Soul Song 7/?
Title: Soul Song 7/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (side pairings: Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'd claim them as my soulmates, but that would make me a liar. They only belong to each other.
Summary: Jaejoong can't hear his soul song, not the way everyone is supposed to. He's given up on ever finding a soulmate. But he can't keep music completely out of his life, especially when Park Yoochun plays his way right into Jaejoong's heart.
A/N: A soulmate fic for everyone that reminded me that I hadn't written one and that I always meant to. Special shoutout to winged-kame for helping me with the idea/plotline.
Part 7:
Jaejoong cried for a long time. Relief, happiness, love.
Mostly relief.
When Yoochun played their soul song, even with chords, all he heard were F majors and not F majors. But together. When they played it together, he could hear it. And it was gorgeous and beautiful. A little lazy, but happy. Jazzy.
It was everything that Yoochun was. Sexy, too. There was one moment, between the F and the C that just felt like a sexy smirk.
And Yoochun told him that it was everything that he was too.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure about that. Maybe there was a reason that he was the harmony. The same notes. Sort of boring.
But of course, Yoochun wouldn’t hear that.
“Without you, I’m just an insignificant string of notes,” Yoochun said. “With you, I’m a song. We are a song. We are our song.”
It took a lot of kisses and a couple of cups of tea before Jaejoong finally calmed down.
And lots of smiles. Yoochun’s kisses.
Yoochun hummed their soul song. Over and over. And again, it was just those annoying not-F majors. Until Jaejoong hummed it with him. And then he heard the music. The notes.
“Why ... why can’t ... I don’t understand why I only hear it when we play it together,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t understand either. But--”
“Don’t say something corny again.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. “Shit. That’s all I’ve got. I’m so in love with you that corny is all I’ve got.”
Jaejoong laughed and curled more tightly around his body, lips against his shoulder. “Ass.”
“Offer?”
Jaejoong froze for a moment and then relaxed. “M-maybe.” He understood why soulmates were so eager to fuck after they found one another. It was more than physical. It was more than love. There was a connection, and sex was part of that connection.
Yoochun chuckled, fingers soft where they ran through Jaejoong’s hair. “I love you.”
And Jaejoong understood how soulmates could fall in love so fast. When someone just fit with you, just understood you, just completed you in a way that you never knew was missing. It was so easy to fall in love.
Jaejoong lifted his head, met Yoochun’s eyes, and smiled. “I love you.”
With an even bigger smile, one that broke into a started laugh of happiness, Yoochun leaned down and kissed him.
“So happy,” Yoochun muttered against his lips. “I’m so happy.”
“Me too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Their kisses turned heavy, deep and reaching, and Jaejoong realized he had his hands over Yoochun’s back, fingers digging into the muscles. One leg wrapped around Yoochun’s waist. Bodies pressed together.
Together. So close. Touching. Where did he end? Where did Yoochun start? Or did either of them end or start, or were they just ... them?
Together.
Jaejoong smiled, pulled Yoochun more tightly against him.
Love. Happiness. Lust.
It was all too much and not enough. If he’d only trusted Yoochun a bit more the last few days, they would have already done this, but that wasn’t fair to himself. He hadn’t been ready. But now, with their soul song echoing in his head, he was ready.
They were meant to be. They had to be. Jaejoong would not survive if it all ended up being an elaborate farce.
They were meant to be.
In every way possible. With every dream. With every heartbeat.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Yoochun murmured and then his mouth was against Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and biting his way to collarbones and chest. Jaejoong gripped his head, fingers sliding into hair, getting caught on the tie, but enough leverage to hold tight and whimper. Shake at the warm mouth on his nipple. Gasp at the firm touch on his hip. Moan at the steady roll against his body.
It was a song, a dance ... a melody and harmony ... in love.
Jaejoong cried a little.
“Baby,” Yoochun cooed and kissed his lips again.
Jaejoong grasped his hair and then his body, hands unsteady as he tried to touch more. Yoochun moaned, hips rolling against Jaejoong’s, erections pressed tight together.
Together.
“Love you, fuck, Yoochunnie,” Jaejoong gasped. “I love you.”
Yoochun smiled, thrusts against Jaejoong’s body a little more insistent, a little steadier.
Love, devotion, happiness. Was is possible to come from those things? Maybe. All Jaejoong knew is that these feelings, this need, this passion, was very different than any time he’d attempted to pleasure himself.
It was so good. Light, airy. Like wind blowing in the meadow. Music dancing upon the grass.
“I love you so much,” Yoochun gasped into his mouth.
Jaejoong nodded. Pleasure stealing his breath. Mouth open, gasping, body shaking. Everything peaked and twisted. He tore away from the kiss, curling up against Yoochun’s body, arms tight around his shoulders. Shuddering. Gasping. His vision blurred. His moan stuttered, cutting off with a high noise. He pressed his face to Yoochun’s neck, breathing him in, holding him too tight. Yoochun’s hand pressed against his back, a firm grip, holding him, supporting him. Another roll of his hips had Jaejoong muffling a cry, and the one after that had him coming, shivering through pleasure that was too much, too soon, too ... too perfect. The tension in his body suddenly relaxed, and he cried, gasping for breath.
Yoochun lowered him back to the bed, shushing him, whispering words of love and forever into his ear.
“I’ve got you, my love. You’re mine. All mine.”
Jaejoong clung to him and attempted to return the endearments, but he could not quite breathe yet.
Words turned to kisses, soft lips on his shoulder and cheek, then his lips. Soft. Sweet. Perfect brushes of lips and breath.
When Yoochun pulled away, Jaejoong smiled, eyes opening, meeting Yoochun’s gaze. His soulmate’s gaze. And Yoochun’s chest hitched, his lower lip was sucked into his mouth.
