The Prince and the Playboy 1/?
Title: The Prince and the Playboy 1/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: YunJae own my soul, but I sadly cannot say that I own them.
Summary: Yunho is just another son in a long line of heirs. Life is pretty dull. Until a pretty new servant shows him everything he's been missing.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. Historical!YunJae Smut. Enjoy.
Warning: One scene and a mention of Yunho with others.
Fic poster by hasasimaberta! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 1:
Yunho did not mind the attentions of his maids and personal servants. Not usually. But the last few nights he had been restless and irritable. It was no one’s fault but his own, though he had no idea why. Their kingdom was as rich as ever, and his family was as powerful as ever. His schooling went well, his fighting improving everyday, and the noble girls who vied for his hand in marriage stretched around the kingdom. His elder brothers laughed at him when he attempted to express his frustration.
The fault most definitely did not lie with the pretty girl between his legs, the one attempting to bring him pleasure. He did not want to insult her by not remembering her name. She had been part of the last takeover of an affluent kingdom to the north.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and reached down to lightly touch her cheek, and then pulled her mouth away from his body.
She smiled at him, a coy gesture, cheeks flushing. He rubbed a thumb over her lips.
“You are very good at that,” Yunho said, but added mediocre at best in his head.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “For your pleasure, my Lord.”
Yunho fought a snort and lost.
She flinched, and Yunho apologized. “I fear I’m in a horrific mood,” he whispered, “and not much will fix it at his point. Go on and see to your other duties.”
Yunho pushed her lightly, away from his body, and used his other hand to adjust the evening robes back into place around his body. The girl stood, bowed to him, and wished him a nice evening.
Just before she left the room, Yunho’s mind supplied the intriguing image of one of her comrades, a young man that proved himself smart and capable, and earned himself a position at Yunho’s side as a scribe and counselor of sorts. He had never had a personal scribe before. As the youngest son, he did not really need one, and his elder brothers had been first to be appointed one. He was still getting used to the young man.
“Send Jaejoong in, if he is still awake,” Yunho said, “but do not wake him if he is not.”
The girl bowed again and slid the panel open and shut.
Yunho leaned back on the divan and pondered the intricate ceiling above him.
Intriguing. Enthralling.
The young man was beautiful. He had black hair that had been shorn to his neck when he’d been taken prisoner. It was just long enough for a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had pale skin. A masculine but pretty face. Wide eyes. Intelligent eyes. His beauty was renowned already in their kingdom, with even the wives of his brothers asking to see him.
But it was more than that. He held himself with a grace that almost suggested he had been a prince before being taken as a prisoner. He also had no problems with the laws that governed this land compared to his own. As soon as the king discovered that he could read and write, and speak the language of the Emperors, he was tasked as Yunho’s scribe.
Yunho found him fascinating in a way. Or he was only bored of everything else. There was not much for a the fourth son of a king to do in a kingdom with too many sons.
The door slid open again, and Yunho sat up.
Jaejoong stepped into the room only far enough to shut the door and bow. “My Lord,” he said, the title carrying way more respect than when the girl had uttered the same thing.
The young man wore only a pale green gown, tied loosely at the front, and soft slippers.
“I told her not to wake you,” Yunho said, voice a little gruff.
Jaejoong smiled without rising from his bow. “I was not asleep, my Lord.”
Yunho stared at him, wondering just how long the young man was going to bow before standing straight. A few strands of hair escaped the queue and fell against his pale cheeks. The robe showed that the skin of his chest was just as pale as that of his face and hands.
The time stretched and Yunho tittered in annoyance, flinging himself back to the divan.
“If you will pardon me for saying, but Taeyonnie mentioned that you were ...” He paused, probably not wishing to upset the prince and get the girl in trouble.
Taeyeon. That’s right. A name Yunho hoped to remember. The girl had a very good eye for fashion even if she was not good with her mouth.
“Annoying?” Yunho supplied, glancing over at him.
