Daddy's Baby Boo 4/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 4/?
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".
Part 4:
Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to do now. It was almost time for bed. Yunho would normally already be halfway through his bedtime routine, but he kept watching TV, running his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. Were they going to share a bed from now on? He did not want to. He didn’t want to disturb Yunho’s sleep, and his own schedule during the week was so crazy; Jaejoong did not get enough sleep during the week.
“Daddy?”
Yunho made a noise to show he was listening and tugged a bit on Jaejoong’s hair.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course, if you want to.”
“I know I can’t during the week, we have way too different schedules, but tonight, it’s okay tonight?”
Yunho smiled and nodded. “It is. Are you ready for bed?”
“No. It’s been such a nice day. I don’t want it to end.”
Yunho chuckled and tugged on his arm to get him up. “Well, you did say that I was going to be doing nothing but fucking you tomorrow, so I think tomorrow is going to be a nice day too.”
Jaejoong hummed. “I can’t wait.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “Go brush your teeth, get ready for bed. I will meet you in my bed. Your bed has come all over the sheets.”
“Yours should.”
“Tomorrow. Promise.”
Jaejoong nodded and accepted another kiss before turning around and going toward the bathroom. Yunho had cleaned up their mess of bubbles that came from fucking in the tub, and Jaejoong frowned a little at that. He should have done that, not his Daddy. He vowed to make sure that tomorrow, Yunho did not do any of the cleaning. Not a bit of it.
It did take awhile for him to get ready for bed because he had to wash and moisturize his face and brush his teeth. Yunho walked in when he was bent over the sink, and he took advantage of that with a quick little smack to his bottom.
Jaejoong smiled at him in the mirror.
“I’m going to add your vanity to your list of things to keep organized. This is ridiculous, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong frowned at himself in the mirror, but he sagged in acquiescence and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Not tonight, or even tomorrow, but before next weekend, I want you to have it all organized.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and set his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. He kissed below his ear. “You don’t normally sleep naked, do you, baby?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t like...” He moved his legs. “My thighs rubbing. It’s annoying.”
“Well, come on. Let’s go find you something to wear.”
Confused, Jaejoong followed after Yunho and into his room. Yunho pointed at his comfy chair and said, “Sit.”
Obeying, Jaejoong watched Yunho rifle through his dresser. He pulled out something blue, and then turned back to Jaejoong. Boxers. Yunho’s boxers.
Jaejoong shivered. He did not mind wearing Daddy’s clothes, especially knowing they had been right up against his cock.
And then Yunho kneeled in front of him, and Jaejoong’s eyes went a little wide.
“Daddy.”
“Shush. Here.” He held out the boxers and Jaejoong moved his legs to get them on. But Yunho was distracting, kissing his thighs and up his hip. He licked at the head of his dick, smirking when it twitched.
“Stand up.”
Jaejoong obeyed, and Yunho finished pulled the boxers up, and then his hands were on his thighs, under the fabric, cupping and teasing his balls.
“Perfect.”
Jaejoong flushed. “Get up.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s ... you shouldn’t ... I don’t ...”
Yunho laughed and used Jaejoong’s body to stand up. “You don’t think I should be on my knees and worship you.”
Jaejoong shook his head and dropped to his knees. Fingers trailed through his hair, and he pressed his face to Yunho’s stomach, chest against his crotch. He wrapped his arms around the back of his thighs.
“Fine, fine, darling baby, but there may be a day when I want to bind you to that chair with a plug in your ass, kneel between your legs, and tease you until I’ve given you your seven orgasms.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho laughed and tugged on his hair. “Crawl to bed, baby. I’ll be right there.”
Shaking, Jaejoong did as ordered, crawling up into Yunho’s bed. He’d slept in it before, usually drunk though, unclear of whose bed was whose. His mattress was firmer than Jaejoong’s, but his pillows softer.
Jaejoong slid to the side, and waited for Yunho to come back. He wasn’t sure where he’d gone until he returned with Jaejoong’s stuffed cat in his hand.
Jaejoong laughed and held out his hands. He hated sleeping without JiJi.
Yunho had laughed at him when he told him the cat’s name. “Penis, in Chinese. Nice.” But Jaejoong had been eight when he got the cat. He hadn’t known then.
Yunho gave him the toy and leaned over for a soft kiss. He smiled widely and then went to turn off the lights.
Jaejoong curled on his side, JiJi in his arms, and sighed in happiness when Yunho pressed in close to him from the other side. Lips danced up and down his neck, fingers trailed over his side.
“Lovely, baby. Pretty, baby.”
Jaejoong had a feeling that if he could, he would be purring. He shifted closer to Yunho’s naked warmth, adding his arm into his cuddles and twisted a bit. He didn’t know if he was going to actually sleep because the smile on his face was too wide, too permanent, too satisfied. He didn’t sleep right away, not like Yunho who was huffing lightly against his skin in only a few minutes. But he lay there, Daddy’s heat behind him, around him, holding him, and he prayed and hoped and begged that the entire day had not been a dream. His heart would shatter if it had.