Concerned, Jaejoong lifted a shaking hand and touched his cheek.
Yoochun gripped his wrist and then turned his hand to kiss his palm. “Just ... the look on your face. Like ... like ...”
“You’re the most important, most precious, most amazing person on earth?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded, blinking back tears.
“Now, you know how I’ve felt for the last few days. I love you. I know you love me.”
Yoochun gathered him back close, arms around his back, lips together. The soft, comforting, adoring kisses returned to demanding, tongue reaching for souls, hands sliding on sweaty skin.
Yoochun pulled away, despite Jaejoong’s attempts to keep their lips together. Pulling away meant lifting just his upper body. His lower body stayed flush against Jaejoong’s, hips moving together.
Jaejoong moaned.
Smiling, Yoochun said, “Let’s go take a shower. There’s a mess in both of our boxers that must be dealt with.”
Jaejoong flushed red, causing Yoochun to laugh. But he was more embarrassed because he hadn’t even realized that Yoochun had come too. God. Their lips touched, and Yoochun pushed away.
Following Yoochun out of bed, Jaejoong made a face at the wet mess in his boxers. Yeah, a shower sounded great. Yoochun went right to the shower to start the water. Blushing to his toes, Jaejoong slipped the soiled boxers from his body.
Fingers danced on his back, up and down his tattoo, tracing flower stems and the curves of petals. “So glad I don’t need to explain the tattoo thrill to you,” Yoochun murmured with lips against Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Jaejoong bit his lip; he doubted Yoochun had the same reason for tattoos as he did. But of course he stiffened. Of course Yoochun noticed. He hummed, a question buried against Jaejoong’s skin.
Jaejoong swallowed. Yoochun was his soulmate. Yoochun would understand. He was supposed to tell his soulmate everything.
“It hurt,” Jaejoong whispered, wondering if he needed to elaborate. Yoochun’s hands went to his hips, slipping over his skins, fingertips soft against the bend of his hip, toward his cock. Jaejoong shivered.
“Just ... it hurt ... and I ... I ...” He didn’t want to say that he liked it, but it ... “It made sense. The pain made sense.”
Yoochun wrapped an arms around his middle, lips against his ear. “Does this make sense?” His fingers were so soft against his nipple.
Jaejoong moaned. “N-no.”
“Good,” Yoochun said with a chuckle and loosened his hold. He pushed Jaejoong toward the shower. The water was warm on his skin. His shower is not big enough for two people. Unless they were wrapped around each other, and Yoochun’s arms wrapped around his waist, lips against his shoulder again.
“Seriously, now,” Yoochun murmured. “Let’s move into a place that has a bigger shower.”
Jaejoong smiled, doing nothing more in reply than gripping his wrists for a moment.
Yoochun’s touch increased, firmer swipes along his stomach and thighs, cleaning up the mess on his skin. Jaejoong shivered when his arm brushed over his cock, hoping the heated water hid the blush in his cheeks. Yoochun started humming, not their soul song, but a soft slow tune that Jaejoong recognized. A popular ballad, maybe?
Jaejoong was super aware of Yoochun’s hands on his skin. Bare skin, pressed together, touching, cleaning. He used soapy hands and not Jaejoong’s loofa to clean his skin. A bit of a waste of soap, but one he did not much mind. He was still a bit on a pleasure-filled edge after his orgasm, and Yoochun’s soft touches kept his dick mostly hard, his skin shivering, his breath gasping. He moaned when fingers wiped up over his cock, and fought the urge to jerk back into the hand that swiped up his cleft.
As with everything else, Yoochun was perfect, did not mention it, did not laugh, did not tease. He washed and Jaejoong let him. He turned where Yoochun turned him, ducked under the water to rinse soap away.
When Yoochun decided they were both clean enough, Jaejoong was half turned on and half relaxed, a silly loopy smile on his face.
Yoochun crowded him against the cool tile wall and kissed him. “Gorgeous.”
Jaejoong nodded, hand settling around Yoochun’s hip. “You too,” he whispered, breaking off to gasp when Yoochun pressed their entire bodies together. They were so close to the same height, that everything down to their toes just aligned perfectly. Yoochun was hard against his hip, insistent with his kisses, but without the water running, the air was cold, and Jaejoong shivered.
“Back to bed,” Yoochun asked, lips brushing over Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “Dry off first.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled away.
It was difficult to dry himself off when he kept staring at Yoochun’s skin, at the way his hair lay in a thick, wet line down his back, the way his muscles shifted, the way his skin was rosy from the hot water. He somehow managed to get control of himself when Yoochun pulled his hair up.
The apartment was dark, the sun long gone, the only light from the few street lamps out Jaejoong’s only window. They did not tumble back into bed, but curled up into bed, Yoochun going first, turning on his side for Jaejoong to slip under the covers with him. It’d been almost embarrassing the first time when they wore boxers, and now it wasn’t even close to that, as they slid together naked. It was ... natural.
Easy.
Jaejoong smiled, foot sliding over Yoochun’s leg, their lips meeting. Yoochun moved over him, bodies pressed together. The insistent pleasure between them flared for a moment, and then tapered down when Jaejoong relaxed into the kiss. They could do nothing more than kiss for the rest of their lives and Jaejoong would be happy.
Well, maybe not. The orgasm had been wonderful.
Having Yoochun arched over him, one hand around his neck, the other sliding up and down his side, was even more wonderful.
“Kiss you forever,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to ... want to kiss all of you.”
Jaejoong figured that was Yoochun’s way of asking for permission to do more than kiss him but he was too tense, too turned on, too taut, to ask properly.
Jaejoong smiled. “All of me? Show me.”
