The Prince and the Playboy 3/5
Title: The Prince and the Playboy 3/5
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 3:
Taeyeon woke him in the morning, just as she should, but he did not get out of bed until the third time she entered his rooms and tittered at him. “My Lord. You have a meeting today that is very important.”
Yunho sighed. “I know, but that does not mean that I wish to get out of bed.”
He’d spent almost an hour lying there, thinking of Jaejoong, thinking of his beauty, his smiles, and the sadness hiding behind the facade. He thought of asking Taeyeon, who he was sure would tell Jaejoong that he asked, but he wanted Jaejoong to talk to him, not hear gossip about him from Taeyeon.
“There is a bath ready for you,” she said, “the water will be cold and then you will be angry with us for not having a hot bath ready for you.”
Yunho chuckled. By that comment, something Taeyeon never would have dared say a week ago, meant that she did indeed gossip about him with Jaejoong. He did not mind.
Finally, he sat up and stretched. “Fine. You win. I do not wish to be seen as an irritable, stubborn Lord.”
“Too late for the latter, my Lord.”
A surprised burst of laughter escaped him and he shook his finger at Taeyeon in mock admonishment. He stood up, ignored the offering of a robe, and walked naked into his bathing room. He ignored the other maids in the room and went right to the tub. He sank into the warm water and smiled at the girl who dumped in another bucket of heated water.
“Leave me,” Yunho said.
The maids scurried toward the door, except for Taeyeon. She frowned and tilted her head at him. “I am not sure I dare considering how long it took me to get you from your bed.”
Yunho chuckled and splashed water toward her. She yelped and jerked back, just quick enough to avoid being wet.
“Fine, fine, but if you upset the treasurer, please be sure that you take the blame yourself.”
Yunho smiled and waved her away. “I will.”
As soon as she was gone, Yunho lifted his arms and released the tight bindings on his hair. It took a few moments for the long lengths to unwind and fall into the water. He ducked under the water, and then went about washing his hair and body. He had just sunk into the slightly milky water to relax when the door slid open.
A soft chuckle echoed through the room. A male chuckle.
Yunho opened an eye and watched Jaejoong move into the bathing room. He wore barely a robe, just white enough to be opaque. Wet, and nothing would be hidden even behind the fabric Yunho’s mouth went dry and he licked his lips. “Taeyeon tattled on me?” he said, voice rough. It took the next couple of seconds to recognize the arousal coursing through him.
“Of course.”
Yunho held out a hand. “Fine. Help me up.”
As soon as Jaejoong gripped his hand, Yunho yanked forward, making the stoic scribe squeak and flounder, falling into the tub with an undignified splash. Yunho was sure to support him, but he still smacked his arm on the side of the tub.
“Jung Yunho!” Jaejoong practically shouted.
Yunho frowned and then laughed. That was the first time Jaejoong had ever said his name.
And Jaejoong must have realized because his eyes went wide and he bowed his head with a muttered apology.
“I don’t care,” Yunho said, a tugged on his arm, shifting them both until Jaejoong was kneeling between Yunho’s spread legs. It was a tight fit, and Yunho lifted one leg out of the water and lay it over the warmth of the metal tub.
“And what exactly is the purpose in this?” Jaejoong asked, shifting ever closer, until his hands were on Yunho’s chest.
Yunho smiled and shrugged. “Having you naked and in this bath with me was the only thing to make it better.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks flushed and he blew out an exasperated noise. “Well, I’m not exactly naked, am I?”
“Which I demand that you fix.”
Jaejoong frowned.
Yunho licked his lips. “I am a spoiled prince. I demand it.”
Jaejoong sighed and pushed the sodden robe from his shoulders. “You are going to be late for your meeting.”
“I am the prince and I can postpone it.”
The soaked robe ended up flung over the side of the tub, water dripping to the floor. Jaejoong crossed his arms, and Yunho stared at the muscles. He knew that his newest scribe was strong, but to actually see the evidence of it was different than knowing. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. There was a teasing swirl of inked skin above one nipple. Just swirls, a few lines curling around each other. A matching swirl disappeared under the water line.
“And now what, my Lord?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho finally remembered that he was in charge here, and he slid his hands over Jaejoong’s waist and up to his shoulders before winding around his neck, pulling them almost too close. Jaejoong inhaled sharply, holding his breath.
