The Dessert
Title: The Dessert (Alternate title: Never Enough For All the Toys)
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: Hard R-NC-17ish
Disclaimer: Jaejoong isn't mine to tie up and play with. Only Yunho is lucky enough for that.
Summary: Because his best friends are stupid, Jaejoong puts on his collar and lets Master take care of him.
A/N: This is a slice-of-life continuation of The List because it had the same amount of votes as "A Knight of Fire" did on that continuation of YunJae post.
A/N2: Also, "never enough for all the toys" is from xtooline
Jaejoong stumbled into their condo with a massive migraine and an empty stomach. Yunho wasn’t home. It was dark, only the hallway light on to guide him into the main area. He forgot to take off his shoes at the door, kicked them off before he face-planted to the couch, and just lay there.
Why did he ever agree to be the financial consultant to Junsu’s production company?
Jaejoong did not realize that he’d fallen asleep until hands ran up the back of his legs and lips touched his neck. He moaned, shifting under Yunho’s weight.
“Hi, JaeBaby,” Yunho whispered, lips moving to his ear and then his cheek.
Jaejoong hummed, not really saying words, because the next words out of his mouth would decide if they were playing or not.
So he just let Yunho touch him, firm fingers on his lower back, lips against his skin.
“Why did I ever agree to be the financial consultant to Junsu’s production company?” Jaejoong asked a few minutes later.
Yunho laughed. “Because he knows how to pout and has puppy dog eyes?”
“Ugh, I hate all three of them. Ganging up on me.”
“You’re the only reason they’re still in business. They listen to you, even if it’s frustrating at times.”
“Hey, you give them legal advice.”
“Expensive legal advice.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Expensive. My sugar daddy.”
“Damn straight. Does my sugar baby want dinner, sex, or dessert?”
“Aren’t sex and dessert the same thing?”
Yunho chuckled. “Only if I let you swallow my come.”
Jaejoong shivered, still contemplating his choices, but he still had a lingering headache and his stomach was empty. With a sigh, he said, “Dinner. Today was a shit-ass day and I think I had something to eat at eleven, maybe? God, why are they my best friends?”
Yunho pressed a longer kiss to his cheek. “Dinner it is. Are you going to allow me to cook?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Yes.”
He was a little disappointed when Yunho’s body heat moved away from him. He turned his head to watch his lover move into the kitchen. Yunho had already dressed down, out of one of his many fancy-shmancy big-time lawyer suits, and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. If Jaejoong had realized that, seen how the t-shirt showed off his muscles and curve of his body, he probably would have chosen sex.
With a sigh, he sat up and stretched and then stood. His body ached in the way that said he probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep on their leather couch. But warm food and, well, a hot Yunho would easily get rid of that ache. Not that he had to often, but Jaejoong was just as good as Junsu at pouting to get what he wanted, and after dinner, he wanted a massage.
“Do I have time to shower?” Jaejoong asked on his way to their bedroom.
“Yes. I’ll prep and cook slow.”
“Love you,” Jaejoong said.
“Love you.”
Jaejoong smiled. Probably the first real one he had of the day. God, his best friends were so stupid sometimes. But Yunho, his Yunho, was the best thing in his life. Always had been, ever since college and that fateful day in the library.
Jaejoong shivered. Even almost fifteen years later, thinking about that day had him throbbing with need. God, that had been hot.
Maybe he should have picked sex.
Well, it’s not like he wasn’t creative. He could make dinner sexy, and then maybe get himself some dessert.
He took a relatively short shower. Yes, a longer one would have relaxed him, but now that plans were formulating in his head, only sex and a relatively long, drawn out orgasm was going to relax him.
He moved to Yunho’s dresser full of toys. There was never enough space for all their toys. Yunho had mentioned just last week about moving into a larger place that would have a playroom. Jaejoong had mostly agreed. This condo was their home; their first big couple decision. It was hard to give it up when they were both so entwined with the space.
Still. A playroom could be wonderful.
Jaejoong’s collar sat prominently on the top of the toy dresser. He ran his finger around the worn leather and smiled. Yeah, he needed this. He hooked it around his neck, just so Master would understand that he wanted to play. He snagged a pair of simple clamps, a cockring, because being denied an orgasm was just as delicious as having one, and dressed only in a pair of boxerbriefs. He thought about a dildo or something inside him, but dismissed that because if he wanted something long and hard inside him, it was going to be Yunho. And besides, he never had enough patience to play with all the toys he wanted.
