Daddy's Baby Boo 3/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 3/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 3:
Jaejoong shifted on his knees and tried not to huff. Yunho had told him to kneel by the couch and then had gone to get a book to read. It wasn’t that Yunho was ignoring him, not at all, he was just reading a book, and touching Jaejoong’s shoulder and sore nipples. At least he was touching him. Right?
But Jaejoong didn’t really like it. He wanted to obey, but he wanted to cuddle. He crossed his arms and pouted.
Yunho looked over at him, an eyebrow raised. “Something you wanted, baby?”
Jaejoong bit his lip. Yunho said he could always tell him what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure what Yunho wanted.
“I want to cuddle in your lap,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled and glanced at the clock. “Well, it is almost time for dinner. I guess I can let you do that until you need to start cooking.”
“Take me out,” Jaejoong demanded.
“What?”
“On a date. Please, Daddy.”
Yunho smiled and held out his hand, and Jaejoong crawled onto the couch. The mess from their sex was still all over his skin, and the bullet was still simmering inside him. He curled up, with his head on Yunho’s thigh, and sighed in contentment when Yunho ran his hands through his hair.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Thank you,” he said and tried to bury his face deeper in Yunho’s stomach.
Yunho chuckled. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Jaejoong smiled against his body and shut his eyes, relaxing under the soft touches of Yunho’s hand.
He knew that Yunho was going to start asking him questions soon, so he knew he needed to figure out his answers to them. Without fail, questioning the Daddy-kink was always first. Jaejoong had various theories about this from his own life, including being the youngest of nine children and often forgotten, but he just liked being taken care of.
Using titles like Master and Sir were more about control and dominance, and Jaejoong needed love and dominance. He also liked taking care of someone. He wanted to please Yunho and do everything he could for him.
Yoochun had introduced them right after Jaejoong had opened his restaurant. It’d been another year after that when Yunho had needed to get out of his father’s house and Jaejoong offered him his extra room. Yunho paid half the mortgage and half the bills. It had definitely been worth it. Jaejoong immediately loved having someone to come home to. He loved having someone to cook for. Someone to talk to.
Two months later, and Jaejoong knew he was in love. But you don’t date roommates. Especially good roommates. Well, mostly good roommates.
Sometimes Yunho walked through the house with his shoes on. Sometimes he left half empty bottles of water on the counter. Sometimes he left wet towels all over their shared bathroom.
But, well, Jaejoong threw his clothes everywhere and would rather lick a plate clean than wash it.
Their schedules were very different. Jaejoong was at his restaurant by eleven to make sure prep was done and there were no scheduling conflicts with his chefs and servers. He stayed out in the lobby to speak with his customers during lunch, spent the afternoon prepping the menu for dinner, and then spent the night in the kitchen leading his team of chefs. They opened at eleven for lunch and did not close until eleven. He usually stayed until then, when he could.
Yunho worked nine to five. He woke up earlier than that and went jogging. Jaejoong didn’t even get out of bed before Yunho was gone for the day, and Yunho was usually asleep by the time Jaejoong got home, especially on the nights when Jaejoong had special guests and had to go out drinking with them. On the rare weekdays that Yunho had off, they sometimes had breakfast together.
On Saturdays, Jaejoong woke up a little earlier than normal and Yunho woke up a little later, and they went on their run together. They usually shared breakfast. And they sat at the table with coffee and caught up on their weeks. Sundays were the same, unless Yunho was on a case, then he had paperwork to do. Jaejoong liked to spend those weekends making sure Yunho ate and stayed hydrated. He loved taking care of Yunho so much.
Throughout the week, they sent texts back and forth, at least five a day. Sometimes more.
The only other person he was as close to was Yoochun, but that was only because Yoochun was his only friend from college and currently the manager and lead bartender of his restaurant. He was the reason why Jaejoong was able to take Saturdays and Sundays off, again, unless they had special guests.
Jaejoong wondered how he could make Yunho’s life easier. That was his job, to make sure his Daddy’s life was easier.
“If you want to go out to dinner, you have to go shower and get dressed.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I like laying in your lap, Daddy.”
A firm hand curled around his ass. “I like you in my lap. I don’t mind either way. Though I’d much rather have you all to myself tonight and then take you out tomorrow.”
Jaejoong turned his body, back on the couch, head on Yunho’s thigh. His knees were bent over the arm of the couch. “Then I guess we’ll order take out because I don’t want to get out of your lap and you want me all to yourself.”