“A kiss,” Yunho whispered. He could have demanded it, taken it, as was his right and not Jaejoong’s as little more than a slave. But something stopped him.
“I want you to kiss me,” Yunho said, but that wasn’t exactly what he meant, because then he was not exactly in control.
Jaejoong sighed. “Another demand?”
“No,” Yunho said, shaking his head. “It is only what I want, but there are two people in this tub.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Not very Lord-like of you, my Lord.”
“Perhaps not, but I don’t want you to kiss me if you do not want to.”
Jaejoong unfolded his arms, wrapping them around Yunho’s back. One hand went up, into the wet hair. It was a small tug that followed, just enough to tilt his head up and angle their mouths to fit against each other. And just enough to send a few tingles of lust through his body.
Jaejoong kissed him, led him through a kiss more sensual than any he had taken from his maids. Possibly the best kiss of his life, full of Jaejoong’s mouth, his tongue, his own whimpers and shaking. He was shaking. He felt cradled and cared for, held up and supported. He had expected hesitance, and instead got domineering.
And he did not mind at all. Relaxing into the hold, allowing himself to be pressed against the back of the tub.
Jaejoong ran his hand down Yunho’s thigh and cupped his cock, stroking him under water. With a gasp, Yunho broke away from his lips. And then both legs hooked on the tub at his knees, presenting himself, opening himself for Jaejoong’s hands. His lips went back to Yunho’s mouth, a softer less demanding kiss. But both hands were on his cock, stroking him in tandem. Yunho clung to him, hands tight around his shoulders, butt lifting up off the bottom of the tub.
Fingers curled around his knee and lifted, and Yunho had no idea how he managed, but his ankle went to Jaejoong’s shoulder, and Jaejoong pressed closer, practically bending him in half. And then a finger was at his entrance, probing him, and Yunho gasped and nodded, “Please. Yes, please.”
Jaejoong smiled against his lips and pushed the finger into him. It stung, the soapy water no where near slick enough, but Yunho did not care, because his body was pressed tight to Jaejoong’s, and he felt Jaejoong’s erection on his thigh. His other hand continued to stroke him, finger buried deep but not moving. Yunho tensed around it, and then moaned, a deep loud noise that had him flushing in embarrassment.
“Such an eager prince,” Jaejoong whispered. “Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
Jaejoong smiled and then said, “I’d much prefer to use my mouth. Up.”
His finger left him, and Yunho whimpered in disappointment, and then he moaned in appreciation when Jaejoong stood up. The muscles of his chest continued down his stomach, to this thighs. The swirling trails of ink traveled from his lowest ribs down to his hip, along the closest edge of his cock.
His hard cock. One that Yunho desperately wanted to touch. He had never touched another man before.
But Jaejoong stepped out of the tub. “Come on, my Lord.”
“You’re only doing this to get me out of the tub,” Yunho grumbled and used the sides of the tub to stand up. He was shaking, the brief moment of lust enough to render him useless. Only the promise of more kept him moving.
Jaejoong smiled. “Maybe.” He tossed Yunho a fluffy towel, which Yunho barely caught and wrapped around his waist. He had his own towel a moment later and then waited while Yunho led the way into the room.
His outfit for the day was hanging near the chair, and instead of the bed, he went there.
“My Lord?” Jaejoong said, gesturing to the bed.
“After it took Taeyeon so long to get me out of it?”
Jaejoong laughed. “You are right.”
Yunho used the towel to wipe up a few more drops of water from his legs and back, and then he fell into the chair, legs spread. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, not touching himself and waited.
Jaejoong stood where he was, arms crossed again and stared at him. He was beautiful. Dark hair even darker from being wet. Late morning light showcasing the strength of his body.
Yunho swallowed. The moment stretched a bit, and Yunho bit his lip against another begging noise. Or worse. Words. His cock grew hard as Jaejoong watched, and he squirmed a little. He was on the verge of begging when Jaejoong finally moved. He walked up and used Yunho’s knees to support himself to the floor.
Hands still there, he leaned forward and licked up the length of his dick, and Yunho moaned, head tilting back on the chair, eyes shut. Soft lips closed around the crown, sucking lightly before moving a little further down the shaft. Jaejoong’s hands slid up the back of his thighs, almost tugging, but Yunho understood and he slouched in the chair. So undignified, but just what he wanted, especially when Jaejoong shifted close enough to put Yunho’s knees over his shoulders, and his fingers started teasing the curves of Yunho’s ass.