Jaejoong opened the second drawer and shut his eyes for a moment. How much did he need tonight? Did he need Yunho to make decisions for him? Did he need Yunho to do simple tasks for him? Or at least have Yunho tell him to do those simple tasks? It was always an alluring thought.
And after the mess of budget shit and the new Korean Entertainment laws regarding payments and investments, Jaejoong did not want to think anymore. To an extent. Yunho was very good at judging what he needed when Jaejoong was not exactly sure.
And after almost fifteen years, Jaejoong had never been disappointed.
With that in mind, he snagged his favorite length of red rope and headed back to the kitchen.
Yunho was at the stove when he entered, and Jaejoong put the toys on the table, gaining his attention.
An eyebrow went up. “I thought we were eating dinner.”
Jaejoong smiled, a little loopy, a bit of pleasure already leaking through his body. “We are, Master.”
Yunho crossed his arms, and Jaejoong bit back a moan. Shaking just a little bit. God, Yunho was sexy. They had stopped going to the gym at the same time because Jaejoong could not control himself in the locker rooms after their workouts. He almost got them banned twice.
The silence stretched a little longer, ratcheting up the anticipation.
Yunho tittered at him. “Fine, pet. Sit.” He pointed at a chair. “Shut your eyes, since you didn’t bring a blindfold. No peeking.”
Jaejoong shook a bit harder as he obeyed. The first thing Master touched were his nipples, not that he was completely surprised. Master liked to play with his nipples a lot. He pinched them, twisted them, pulling them taut, and then clamped them both. It was maybe a bit faster than normal, but they were on a bit of a time constraint.
The front of his boxers were pulled down, the band hooked under his balls. To his surprise, it wasn’t the cockring that was next, but the rope, wrapping around his balls and then around his thighs, and hips.
Jaejoong’s mouth opened with a silent gasp, dick throbbing. He followed the rope as best he could, and it probably took him too long to realize that Master was tying him to the chair. Firm, strong hands pulled his arms back, twisting the rope up and around his elbows. And then his nipples were tugged again. A pressure he didn’t understand until Master pulled on something and his nipples stretched.
Oh god. He’d tied the very ends of the rope to the nipple clamps.
Jaejoong shifted his arms in their bindings, and sure enough, the small movement yanked on his nipples.
And Master moved away.
Jaejoong whimpered and received a very light pat on his cheek and a soft command to be silent.
Fingertips trailed over his erection.
Jaejoong bit his lip hard but still ended up moaning, and got a firmer smack for his troubles.
“I’m surprised you haven’t already come, pet” Master said. “More often than not, you do when I’m tying you up. Your best friends must have seriously fucked with your head today.”
Jaejoong nodded, so careful to keep from making a noise.
“Well, that just means you’re not going to get to come for a while longer.” The very comforting pinch of a cock ring settled at the base of his dick, and this time Jaejoong did moan. He winced, expecting a smack to his cheek, but it didn’t come, not there. A sharp pain flared over his balls. Fuck. Master had flicked them.
“Wow, pet, you are just not good at keeping quiet today.”
Jaejoong pouted. He was never good at keeping quiet and Master knew that. And manipulated it into something sexy. As always.
“Stay still and silent. Be good.”
Jaejoong nodded again. He had not been given permission to open his eyes, so he didn’t. He tested the bindings, feeling the comforting stretch of rope diamonds on his stomach and harsher knots on his elbows and wrists. The movements tugged at his nipples and balls.
Jaejoong was hyper-aware of where Master was, moving through the kitchen, getting plates and silverware, back at the stove. And then the fridge. He came to the table, and the cold press of a bottle touched his shoulder and had Jaejoong yelping in surprise.
A smack to his face.
Jaejoong frowned. He wanted to protest, because that had been unexpected!
Master moved his chair, yanking it around, and all the ropes moved and the pain on his nipples flared for a moment.
Again, he moaned, and Master flicked his balls, hard enough that Jaejoong’s eyes watered.
“Open your mouth.”
Jaejoong did and then fought the urge to smile around food. Tofu, spicy and soft. He sucked on the chopsticks because he could. And then he was given vegetables and rice. A bit from a spoon instead to get the sauce. Just when he needed a drink, Master pressed the cold glass bottle against his lips and tipped it back. Soju. Yeah, Jaejoong needed that too. Just not as much.