Yunho shifted, pulling Jaejoong with him, and lips touched his forehead for a moment, and Yunho mumbled his name, and then said, “Love you, Boo.”
Jaejoong had to bury his face in JiJi to keep his sudden happy tears from waking up his Daddy.
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Jaejoong woke up before Yunho. He was a little surprised, but yesterday had been a long, slightly emotional day. He pondered Yunho sleeping for a moment and then decided that he better get up before he started touching. He wondered if he had permission, and then shrugged. They were still working through things. It was okay.
Jaejoong left JiJi on the bed, and then went to the bathroom. He didn’t want to shower yet, just in case Yunho wanted to take a bath with him or something. But he did remember the first rule, and he slipped the boxers off and went naked into the kitchen.
Breakfast in bed? Maybe that would make Daddy happy.
Jaejoong started coffee and then breakfast. But he wanted breakfast his way, so he made bite size pieces of french toast, cut up some fruit, and made a sweet, cinnamon cream sauce for dipping (and/or licking off skin). He put everything on a tray and carried it into Yunho’s room. Yunho had a small desk in his room, mainly for work. Jaejoong set the tray there, and then went to the side of the bed where Yunho slept and kneeled. Waiting.
He didn’t mind waiting. But it was a bit arousing. His cock was already hard. He really wanted Daddy to touch him. But he didn’t want to wake Daddy up. That was selfish.
He kept his breaths even, his hands on his thighs.
“Is this a dream?” Yunho’s rough voice asked.
Fingers trailed over Jaejoong’s face and he tilted his head up, and they traveled down his neck. Jaejoong keened and took a deep breath.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
Yunho hummed. “Good morning, Boo. You made breakfast?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, Daddy. I didn’t want to wake you to ask. So I’m sorry, but I wanted ... I wanted ...”
Yunho trailed fingers over his lips, shutting him up. Jaejoong sucked on his fingertips. “I like that idea, but where’s my coffee?”
“I didn’t want it to get cold.”
“Good idea. Stay right here. I’m going to get up and get my coffee and then we’ll eat breakfast.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy patted his head and Jaejoong smiled widely up at him.
It was only a couple of moments of kneeling there, happiness spreading through him, before it shattered a bit.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong winced. Fuck. That was not a good sign ... god, that was ... what had he done? He cleaned up the kitchen. He put his apron away. Daddy said he didn’t need to straighten up his bathroom until next ...
His eyes went wide. Daddy’s boxers. He’d left Daddy’s boxers on the floor of the bathroom. He groaned, shaking in ... not really fear, but fuck. How could he have been so stupid?
Yunho’s footsteps sounded in the room. Jaejoong winced again, keeping his head down. The boxers landed on his head.
“Baby Boo. I allowed you to wear my clothes to bed, and this is how you treated that allowance?”
Jaejoong frowned. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho shook his head. “Fold them.”
Jaejoong was shaking as he did. He saw Daddy sit in his chair from the corner of his eye. As soon as they were folded properly, Daddy held out his hand and snapped his fingers.
Jaejoong jerked almost like he’d been slapped. He obeyed the order though and crawled over to him. Yunho pulled at his arm, manhandling him over his lap. Before he was even secure, Yunho was spanking him. Not a sexy spanking. Not soft or sweet. Not like yesterday when the spankings were more of a show of Daddy being in charge.
It hurt, sure, but it was Yunho’s disappointment that fueled his tears. It was Jaejoong’s negligence. Daddy had let him wear something so he could be comfortable, and Jaejoong had practically tossed it aside. He fought the urge to bite his lip, afraid to bite through it. Each smack tore a yelp from his throat. He sagged over Daddy’s thighs, trying to keep himself up, but what was the point. Daddy was so upset.
The spanking stopped almost too suddenly, and Jaejoong tensed up and jerked like another blow was coming. Instead, Daddy ran his hand over Jaejoong’s ass and then pushed him off his lap.
Jaejoong fell to his knees, keeping his head bowed. His chest hitched, quick breaths, trying to control his breathing and tears.
Yunho stood up, and Jaejoong curled away from him, until fingers touched his hair and he whimpered in surprise, leaning into the touch.
Daddy sighed. “Come on,” he said and tightened the grip on his hair, leading him over to the desk.
Right, breakfast.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths, wincing when his hair was pulled as Yunho sat down. The hand stayed there, keeping his head up, twisted and firm.
Jaejoong lifted his hands to relieve the pressure, and then settled them on his own thighs. He did not have permission to touch.
“Open up,” Yunho said and placed a piece of fruit in his mouth. Jaejoong tried to swallow it around his still-short breaths.
They ate breakfast silently. Jaejoong fought back tears. Daddy was so upset. He had to do something to make Daddy smile again. Make him happy again. When Daddy let go of his hair, Jaejoong looked at the floor and sighed.