This time he begged. Just like in the bathtub. “Please. Please. Use your fingers.”
Jaejoong pulled his mouth from Yunho’s dick. “You like that?”
Yunho nodded, watching as Jaejoong sucked on his own finger, covering it with spit. A moment later, it was at his ass, and then inside him, and Yunho moaned, slouching a little further, lifting up from the chair. When Jaejoong sucked his erection back into his mouth, Yunho lost the little control he had on his mouth and he almost cried out at the sensation, the feel, of a finger, no two fingers, inside him and Jaejoong’s mouth working at him. He gripped the arms of the chair, knees tightening on Jaejoong’s shoulders. He tried to thrust up into his mouth, but couldn’t because of the confines of the chair.
The drag from Jaejoong’s fingers increased as a he added a second, and Yunho tried to twist away from the slight sting. A firm pinch to the back of his thigh had Yunho gasping in surprise, cock throbbing from the pain and the reprimand.
Yunho had a moment to ponder his complete lack of longevity, his reputation for loving maids all night was destroyed by this man and his mouth, and then he was coming, moaning out his pleasure to the ceiling while pumping his release into Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong moved away too soon, pulling his fingers out, lowering Yunho’s legs to the floor. Yunho was still twitching from the pleasure when hands landed on his shoulder and lips pressed against his.
The kiss tasted tangy.
Yunho moaned, lifting a hand and tangling it into Jaejoong’s hair.
But Jaejoong pulled away, and Yunho pouted.
With a smile, Jaejoong whispered, “Be a good prince and let me get you ready for your day.”
“A day in bed.”
Jaejoong tsked at him and shook his head. “The sooner you go to this meeting, the sooner you can come back to bed.”
“Why complicate things?” Yunho asked, watching Jaejoong move through the room.
“Because it’s your responsibility.”
Yunho huffed. “Fine.”
Jaejoong threw on a thin robe, one of Yunho’s, and once again, the hardness of his arousal was difficult to miss. Yunho frowned at that. It was not very fair that Yunho had been so thoroughly pleasured by Jaejoong without Yunho returning the favor. But he did not know how to ask if Jaejoong wanted him. Maybe he had a lover within the servants that was lucky enough to satisfy him after he was done serving Yunho.
Yunho did not like that idea.
Jaejoong hauled Yunho out of the chair and tossed a matching robe over his shoulder. “Go sit on your divan, my Lord and I will brush the mess that is your hair.”
Yunho would never say no to Jaejoong’s hands on him ever again. He threw the robe around his shoulders, but did not belt it, keeping it loose and comfortable. He sat cross-legged on the divan, his back to Jaejoong, and heard a door open, a whisper of voices, and then Jaejoong was standing behind him, fingertips soft on his shoulder.
Yunho tilted his head to the side, arching into the touch.
“Taeyeonnie will be right back with your breakfast. Please attempt to behave, my Lord.”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s gaze upside down and smiled, a loopy happy action that had Jaejoong smiling back. Jaejoong took his head in his hands and pushed it back down. “Stay.”
And the happiness was replaced with such a wave of lust at the short command, that Yunho’s breath actually stopped for a moment. He rested his hands on his knees, and held still while Jaejoong brushed his hair. It was more than just a brushing, though Yunho knew he’d never be able to explain why. Jaejoong’s hands were gentle, his fingers soft against the nape of his neck, the movements practiced and sure.
A few minutes later, the door slid open and Taeyeon entered with a bow. She brought him a tray of fruits and cheeses, a goblet of his favorite fruit juice. She attempted to feed him, but Yunho shooed her away.
“I know you realize this, my Lord,” Jaejoong said carefully, “but maybe not to what extent, but you are much nicer to your servants than your brothers.”
Yunho did know that. But it was not his place, let alone Jaejoong’s, to say such things.
Jaejoong brushed his hair beyond what was necessary, and Yunho let him. The moment was instilled with silence, comfortable for Yunho while he ate his breakfast. He wanted to know how Jaejoong felt, what Jaejoong felt, about the last few days, but he did not dare ask. Maybe a week ago he would have asked, and a week ago Jaejoong would have said some rote reply about serving his Lord.
With Jaejoong’s recent cryptic and honest replies, Yunho was too scared to ask, too horrified to think that Jaejoong did not actually want him. It was better left unsaid. Better left within the role of Lord and servant.