This was exactly what he needed. Relaxed in a chair, ordered in certain ways, where he didn’t need to think. Something his Master just always understood.
“Pretty pet,” Master crooned at him and gave him a kiss. Short. Surprising, and one Jaejoong wasn’t able to return since he hadn’t seen it coming. After almost every bite, Jaejoong received a kiss or an endearment. It had his head spinning in pleasure and happiness.
Fingers trailed over his shoulders and then up into his hair. A soft scratch at his nape that had Jaejoong tilting his head back and practically purring. Lips touched his again and were there long enough to properly kiss back.
The soft touches move higher, threading through his hair, and Jaejoong tried to move his arms, to touch also, but couldn’t and tugged on his nipples for his effort.
Master chuckled. “Sometimes I think you move on purpose because you like pain so much.”
Jaejoong smiled in reply and was not disappointed when he received another kiss.
“Dessert?” Master murmured against his lips.
Jaejoong shivered and nodded.
Master moved, standing. He kept one hand in Jaejoong’s hair, fingers wrapped tight and then straddled his legs.
Jaejoong moaned, mouth open and trying to find his dick.
Master shushed him, pulling him away. “Be patient.”
Jaejoong pouted. Getting to suck on Master’s cock and patience did not go well together.
His hand moved from his hair to his mouth, fingers curling around his jaw and thumb pressing against his lips, opening him up.
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Shush, baby. I know what you want.”
Master always, always knew what he wanted.
The warm head of his dick pressed against his lower lip and Jaejoong tried to lunge for it. As expected, he received a sharp tug on his face and a quick smack to his other cheek.
“No. You wait for me. I know what you want.”
Controlled, denied touch, and teased? Yep, Master knew exactly what he wanted.
The soft head touched his lips again, and this time, Jaejoong did not move, perfectly controlled. All around his lips, just touching, pressed against his pout and then along his cheek. Master moaned and the trail of his dick was marked by the slick, tangy line of precome.
Jaejoong licked his lips with a sigh. God, that taste. He loved everything about how Master tasted.
But he did not move more than that. Body shaking as he tried to control himself.
The hand on his face tightened, forcing his mouth a bit wider. Jaejoong whimpered.
Master tittered at him in admonishment. “Everytime I tell you to be quiet, I expect that you will be, and then I’m disappointed.”
Jaejoong tried to frown, but couldn’t with how Master was holding his mouth open.
“Guess, I’ll just have to gag you with something and see if that works.” And his dick was in Jaejoong’s mouth, pushing back too far at once without Jaejoong expecting it. He gagged and took a heavy breath when Master pulled away for a moment. And then his cock was back, deep in his throat. Both hands went to his face, his hips thrusting firm and slow.
Jaejoong moaned, received a sharp tug on his hair, and then settled down.
It was like a light switch of sorts. His body just sagged into its bindings, his mouth and throat relaxed, and Master hummed in approval.
“Good boy,” he said and the touch to his cheek was a soft pat instead of a smack.
Jaejoong would have smiled if he didn’t have a thick dick thrusting into his mouth.
“God, your mouth, pet.”
His thrusts went stronger, pressing his dick almost too far into Jaejoong’s throat. But he had years of practice taking it. Years of love.
His eyes watered and without really thinking about it, he blinked, opened them, unable to focus though on his Master’s blurry image. When he shut them again, tears dripped down his cheeks. Master wiped them away, but knew they were not tears to stop. Instead, he sped up. His movements and moans echoed in the kitchen.
Time twisted his body, tightened his muscles, swam around him. Master’s thrusts were so steady, so controlled, that Jaejoong had no idea how long he sat there, how long he was used, how long until his jaw actually started aching. His dick was throbbing. Without that cockring, he probably would have come because he loved it so much when Master just used him.
“Mine,” Master suddenly growled, fingers tightening on his face. His thrusts sped up and hit deeper, making Jaejoong gag. The gag turned to a moan when Yunho suddenly pulled away. He did not have long to be disappointed before the first string of come was over his cheek. The next one flung up near his eye and then the head of Master’s cock was pressed against his lips before thrusting shallowly past his lips while he finished pumping his release into Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong moaned, sucking on the soft head, trying not to choke until he heard from somewhere around the fuzziness of his brain, “Swallow your dessert, pet.”
Sometimes Master liked to watch him dribble his release down his chin.