Yunho smiled and tugged on his hair. “Sounds like a really good plan.”
“How about you putting the book down and studying me instead? Is that a good plan?”
“How about you turning your head around and putting your mouth to better use than talking?”
Jaejoong bit his lip, heart fluttering in anticipation. “Really, Daddy? I can suck on your dick?”
“Only if you stop talking.”
Jaejoong spun around with a happy noise. Yunho used his free hand to unbutton his jeans and spread them open, tugging out his dick. He was already so hard, and Jaejoong leaned down, tongue out and lapped at the head.
“Use your mouth.”
With a moan, Jaejoong obeyed, sucking on the soft head and sliding his lips down the shaft. He gagged from the angle, and then shifted his knees forward. He reached for him, and Yunho yanked on his hair.
Wincing, Jaejoong pulled off and whimpered. “Daddy, that hurt.”
Yunho softened the touch and used his hand to pet instead of pull. “Use your mouth, not your hands. Put your hands behind your back.”
Jaejoong licked his lips and did as ordered, gripping his wrist. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
The hand stayed in his hair, leading him up and down his cock. For a little while, and then it was gone and gripping his wrist, right where Jaejoong had his hands behind his back. Gripping a little tight.
Something thunked onto the coffee table. Jaejoong peered sideways, and saw that it was Yunho’s book.
And then his other hand was in Jaejoong’s hair, tugging harder, hips lifting up and down a bit. Jaejoong internally smirked, a self-satisfied ‘fuck you’ to the thing that had taken Daddy’s attention away from him.
He wanted to go faster, but he had a feeling that Yunho was not going to let him stop until he came, so instead he slowed down, just enough to be comfortable. He bobbed his head, back aching from the angle, thighs shaking. He wondered if Yunho knew shibari, because Jaejoong would not mind that at all, tied up in ropes, loosened only by Yunho. Or tightened only by Yunho.
His cock was throbbing between his legs, pulsing precome onto the couch. He’d probably need a new one, which meant that he could get as much come on this one as possible.
Yunho’s hand left his his for a moment, fingers trailing down his cleft. Jaejoong shivered, and then the chord of the toy was pulled and the vibrations in his ass tripled, and he whimpered, shoving his ass back, begging around Yunho’s cock.
Yunho cupped his ass, whispering praises at him. Such a pretty baby. Sexy. Such a nice body, a tight ass, such a warm throat.
It made Jaejoong’s head light, spinning and twisting. He tried a little harder.
“Get my dick wet, baby. Lots of spit because as much as I’d love to see your face covered in my come, I want to fuck you more.”
Jaejoong moaned and went for wet instead of efficient. He used his tongue, let himself drool all over him, and then Yunho pulled on him.
“That’s enough. Straddle my lap.”
Shaking, Jaejoong pushed up. He kept his hands behind his back because Daddy didn’t say he could touch, and he straddled his lap, licking his lips, staring at Yunho’s handsome face.
Daddy held his hip in one hand and pushed, directing him back. The head of his cock slid through his cleft and then pushed against his entrance. At the last moment, Yunho removed the bullet, and then thrust into him.
Jaejoong threw his head back with a cry. His hands went right to Yunho’s chest for balance.
And almost as quickly, Yunho’s hand smacked his cheek. “Hands, baby. Behind your back.”
Whimpering, Jaejoong tried to put them behind his back again. Yunho helped him, a firm grip at his elbow and then his wrists. Both wrists in one hand. Squeezing. The other patted his cheek softly. Not the one that had been smacked. “Good boy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay. I like that you’re so eager to have me inside you. Take the rest of me, Boo. Come on.”
Jaejoong sank down on him, biting his lip too hard. His cock bobbed, trickling opaque fluid over Yunho’s shirt.
And then fingers pinched his sore nipples.
“Ride me,” Yunho said, “as hard and as fast as you want. I’m not going to touch you to make you come.”
Jaejoong moaned and nodded. “You won’t need to, Daddy,” he gasped and lifted up and down, curling his hips for a comfortable angle.
Yunho leaned back against the couch, hands at Jaejoong’s hips. He held him steady, lifting his hips up to meet Jaejoong’s downward thrusts.
It wasn’t often that Jaejoong could come without being touched, but Daddy wanted that, so he would do it. Whatever Daddy wanted. He bit his lip, moaning, and moved a little faster. His cock bobbed between them, spurting bits of his release around as his orgasm grew. His muscles were shaking, his body swaying. His mind was euphoric. The only thing grounding him was the feeling of his own nails in his wrist from holding his hands back, and the firm press of fingertips to his hips and ass from Daddy’s hands.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to come?”