Part 4: Rimjob
Part 2: Finger Fuck
Part 1: Blowjob
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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 3:
Taeyeon woke him in the morning, just as she should, but he did not get out of bed until the third time she entered his rooms and tittered at him. “My Lord. You have a meeting today that is very important.”
Yunho sighed. “I know, but that does not mean that I wish to get out of bed.”
He’d spent almost an hour lying there, thinking of Jaejoong, thinking of his beauty, his smiles, and the sadness hiding behind the facade. He thought of asking Taeyeon, who he was sure would tell Jaejoong that he asked, but he wanted Jaejoong to talk to him, not hear gossip about him from Taeyeon.
“There is a bath ready for you,” she said, “the water will be cold and then you will be angry with us for not having a hot bath ready for you.”
Yunho chuckled. By that comment, something Taeyeon never would have dared say a week ago, meant that she did indeed gossip about him with Jaejoong. He did not mind.
Finally, he sat up and stretched. “Fine. You win. I do not wish to be seen as an irritable, stubborn Lord.”
“Too late for the latter, my Lord.”
A surprised burst of laughter escaped him and he shook his finger at Taeyeon in mock admonishment. He stood up, ignored the offering of a robe, and walked naked into his bathing room. He ignored the other maids in the room and went right to the tub. He sank into the warm water and smiled at the girl who dumped in another bucket of heated water.
“Leave me,” Yunho said.
The maids scurried toward the door, except for Taeyeon. She frowned and tilted her head at him. “I am not sure I dare considering how long it took me to get you from your bed.”
Yunho chuckled and splashed water toward her. She yelped and jerked back, just quick enough to avoid being wet.
“Fine, fine, but if you upset the treasurer, please be sure that you take the blame yourself.”
Yunho smiled and waved her away. “I will.”
As soon as she was gone, Yunho lifted his arms and released the tight bindings on his hair. It took a few moments for the long lengths to unwind and fall into the water. He ducked under the water, and then went about washing his hair and body. He had just sunk into the slightly milky water to relax when the door slid open.
A soft chuckle echoed through the room. A male chuckle.
Yunho opened an eye and watched Jaejoong move into the bathing room. He wore barely a robe, just white enough to be opaque. Wet, and nothing would be hidden even behind the fabric Yunho’s mouth went dry and he licked his lips. “Taeyeon tattled on me?” he said, voice rough. It took the next couple of seconds to recognize the arousal coursing through him.
“Of course.”
Yunho held out a hand. “Fine. Help me up.”
As soon as Jaejoong gripped his hand, Yunho yanked forward, making the stoic scribe squeak and flounder, falling into the tub with an undignified splash. Yunho was sure to support him, but he still smacked his arm on the side of the tub.
“Jung Yunho!” Jaejoong practically shouted.
Yunho frowned and then laughed. That was the first time Jaejoong had ever said his name.
And Jaejoong must have realized because his eyes went wide and he bowed his head with a muttered apology.
“I don’t care,” Yunho said, a tugged on his arm, shifting them both until Jaejoong was kneeling between Yunho’s spread legs. It was a tight fit, and Yunho lifted one leg out of the water and lay it over the warmth of the metal tub.
“And what exactly is the purpose in this?” Jaejoong asked, shifting ever closer, until his hands were on Yunho’s chest.
Yunho smiled and shrugged. “Having you naked and in this bath with me was the only thing to make it better.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks flushed and he blew out an exasperated noise. “Well, I’m not exactly naked, am I?”
“Which I demand that you fix.”
Jaejoong frowned.
Yunho licked his lips. “I am a spoiled prince. I demand it.”
Jaejoong sighed and pushed the sodden robe from his shoulders. “You are going to be late for your meeting.”
“I am the prince and I can postpone it.”
The soaked robe ended up flung over the side of the tub, water dripping to the floor. Jaejoong crossed his arms, and Yunho stared at the muscles. He knew that his newest scribe was strong, but to actually see the evidence of it was different than knowing. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. There was a teasing swirl of inked skin above one nipple. Just swirls, a few lines curling around each other. A matching swirl disappeared under the water line.
“And now what, my Lord?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho finally remembered that he was in charge here, and he slid his hands over Jaejoong’s waist and up to his shoulders before winding around his neck, pulling them almost too close. Jaejoong inhaled sharply, holding his breath.
“A kiss,” Yunho whispered. He could have demanded it, taken it, as was his right and not Jaejoong’s as little more than a slave. But something stopped him.