Fingers trailed over his jaw. “Are you sorry?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Come here.” He tugged on his arm, and Jaejoong followed the order, up into his lap, curled up against his body like before, Yunho’s arm around his back and under his leg. Jaejoong pressed close to Daddy’s warmth, trying not to shake.
“You’re so beautiful, Boo. You’ll learn, baby. I know you will.”
Jaejoong wasn’t sure he could respond without sobbing, so he didn’t and just attempted to press closer to him while Daddy kept whispering kind words to him, kind words he did not deserve.
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Yunho was not sure he could do that again. An actual punishment. A real one. Jaejoong stayed subdued, sighing dramatically, almost every ten minutes. He had no idea how to bring the smiles back. When Yunho touched him, they were fleeting. Beautiful, but nothing compared to the absolute joy on Jaejoong’s face yesterday. He did not want to spend the entire day like this.
Kisses seemed to help.
With a smile, he tugged on Jaejoong’s arm, and pulled him up into his lap on the couch. Hands on his hips, up his chest. His nipples were still pretty and red from the day before, purpling a little around the edges. Yunho leaned up and licked at one. Jaejoong moaned, hands tightening on Yunho’s shoulders.
“You’re not in trouble, baby,” Yunho said again.
Jaejoong nodded. “But I ... I ...”
“It’s only been a day. You’ll learn. I know you will.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I shouldn’t have just tossed them on the floor. It really meant a lot to me that you let me wear them. You let me wear your clothes, and I just treated it like it wasn’t important, and it was so important to me.”
Yunho pulled him forward for another kiss, mainly to get him to shut up. “I know it’s important to you. And now you know. Where do they go when you wake up?”
“On my table. Folded.”
“Good. Now, no more frowns. Smiles, okay? You’re such good baby. So good to me. You make me so happy.”
“Really, Daddy?”
“Yes, really. Now. I owe you a date. I’d much rather take you out this morning and then worship your naked body this evening. Sound okay?”
Jaejoong smiled, still a little tight around the edges, but he nodded eagerly.
“Good, go get dressed.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“Want?” Yunho said with an eyebrow raised. “You’re currently wearing what I want you to wear.”
Jaejoong flushed and then giggled, and Yunho took a mental breath of relief. There was his baby. His pretty baby Boo.
“Dress comfy,” Yunho said. “We’re not going anywhere fancy.”
Jaejoong pressed a firm kiss to his lips and then stood up to go obey. Yunho stayed on the couch for a few more minutes, rubbing his face in his hands. The punishments were not fun. It was not the same as spanking for sexy moments. They weren’t supposed to be, he guessed, but if Jaejoong needed that aspect of the kink as well, Yunho was going to have to get used to it.
He noticed that his phone was flashing with a text message. He checked it and moaned. Skin, the curl of a familiar tattoo, dipping under the band of a pair of bright blue briefs. The picture only showed that: a hipbone, skin, cloth. Stopping just shy of what Yunho really wanted to see.
Yunho growled and surged to his feet. He entered Jaejoong’s bedroom just in time to see the blue underwear disappear under tight skinny jeans. Leaning against the door frame, he cleared his throat.
Jaejoong smiled over his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy?”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow. “Are teasing pictures of your skin and body going to be a common thing now?” He shifted, noting the way Jaejoong’s gaze dropped to his crotch.
Jaejoong licked his lips. Tugging on a T-shirt, he asked, “Do you want it to be?”
Yunho snorted. “I have no control over you and your phone. I know better to even try to dictate that. Do as you will. I won’t complain.”
Jaejoong hummed and picked up his phone from the dresser. His smile was quite devious. Turning around, he said, “I’m ready to go, Daddy.”
Yunho’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out just as Jaejoong came even to him, arm sliding around his waist. The picture sent to him was a longer shot, same blue briefs, but this time with Jaejoong’s bruised nipple in the shot, fingers pinching it more.
Yunho moaned, phone clattering to the floor. He pulled Jaejoong against him, kissing him roughly and pushing him back into the room.
Jaejoong followed, smile widening against Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho growled. “We’ll go out next weekend.”
Jaejoong laughed and allowed himself to be propelled to the bed.
“Should have done this three years ago,” Yunho muttered and climbed over him, running his hands down the firm jean-clad thigh. He yanked Jaejoong to him by his knees, and leaned over him for another deep kiss. He stayed over him, kissing slower, deeper, softer, and then Jaejoong’s hands went up the back of his T-shirt. He lifted up, let Jaejoong pull it off, and then stayed where he was for Jaejoong to run his hands over his chest, down his stomach, fingers through the tantalizing trail of hair to the top of his jeans.
“Naked,” Jaejoong gased. “Naked.”
Yunho nodded, and Jaejoong unfastened the button, lowered the zipper. He shoved his hands into the back of his jeans, and then his boxers, pushing them down. Yunho shifted enough to bare his cock, and then Jaejoong’s hands were there, both of them, rubbing and twisting up the length. He was making little mewling noises, begging, whimpering.