Jaejoong was no longer bowing, hands clasped in front of his body. He smiled and rocked up on the balls of his feet. He hummed in agreement.
“Though, I doubt those were her words.”
“And what may I do to help your mood, my Lord?”
Yunho’s imagination presented him with an image of Jaejoong in the girl’s place, kneeling on the floor with his mouth-- Yunho cleared his throat.
“I am not even sure, but I cannot speak to a woman the same why I can speak to you. It is boring to live in peace, it is boring to have nothing important to do--”
“But my Lord works in the treasury and with the leaders of the village, supplying your people with coin and food. That is very important.”
“Do not try to placate me,” Yunho almost snapped. “My existence is redundant.”
Jaejoong smiled again, bowing his head in deference. “You are indeed in a certain sort of a mood, my Lord.”
A laugh twisted through Yunho, unbidden, but very welcome, and he felt his body relax when he let it release.
“If you will allow it, my Lord, I am skilled with more than just numbers and writing,” Jaejoong said. “It is not my place, but I am much better at massage than most of your maids.”
Yunho thought about that. A massage, from a man’s hands, one that would not turn sexual or even think that it needed to. And there was no pressure on him to perform well either. All he had to do was relax. He stood up, gathered the white robe around him, and said, “I’ll allow it.” He turned his back and headed for his bedroom. He expected some protest. There were many places in his welcoming room where Jaejoong could massage him, but he wanted to be on a bed, where he could relax in comfort.
“You are very trusting, my Lord,” Jaejoong said as soon as they were in the relative privacy of his rooms.
Yunho glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Do I have reason not to trust you?”
“Well, less than six months ago, your armies did destroy my kingdom and you took us prisoner.”
There was a laughing, almost mocking tone to his voice, and Yunho waited to be upset, waiting for the urge to slit his throat for being disrespectful. It did not come.
Instead, Yunho waved a hand at a wooden chest. “There are oils in there. Pick which one you prefer.”
He moved to this bed and lay back, sinking into its softness. He loved his bed. Somedays, he never rose from it except to eat and relieve himself.
“Tension is carried in the feet,” Jaejoong said, voice just barely more than a whisper. “They carry us through our day and work twice as hard bringing energy from the earth and into our hearts and minds.”
The bed near his feet dipped. Fingers curled around his ankle, lifting just enough to put his foot upon a pillow, and then slick fingers moved along his skin, a soft touch that had Yunho jerking in surprise. But not away.
Jaejoong said nothing else as he rubbed Yunho’s foot. First one, then the other. Back and forth between the toes, to the heel, along edges and then up his ankles. The firm touch was more sensual than any of his maids’ mouths, and he moaned in appreciation at the relaxing touch almost swimming through his muscles.
Jaejoong moved his hands higher, massaging his legs, and then up behind his knees, pushing away the fabric of his robe.
Yunho’s breath sped up, body tensing as Jaejoong’s hands went higher on his thighs. There was absolutely no way to hide his arousal, but Jaejoong did not mention it, just continued to rub. He was between Yunho’s legs now, supporting Yunho’s knees on his elbow while his hands massaged the back of his thigh. The position was more than demeaning, the place of a woman, legs spread and open for pleasure. But this ...
His head swam.
“I am also better than your maids at sensual things,” Jaejoong said, the first words spoken in what felt like hours.
Yunho’s eyes opened, and he felt himself blush, splayed out, underneath a servant of all things, But his erection throbbed, and his body was demanding a release. Jaejoong’s touch had softened, fingers trailing just shy of his balls, up and down the soft sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Their eyes met.
And Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow and smirked. A challenge. An offering.
Yunho swallowed. It was not exactly wrong to have a male servant pleasure you, but it was not talked about. And in such a way that Yunho was splayed before him, like Jaejoong was the one in charge and Yunho was only there for his pleasure. The thought had him flushing, and then nodding.
He would deny to his death that he whispered, “Please,” in such a wanton voice, such desperation, such need.