“I want you to kiss me,” Yunho said, but that wasn’t exactly what he meant, because then he was not exactly in control.
Jaejoong sighed. “Another demand?”
“No,” Yunho said, shaking his head. “It is only what I want, but there are two people in this tub.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Not very Lord-like of you, my Lord.”
“Perhaps not, but I don’t want you to kiss me if you do not want to.”
Jaejoong unfolded his arms, wrapping them around Yunho’s back. One hand went up, into the wet hair. It was a small tug that followed, just enough to tilt his head up and angle their mouths to fit against each other. And just enough to send a few tingles of lust through his body.
Jaejoong kissed him, led him through a kiss more sensual than any he had taken from his maids. Possibly the best kiss of his life, full of Jaejoong’s mouth, his tongue, his own whimpers and shaking. He was shaking. He felt cradled and cared for, held up and supported. He had expected hesitance, and instead got domineering.
And he did not mind at all. Relaxing into the hold, allowing himself to be pressed against the back of the tub.
Jaejoong ran his hand down Yunho’s thigh and cupped his cock, stroking him under water. With a gasp, Yunho broke away from his lips. And then both legs hooked on the tub at his knees, presenting himself, opening himself for Jaejoong’s hands. His lips went back to Yunho’s mouth, a softer less demanding kiss. But both hands were on his cock, stroking him in tandem. Yunho clung to him, hands tight around his shoulders, butt lifting up off the bottom of the tub.
Fingers curled around his knee and lifted, and Yunho had no idea how he managed, but his ankle went to Jaejoong’s shoulder, and Jaejoong pressed closer, practically bending him in half. And then a finger was at his entrance, probing him, and Yunho gasped and nodded, “Please. Yes, please.”
Jaejoong smiled against his lips and pushed the finger into him. It stung, the soapy water no where near slick enough, but Yunho did not care, because his body was pressed tight to Jaejoong’s, and he felt Jaejoong’s erection on his thigh. His other hand continued to stroke him, finger buried deep but not moving. Yunho tensed around it, and then moaned, a deep loud noise that had him flushing in embarrassment.
“Such an eager prince,” Jaejoong whispered. “Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
Jaejoong smiled and then said, “I’d much prefer to use my mouth. Up.”
His finger left him, and Yunho whimpered in disappointment, and then he moaned in appreciation when Jaejoong stood up. The muscles of his chest continued down his stomach, to this thighs. The swirling trails of ink traveled from his lowest ribs down to his hip, along the closest edge of his cock.
His hard cock. One that Yunho desperately wanted to touch. He had never touched another man before.
But Jaejoong stepped out of the tub. “Come on, my Lord.”
“You’re only doing this to get me out of the tub,” Yunho grumbled and used the sides of the tub to stand up. He was shaking, the brief moment of lust enough to render him useless. Only the promise of more kept him moving.
Jaejoong smiled. “Maybe.” He tossed Yunho a fluffy towel, which Yunho barely caught and wrapped around his waist. He had his own towel a moment later and then waited while Yunho led the way into the room.
His outfit for the day was hanging near the chair, and instead of the bed, he went there.
“My Lord?” Jaejoong said, gesturing to the bed.
“After it took Taeyeon so long to get me out of it?”
Jaejoong laughed. “You are right.”
Yunho used the towel to wipe up a few more drops of water from his legs and back, and then he fell into the chair, legs spread. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, not touching himself and waited.
Jaejoong stood where he was, arms crossed again and stared at him. He was beautiful. Dark hair even darker from being wet. Late morning light showcasing the strength of his body.
Yunho swallowed. The moment stretched a bit, and Yunho bit his lip against another begging noise. Or worse. Words. His cock grew hard as Jaejoong watched, and he squirmed a little. He was on the verge of begging when Jaejoong finally moved. He walked up and used Yunho’s knees to support himself to the floor.
Hands still there, he leaned forward and licked up the length of his dick, and Yunho moaned, head tilting back on the chair, eyes shut. Soft lips closed around the crown, sucking lightly before moving a little further down the shaft. Jaejoong’s hands slid up the back of his thighs, almost tugging, but Yunho understood and he slouched in the chair. So undignified, but just what he wanted, especially when Jaejoong shifted close enough to put Yunho’s knees over his shoulders, and his fingers started teasing the curves of Yunho’s ass.
This time he begged. Just like in the bathtub. “Please. Please. Use your fingers.”