Yunho took his wrists and pushed his hands up above his head. “Stay.”
Jaejoong pouted.
“Two minutes. Count.”
Yunho waited and it took a moment for Jaejoong to realize that was actually a command, and he started with one, voice shaking and impatient. He was counting too fast too. Until Yunho had his pants unbuttoned and his cock pushed up and out of his boxers.
Yunho licked his cock, and Jaejoong moaned instead of saying twenty-four.
Yunho waited until Jaejoong started counting again, lifting an eyebrow to prompt him along. And then he continued, licking at his balls and his cock. Jaejoong shifted, thrashing a little until his legs were thrown over Yunho’s shoulders. His hands were gripping his pillow. His voice grew louder, his hips lifted into each teasing lick.
At one hundred, Yunho stopped teasing him and sat up to tug Jaejoong’s pants and boxers off.
“Take off your shirt.”
Yunho licked his lips as Jaejoong did as ordered, his abs going firm to lift his upper body up enough. The shirt was tossed to the floor.
“I’ll pick it up later, I promise, Daddy,” Jaejoong said and pouted. He made grabby hands.
Yunho stayed on his knees and crossed his arms. “You better.”
“I will. Please. Please touch me.”
Yunho smiled and asked, “Where’s the lube from yesterday?”
Jaejoong scrunched up his face. “I don’t know. I ...”
“Did you put it back where it goes?”
Jaejoong huffed. “No. Fuck.”
“Find it.”
Jaejoong pulled at the bed, flung the pillows and blankets all over. Yunho moved away, spotting the bottle near the end of the bed, and then a sheet was over the top of it. Yunho shifted up to the top of the bed, using the discarded pillows to prop up against the headboard. He thought of pulling his jeans and boxers off and decided not to, actually pulling them up for a bit of comfort. His cock still hung free, balls pressed tight against the band.
He stroked himself, watching Jaejoong scramble around. Watching naked Jaejoong scramble around.
Finally, the sheet ended up on the floor and the bottle clattered against the hardwood.
Jaejoong made a victorious noise and dived off the bed for it.
Yunho laughed. “About time, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong scrambled back onto the bed, lube in hand. Yunho held out his hands to show that Jaejoong had permission to climb on his lap. He did, straddling him with his hard cock pressed against his stomach as he leaned forward for a kiss.
Yunho pushed at his shoulder and shook his head at Jaejoong’s pout. “I’d already be inside you if you’d put that lube back where it went.”
Jaejoong pouted harder.
God, why was that so adorable?
“Fine, baby, fine.”
Yunho slid his hand over Jaejoong’s hips to his ass. He lightly spanked him, just a couple of times, making sure to smile. So different than that morning.
And Jaejoong’s smile was understanding. He pushed back into Yunho’s hands and then kissed him. A softer kiss. Like they weren’t both throbbing, both ready for release. Just a moment to connect, to understand each other.
Yunho licked at his mouth and hummed. “Want to just eat you for lunch.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t. Do you have an enema?”
Jaejoong stuck out his tongue. “No. Gross, Daddy.”
Yunho kissed him and said, “Gross? Not really. Go buy one. Or six. Because one of your orgasms next weekend is going to be from my tongue and fingers. That’s it. You’re not going to be allowed to touch yourself or press up against anything.”
Jaejoong moaned and rubbed against Yunho’s chest. “Okay. That’s worth it.”
Yunho chuckled. “Okay, now. Come on. I want inside your pretty ass right now. Lube up my cock with your hands and then give yourself as much prep as you want.”
Jaejoong sat up, holding the tube up. “So none?”
“God, some.”
“We’ll see,” Jaejoong said and winked. He turned the bottle upside down and squeezed the cool liquid right on Yunho’s dick.
“You want me to come in two minutes?”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “I get seven orgasms in a weekend, how many do you get?”
Yunho groaned. “You little minx. Fine. No prep, if you can handle it.”
Jaejoong stroked Yunho only a few times before shifting forward enough to position his dick where he wanted it, right at his entrance. He teased them both for a few moments, and then tightened his grip, a grip that almost had Yunho coming as Jaejoong pressed down and squeezed Yunho’s dick inside him. His slick hands fell to Yunho’s chest and he moaned. They both moaned, and he lowered himself, too slowly, oh so slowly, head thrown back, mouth open, adams apple bobbing with his heavy swallows.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered when he could. His hands were on Jaejoong’s thighs, squeezing tight. “Should have done this three years ago.”
Jaejoong laughed and rubbed slick fingers on his nipples, hips swirling in a steady rhythm.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiled and leaned down enough to kiss him. “And you are going to be the reason I live.”
Yunho grabbed behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair and kissed him deeper. That was almost a love confession. And he would return it, when the time was right. He’d always loved Jaejoong, always adored him. But Yunho knew better than to return it in the middle of sex, especially after the punishment. He didn’t want it to be an apology. When he said it, he didn’t want there to be any distractions. He didn’t want Jaejoong to think even for a moment that Yunho did not love him, that his confession was not real.