But Jaejoong’s smile softened and his fingers curled around his balls, and he shifted, enough to support both of Yunho’s legs up on his shoulders, feet hanging in the air, toes clenching. And then his mouth was on Yunho’s erection, warm, soft, talented. Licking up the length, taking the head and then shaft into his mouth and throat. Deeper than any of his maids.
Jaejoong bobbed his head, and Yunho fought the urge to scream. And lost. He reached above him for a pillow, burying his moans and cries into it, muffling his noises of pleasure. He did not want to be discovered in such a position.
But Yunho knew that he would not stop it, not now or if it ever happened again. Jaejoong was much, much better than any of his maids, and Yunho was spilling into his mouth too soon, too suddenly, arching off the bed with a moan, shivering as Jaejoong slowed his mouth, swallowing his release, hands rubbing his thighs and then his erection as he came down from the swirling pleasure clouding his brain.
“There,” Jaejoong whispered, “perhaps now you can relax and sleep, my Lord.”
Yunho turned his head, eyes still blurry, and watched as Jaejoong wiped at his lips, spreading a bit of Yunho’s release over them and onto his fingers. He did not wipe it onto his robes, but licked his fingers and then his lips clean, and Yunho moaned.
He had never tasted his release before, and Jaejoong was licking at his fingers like it was a sweet treat from a goddess of love.
Maybe it was a demon.
Yunho’s body relaxed, still in its vulnerable position, supported by Jaejoong’s body.
Yunho lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “You are much better at that than my maids.”
Jaejoong smirked. “I know. Would you like a bath?”
Yunho shook his head. “In the morning.”
Jaejoong’s smile was more genuine than any before it. He gently took Yunho’s legs and put them onto the bed, a soft touch up and down his thighs before covering Yunho with his robe. “Until the morning,” Jaejoong whispered. “Rest well, my Lord.”
Yunho watched as Jaejoong moved through the room and extinguished his lamps and candles. After he left, Yunho lay awake for a while longer, thinking of his newest servant. Curious as to his past, sure, but he was more curious as to what the young man tasted like.
Part 2: Finger Fuck
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: YunJae own my soul, but I sadly cannot say that I own them.
Summary: Yunho is just another son in a long line of heirs. Life is pretty dull. Until a pretty new servant shows him everything he's been missing.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. Historical!YunJae Smut. Enjoy.
Warning: One scene and a mention of Yunho with others.
Fic poster by hasasimaberta! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 1:
Yunho did not mind the attentions of his maids and personal servants. Not usually. But the last few nights he had been restless and irritable. It was no one’s fault but his own, though he had no idea why. Their kingdom was as rich as ever, and his family was as powerful as ever. His schooling went well, his fighting improving everyday, and the noble girls who vied for his hand in marriage stretched around the kingdom. His elder brothers laughed at him when he attempted to express his frustration.
The fault most definitely did not lie with the pretty girl between his legs, the one attempting to bring him pleasure. He did not want to insult her by not remembering her name. She had been part of the last takeover of an affluent kingdom to the north.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and reached down to lightly touch her cheek, and then pulled her mouth away from his body.
She smiled at him, a coy gesture, cheeks flushing. He rubbed a thumb over her lips.
“You are very good at that,” Yunho said, but added mediocre at best in his head.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “For your pleasure, my Lord.”
Yunho fought a snort and lost.
She flinched, and Yunho apologized. “I fear I’m in a horrific mood,” he whispered, “and not much will fix it at his point. Go on and see to your other duties.”
Yunho pushed her lightly, away from his body, and used his other hand to adjust the evening robes back into place around his body. The girl stood, bowed to him, and wished him a nice evening.
Just before she left the room, Yunho’s mind supplied the intriguing image of one of her comrades, a young man that proved himself smart and capable, and earned himself a position at Yunho’s side as a scribe and counselor of sorts. He had never had a personal scribe before. As the youngest son, he did not really need one, and his elder brothers had been first to be appointed one. He was still getting used to the young man.
“Send Jaejoong in, if he is still awake,” Yunho said, “but do not wake him if he is not.”