Yoochun’s answering smile was blinding in the dark. He moved to the side, just enough to get his lips on Jaejoong’s neck, and then down his shoulder. Soft kisses, wet touches of a tongue, little sucks. The hand on his side moved to his stomach, up over his twitching muscles to his nipple. Fingers squeezed lightly, and Jaejoong’s body arched a bit with a moan.
Jaejoong wasn’t too sure how to ask for what he wanted either. There was too much skin, too much heat, too much love between them for him to even know the answer to that. And Jaejoong didn’t watch porn, he barely ever jerked off, he had no idea what needed to be done or had to be done. Just a vague idea of holes and lube.
Yoochun’s mouth closed around his pec muscle, sucking along the obvious curve before going lower, down his ribs, fingertips light on his stomach, making the tense muscles jerk. His chest rubbed against Jaejoong’s erection, and he groaned, lifting his hips up to slide against smooth skin.
Yoochun chuckled, tilting his head up, chin digging into his skin.
“Need ... you,” Jaejoong whispered, hoping Yoochun understood like he always did.
He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s sides, pulling another moan and causing another firm thrust against his body.
“Top or bottom?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong gasped and said, “What?”
With a smile, Yoochun said, “Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you? Top or bottom?”
Jaejoong froze, unsure. He’d never really thought about what he might prefer, though the few times he did jerk off in his life, he’d always pictured someone else doing things to him. Someone else touching him. Nothing in specifics, because he did not really know what to do, but who better to show him than his soulmate?
“We don’t have to do anything,” Yoochun said, kissing his side in reassurance, though that just made his cock throb a bit more. “Not if you aren’t ready for this.”
“I ... I am, I just ... don’t know ... don’t know what to do.”
Yoochun smiled. “How about I just go about what I usually do and you tell me to stop if you want me to stop?”
“Okay,” Jaejoong said, ignoring the pang from the word usually.
“I think the first thing I’m going to do is suck on your dick. That okay?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes. Yes. That’s ... fine.” He covered his face with his arm to hide his flaming cheeks.
Yoochun shifted down the bed, fingers suddenly light against his erection. He ran his fingertip down the length of it (though length was being generous, in Jaejoong’s thoughts) and then to the soft head. He hooked a finger around the crown and lifted it.
And then he licked the tip and Jaejoong moaned, butt lifting off the bed.
Yoochun settled an arm along his thigh, his other hand gripping Jaejoong’s balls with a firm squeeze that had him again rolling his hips up.
“Please, please.”
Yoochun licked at the head again, the sensitive touch making Jaejoong’s toes curl in the blanket, his muscles all along his stomach tighten. And then Yoochun sucked on it, mouth warm around the head, a light slide of his tongue and then further in his mouth. Jaejoong bit his arm against a loud cry, pushing Yoochun’s head away from the sensitivity.
“No?” Yoochun asked, his fingers in a light grip, stroking up and down.
Jaejoong gasped, head swimming because it had felt so amazing. He had no idea how to explain it.
“Yes,” he managed to say, still muffled over his arm. “Yes, more.”
Yoochun hummed in agreement, excitement, pleasure and went right back to his dick with his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned, trying so hard to not shove him away again. The world spun, the room twisted and expanded, and he was sure he wasn’t really breathing even though he heard something like deep breaths echoing around him. His own breaths. His own whimpers.
Yoochun took him deeper, until his nose was pressed to Jaejoong’s stomach, and then slid his mouth back up. He massaged Jaejoong’s balls, a single finger sliding along the sensitive curse of his ass, and Jaejoong moaned, knees lifting off the bed, spreading. Almost unconsciously, but it felt good. Every touch to skin, every swipe of hand on his thighs or ass.
It wasn’t long with his dick sliding in and out of Yoochun’s mouth before that building of pleasure had him shaking, crying out. It was still such a strange feeling. At least now Jaejoong knew what it was. He sort of tugged on Yoochun’s hair, unsure when exactly his hands hand buried themselves into the still-wet lengths, pulling and messing up the bun.
Yoochun did not seem to mind, and instead of pulling off Jaejoong’s dick, like Jaejoong was trying to get him to do, he settled both hands on Jaejoong’s hip bones and bobbed his head faster. Pinning him down, setting him free.
Jaejoong sagged back into the pillows, arms above his head. His back arched off the bed, his whimpers escalated to a scream in the same way that the pleasure escalated into an orgasm. His body shook as he emptied himself into Yoochun’s mouth, everything pulsing with his heartbeat.
Like music.
And he was crying again.
Though this time he totally blamed Yoochun because fuck, that had felt good.
Yoochun licked at his cock and then down to his balls, pulling one into his mouth. Jaejoong moaned from how sensitive that was and tried to shove him away with his knee. But Yoochun caught his leg with a laugh, and moved his mouth there, kissing and sucking and biting from his knee down his thigh. Jaejoong moaned, lifting it higher and settling his foot on Yoochun’s back.
“Okay?”
Jaejoong gasped in response.
Warmth spread up his body, Yoochun crawling over him. It was so easy, so natural to wrap his legs around Yoochun’s waist, accept the kiss he wanted, slide his hands down Yoochun’s back. So easy.
Everything up to this moment had been so difficult.
“Not often I make someone cry after an orgasm,” Yoochun murmured, “and now I’ve done it twice. Guess I am just as good as I always knew I was.”
“Shut up, Cassanova.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You sure you’re okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “So good.”
He was, until he felt Yoochun’s hard dick pressed against his body. “Do you ... do you want me to ... what ...” He slid his hand between them, and Yoochun lifted his hips enough for Jaejoong to wrap his fingers around Yoochun’s dick. He was shaking. He barely touched his own body let alone someone else’s.