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
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".
Part 4:
Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to do now. It was almost time for bed. Yunho would normally already be halfway through his bedtime routine, but he kept watching TV, running his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. Were they going to share a bed from now on? He did not want to. He didn’t want to disturb Yunho’s sleep, and his own schedule during the week was so crazy; Jaejoong did not get enough sleep during the week.
“Daddy?”
Yunho made a noise to show he was listening and tugged a bit on Jaejoong’s hair.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course, if you want to.”
“I know I can’t during the week, we have way too different schedules, but tonight, it’s okay tonight?”
Yunho smiled and nodded. “It is. Are you ready for bed?”
“No. It’s been such a nice day. I don’t want it to end.”
Yunho chuckled and tugged on his arm to get him up. “Well, you did say that I was going to be doing nothing but fucking you tomorrow, so I think tomorrow is going to be a nice day too.”
Jaejoong hummed. “I can’t wait.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “Go brush your teeth, get ready for bed. I will meet you in my bed. Your bed has come all over the sheets.”
“Yours should.”
“Tomorrow. Promise.”
Jaejoong nodded and accepted another kiss before turning around and going toward the bathroom. Yunho had cleaned up their mess of bubbles that came from fucking in the tub, and Jaejoong frowned a little at that. He should have done that, not his Daddy. He vowed to make sure that tomorrow, Yunho did not do any of the cleaning. Not a bit of it.
It did take awhile for him to get ready for bed because he had to wash and moisturize his face and brush his teeth. Yunho walked in when he was bent over the sink, and he took advantage of that with a quick little smack to his bottom.
Jaejoong smiled at him in the mirror.
“I’m going to add your vanity to your list of things to keep organized. This is ridiculous, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong frowned at himself in the mirror, but he sagged in acquiescence and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Not tonight, or even tomorrow, but before next weekend, I want you to have it all organized.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and set his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. He kissed below his ear. “You don’t normally sleep naked, do you, baby?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t like...” He moved his legs. “My thighs rubbing. It’s annoying.”
“Well, come on. Let’s go find you something to wear.”
Confused, Jaejoong followed after Yunho and into his room. Yunho pointed at his comfy chair and said, “Sit.”
Obeying, Jaejoong watched Yunho rifle through his dresser. He pulled out something blue, and then turned back to Jaejoong. Boxers. Yunho’s boxers.
Jaejoong shivered. He did not mind wearing Daddy’s clothes, especially knowing they had been right up against his cock.
And then Yunho kneeled in front of him, and Jaejoong’s eyes went a little wide.
“Daddy.”
“Shush. Here.” He held out the boxers and Jaejoong moved his legs to get them on. But Yunho was distracting, kissing his thighs and up his hip. He licked at the head of his dick, smirking when it twitched.
“Stand up.”
Jaejoong obeyed, and Yunho finished pulled the boxers up, and then his hands were on his thighs, under the fabric, cupping and teasing his balls.
“Perfect.”
Jaejoong flushed. “Get up.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s ... you shouldn’t ... I don’t ...”
Yunho laughed and used Jaejoong’s body to stand up. “You don’t think I should be on my knees and worship you.”
Jaejoong shook his head and dropped to his knees. Fingers trailed through his hair, and he pressed his face to Yunho’s stomach, chest against his crotch. He wrapped his arms around the back of his thighs.
“Fine, fine, darling baby, but there may be a day when I want to bind you to that chair with a plug in your ass, kneel between your legs, and tease you until I’ve given you your seven orgasms.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho laughed and tugged on his hair. “Crawl to bed, baby. I’ll be right there.”
Shaking, Jaejoong did as ordered, crawling up into Yunho’s bed. He’d slept in it before, usually drunk though, unclear of whose bed was whose. His mattress was firmer than Jaejoong’s, but his pillows softer.
Jaejoong slid to the side, and waited for Yunho to come back. He wasn’t sure where he’d gone until he returned with Jaejoong’s stuffed cat in his hand.
Jaejoong laughed and held out his hands. He hated sleeping without JiJi.
Yunho had laughed at him when he told him the cat’s name. “Penis, in Chinese. Nice.” But Jaejoong had been eight when he got the cat. He hadn’t known then.
Yunho gave him the toy and leaned over for a soft kiss. He smiled widely and then went to turn off the lights.
Jaejoong curled on his side, JiJi in his arms, and sighed in happiness when Yunho pressed in close to him from the other side. Lips danced up and down his neck, fingers trailed over his side.
“Lovely, baby. Pretty, baby.”
Jaejoong had a feeling that if he could, he would be purring. He shifted closer to Yunho’s naked warmth, adding his arm into his cuddles and twisted a bit. He didn’t know if he was going to actually sleep because the smile on his face was too wide, too permanent, too satisfied. He didn’t sleep right away, not like Yunho who was huffing lightly against his skin in only a few minutes. But he lay there, Daddy’s heat behind him, around him, holding him, and he prayed and hoped and begged that the entire day had not been a dream. His heart would shatter if it had.