Jaejoong swallowed, pushing his head forward for more and moaning when Master allowed it. He stayed in Jaejoong’s mouth, thrusting into his throat.
Jaejoong felt him shaking and so wished he was able to grip the back of Master’s thighs while he rode out his pleasure. God, he loved Master’s thighs.
Master moved away from him, and Jaejoong frowned, trying to keep his dick in his mouth as long as possible. He tried to follow Master’s movements again but lost track of him when he left the kitchen.
Jaejoong whined.
“Patience, pet.”
Jaejoong huffed.
Master was not gone long, but he did not come close for a moment either.
Jaejoong fought back the urge to demand what he was doing.
After a few minutes, fingers wiped at his face and then pressed against his lips, and Jaejoong sucked them clean.
A soft touch under an eye had Jaejoong looking up, right into his Master’s handsome face.
“So good, pet. So good.”
Jaejoong smiled widely and nodded. “So good, Master.”
“Two choices. Come and watch a movie with me, where I may or may not allow you to rut out your orgasm on my thigh.”
Jaejoong shivered.
“Or we go to bed.”
Jaejoong moaned. Either choice meant he was going to get to come. But the first one would be longer and more drawn out.
“M-movie,” Jaejoong said.
“Good choice, pet. I’m going to untie you from this chair, but keep the ropes on you. You’re to get the dishes done and then come and join me on the couch.”
“Yes, Master.
Yunho smiled. He did as he said and then helped Jaejoong to his feet. He rubbed at Jaejoong’s shoulders for a moment, pressed a kiss to his lips, and then turned away and left the kitchen.
Jaejoong took their plates to the sink.
Yunho’s cell phone vibrated on the tabletop.
Jaejoong leaned over it and saw a notification for a text message from Yoochun. Curious, he swiped the phone active and saw that Yunho had taken a picture of him, tied to the chair, face covered in come. The message with it had been “Look at what you guys make me do, calm down my pretty pet after a horrible day at work.”
Yoochun’s reply was “So does that mean you want us to be more annoying and impossible ... or less?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against laughter. He glanced toward the living room, seeing the back of Yunho’s head and his strong arm where it lay on the back of the couch.
“More,” Jaejoong replied, complete with a couple of heart emojis. “Definitely more.”
.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: Hard R-NC-17ish
Disclaimer: Jaejoong isn't mine to tie up and play with. Only Yunho is lucky enough for that.
Summary: Because his best friends are stupid, Jaejoong puts on his collar and lets Master take care of him.
A/N: This is a slice-of-life continuation of The List because it had the same amount of votes as "A Knight of Fire" did on that continuation of YunJae post.
A/N2: Also, "never enough for all the toys" is from xtooline
Jaejoong stumbled into their condo with a massive migraine and an empty stomach. Yunho wasn’t home. It was dark, only the hallway light on to guide him into the main area. He forgot to take off his shoes at the door, kicked them off before he face-planted to the couch, and just lay there.
Why did he ever agree to be the financial consultant to Junsu’s production company?
Jaejoong did not realize that he’d fallen asleep until hands ran up the back of his legs and lips touched his neck. He moaned, shifting under Yunho’s weight.
“Hi, JaeBaby,” Yunho whispered, lips moving to his ear and then his cheek.
Jaejoong hummed, not really saying words, because the next words out of his mouth would decide if they were playing or not.
So he just let Yunho touch him, firm fingers on his lower back, lips against his skin.
“Why did I ever agree to be the financial consultant to Junsu’s production company?” Jaejoong asked a few minutes later.
Yunho laughed. “Because he knows how to pout and has puppy dog eyes?”
“Ugh, I hate all three of them. Ganging up on me.”
“You’re the only reason they’re still in business. They listen to you, even if it’s frustrating at times.”
“Hey, you give them legal advice.”
“Expensive legal advice.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Expensive. My sugar daddy.”
“Damn straight. Does my sugar baby want dinner, sex, or dessert?”
“Aren’t sex and dessert the same thing?”
Yunho chuckled. “Only if I let you swallow my come.”
Jaejoong shivered, still contemplating his choices, but he still had a lingering headache and his stomach was empty. With a sigh, he said, “Dinner. Today was a shit-ass day and I think I had something to eat at eleven, maybe? God, why are they my best friends?”
Yunho pressed a longer kiss to his cheek. “Dinner it is. Are you going to allow me to cook?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Yes.”