Jaejoong nodded frantically. “Daddy’s cock is so big. Fuck.”
A hand left his hip and tangled in his hair, pulling Jaejoong forward to kiss. It threw off his rhythm but gave him something to rut against, and he pressed in close to Daddy’s chest, riding him faster, rubbing his dick on his soft T-shirt.
“Cheating,” Daddy murmured in amusement.
Jaejoong whimpered. He was too close to care. He moaned into Yunho’s mouth, breaking away to gasp, and then he was whimpering, shouting as he came. He leaned away, body right on edge and then sprayed his release all over Yunho’s T-shirt. And himself. And probably the couch.
The pleasure curled through him, pulled around him from Daddy still moving, and Jaejoong swayed into him, face against his neck. He sighed, hips curling up to give Daddy room to fuck into him.
“Daddy, good Daddy, fuck.”
Yunho chuckled. “Good baby.”
Daddy was inside him for a little longer. He gasped out a demand for a kiss, and Jaejoong smiled, gripping Daddy’s hair to pull his mouth at the right angle. Maybe he still wasn’t allowed to touch, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind, and it gave him an anchor.
An anchor. That is what he needed.
Daddy moaned into his mouth, whispering more words of praise to Jaejoong. His body shuddered and he added fresh sticky come to the mess already inside him. When he sagged back into the couch to recover, Jaejoong went with him, lips and hands all over his strong body.
Yunho held him close, pulled their bodies together, and then lowered Jaejoong to the couch. His cock slipped from him with a dirty noise.
“Perfect, baby. So perfect.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Are you talking about yourself, Daddy?”
Yunho laughed. “Since you agree, it just means we’re perfect together. Should have done this three years ago.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Three years ago I wouldn’t have trusted you enough.”
“You do now?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, why is that so fucking sexy?”
Jaejoong licked his lips. “Don’t know. I’m ... I’m glad you ... I ... there’s no way that I’d be able to have a sexual relationship with you without it, I just ... I can’t do that. I need it.”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “I know, baby. And I do not mind. I’m going to look forward to it.”
“I don’t really know why,” Jaejoong continued quickly, mainly to get it over with, and because he was still a little loopy from his orgasm. “I don’t ... I mean, you know how I was left alone a lot growing up, and I need affection, I’ve always craved it. But I just ... I don’t know what it is at all, but the thought of you disciplining me, denying me orgasms, and cuddling me is just ... it’s ... I want it.”
Yunho rubbed his back. “I want it too, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“A bath.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay, let’s go take a bath.”
Jaejoong smiled widely, darted forward and kissed him, and then almost launched off his lap and headed toward the bathroom. Yunho laughed and followed after him. He went into the bedroom to remove his clothes, and grab his robe.
Jaejoong did not have a robe, and Yunho made a note near his computer to buy him one. Jaejoong loved soft things (like sweaters, his poufy couch, fluffy stuffed animals). He vowed that the only hard thing to touch Jaejoong’s skin was his dick.
Well, and his hand, when he spanked Jaejoong’s bottom for disobeying him. He leaned against the wall with a groan. He was not going to survive this.
“Daddy!”
Yeah, he was not going to survive this at all.
Yunho went to the bathroom. It was a shared bathroom for both rooms, but very large. When Yunho had moved in, Jaejoong had it remodeled, taking out a hallway closet for the added space needed for a vanity with two sinks and double the cabinetry. And the tub. Before, it’d had only a shower. Jaejoong had sacrificed a tub to the large closet when choosing his home. But now he had both.
Yunho wondered if expecting Jaejoong to keep his side of the sink a little neater was going too far. The clothes yes, but all of Jaejoong’s beauty products? Yunho doubted they would ever stay organized and he’d spend more time spanking his pretty baby than kissing or fucking him. Not that that was a problem. He loved the idea of his hand warming Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong was already in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. His head rested on the edge, one leg was out of the water, foot under the warm streams still filling the tub.
Yunho chuckled. “You want me to take a bubble bath?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, or you can provide me with entertainment and just stroke off while I watch you.”
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “Fantasy?”
“On more than one night.”
Yunho motioned for Jaejoong to move and then he slid into the tub behind him, settling against the warm porcelain. Jaejoong rearranged, knees bent, arms on the edges. He sighed as he settled against Yunho’s chest. “Are you tied up during these fantasies?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Sometimes.”