Yunho shifted, pulling Jaejoong with him, and lips touched his forehead for a moment, and Yunho mumbled his name, and then said, “Love you, Boo.”
Jaejoong had to bury his face in JiJi to keep his sudden happy tears from waking up his Daddy.
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Jaejoong woke up before Yunho. He was a little surprised, but yesterday had been a long, slightly emotional day. He pondered Yunho sleeping for a moment and then decided that he better get up before he started touching. He wondered if he had permission, and then shrugged. They were still working through things. It was okay.
Jaejoong left JiJi on the bed, and then went to the bathroom. He didn’t want to shower yet, just in case Yunho wanted to take a bath with him or something. But he did remember the first rule, and he slipped the boxers off and went naked into the kitchen.
Breakfast in bed? Maybe that would make Daddy happy.
Jaejoong started coffee and then breakfast. But he wanted breakfast his way, so he made bite size pieces of french toast, cut up some fruit, and made a sweet, cinnamon cream sauce for dipping (and/or licking off skin). He put everything on a tray and carried it into Yunho’s room. Yunho had a small desk in his room, mainly for work. Jaejoong set the tray there, and then went to the side of the bed where Yunho slept and kneeled. Waiting.
He didn’t mind waiting. But it was a bit arousing. His cock was already hard. He really wanted Daddy to touch him. But he didn’t want to wake Daddy up. That was selfish.
He kept his breaths even, his hands on his thighs.
“Is this a dream?” Yunho’s rough voice asked.
Fingers trailed over Jaejoong’s face and he tilted his head up, and they traveled down his neck. Jaejoong keened and took a deep breath.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
Yunho hummed. “Good morning, Boo. You made breakfast?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, Daddy. I didn’t want to wake you to ask. So I’m sorry, but I wanted ... I wanted ...”
Yunho trailed fingers over his lips, shutting him up. Jaejoong sucked on his fingertips. “I like that idea, but where’s my coffee?”
“I didn’t want it to get cold.”
“Good idea. Stay right here. I’m going to get up and get my coffee and then we’ll eat breakfast.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy patted his head and Jaejoong smiled widely up at him.
It was only a couple of moments of kneeling there, happiness spreading through him, before it shattered a bit.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong winced. Fuck. That was not a good sign ... god, that was ... what had he done? He cleaned up the kitchen. He put his apron away. Daddy said he didn’t need to straighten up his bathroom until next ...
His eyes went wide. Daddy’s boxers. He’d left Daddy’s boxers on the floor of the bathroom. He groaned, shaking in ... not really fear, but fuck. How could he have been so stupid?
Yunho’s footsteps sounded in the room. Jaejoong winced again, keeping his head down. The boxers landed on his head.
“Baby Boo. I allowed you to wear my clothes to bed, and this is how you treated that allowance?”
Jaejoong frowned. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho shook his head. “Fold them.”
Jaejoong was shaking as he did. He saw Daddy sit in his chair from the corner of his eye. As soon as they were folded properly, Daddy held out his hand and snapped his fingers.
Jaejoong jerked almost like he’d been slapped. He obeyed the order though and crawled over to him. Yunho pulled at his arm, manhandling him over his lap. Before he was even secure, Yunho was spanking him. Not a sexy spanking. Not soft or sweet. Not like yesterday when the spankings were more of a show of Daddy being in charge.
It hurt, sure, but it was Yunho’s disappointment that fueled his tears. It was Jaejoong’s negligence. Daddy had let him wear something so he could be comfortable, and Jaejoong had practically tossed it aside. He fought the urge to bite his lip, afraid to bite through it. Each smack tore a yelp from his throat. He sagged over Daddy’s thighs, trying to keep himself up, but what was the point. Daddy was so upset.
The spanking stopped almost too suddenly, and Jaejoong tensed up and jerked like another blow was coming. Instead, Daddy ran his hand over Jaejoong’s ass and then pushed him off his lap.
Jaejoong fell to his knees, keeping his head bowed. His chest hitched, quick breaths, trying to control his breathing and tears.
Yunho stood up, and Jaejoong curled away from him, until fingers touched his hair and he whimpered in surprise, leaning into the touch.
Daddy sighed. “Come on,” he said and tightened the grip on his hair, leading him over to the desk.
Right, breakfast.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths, wincing when his hair was pulled as Yunho sat down. The hand stayed there, keeping his head up, twisted and firm.
Jaejoong lifted his hands to relieve the pressure, and then settled them on his own thighs. He did not have permission to touch.
“Open up,” Yunho said and placed a piece of fruit in his mouth. Jaejoong tried to swallow it around his still-short breaths.
They ate breakfast silently. Jaejoong fought back tears. Daddy was so upset. He had to do something to make Daddy smile again. Make him happy again. When Daddy let go of his hair, Jaejoong looked at the floor and sighed.