He was a little disappointed when Yunho’s body heat moved away from him. He turned his head to watch his lover move into the kitchen. Yunho had already dressed down, out of one of his many fancy-shmancy big-time lawyer suits, and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. If Jaejoong had realized that, seen how the t-shirt showed off his muscles and curve of his body, he probably would have chosen sex.
With a sigh, he sat up and stretched and then stood. His body ached in the way that said he probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep on their leather couch. But warm food and, well, a hot Yunho would easily get rid of that ache. Not that he had to often, but Jaejoong was just as good as Junsu at pouting to get what he wanted, and after dinner, he wanted a massage.
“Do I have time to shower?” Jaejoong asked on his way to their bedroom.
“Yes. I’ll prep and cook slow.”
“Love you,” Jaejoong said.
“Love you.”
Jaejoong smiled. Probably the first real one he had of the day. God, his best friends were so stupid sometimes. But Yunho, his Yunho, was the best thing in his life. Always had been, ever since college and that fateful day in the library.
Jaejoong shivered. Even almost fifteen years later, thinking about that day had him throbbing with need. God, that had been hot.
Maybe he should have picked sex.
Well, it’s not like he wasn’t creative. He could make dinner sexy, and then maybe get himself some dessert.
He took a relatively short shower. Yes, a longer one would have relaxed him, but now that plans were formulating in his head, only sex and a relatively long, drawn out orgasm was going to relax him.
He moved to Yunho’s dresser full of toys. There was never enough space for all their toys. Yunho had mentioned just last week about moving into a larger place that would have a playroom. Jaejoong had mostly agreed. This condo was their home; their first big couple decision. It was hard to give it up when they were both so entwined with the space.
Still. A playroom could be wonderful.
Jaejoong’s collar sat prominently on the top of the toy dresser. He ran his finger around the worn leather and smiled. Yeah, he needed this. He hooked it around his neck, just so Master would understand that he wanted to play. He snagged a pair of simple clamps, a cockring, because being denied an orgasm was just as delicious as having one, and dressed only in a pair of boxerbriefs. He thought about a dildo or something inside him, but dismissed that because if he wanted something long and hard inside him, it was going to be Yunho. And besides, he never had enough patience to play with all the toys he wanted.
Jaejoong opened the second drawer and shut his eyes for a moment. How much did he need tonight? Did he need Yunho to make decisions for him? Did he need Yunho to do simple tasks for him? Or at least have Yunho tell him to do those simple tasks? It was always an alluring thought.
And after the mess of budget shit and the new Korean Entertainment laws regarding payments and investments, Jaejoong did not want to think anymore. To an extent. Yunho was very good at judging what he needed when Jaejoong was not exactly sure.
And after almost fifteen years, Jaejoong had never been disappointed.
With that in mind, he snagged his favorite length of red rope and headed back to the kitchen.
Yunho was at the stove when he entered, and Jaejoong put the toys on the table, gaining his attention.
An eyebrow went up. “I thought we were eating dinner.”
Jaejoong smiled, a little loopy, a bit of pleasure already leaking through his body. “We are, Master.”
Yunho crossed his arms, and Jaejoong bit back a moan. Shaking just a little bit. God, Yunho was sexy. They had stopped going to the gym at the same time because Jaejoong could not control himself in the locker rooms after their workouts. He almost got them banned twice.
The silence stretched a little longer, ratcheting up the anticipation.
Yunho tittered at him. “Fine, pet. Sit.” He pointed at a chair. “Shut your eyes, since you didn’t bring a blindfold. No peeking.”
Jaejoong shook a bit harder as he obeyed. The first thing Master touched were his nipples, not that he was completely surprised. Master liked to play with his nipples a lot. He pinched them, twisted them, pulling them taut, and then clamped them both. It was maybe a bit faster than normal, but they were on a bit of a time constraint.
The front of his boxers were pulled down, the band hooked under his balls. To his surprise, it wasn’t the cockring that was next, but the rope, wrapping around his balls and then around his thighs, and hips.
Jaejoong’s mouth opened with a silent gasp, dick throbbing. He followed the rope as best he could, and it probably took him too long to realize that Master was tying him to the chair. Firm, strong hands pulled his arms back, twisting the rope up and around his elbows. And then his nipples were tugged again. A pressure he didn’t understand until Master pulled on something and his nipples stretched.
Oh god. He’d tied the very ends of the rope to the nipple clamps.