The girl bowed again and slid the panel open and shut.
Yunho leaned back on the divan and pondered the intricate ceiling above him.
Intriguing. Enthralling.
The young man was beautiful. He had black hair that had been shorn to his neck when he’d been taken prisoner. It was just long enough for a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had pale skin. A masculine but pretty face. Wide eyes. Intelligent eyes. His beauty was renowned already in their kingdom, with even the wives of his brothers asking to see him.
But it was more than that. He held himself with a grace that almost suggested he had been a prince before being taken as a prisoner. He also had no problems with the laws that governed this land compared to his own. As soon as the king discovered that he could read and write, and speak the language of the Emperors, he was tasked as Yunho’s scribe.
Yunho found him fascinating in a way. Or he was only bored of everything else. There was not much for a the fourth son of a king to do in a kingdom with too many sons.
The door slid open again, and Yunho sat up.
Jaejoong stepped into the room only far enough to shut the door and bow. “My Lord,” he said, the title carrying way more respect than when the girl had uttered the same thing.
The young man wore only a pale green gown, tied loosely at the front, and soft slippers.
“I told her not to wake you,” Yunho said, voice a little gruff.
Jaejoong smiled without rising from his bow. “I was not asleep, my Lord.”
Yunho stared at him, wondering just how long the young man was going to bow before standing straight. A few strands of hair escaped the queue and fell against his pale cheeks. The robe showed that the skin of his chest was just as pale as that of his face and hands.
The time stretched and Yunho tittered in annoyance, flinging himself back to the divan.
“If you will pardon me for saying, but Taeyonnie mentioned that you were ...” He paused, probably not wishing to upset the prince and get the girl in trouble.
Taeyeon. That’s right. A name Yunho hoped to remember. The girl had a very good eye for fashion even if she was not good with her mouth.
“Annoying?” Yunho supplied, glancing over at him.
Jaejoong was no longer bowing, hands clasped in front of his body. He smiled and rocked up on the balls of his feet. He hummed in agreement.
“Though, I doubt those were her words.”
“And what may I do to help your mood, my Lord?”
Yunho’s imagination presented him with an image of Jaejoong in the girl’s place, kneeling on the floor with his mouth-- Yunho cleared his throat.
“I am not even sure, but I cannot speak to a woman the same why I can speak to you. It is boring to live in peace, it is boring to have nothing important to do--”
“But my Lord works in the treasury and with the leaders of the village, supplying your people with coin and food. That is very important.”
“Do not try to placate me,” Yunho almost snapped. “My existence is redundant.”
Jaejoong smiled again, bowing his head in deference. “You are indeed in a certain sort of a mood, my Lord.”
A laugh twisted through Yunho, unbidden, but very welcome, and he felt his body relax when he let it release.
“If you will allow it, my Lord, I am skilled with more than just numbers and writing,” Jaejoong said. “It is not my place, but I am much better at massage than most of your maids.”
Yunho thought about that. A massage, from a man’s hands, one that would not turn sexual or even think that it needed to. And there was no pressure on him to perform well either. All he had to do was relax. He stood up, gathered the white robe around him, and said, “I’ll allow it.” He turned his back and headed for his bedroom. He expected some protest. There were many places in his welcoming room where Jaejoong could massage him, but he wanted to be on a bed, where he could relax in comfort.
“You are very trusting, my Lord,” Jaejoong said as soon as they were in the relative privacy of his rooms.
Yunho glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Do I have reason not to trust you?”
“Well, less than six months ago, your armies did destroy my kingdom and you took us prisoner.”
There was a laughing, almost mocking tone to his voice, and Yunho waited to be upset, waiting for the urge to slit his throat for being disrespectful. It did not come.
Instead, Yunho waved a hand at a wooden chest. “There are oils in there. Pick which one you prefer.”
He moved to this bed and lay back, sinking into its softness. He loved his bed. Somedays, he never rose from it except to eat and relieve himself.