Yoochun sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the weird jerks Jaejoong made with his hand. “Depends on you,” Yoochun said, hips jerking a bit. “This, a blowjob, inside you, hell, I don’t even care if you don’t want me to get off at all.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Nope. So which is it? If you think you can come again, I’d be more than happy to go down on you again, eat you out, fingerfuck you until you’re screaming. Fuck, something.”
It was a bit too overwhelming, and Jaejoong had no idea what half of what he said even meant. It was embarrassing, and he didn’t really want Yoochun to know that he was that clueless. “Aren’t you doing what you want until I tell you to stop?”
Yoochun shivered. “Yes. Good.” He was gone fast enough that Jaejoong’s hand was left in the air, fingers curled around nothing.
Yoochun pushed at his knees and then his hips, his grip firm on the muscles. Jaejoong wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he cooperated, spreading his legs, lifting them and then gripping behind his knees. He flushed at the image of what he must have looked like, spread open and eager for Yoochun.
Yoochun paused only for a moment to look and then he was between Jaejoong’s legs, nuzzling at the juncture of thigh and butt, licking, biting suddenly, sucking. Jaejoong tightened his grip on his knees, thankful for that small support. When Yoochun’s tongue slid up his cleft, soft and warm on his entrance, Jaejoong practically screamed.
Yoochun squeezed his butt and spread him open for a firm lick right up his cleft.
“Oh, god, fuck,” Jaejoong gasped. The sensations were about ten time more electric than the touch of Yoochun’s mouth on the tip of his dick.
Yoochun teased a little longer, bites to the shivering curves of his ass, soft touches of tongue to his clenching entrance.
Jaejoong dug his nails into his own skin. Once again his moans and whimpers echoed around them, breaking off to high whines when Yoochun actually pressed his tongue inside him. Brief touches on even more sensitive skin.
“Fuck, fuck, Yoochunnie, just ...”
His mouth moved up his thigh, pressing kisses to his skin, and then went to his balls. It was a slow form of torture as he made his way higher, licking at his dick, settling between his legs. But there was still something firm and slick against his body, pressing lightly, entering him.
Jaejoong whimpered, clenching tight against the intrusion that felt a little strange, but mostly insanely wonderful. His head was spinning. Or the room was. Something was spinning.
“Do you have lube?” Yoochun whispered, pressing ... a finger ... yeah, his finger a bit deeper.
Jaejoong winced at the sudden sting.
Yoochun pulled away and then fell over him, kissing his open mouth, sucking at his lower lip. Jaejoong let go of his legs and wrapped them around Yoochun’s waist again. His hard cock settled against Jaejoong’s ass, and he shivered. Mostly in anticipation.
“Lube?” Yoochun repeated into their next heavy kiss.
Jaejoong shook his head. He had no reason to buy any.
“Good thing I came prepared.”
“You mean Yunho brought some?”
Yoochun pouted at him. “I supply my own sex products, thank you very much.”
“Have a lot of sex, do you?”
Yoochun’s pout deepened, though this time it was less playful.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong muttered and looked away. “I shouldn’t be angry about that.”
“You have every right to be angry about that. Maybe if I spent less time in other people’s beds, I would have come into your music store sooner.”
Jaejoong bit his lip. “M-maybe. But ...”
“No one else but you, my love,” Yoochun assured him with a kiss to his neck. “Even without knowing we were soulmates, I was having a hard time not toppling you over a countertop and making whoever watches your CTV videos blush.”
Jaejoong flushed and moaned and tried to shove Yoochun away from him, which was pointless because he still had a firm grip around his hips.
Yoochun chuckled. “Let me up to get lube. My fingers won’t hurt at all with lube.”
“Kiss me first.”
Yoochun smile widened and he kissed him, soft and short. “I love you.”
Jaejoong throat tightened and he nodded. “Love you too.”
Yoochun kissed his nose of all things and then pulled away from him, Jaejoong loosening his legs to let him go. His hair was a mess, half falling down his back and half still wrapped in a bun. It blocked most of the tattoos on his shoulders. He went to a bag near the door, bending over to rummage through it, giving Jaejoong a shot of his ass.
“Skinny ass,” Jaejoong accidentally said out loud.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, shut up. I’d rather sit on it than exercise.”
“For as much as you sit on it, maybe you should get a bit more padding.”
He stood up straight and came back to the bed with a white bottle in his hands. “Or, you could just learn to admire what I have, just enough to hold on to while you’re fucking me.”
Jaejoong blushed. “B-but ... I thought ...”
Yoochun kissed him. “This time. Next time? Or maybe the third time, I want you inside me, Jaejoongie. I like sex both ways, and to be driven crazy with lust by my soulmate is the best sorts of fantasies come true.”
Jaejoong bit his lip.”Some promise,” he managed to say. “Crazy with lust? I hope you can deliver.”
“Baby, you are already halfway there.”
And wasn’t that the truth.
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay, fine. You win. Continue?” Shaking and a bit embarrassed, he lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees again.
Yoochun moaned, and his lips went right to Jaejoong’s thigh, sliding down in teasing bites until he was resituated between Jaejoong’s legs. He gripped Jaejoong’s ass again, licking up his cleft again, swiping tongue and then finger over his entrance.
Jaejoong wasn’t quite sure what to expect next, besides fingers. He did not expect it to feel so good because that was weird, fingers ... up there? But it was slick, like Yoochun said, it didn’t sting. He clamped down around Yoochun’s finger in surprise, gasping when Yoochun sucked on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Pushing in had felt intrusive, tight and uncomfortable where something like a finger should not have been. Sliding out felt relaxing, almost like relief. The two together, a constant cycle of tight and relaxing felt amazing. Orgasmic. He was hard on his stomach again, his dick jerking to the little touches of Yoochun’s finger inside him and to his mouth, sucking and biting up and down Jaejoong’s thighs.