Fingers trailed over his jaw. “Are you sorry?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Come here.” He tugged on his arm, and Jaejoong followed the order, up into his lap, curled up against his body like before, Yunho’s arm around his back and under his leg. Jaejoong pressed close to Daddy’s warmth, trying not to shake.
“You’re so beautiful, Boo. You’ll learn, baby. I know you will.”
Jaejoong wasn’t sure he could respond without sobbing, so he didn’t and just attempted to press closer to him while Daddy kept whispering kind words to him, kind words he did not deserve.
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Yunho was not sure he could do that again. An actual punishment. A real one. Jaejoong stayed subdued, sighing dramatically, almost every ten minutes. He had no idea how to bring the smiles back. When Yunho touched him, they were fleeting. Beautiful, but nothing compared to the absolute joy on Jaejoong’s face yesterday. He did not want to spend the entire day like this.
Kisses seemed to help.
With a smile, he tugged on Jaejoong’s arm, and pulled him up into his lap on the couch. Hands on his hips, up his chest. His nipples were still pretty and red from the day before, purpling a little around the edges. Yunho leaned up and licked at one. Jaejoong moaned, hands tightening on Yunho’s shoulders.
“You’re not in trouble, baby,” Yunho said again.
Jaejoong nodded. “But I ... I ...”
“It’s only been a day. You’ll learn. I know you will.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I shouldn’t have just tossed them on the floor. It really meant a lot to me that you let me wear them. You let me wear your clothes, and I just treated it like it wasn’t important, and it was so important to me.”
Yunho pulled him forward for another kiss, mainly to get him to shut up. “I know it’s important to you. And now you know. Where do they go when you wake up?”
“On my table. Folded.”
“Good. Now, no more frowns. Smiles, okay? You’re such good baby. So good to me. You make me so happy.”
“Really, Daddy?”
“Yes, really. Now. I owe you a date. I’d much rather take you out this morning and then worship your naked body this evening. Sound okay?”
Jaejoong smiled, still a little tight around the edges, but he nodded eagerly.
“Good, go get dressed.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“Want?” Yunho said with an eyebrow raised. “You’re currently wearing what I want you to wear.”
Jaejoong flushed and then giggled, and Yunho took a mental breath of relief. There was his baby. His pretty baby Boo.
“Dress comfy,” Yunho said. “We’re not going anywhere fancy.”
Jaejoong pressed a firm kiss to his lips and then stood up to go obey. Yunho stayed on the couch for a few more minutes, rubbing his face in his hands. The punishments were not fun. It was not the same as spanking for sexy moments. They weren’t supposed to be, he guessed, but if Jaejoong needed that aspect of the kink as well, Yunho was going to have to get used to it.
He noticed that his phone was flashing with a text message. He checked it and moaned. Skin, the curl of a familiar tattoo, dipping under the band of a pair of bright blue briefs. The picture only showed that: a hipbone, skin, cloth. Stopping just shy of what Yunho really wanted to see.
Yunho growled and surged to his feet. He entered Jaejoong’s bedroom just in time to see the blue underwear disappear under tight skinny jeans. Leaning against the door frame, he cleared his throat.
Jaejoong smiled over his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy?”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow. “Are teasing pictures of your skin and body going to be a common thing now?” He shifted, noting the way Jaejoong’s gaze dropped to his crotch.
Jaejoong licked his lips. Tugging on a T-shirt, he asked, “Do you want it to be?”
Yunho snorted. “I have no control over you and your phone. I know better to even try to dictate that. Do as you will. I won’t complain.”
Jaejoong hummed and picked up his phone from the dresser. His smile was quite devious. Turning around, he said, “I’m ready to go, Daddy.”
Yunho’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out just as Jaejoong came even to him, arm sliding around his waist. The picture sent to him was a longer shot, same blue briefs, but this time with Jaejoong’s bruised nipple in the shot, fingers pinching it more.
Yunho moaned, phone clattering to the floor. He pulled Jaejoong against him, kissing him roughly and pushing him back into the room.
Jaejoong followed, smile widening against Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho growled. “We’ll go out next weekend.”
Jaejoong laughed and allowed himself to be propelled to the bed.
“Should have done this three years ago,” Yunho muttered and climbed over him, running his hands down the firm jean-clad thigh. He yanked Jaejoong to him by his knees, and leaned over him for another deep kiss. He stayed over him, kissing slower, deeper, softer, and then Jaejoong’s hands went up the back of his T-shirt. He lifted up, let Jaejoong pull it off, and then stayed where he was for Jaejoong to run his hands over his chest, down his stomach, fingers through the tantalizing trail of hair to the top of his jeans.
“Naked,” Jaejoong gased. “Naked.”
Yunho nodded, and Jaejoong unfastened the button, lowered the zipper. He shoved his hands into the back of his jeans, and then his boxers, pushing them down. Yunho shifted enough to bare his cock, and then Jaejoong’s hands were there, both of them, rubbing and twisting up the length. He was making little mewling noises, begging, whimpering.
Yunho took his wrists and pushed his hands up above his head. “Stay.”