Yunho ran his hands down Jaejoong’s chest, one stopping to play with a sore nipple, and the other fondling his cock.
Jaejoong sagged against him.
Yunho played and Jaejoong whimpered. Almost too late, Yunho reminded Jaejoong to turn the water off.
After a bit of silence, Yunho asked, “Should we talk about something serious now, or should we wait until tomorrow?”
“Now,” Jaejoong said immediately, shifting his hips and rubbing up against Yunho. “I doubt you’re going to do anything but fuck me tomorrow, so it better be now while I’m lucid enough to participate in the conversation.”
Yunho chuckled and kissed his cheek. “You are beautiful and amazing, and god, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of fucking you in this tub.”
Jaejoong hummed. “I do have water-proof lube.”
“I am not surprised, but it’s been ... fuck, Jaejoong, I’ve wanted you for a really long time, and it’s almost unbelievable that this is happening.”
“But?” Jaejoong asked, trailing his fingertips over Yunho’s arm.
Yunho took a deep breath. “What if it doesn’t work out? Then what?”
He felt more than saw Jaejoong frown. But he was quiet, obviously thinking about it.
“It’s the thing that has kept us both from confessing,” Jaejoong finally said.
“Yeah. I never would have if you hadn’t ... said anything today. I’ve thought about moving out just so I could date you, but if that didn’t work out, I’d rather live with you, and have you in some way.”
Jaejoong turned around, floating bubbles over the edge of the tub. He ended up on his knees with his hands on Yunho’s chest. “The thought of losing you, you leaving, anything ... it hurts, it really does, but not nearly as much as watching you, seeing you, and knowing I couldn’t have you. The thought of you laughing at me when you found out what I needed ... that wasn’t nearly as painful as the thought of you leaving forever. Better that I was with you in some way, but I just couldn’t ... I can’t do that anymore. I’ve caught myself from calling you Daddy so often, and it’s just been so hard, and I ... you’re just ... I can’t even think of living ... breathing ... worshiping anything else.”
Yunho pulled him close and hugged him, worry flying through him when he realized Jaejoong was crying. Actually crying. Yunho wasn’t really sure he’d ever seen Jaejoong cry before.
“Shh, Boo, shh, my Baby Boo, it’s okay. I’m so glad you told me. I’m so glad you had the balls to make yourself vulnerable like that. I was too scared to lose you too. I want you so much. I’ve wanted you so much, but losing you ...”
Jaejoong lifted his head. He ran wet bubbly hands through Yunho’s hair and kissed him silent. Yunho moaned and let it border on too passionate. The most passionate. Jaejoong was desperate to keep him, desperate to love him. Yunho could tell. Just from that kiss. He tried his best to show Jaejoong the same thing, kissing him just as passionately, following his tongue, his lead, and then taking control, slowing it down and then surging back into it. Jaejoong’s cock slid over his stomach, and Yunho slid a hand down his back to his ass, finger curling into his cleft.
“Not allowed,” Jaejoong said without relinquishing his lips. He kept kissing him, between words and breaths. “Not allowed. You are not allowed to talk about leaving me. Not allowed at all.”
Yunho smiled and said, “Okay, baby. I won’t.”
“You’re supposed to make me happy.” Jaejoong finally pulled away and pouted, arms crossed. He had bubbles all over his skin, his hair dark and wet, and the cutest, wide eyed pleading look on his face.
Yunho laughed. “Okay. That’s the only thing you’re allowed to demand from me.”
“What about orgasms?”
Yunho smirked and trailed his finger to a red and sore nipple. “I vaguely recall you telling me that I can deny you orgasms.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded.
“Then leave your pleasure to me, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“But that does bring up an interesting point.”
Jaejoong turned back around, resettling against his chest. “What point?”
Yunho’s hands slid back down his chest, both going right to his erection. He double fisted him, up and down, and listened to him moan before he said, “How many times do you jerk off in a week?”
Jaejoong swallowed and whimpered from the touches on his cock. He squirmed against Yunho and said, “Once ... once a day. At least.”
“Not anymore. You’re not allowed to come without me.”
“But Daddy!”
Yunho squeezed his cock too hard, and Jaejoong whimpered. “Once a day. That’s seven. It just means on Saturday and Sunday, I owe you at least seven orgasms.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Two today, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me where your waterproof lube is and we’ll make one of my fantasies come true and give you orgasm number three.”