He wondered if he was going to have hickys. He hoped he was going to have hickys.
Two fingers was tight, back to more uncomfortable than relaxing. Yoochun hummed at the harsh breath Jaejoong sucked in and added more lube. His fingers twisted and spread, still a slow drag in and out of his body. Tingels twisted up his spine and he saw stars for moment. It was getting harder to hold his legs up, his thighs tense, lower back aching a little.
Three fingers hurt. Just a little.
Just enough.
His cock throbbed as he gasped and Yoochun kissed up his balls again, over his erection. He sucked Jaejoong into his mouth, fingers pumping faster, twisting harder. His body was connected to them, the room spiraling in the same way that Yoochun moved. And then his mouth left and his fingers left, leaving Jaejoong panting and so close to orgasm.
He glared. “Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun laughed and crawled over him for a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Jaejoong shivered.
“You don’t like it, we stop, I promise.”
He hadn’t shivered in fear, but he wasn’t really sure how to explain how much he needed Yoochun. Yes, the orgasms were nice, but it was the physical effects of the sex that he needed, the hickys, the soreness, the tightness, so he knew that tomorrow it wasn’t all just a dream.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s body, shifting at the new angle that was better than holding himself. Yoochun settled on top of him, curled with an arm under his neck, the other on his side. Their kiss drifted to too long considering how eager they both were to be joined together. Neither actually minded.
“Well, Cassanova?” Jaejoong asked once the pleasure and lust had simmered down.
Yoochun smiled, touching his cheek softly. “I could do nothing but kiss you for the rest of our lives and be the happiest man in the world.”
Jaejoong flushed, trying to turn his head away. That he had the same thought earlier should not have surprised him. They were soulmates.
“Yes, okay, but let’s try sex first and see if we’d rather do that.”
Yoochun laughed. He shifted to his knees, reaching for the discarded white bottle. His erection had tapered off a bit, but was back to hard and bursting as he spread lube over himself. Jaejoong bit his lip as he watched. He could also just watch Yoochun touch himself for the rest of their lives. The slick fingers went back to his body and pressed deep.
Jaejoong moaned, twisting again for a better angle. One that had him seeing stars again, his mouth dropping open in a silent cry. He shook, pulsing a bit of release onto his stomach. He was still reveling in the tingles when the fingers left and the soft head of Yoochun’s dick swiped up over his cleft, teasing the whorled opening that clenched with every touch. He settled a hand on Jaejoong’s thigh, fingers tightening before he pushed forward. Jaejoong cried out at the first stretch, making Yoochun pull away and go back to teasing. Little dips into his body, sliding up over his skin. More lube dripped where they connected.
Yoochun waited until Jaejoong had relaxed before pushing in again, sliding a bit deeper. Jaejoong throat closed, cutting off a noise of ... want? Lust? He had no idea. Something. Yoochun did not retreat, but stayed sheathed inside him. His thrusts were short, pushing a bit deeper.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped, entire body tight. HIs fingers were digging into Yoochun’s arms. It definitely hurt. But it wasn’t a sharp pain like a tattoo needle. Or an emotional one like spending his entire life in despair. Just tight, uncomfortable, a weird combination of too much and not enough.
Yoochun fell over him, thrusts lengthening, and their mouths met in a wet kiss. Their bodies were pressed together, Yoochun inside him as far as he could go, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his back, keeping them pressed together as much as possible.
“Shit,” Yoochun gasped. “I’m not even going to last long enough for you to come again.”
“Sweet talker,” Jaejoong said, voice just as breathy.
Yoochun stuttered out a laugh, body shaking just as much as Jaejoong’s. He pushed back up, one hand on Jaejoong’s chest, the other went to his dick, curling around it and pumping in time to his thrusts. Jaejoong grabbed for his hand, entwining their fingers where they were pressed against his heart.
Jaejoong moaned, lifting his but to meet him, jerking his dick through Yoochun’s hand.
Again, the pleasureable tight and relax of pain was gone too soon and Yoochun stroked his own dick. Jaejoong watched, eyes mostly closed as his body relaxed, until Yoochun gasped, body shaking, and his dick pulsed, shooting his come up over Jaejoong’s chest and stomach. He leaned forward, mouth open in a moan, and then forced himself down, back between his legs. Before Jaejoong could protest, Yoochun’s fingers were inside him again, his mouth on his cock, sucking his soul out of his dick.
Jaejoong gasped, hands tangling in Yoochun’s messy hair. His hips found their movement again until he was fucking up into his mouth, grinding down on his fingers. The spinning came back, the tingles grew worse. Or better.
So good. So much better.
Crazy with lust.
Jaejoong sagged back into the bed as his orgasm hit. Yoochun’s mouth pulled away at the very last moment, and he pulsed his release onto his stomach. Not much of it, just enough to mix with Yoochun’s, joined even in their spunk. He smiled because that was a sappy and sort of gross thought.
“You need a shower again.”
“I need a kiss again,” Jaejoong said, not realizing his eyes were shut until Yoochun’s lips were there and he hadn’t seen the other coming up for his request.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, sliding to the side to really get their bodies entwined. And their come all over Yoochun.
“There,” Jaejoong said against his lips. “Now we both need a shower again.”
“In a minute. Let me kiss you.”
Jaejoong had no problems with that. There was a growing ache in his lower back, and the muscles on his thighs were tense, almost like they were cramping.
“Okay,” Jaejoong said, running his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek, pausing at the dimple. “Okay. I really want a bath. So let’s move.”