Jaejoong pouted.
“Two minutes. Count.”
Yunho waited and it took a moment for Jaejoong to realize that was actually a command, and he started with one, voice shaking and impatient. He was counting too fast too. Until Yunho had his pants unbuttoned and his cock pushed up and out of his boxers.
Yunho licked his cock, and Jaejoong moaned instead of saying twenty-four.
Yunho waited until Jaejoong started counting again, lifting an eyebrow to prompt him along. And then he continued, licking at his balls and his cock. Jaejoong shifted, thrashing a little until his legs were thrown over Yunho’s shoulders. His hands were gripping his pillow. His voice grew louder, his hips lifted into each teasing lick.
At one hundred, Yunho stopped teasing him and sat up to tug Jaejoong’s pants and boxers off.
“Take off your shirt.”
Yunho licked his lips as Jaejoong did as ordered, his abs going firm to lift his upper body up enough. The shirt was tossed to the floor.
“I’ll pick it up later, I promise, Daddy,” Jaejoong said and pouted. He made grabby hands.
Yunho stayed on his knees and crossed his arms. “You better.”
“I will. Please. Please touch me.”
Yunho smiled and asked, “Where’s the lube from yesterday?”
Jaejoong scrunched up his face. “I don’t know. I ...”
“Did you put it back where it goes?”
Jaejoong huffed. “No. Fuck.”
“Find it.”
Jaejoong pulled at the bed, flung the pillows and blankets all over. Yunho moved away, spotting the bottle near the end of the bed, and then a sheet was over the top of it. Yunho shifted up to the top of the bed, using the discarded pillows to prop up against the headboard. He thought of pulling his jeans and boxers off and decided not to, actually pulling them up for a bit of comfort. His cock still hung free, balls pressed tight against the band.
He stroked himself, watching Jaejoong scramble around. Watching naked Jaejoong scramble around.
Finally, the sheet ended up on the floor and the bottle clattered against the hardwood.
Jaejoong made a victorious noise and dived off the bed for it.
Yunho laughed. “About time, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong scrambled back onto the bed, lube in hand. Yunho held out his hands to show that Jaejoong had permission to climb on his lap. He did, straddling him with his hard cock pressed against his stomach as he leaned forward for a kiss.
Yunho pushed at his shoulder and shook his head at Jaejoong’s pout. “I’d already be inside you if you’d put that lube back where it went.”
Jaejoong pouted harder.
God, why was that so adorable?
“Fine, baby, fine.”
Yunho slid his hand over Jaejoong’s hips to his ass. He lightly spanked him, just a couple of times, making sure to smile. So different than that morning.
And Jaejoong’s smile was understanding. He pushed back into Yunho’s hands and then kissed him. A softer kiss. Like they weren’t both throbbing, both ready for release. Just a moment to connect, to understand each other.
Yunho licked at his mouth and hummed. “Want to just eat you for lunch.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t. Do you have an enema?”
Jaejoong stuck out his tongue. “No. Gross, Daddy.”
Yunho kissed him and said, “Gross? Not really. Go buy one. Or six. Because one of your orgasms next weekend is going to be from my tongue and fingers. That’s it. You’re not going to be allowed to touch yourself or press up against anything.”
Jaejoong moaned and rubbed against Yunho’s chest. “Okay. That’s worth it.”
Yunho chuckled. “Okay, now. Come on. I want inside your pretty ass right now. Lube up my cock with your hands and then give yourself as much prep as you want.”
Jaejoong sat up, holding the tube up. “So none?”
“God, some.”
“We’ll see,” Jaejoong said and winked. He turned the bottle upside down and squeezed the cool liquid right on Yunho’s dick.
“You want me to come in two minutes?”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “I get seven orgasms in a weekend, how many do you get?”
Yunho groaned. “You little minx. Fine. No prep, if you can handle it.”
Jaejoong stroked Yunho only a few times before shifting forward enough to position his dick where he wanted it, right at his entrance. He teased them both for a few moments, and then tightened his grip, a grip that almost had Yunho coming as Jaejoong pressed down and squeezed Yunho’s dick inside him. His slick hands fell to Yunho’s chest and he moaned. They both moaned, and he lowered himself, too slowly, oh so slowly, head thrown back, mouth open, adams apple bobbing with his heavy swallows.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered when he could. His hands were on Jaejoong’s thighs, squeezing tight. “Should have done this three years ago.”
Jaejoong laughed and rubbed slick fingers on his nipples, hips swirling in a steady rhythm.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiled and leaned down enough to kiss him. “And you are going to be the reason I live.”
Yunho grabbed behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair and kissed him deeper. That was almost a love confession. And he would return it, when the time was right. He’d always loved Jaejoong, always adored him. But Yunho knew better than to return it in the middle of sex, especially after the punishment. He didn’t want it to be an apology. When he said it, he didn’t want there to be any distractions. He didn’t want Jaejoong to think even for a moment that Yunho did not love him, that his confession was not real.
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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