Part 4: Punishment
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 3:
Jaejoong shifted on his knees and tried not to huff. Yunho had told him to kneel by the couch and then had gone to get a book to read. It wasn’t that Yunho was ignoring him, not at all, he was just reading a book, and touching Jaejoong’s shoulder and sore nipples. At least he was touching him. Right?
But Jaejoong didn’t really like it. He wanted to obey, but he wanted to cuddle. He crossed his arms and pouted.
Yunho looked over at him, an eyebrow raised. “Something you wanted, baby?”
Jaejoong bit his lip. Yunho said he could always tell him what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure what Yunho wanted.
“I want to cuddle in your lap,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled and glanced at the clock. “Well, it is almost time for dinner. I guess I can let you do that until you need to start cooking.”
“Take me out,” Jaejoong demanded.
“What?”
“On a date. Please, Daddy.”
Yunho smiled and held out his hand, and Jaejoong crawled onto the couch. The mess from their sex was still all over his skin, and the bullet was still simmering inside him. He curled up, with his head on Yunho’s thigh, and sighed in contentment when Yunho ran his hands through his hair.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Thank you,” he said and tried to bury his face deeper in Yunho’s stomach.
Yunho chuckled. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Jaejoong smiled against his body and shut his eyes, relaxing under the soft touches of Yunho’s hand.
He knew that Yunho was going to start asking him questions soon, so he knew he needed to figure out his answers to them. Without fail, questioning the Daddy-kink was always first. Jaejoong had various theories about this from his own life, including being the youngest of nine children and often forgotten, but he just liked being taken care of.
Using titles like Master and Sir were more about control and dominance, and Jaejoong needed love and dominance. He also liked taking care of someone. He wanted to please Yunho and do everything he could for him.
Yoochun had introduced them right after Jaejoong had opened his restaurant. It’d been another year after that when Yunho had needed to get out of his father’s house and Jaejoong offered him his extra room. Yunho paid half the mortgage and half the bills. It had definitely been worth it. Jaejoong immediately loved having someone to come home to. He loved having someone to cook for. Someone to talk to.
Two months later, and Jaejoong knew he was in love. But you don’t date roommates. Especially good roommates. Well, mostly good roommates.
Sometimes Yunho walked through the house with his shoes on. Sometimes he left half empty bottles of water on the counter. Sometimes he left wet towels all over their shared bathroom.
But, well, Jaejoong threw his clothes everywhere and would rather lick a plate clean than wash it.
Their schedules were very different. Jaejoong was at his restaurant by eleven to make sure prep was done and there were no scheduling conflicts with his chefs and servers. He stayed out in the lobby to speak with his customers during lunch, spent the afternoon prepping the menu for dinner, and then spent the night in the kitchen leading his team of chefs. They opened at eleven for lunch and did not close until eleven. He usually stayed until then, when he could.
Yunho worked nine to five. He woke up earlier than that and went jogging. Jaejoong didn’t even get out of bed before Yunho was gone for the day, and Yunho was usually asleep by the time Jaejoong got home, especially on the nights when Jaejoong had special guests and had to go out drinking with them. On the rare weekdays that Yunho had off, they sometimes had breakfast together.
On Saturdays, Jaejoong woke up a little earlier than normal and Yunho woke up a little later, and they went on their run together. They usually shared breakfast. And they sat at the table with coffee and caught up on their weeks. Sundays were the same, unless Yunho was on a case, then he had paperwork to do. Jaejoong liked to spend those weekends making sure Yunho ate and stayed hydrated. He loved taking care of Yunho so much.
Throughout the week, they sent texts back and forth, at least five a day. Sometimes more.
The only other person he was as close to was Yoochun, but that was only because Yoochun was his only friend from college and currently the manager and lead bartender of his restaurant. He was the reason why Jaejoong was able to take Saturdays and Sundays off, again, unless they had special guests.
Jaejoong wondered how he could make Yunho’s life easier. That was his job, to make sure his Daddy’s life was easier.
“If you want to go out to dinner, you have to go shower and get dressed.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I like laying in your lap, Daddy.”
A firm hand curled around his ass. “I like you in my lap. I don’t mind either way. Though I’d much rather have you all to myself tonight and then take you out tomorrow.”
Jaejoong turned his body, back on the couch, head on Yunho’s thigh. His knees were bent over the arm of the couch. “Then I guess we’ll order take out because I don’t want to get out of your lap and you want me all to yourself.”