Yoochun’s smile was blinding.
“You have to pay the fee for breaking my lease,” Jaejoong said and tapped his nose.
“A small price to pay for having you in my life forever. Are we getting married?”
“Wow. That was a really lame proposal.”
Yoochun pouted. “You want me to propose?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Properly.”
“Right now?”
He shook his head. “When people ask me where we were when we decided to get married, I do not want to tell them in bed and covered in come!”
Yoochun laughed. “Oh, god. I do. That’s fucking awesome.”
“Shut up.”
Their lips touched again, smiles sort of ruining everything for a little while. Yoochun pressed his forehead to Jaejoong, sharing breaths, sharing their souls.
“Marry me?” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong shivered, chest tightening with love. But he pulled away and smacked Yoochun’s chest. “Park Yoochun, what did I just say?”
“I know, I know. But yes or no?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Maybe. Come on. Let’s shower. I’m going to be so tired for work tomorrow.”
Part 8: Capriccio
Part 6: Major Chords
Part 5: Andante
Part 4: Cross Rhythm
Part 3: Dissonance
Part 2: Peace and Harmony
Part 1: Sweet Melody
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (side pairings: Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'd claim them as my soulmates, but that would make me a liar. They only belong to each other.
Summary: Jaejoong can't hear his soul song, not the way everyone is supposed to. He's given up on ever finding a soulmate. But he can't keep music completely out of his life, especially when Park Yoochun plays his way right into Jaejoong's heart.
A/N: A soulmate fic for everyone that reminded me that I hadn't written one and that I always meant to. Special shoutout to winged-kame for helping me with the idea/plotline.
Part 7:
Jaejoong cried for a long time. Relief, happiness, love.
Mostly relief.
When Yoochun played their soul song, even with chords, all he heard were F majors and not F majors. But together. When they played it together, he could hear it. And it was gorgeous and beautiful. A little lazy, but happy. Jazzy.
It was everything that Yoochun was. Sexy, too. There was one moment, between the F and the C that just felt like a sexy smirk.
And Yoochun told him that it was everything that he was too.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure about that. Maybe there was a reason that he was the harmony. The same notes. Sort of boring.
But of course, Yoochun wouldn’t hear that.
“Without you, I’m just an insignificant string of notes,” Yoochun said. “With you, I’m a song. We are a song. We are our song.”
It took a lot of kisses and a couple of cups of tea before Jaejoong finally calmed down.
And lots of smiles. Yoochun’s kisses.
Yoochun hummed their soul song. Over and over. And again, it was just those annoying not-F majors. Until Jaejoong hummed it with him. And then he heard the music. The notes.
“Why ... why can’t ... I don’t understand why I only hear it when we play it together,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t understand either. But--”
“Don’t say something corny again.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. “Shit. That’s all I’ve got. I’m so in love with you that corny is all I’ve got.”
Jaejoong laughed and curled more tightly around his body, lips against his shoulder. “Ass.”
“Offer?”
Jaejoong froze for a moment and then relaxed. “M-maybe.” He understood why soulmates were so eager to fuck after they found one another. It was more than physical. It was more than love. There was a connection, and sex was part of that connection.
Yoochun chuckled, fingers soft where they ran through Jaejoong’s hair. “I love you.”
And Jaejoong understood how soulmates could fall in love so fast. When someone just fit with you, just understood you, just completed you in a way that you never knew was missing. It was so easy to fall in love.
Jaejoong lifted his head, met Yoochun’s eyes, and smiled. “I love you.”
With an even bigger smile, one that broke into a started laugh of happiness, Yoochun leaned down and kissed him.
“So happy,” Yoochun muttered against his lips. “I’m so happy.”
“Me too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Their kisses turned heavy, deep and reaching, and Jaejoong realized he had his hands over Yoochun’s back, fingers digging into the muscles. One leg wrapped around Yoochun’s waist. Bodies pressed together.
Together. So close. Touching. Where did he end? Where did Yoochun start? Or did either of them end or start, or were they just ... them?
Together.
Jaejoong smiled, pulled Yoochun more tightly against him.
Love. Happiness. Lust.
It was all too much and not enough. If he’d only trusted Yoochun a bit more the last few days, they would have already done this, but that wasn’t fair to himself. He hadn’t been ready. But now, with their soul song echoing in his head, he was ready.
They were meant to be. They had to be. Jaejoong would not survive if it all ended up being an elaborate farce.
They were meant to be.
In every way possible. With every dream. With every heartbeat.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Yoochun murmured and then his mouth was against Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and biting his way to collarbones and chest. Jaejoong gripped his head, fingers sliding into hair, getting caught on the tie, but enough leverage to hold tight and whimper. Shake at the warm mouth on his nipple. Gasp at the firm touch on his hip. Moan at the steady roll against his body.
It was a song, a dance ... a melody and harmony ... in love.
Jaejoong cried a little.
“Baby,” Yoochun cooed and kissed his lips again.
Jaejoong grasped his hair and then his body, hands unsteady as he tried to touch more. Yoochun moaned, hips rolling against Jaejoong’s, erections pressed tight together.
Together.
“Love you, fuck, Yoochunnie,” Jaejoong gasped. “I love you.”
Yoochun smiled, thrusts against Jaejoong’s body a little more insistent, a little steadier.
Love, devotion, happiness. Was is possible to come from those things? Maybe. All Jaejoong knew is that these feelings, this need, this passion, was very different than any time he’d attempted to pleasure himself.
It was so good. Light, airy. Like wind blowing in the meadow. Music dancing upon the grass.
“I love you so much,” Yoochun gasped into his mouth.