Jaejoong shifted his arms in their bindings, and sure enough, the small movement yanked on his nipples.
And Master moved away.
Jaejoong whimpered and received a very light pat on his cheek and a soft command to be silent.
Fingertips trailed over his erection.
Jaejoong bit his lip hard but still ended up moaning, and got a firmer smack for his troubles.
“I’m surprised you haven’t already come, pet” Master said. “More often than not, you do when I’m tying you up. Your best friends must have seriously fucked with your head today.”
Jaejoong nodded, so careful to keep from making a noise.
“Well, that just means you’re not going to get to come for a while longer.” The very comforting pinch of a cock ring settled at the base of his dick, and this time Jaejoong did moan. He winced, expecting a smack to his cheek, but it didn’t come, not there. A sharp pain flared over his balls. Fuck. Master had flicked them.
“Wow, pet, you are just not good at keeping quiet today.”
Jaejoong pouted. He was never good at keeping quiet and Master knew that. And manipulated it into something sexy. As always.
“Stay still and silent. Be good.”
Jaejoong nodded again. He had not been given permission to open his eyes, so he didn’t. He tested the bindings, feeling the comforting stretch of rope diamonds on his stomach and harsher knots on his elbows and wrists. The movements tugged at his nipples and balls.
Jaejoong was hyper-aware of where Master was, moving through the kitchen, getting plates and silverware, back at the stove. And then the fridge. He came to the table, and the cold press of a bottle touched his shoulder and had Jaejoong yelping in surprise.
A smack to his face.
Jaejoong frowned. He wanted to protest, because that had been unexpected!
Master moved his chair, yanking it around, and all the ropes moved and the pain on his nipples flared for a moment.
Again, he moaned, and Master flicked his balls, hard enough that Jaejoong’s eyes watered.
“Open your mouth.”
Jaejoong did and then fought the urge to smile around food. Tofu, spicy and soft. He sucked on the chopsticks because he could. And then he was given vegetables and rice. A bit from a spoon instead to get the sauce. Just when he needed a drink, Master pressed the cold glass bottle against his lips and tipped it back. Soju. Yeah, Jaejoong needed that too. Just not as much.
This was exactly what he needed. Relaxed in a chair, ordered in certain ways, where he didn’t need to think. Something his Master just always understood.
“Pretty pet,” Master crooned at him and gave him a kiss. Short. Surprising, and one Jaejoong wasn’t able to return since he hadn’t seen it coming. After almost every bite, Jaejoong received a kiss or an endearment. It had his head spinning in pleasure and happiness.
Fingers trailed over his shoulders and then up into his hair. A soft scratch at his nape that had Jaejoong tilting his head back and practically purring. Lips touched his again and were there long enough to properly kiss back.
The soft touches move higher, threading through his hair, and Jaejoong tried to move his arms, to touch also, but couldn’t and tugged on his nipples for his effort.
Master chuckled. “Sometimes I think you move on purpose because you like pain so much.”
Jaejoong smiled in reply and was not disappointed when he received another kiss.
“Dessert?” Master murmured against his lips.
Jaejoong shivered and nodded.
Master moved, standing. He kept one hand in Jaejoong’s hair, fingers wrapped tight and then straddled his legs.
Jaejoong moaned, mouth open and trying to find his dick.
Master shushed him, pulling him away. “Be patient.”
Jaejoong pouted. Getting to suck on Master’s cock and patience did not go well together.
His hand moved from his hair to his mouth, fingers curling around his jaw and thumb pressing against his lips, opening him up.
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Shush, baby. I know what you want.”
Master always, always knew what he wanted.
The warm head of his dick pressed against his lower lip and Jaejoong tried to lunge for it. As expected, he received a sharp tug on his face and a quick smack to his other cheek.
“No. You wait for me. I know what you want.”
Controlled, denied touch, and teased? Yep, Master knew exactly what he wanted.
The soft head touched his lips again, and this time, Jaejoong did not move, perfectly controlled. All around his lips, just touching, pressed against his pout and then along his cheek. Master moaned and the trail of his dick was marked by the slick, tangy line of precome.
Jaejoong licked his lips with a sigh. God, that taste. He loved everything about how Master tasted.
But he did not move more than that. Body shaking as he tried to control himself.
The hand on his face tightened, forcing his mouth a bit wider. Jaejoong whimpered.