“Tension is carried in the feet,” Jaejoong said, voice just barely more than a whisper. “They carry us through our day and work twice as hard bringing energy from the earth and into our hearts and minds.”
The bed near his feet dipped. Fingers curled around his ankle, lifting just enough to put his foot upon a pillow, and then slick fingers moved along his skin, a soft touch that had Yunho jerking in surprise. But not away.
Jaejoong said nothing else as he rubbed Yunho’s foot. First one, then the other. Back and forth between the toes, to the heel, along edges and then up his ankles. The firm touch was more sensual than any of his maids’ mouths, and he moaned in appreciation at the relaxing touch almost swimming through his muscles.
Jaejoong moved his hands higher, massaging his legs, and then up behind his knees, pushing away the fabric of his robe.
Yunho’s breath sped up, body tensing as Jaejoong’s hands went higher on his thighs. There was absolutely no way to hide his arousal, but Jaejoong did not mention it, just continued to rub. He was between Yunho’s legs now, supporting Yunho’s knees on his elbow while his hands massaged the back of his thigh. The position was more than demeaning, the place of a woman, legs spread and open for pleasure. But this ...
His head swam.
“I am also better than your maids at sensual things,” Jaejoong said, the first words spoken in what felt like hours.
Yunho’s eyes opened, and he felt himself blush, splayed out, underneath a servant of all things, But his erection throbbed, and his body was demanding a release. Jaejoong’s touch had softened, fingers trailing just shy of his balls, up and down the soft sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Their eyes met.
And Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow and smirked. A challenge. An offering.
Yunho swallowed. It was not exactly wrong to have a male servant pleasure you, but it was not talked about. And in such a way that Yunho was splayed before him, like Jaejoong was the one in charge and Yunho was only there for his pleasure. The thought had him flushing, and then nodding.
He would deny to his death that he whispered, “Please,” in such a wanton voice, such desperation, such need.
But Jaejoong’s smile softened and his fingers curled around his balls, and he shifted, enough to support both of Yunho’s legs up on his shoulders, feet hanging in the air, toes clenching. And then his mouth was on Yunho’s erection, warm, soft, talented. Licking up the length, taking the head and then shaft into his mouth and throat. Deeper than any of his maids.
Jaejoong bobbed his head, and Yunho fought the urge to scream. And lost. He reached above him for a pillow, burying his moans and cries into it, muffling his noises of pleasure. He did not want to be discovered in such a position.
But Yunho knew that he would not stop it, not now or if it ever happened again. Jaejoong was much, much better than any of his maids, and Yunho was spilling into his mouth too soon, too suddenly, arching off the bed with a moan, shivering as Jaejoong slowed his mouth, swallowing his release, hands rubbing his thighs and then his erection as he came down from the swirling pleasure clouding his brain.
“There,” Jaejoong whispered, “perhaps now you can relax and sleep, my Lord.”
Yunho turned his head, eyes still blurry, and watched as Jaejoong wiped at his lips, spreading a bit of Yunho’s release over them and onto his fingers. He did not wipe it onto his robes, but licked his fingers and then his lips clean, and Yunho moaned.
He had never tasted his release before, and Jaejoong was licking at his fingers like it was a sweet treat from a goddess of love.
Maybe it was a demon.
Yunho’s body relaxed, still in its vulnerable position, supported by Jaejoong’s body.
Yunho lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “You are much better at that than my maids.”
Jaejoong smirked. “I know. Would you like a bath?”
Yunho shook his head. “In the morning.”
Jaejoong’s smile was more genuine than any before it. He gently took Yunho’s legs and put them onto the bed, a soft touch up and down his thighs before covering Yunho with his robe. “Until the morning,” Jaejoong whispered. “Rest well, my Lord.”
Yunho watched as Jaejoong moved through the room and extinguished his lamps and candles. After he left, Yunho lay awake for a while longer, thinking of his newest servant. Curious as to his past, sure, but he was more curious as to what the young man tasted like.
Part 2: Finger Fuck
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