Jaejoong nodded. Pleasure stealing his breath. Mouth open, gasping, body shaking. Everything peaked and twisted. He tore away from the kiss, curling up against Yoochun’s body, arms tight around his shoulders. Shuddering. Gasping. His vision blurred. His moan stuttered, cutting off with a high noise. He pressed his face to Yoochun’s neck, breathing him in, holding him too tight. Yoochun’s hand pressed against his back, a firm grip, holding him, supporting him. Another roll of his hips had Jaejoong muffling a cry, and the one after that had him coming, shivering through pleasure that was too much, too soon, too ... too perfect. The tension in his body suddenly relaxed, and he cried, gasping for breath.
Yoochun lowered him back to the bed, shushing him, whispering words of love and forever into his ear.
“I’ve got you, my love. You’re mine. All mine.”
Jaejoong clung to him and attempted to return the endearments, but he could not quite breathe yet.
Words turned to kisses, soft lips on his shoulder and cheek, then his lips. Soft. Sweet. Perfect brushes of lips and breath.
When Yoochun pulled away, Jaejoong smiled, eyes opening, meeting Yoochun’s gaze. His soulmate’s gaze. And Yoochun’s chest hitched, his lower lip was sucked into his mouth.
Concerned, Jaejoong lifted a shaking hand and touched his cheek.
Yoochun gripped his wrist and then turned his hand to kiss his palm. “Just ... the look on your face. Like ... like ...”
“You’re the most important, most precious, most amazing person on earth?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun nodded, blinking back tears.
“Now, you know how I’ve felt for the last few days. I love you. I know you love me.”
Yoochun gathered him back close, arms around his back, lips together. The soft, comforting, adoring kisses returned to demanding, tongue reaching for souls, hands sliding on sweaty skin.
Yoochun pulled away, despite Jaejoong’s attempts to keep their lips together. Pulling away meant lifting just his upper body. His lower body stayed flush against Jaejoong’s, hips moving together.
Jaejoong moaned.
Smiling, Yoochun said, “Let’s go take a shower. There’s a mess in both of our boxers that must be dealt with.”
Jaejoong flushed red, causing Yoochun to laugh. But he was more embarrassed because he hadn’t even realized that Yoochun had come too. God. Their lips touched, and Yoochun pushed away.
Following Yoochun out of bed, Jaejoong made a face at the wet mess in his boxers. Yeah, a shower sounded great. Yoochun went right to the shower to start the water. Blushing to his toes, Jaejoong slipped the soiled boxers from his body.
Fingers danced on his back, up and down his tattoo, tracing flower stems and the curves of petals. “So glad I don’t need to explain the tattoo thrill to you,” Yoochun murmured with lips against Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Jaejoong bit his lip; he doubted Yoochun had the same reason for tattoos as he did. But of course he stiffened. Of course Yoochun noticed. He hummed, a question buried against Jaejoong’s skin.
Jaejoong swallowed. Yoochun was his soulmate. Yoochun would understand. He was supposed to tell his soulmate everything.
“It hurt,” Jaejoong whispered, wondering if he needed to elaborate. Yoochun’s hands went to his hips, slipping over his skins, fingertips soft against the bend of his hip, toward his cock. Jaejoong shivered.
“Just ... it hurt ... and I ... I ...” He didn’t want to say that he liked it, but it ... “It made sense. The pain made sense.”
Yoochun wrapped an arms around his middle, lips against his ear. “Does this make sense?” His fingers were so soft against his nipple.
Jaejoong moaned. “N-no.”
“Good,” Yoochun said with a chuckle and loosened his hold. He pushed Jaejoong toward the shower. The water was warm on his skin. His shower is not big enough for two people. Unless they were wrapped around each other, and Yoochun’s arms wrapped around his waist, lips against his shoulder again.
“Seriously, now,” Yoochun murmured. “Let’s move into a place that has a bigger shower.”
Jaejoong smiled, doing nothing more in reply than gripping his wrists for a moment.
Yoochun’s touch increased, firmer swipes along his stomach and thighs, cleaning up the mess on his skin. Jaejoong shivered when his arm brushed over his cock, hoping the heated water hid the blush in his cheeks. Yoochun started humming, not their soul song, but a soft slow tune that Jaejoong recognized. A popular ballad, maybe?
Jaejoong was super aware of Yoochun’s hands on his skin. Bare skin, pressed together, touching, cleaning. He used soapy hands and not Jaejoong’s loofa to clean his skin. A bit of a waste of soap, but one he did not much mind. He was still a bit on a pleasure-filled edge after his orgasm, and Yoochun’s soft touches kept his dick mostly hard, his skin shivering, his breath gasping. He moaned when fingers wiped up over his cock, and fought the urge to jerk back into the hand that swiped up his cleft.
As with everything else, Yoochun was perfect, did not mention it, did not laugh, did not tease. He washed and Jaejoong let him. He turned where Yoochun turned him, ducked under the water to rinse soap away.
When Yoochun decided they were both clean enough, Jaejoong was half turned on and half relaxed, a silly loopy smile on his face.
Yoochun crowded him against the cool tile wall and kissed him. “Gorgeous.”
Jaejoong nodded, hand settling around Yoochun’s hip. “You too,” he whispered, breaking off to gasp when Yoochun pressed their entire bodies together. They were so close to the same height, that everything down to their toes just aligned perfectly. Yoochun was hard against his hip, insistent with his kisses, but without the water running, the air was cold, and Jaejoong shivered.
“Back to bed,” Yoochun asked, lips brushing over Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “Dry off first.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled away.
It was difficult to dry himself off when he kept staring at Yoochun’s skin, at the way his hair lay in a thick, wet line down his back, the way his muscles shifted, the way his skin was rosy from the hot water. He somehow managed to get control of himself when Yoochun pulled his hair up.