Master tittered at him in admonishment. “Everytime I tell you to be quiet, I expect that you will be, and then I’m disappointed.”
Jaejoong tried to frown, but couldn’t with how Master was holding his mouth open.
“Guess, I’ll just have to gag you with something and see if that works.” And his dick was in Jaejoong’s mouth, pushing back too far at once without Jaejoong expecting it. He gagged and took a heavy breath when Master pulled away for a moment. And then his cock was back, deep in his throat. Both hands went to his face, his hips thrusting firm and slow.
Jaejoong moaned, received a sharp tug on his hair, and then settled down.
It was like a light switch of sorts. His body just sagged into its bindings, his mouth and throat relaxed, and Master hummed in approval.
“Good boy,” he said and the touch to his cheek was a soft pat instead of a smack.
Jaejoong would have smiled if he didn’t have a thick dick thrusting into his mouth.
“God, your mouth, pet.”
His thrusts went stronger, pressing his dick almost too far into Jaejoong’s throat. But he had years of practice taking it. Years of love.
His eyes watered and without really thinking about it, he blinked, opened them, unable to focus though on his Master’s blurry image. When he shut them again, tears dripped down his cheeks. Master wiped them away, but knew they were not tears to stop. Instead, he sped up. His movements and moans echoed in the kitchen.
Time twisted his body, tightened his muscles, swam around him. Master’s thrusts were so steady, so controlled, that Jaejoong had no idea how long he sat there, how long he was used, how long until his jaw actually started aching. His dick was throbbing. Without that cockring, he probably would have come because he loved it so much when Master just used him.
“Mine,” Master suddenly growled, fingers tightening on his face. His thrusts sped up and hit deeper, making Jaejoong gag. The gag turned to a moan when Yunho suddenly pulled away. He did not have long to be disappointed before the first string of come was over his cheek. The next one flung up near his eye and then the head of Master’s cock was pressed against his lips before thrusting shallowly past his lips while he finished pumping his release into Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong moaned, sucking on the soft head, trying not to choke until he heard from somewhere around the fuzziness of his brain, “Swallow your dessert, pet.”
Sometimes Master liked to watch him dribble his release down his chin.
Jaejoong swallowed, pushing his head forward for more and moaning when Master allowed it. He stayed in Jaejoong’s mouth, thrusting into his throat.
Jaejoong felt him shaking and so wished he was able to grip the back of Master’s thighs while he rode out his pleasure. God, he loved Master’s thighs.
Master moved away from him, and Jaejoong frowned, trying to keep his dick in his mouth as long as possible. He tried to follow Master’s movements again but lost track of him when he left the kitchen.
Jaejoong whined.
“Patience, pet.”
Jaejoong huffed.
Master was not gone long, but he did not come close for a moment either.
Jaejoong fought back the urge to demand what he was doing.
After a few minutes, fingers wiped at his face and then pressed against his lips, and Jaejoong sucked them clean.
A soft touch under an eye had Jaejoong looking up, right into his Master’s handsome face.
“So good, pet. So good.”
Jaejoong smiled widely and nodded. “So good, Master.”
“Two choices. Come and watch a movie with me, where I may or may not allow you to rut out your orgasm on my thigh.”
Jaejoong shivered.
“Or we go to bed.”
Jaejoong moaned. Either choice meant he was going to get to come. But the first one would be longer and more drawn out.
“M-movie,” Jaejoong said.
“Good choice, pet. I’m going to untie you from this chair, but keep the ropes on you. You’re to get the dishes done and then come and join me on the couch.”
“Yes, Master.
Yunho smiled. He did as he said and then helped Jaejoong to his feet. He rubbed at Jaejoong’s shoulders for a moment, pressed a kiss to his lips, and then turned away and left the kitchen.
Jaejoong took their plates to the sink.
Yunho’s cell phone vibrated on the tabletop.
Jaejoong leaned over it and saw a notification for a text message from Yoochun. Curious, he swiped the phone active and saw that Yunho had taken a picture of him, tied to the chair, face covered in come. The message with it had been “Look at what you guys make me do, calm down my pretty pet after a horrible day at work.”
Yoochun’s reply was “So does that mean you want us to be more annoying and impossible ... or less?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against laughter. He glanced toward the living room, seeing the back of Yunho’s head and his strong arm where it lay on the back of the couch.
“More,” Jaejoong replied, complete with a couple of heart emojis. “Definitely more.”
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