Yunho smiled and tugged on his hair. “Sounds like a really good plan.”
“How about you putting the book down and studying me instead? Is that a good plan?”
“How about you turning your head around and putting your mouth to better use than talking?”
Jaejoong bit his lip, heart fluttering in anticipation. “Really, Daddy? I can suck on your dick?”
“Only if you stop talking.”
Jaejoong spun around with a happy noise. Yunho used his free hand to unbutton his jeans and spread them open, tugging out his dick. He was already so hard, and Jaejoong leaned down, tongue out and lapped at the head.
“Use your mouth.”
With a moan, Jaejoong obeyed, sucking on the soft head and sliding his lips down the shaft. He gagged from the angle, and then shifted his knees forward. He reached for him, and Yunho yanked on his hair.
Wincing, Jaejoong pulled off and whimpered. “Daddy, that hurt.”
Yunho softened the touch and used his hand to pet instead of pull. “Use your mouth, not your hands. Put your hands behind your back.”
Jaejoong licked his lips and did as ordered, gripping his wrist. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
The hand stayed in his hair, leading him up and down his cock. For a little while, and then it was gone and gripping his wrist, right where Jaejoong had his hands behind his back. Gripping a little tight.
Something thunked onto the coffee table. Jaejoong peered sideways, and saw that it was Yunho’s book.
And then his other hand was in Jaejoong’s hair, tugging harder, hips lifting up and down a bit. Jaejoong internally smirked, a self-satisfied ‘fuck you’ to the thing that had taken Daddy’s attention away from him.
He wanted to go faster, but he had a feeling that Yunho was not going to let him stop until he came, so instead he slowed down, just enough to be comfortable. He bobbed his head, back aching from the angle, thighs shaking. He wondered if Yunho knew shibari, because Jaejoong would not mind that at all, tied up in ropes, loosened only by Yunho. Or tightened only by Yunho.
His cock was throbbing between his legs, pulsing precome onto the couch. He’d probably need a new one, which meant that he could get as much come on this one as possible.
Yunho’s hand left his his for a moment, fingers trailing down his cleft. Jaejoong shivered, and then the chord of the toy was pulled and the vibrations in his ass tripled, and he whimpered, shoving his ass back, begging around Yunho’s cock.
Yunho cupped his ass, whispering praises at him. Such a pretty baby. Sexy. Such a nice body, a tight ass, such a warm throat.
It made Jaejoong’s head light, spinning and twisting. He tried a little harder.
“Get my dick wet, baby. Lots of spit because as much as I’d love to see your face covered in my come, I want to fuck you more.”
Jaejoong moaned and went for wet instead of efficient. He used his tongue, let himself drool all over him, and then Yunho pulled on him.
“That’s enough. Straddle my lap.”
Shaking, Jaejoong pushed up. He kept his hands behind his back because Daddy didn’t say he could touch, and he straddled his lap, licking his lips, staring at Yunho’s handsome face.
Daddy held his hip in one hand and pushed, directing him back. The head of his cock slid through his cleft and then pushed against his entrance. At the last moment, Yunho removed the bullet, and then thrust into him.
Jaejoong threw his head back with a cry. His hands went right to Yunho’s chest for balance.
And almost as quickly, Yunho’s hand smacked his cheek. “Hands, baby. Behind your back.”
Whimpering, Jaejoong tried to put them behind his back again. Yunho helped him, a firm grip at his elbow and then his wrists. Both wrists in one hand. Squeezing. The other patted his cheek softly. Not the one that had been smacked. “Good boy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay. I like that you’re so eager to have me inside you. Take the rest of me, Boo. Come on.”
Jaejoong sank down on him, biting his lip too hard. His cock bobbed, trickling opaque fluid over Yunho’s shirt.
And then fingers pinched his sore nipples.
“Ride me,” Yunho said, “as hard and as fast as you want. I’m not going to touch you to make you come.”
Jaejoong moaned and nodded. “You won’t need to, Daddy,” he gasped and lifted up and down, curling his hips for a comfortable angle.
Yunho leaned back against the couch, hands at Jaejoong’s hips. He held him steady, lifting his hips up to meet Jaejoong’s downward thrusts.
It wasn’t often that Jaejoong could come without being touched, but Daddy wanted that, so he would do it. Whatever Daddy wanted. He bit his lip, moaning, and moved a little faster. His cock bobbed between them, spurting bits of his release around as his orgasm grew. His muscles were shaking, his body swaying. His mind was euphoric. The only thing grounding him was the feeling of his own nails in his wrist from holding his hands back, and the firm press of fingertips to his hips and ass from Daddy’s hands.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to come?”