Jaejoong pulled his mouth from Yunho’s dick. “You like that?”
Yunho nodded, watching as Jaejoong sucked on his own finger, covering it with spit. A moment later, it was at his ass, and then inside him, and Yunho moaned, slouching a little further, lifting up from the chair. When Jaejoong sucked his erection back into his mouth, Yunho lost the little control he had on his mouth and he almost cried out at the sensation, the feel, of a finger, no two fingers, inside him and Jaejoong’s mouth working at him. He gripped the arms of the chair, knees tightening on Jaejoong’s shoulders. He tried to thrust up into his mouth, but couldn’t because of the confines of the chair.
The drag from Jaejoong’s fingers increased as a he added a second, and Yunho tried to twist away from the slight sting. A firm pinch to the back of his thigh had Yunho gasping in surprise, cock throbbing from the pain and the reprimand.
Yunho had a moment to ponder his complete lack of longevity, his reputation for loving maids all night was destroyed by this man and his mouth, and then he was coming, moaning out his pleasure to the ceiling while pumping his release into Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong moved away too soon, pulling his fingers out, lowering Yunho’s legs to the floor. Yunho was still twitching from the pleasure when hands landed on his shoulder and lips pressed against his.
The kiss tasted tangy.
Yunho moaned, lifting a hand and tangling it into Jaejoong’s hair.
But Jaejoong pulled away, and Yunho pouted.
With a smile, Jaejoong whispered, “Be a good prince and let me get you ready for your day.”
“A day in bed.”
Jaejoong tsked at him and shook his head. “The sooner you go to this meeting, the sooner you can come back to bed.”
“Why complicate things?” Yunho asked, watching Jaejoong move through the room.
“Because it’s your responsibility.”
Yunho huffed. “Fine.”
Jaejoong threw on a thin robe, one of Yunho’s, and once again, the hardness of his arousal was difficult to miss. Yunho frowned at that. It was not very fair that Yunho had been so thoroughly pleasured by Jaejoong without Yunho returning the favor. But he did not know how to ask if Jaejoong wanted him. Maybe he had a lover within the servants that was lucky enough to satisfy him after he was done serving Yunho.
Yunho did not like that idea.
Jaejoong hauled Yunho out of the chair and tossed a matching robe over his shoulder. “Go sit on your divan, my Lord and I will brush the mess that is your hair.”
Yunho would never say no to Jaejoong’s hands on him ever again. He threw the robe around his shoulders, but did not belt it, keeping it loose and comfortable. He sat cross-legged on the divan, his back to Jaejoong, and heard a door open, a whisper of voices, and then Jaejoong was standing behind him, fingertips soft on his shoulder.
Yunho tilted his head to the side, arching into the touch.
“Taeyeonnie will be right back with your breakfast. Please attempt to behave, my Lord.”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s gaze upside down and smiled, a loopy happy action that had Jaejoong smiling back. Jaejoong took his head in his hands and pushed it back down. “Stay.”
And the happiness was replaced with such a wave of lust at the short command, that Yunho’s breath actually stopped for a moment. He rested his hands on his knees, and held still while Jaejoong brushed his hair. It was more than just a brushing, though Yunho knew he’d never be able to explain why. Jaejoong’s hands were gentle, his fingers soft against the nape of his neck, the movements practiced and sure.
A few minutes later, the door slid open and Taeyeon entered with a bow. She brought him a tray of fruits and cheeses, a goblet of his favorite fruit juice. She attempted to feed him, but Yunho shooed her away.
“I know you realize this, my Lord,” Jaejoong said carefully, “but maybe not to what extent, but you are much nicer to your servants than your brothers.”
Yunho did know that. But it was not his place, let alone Jaejoong’s, to say such things.
Jaejoong brushed his hair beyond what was necessary, and Yunho let him. The moment was instilled with silence, comfortable for Yunho while he ate his breakfast. He wanted to know how Jaejoong felt, what Jaejoong felt, about the last few days, but he did not dare ask. Maybe a week ago he would have asked, and a week ago Jaejoong would have said some rote reply about serving his Lord.
With Jaejoong’s recent cryptic and honest replies, Yunho was too scared to ask, too horrified to think that Jaejoong did not actually want him. It was better left unsaid. Better left within the role of Lord and servant.
Part 4: Rimjob
Part 2: Finger Fuck
Part 1: Blowjob
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