Jaejoong nodded frantically. “Daddy’s cock is so big. Fuck.”
A hand left his hip and tangled in his hair, pulling Jaejoong forward to kiss. It threw off his rhythm but gave him something to rut against, and he pressed in close to Daddy’s chest, riding him faster, rubbing his dick on his soft T-shirt.
“Cheating,” Daddy murmured in amusement.
Jaejoong whimpered. He was too close to care. He moaned into Yunho’s mouth, breaking away to gasp, and then he was whimpering, shouting as he came. He leaned away, body right on edge and then sprayed his release all over Yunho’s T-shirt. And himself. And probably the couch.
The pleasure curled through him, pulled around him from Daddy still moving, and Jaejoong swayed into him, face against his neck. He sighed, hips curling up to give Daddy room to fuck into him.
“Daddy, good Daddy, fuck.”
Yunho chuckled. “Good baby.”
Daddy was inside him for a little longer. He gasped out a demand for a kiss, and Jaejoong smiled, gripping Daddy’s hair to pull his mouth at the right angle. Maybe he still wasn’t allowed to touch, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind, and it gave him an anchor.
An anchor. That is what he needed.
Daddy moaned into his mouth, whispering more words of praise to Jaejoong. His body shuddered and he added fresh sticky come to the mess already inside him. When he sagged back into the couch to recover, Jaejoong went with him, lips and hands all over his strong body.
Yunho held him close, pulled their bodies together, and then lowered Jaejoong to the couch. His cock slipped from him with a dirty noise.
“Perfect, baby. So perfect.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Are you talking about yourself, Daddy?”
Yunho laughed. “Since you agree, it just means we’re perfect together. Should have done this three years ago.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Three years ago I wouldn’t have trusted you enough.”
“You do now?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, why is that so fucking sexy?”
Jaejoong licked his lips. “Don’t know. I’m ... I’m glad you ... I ... there’s no way that I’d be able to have a sexual relationship with you without it, I just ... I can’t do that. I need it.”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “I know, baby. And I do not mind. I’m going to look forward to it.”
“I don’t really know why,” Jaejoong continued quickly, mainly to get it over with, and because he was still a little loopy from his orgasm. “I don’t ... I mean, you know how I was left alone a lot growing up, and I need affection, I’ve always craved it. But I just ... I don’t know what it is at all, but the thought of you disciplining me, denying me orgasms, and cuddling me is just ... it’s ... I want it.”
Yunho rubbed his back. “I want it too, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“A bath.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay, let’s go take a bath.”
Jaejoong smiled widely, darted forward and kissed him, and then almost launched off his lap and headed toward the bathroom. Yunho laughed and followed after him. He went into the bedroom to remove his clothes, and grab his robe.
Jaejoong did not have a robe, and Yunho made a note near his computer to buy him one. Jaejoong loved soft things (like sweaters, his poufy couch, fluffy stuffed animals). He vowed that the only hard thing to touch Jaejoong’s skin was his dick.
Well, and his hand, when he spanked Jaejoong’s bottom for disobeying him. He leaned against the wall with a groan. He was not going to survive this.
“Daddy!”
Yeah, he was not going to survive this at all.
Yunho went to the bathroom. It was a shared bathroom for both rooms, but very large. When Yunho had moved in, Jaejoong had it remodeled, taking out a hallway closet for the added space needed for a vanity with two sinks and double the cabinetry. And the tub. Before, it’d had only a shower. Jaejoong had sacrificed a tub to the large closet when choosing his home. But now he had both.
Yunho wondered if expecting Jaejoong to keep his side of the sink a little neater was going too far. The clothes yes, but all of Jaejoong’s beauty products? Yunho doubted they would ever stay organized and he’d spend more time spanking his pretty baby than kissing or fucking him. Not that that was a problem. He loved the idea of his hand warming Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong was already in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. His head rested on the edge, one leg was out of the water, foot under the warm streams still filling the tub.
Yunho chuckled. “You want me to take a bubble bath?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, or you can provide me with entertainment and just stroke off while I watch you.”
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “Fantasy?”
“On more than one night.”
Yunho motioned for Jaejoong to move and then he slid into the tub behind him, settling against the warm porcelain. Jaejoong rearranged, knees bent, arms on the edges. He sighed as he settled against Yunho’s chest. “Are you tied up during these fantasies?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Sometimes.”
Yunho ran his hands down Jaejoong’s chest, one stopping to play with a sore nipple, and the other fondling his cock.
Jaejoong sagged against him.
Yunho played and Jaejoong whimpered. Almost too late, Yunho reminded Jaejoong to turn the water off.
After a bit of silence, Yunho asked, “Should we talk about something serious now, or should we wait until tomorrow?”
“Now,” Jaejoong said immediately, shifting his hips and rubbing up against Yunho. “I doubt you’re going to do anything but fuck me tomorrow, so it better be now while I’m lucid enough to participate in the conversation.”
Yunho chuckled and kissed his cheek. “You are beautiful and amazing, and god, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of fucking you in this tub.”
Jaejoong hummed. “I do have water-proof lube.”
“I am not surprised, but it’s been ... fuck, Jaejoong, I’ve wanted you for a really long time, and it’s almost unbelievable that this is happening.”
“But?” Jaejoong asked, trailing his fingertips over Yunho’s arm.
Yunho took a deep breath. “What if it doesn’t work out? Then what?”
He felt more than saw Jaejoong frown. But he was quiet, obviously thinking about it.
“It’s the thing that has kept us both from confessing,” Jaejoong finally said.
“Yeah. I never would have if you hadn’t ... said anything today. I’ve thought about moving out just so I could date you, but if that didn’t work out, I’d rather live with you, and have you in some way.”
Jaejoong turned around, floating bubbles over the edge of the tub. He ended up on his knees with his hands on Yunho’s chest. “The thought of losing you, you leaving, anything ... it hurts, it really does, but not nearly as much as watching you, seeing you, and knowing I couldn’t have you. The thought of you laughing at me when you found out what I needed ... that wasn’t nearly as painful as the thought of you leaving forever. Better that I was with you in some way, but I just couldn’t ... I can’t do that anymore. I’ve caught myself from calling you Daddy so often, and it’s just been so hard, and I ... you’re just ... I can’t even think of living ... breathing ... worshiping anything else.”
Yunho pulled him close and hugged him, worry flying through him when he realized Jaejoong was crying. Actually crying. Yunho wasn’t really sure he’d ever seen Jaejoong cry before.
“Shh, Boo, shh, my Baby Boo, it’s okay. I’m so glad you told me. I’m so glad you had the balls to make yourself vulnerable like that. I was too scared to lose you too. I want you so much. I’ve wanted you so much, but losing you ...”
Jaejoong lifted his head. He ran wet bubbly hands through Yunho’s hair and kissed him silent. Yunho moaned and let it border on too passionate. The most passionate. Jaejoong was desperate to keep him, desperate to love him. Yunho could tell. Just from that kiss. He tried his best to show Jaejoong the same thing, kissing him just as passionately, following his tongue, his lead, and then taking control, slowing it down and then surging back into it. Jaejoong’s cock slid over his stomach, and Yunho slid a hand down his back to his ass, finger curling into his cleft.
“Not allowed,” Jaejoong said without relinquishing his lips. He kept kissing him, between words and breaths. “Not allowed. You are not allowed to talk about leaving me. Not allowed at all.”
Yunho smiled and said, “Okay, baby. I won’t.”
“You’re supposed to make me happy.” Jaejoong finally pulled away and pouted, arms crossed. He had bubbles all over his skin, his hair dark and wet, and the cutest, wide eyed pleading look on his face.
Yunho laughed. “Okay. That’s the only thing you’re allowed to demand from me.”
“What about orgasms?”
Yunho smirked and trailed his finger to a red and sore nipple. “I vaguely recall you telling me that I can deny you orgasms.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded.
“Then leave your pleasure to me, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“But that does bring up an interesting point.”
Jaejoong turned back around, resettling against his chest. “What point?”
Yunho’s hands slid back down his chest, both going right to his erection. He double fisted him, up and down, and listened to him moan before he said, “How many times do you jerk off in a week?”
Jaejoong swallowed and whimpered from the touches on his cock. He squirmed against Yunho and said, “Once ... once a day. At least.”
“Not anymore. You’re not allowed to come without me.”
“But Daddy!”
Yunho squeezed his cock too hard, and Jaejoong whimpered. “Once a day. That’s seven. It just means on Saturday and Sunday, I owe you at least seven orgasms.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Two today, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me where your waterproof lube is and we’ll make one of my fantasies come true and give you orgasm number three.”
Part 4: Punishment
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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