The apartment was dark, the sun long gone, the only light from the few street lamps out Jaejoong’s only window. They did not tumble back into bed, but curled up into bed, Yoochun going first, turning on his side for Jaejoong to slip under the covers with him. It’d been almost embarrassing the first time when they wore boxers, and now it wasn’t even close to that, as they slid together naked. It was ... natural.
Easy.
Jaejoong smiled, foot sliding over Yoochun’s leg, their lips meeting. Yoochun moved over him, bodies pressed together. The insistent pleasure between them flared for a moment, and then tapered down when Jaejoong relaxed into the kiss. They could do nothing more than kiss for the rest of their lives and Jaejoong would be happy.
Well, maybe not. The orgasm had been wonderful.
Having Yoochun arched over him, one hand around his neck, the other sliding up and down his side, was even more wonderful.
“Kiss you forever,” Yoochun whispered. “Want to ... want to kiss all of you.”
Jaejoong figured that was Yoochun’s way of asking for permission to do more than kiss him but he was too tense, too turned on, too taut, to ask properly.
Jaejoong smiled. “All of me? Show me.”
Yoochun’s answering smile was blinding in the dark. He moved to the side, just enough to get his lips on Jaejoong’s neck, and then down his shoulder. Soft kisses, wet touches of a tongue, little sucks. The hand on his side moved to his stomach, up over his twitching muscles to his nipple. Fingers squeezed lightly, and Jaejoong’s body arched a bit with a moan.
Jaejoong wasn’t too sure how to ask for what he wanted either. There was too much skin, too much heat, too much love between them for him to even know the answer to that. And Jaejoong didn’t watch porn, he barely ever jerked off, he had no idea what needed to be done or had to be done. Just a vague idea of holes and lube.
Yoochun’s mouth closed around his pec muscle, sucking along the obvious curve before going lower, down his ribs, fingertips light on his stomach, making the tense muscles jerk. His chest rubbed against Jaejoong’s erection, and he groaned, lifting his hips up to slide against smooth skin.
Yoochun chuckled, tilting his head up, chin digging into his skin.
“Need ... you,” Jaejoong whispered, hoping Yoochun understood like he always did.
He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s sides, pulling another moan and causing another firm thrust against his body.
“Top or bottom?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong gasped and said, “What?”
With a smile, Yoochun said, “Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you? Top or bottom?”
Jaejoong froze, unsure. He’d never really thought about what he might prefer, though the few times he did jerk off in his life, he’d always pictured someone else doing things to him. Someone else touching him. Nothing in specifics, because he did not really know what to do, but who better to show him than his soulmate?
“We don’t have to do anything,” Yoochun said, kissing his side in reassurance, though that just made his cock throb a bit more. “Not if you aren’t ready for this.”
“I ... I am, I just ... don’t know ... don’t know what to do.”
Yoochun smiled. “How about I just go about what I usually do and you tell me to stop if you want me to stop?”
“Okay,” Jaejoong said, ignoring the pang from the word usually.
“I think the first thing I’m going to do is suck on your dick. That okay?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes. Yes. That’s ... fine.” He covered his face with his arm to hide his flaming cheeks.
Yoochun shifted down the bed, fingers suddenly light against his erection. He ran his fingertip down the length of it (though length was being generous, in Jaejoong’s thoughts) and then to the soft head. He hooked a finger around the crown and lifted it.
And then he licked the tip and Jaejoong moaned, butt lifting off the bed.
Yoochun settled an arm along his thigh, his other hand gripping Jaejoong’s balls with a firm squeeze that had him again rolling his hips up.
“Please, please.”
Yoochun licked at the head again, the sensitive touch making Jaejoong’s toes curl in the blanket, his muscles all along his stomach tighten. And then Yoochun sucked on it, mouth warm around the head, a light slide of his tongue and then further in his mouth. Jaejoong bit his arm against a loud cry, pushing Yoochun’s head away from the sensitivity.
“No?” Yoochun asked, his fingers in a light grip, stroking up and down.
Jaejoong gasped, head swimming because it had felt so amazing. He had no idea how to explain it.
“Yes,” he managed to say, still muffled over his arm. “Yes, more.”
Yoochun hummed in agreement, excitement, pleasure and went right back to his dick with his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned, trying so hard to not shove him away again. The world spun, the room twisted and expanded, and he was sure he wasn’t really breathing even though he heard something like deep breaths echoing around him. His own breaths. His own whimpers.
Yoochun took him deeper, until his nose was pressed to Jaejoong’s stomach, and then slid his mouth back up. He massaged Jaejoong’s balls, a single finger sliding along the sensitive curse of his ass, and Jaejoong moaned, knees lifting off the bed, spreading. Almost unconsciously, but it felt good. Every touch to skin, every swipe of hand on his thighs or ass.
It wasn’t long with his dick sliding in and out of Yoochun’s mouth before that building of pleasure had him shaking, crying out. It was still such a strange feeling. At least now Jaejoong knew what it was. He sort of tugged on Yoochun’s hair, unsure when exactly his hands hand buried themselves into the still-wet lengths, pulling and messing up the bun.
Yoochun did not seem to mind, and instead of pulling off Jaejoong’s dick, like Jaejoong was trying to get him to do, he settled both hands on Jaejoong’s hip bones and bobbed his head faster. Pinning him down, setting him free.
Jaejoong sagged back into the pillows, arms above his head. His back arched off the bed, his whimpers escalated to a scream in the same way that the pleasure escalated into an orgasm. His body shook as he emptied himself into Yoochun’s mouth, everything pulsing with his heartbeat.
Like music.
And he was crying again.
Though this time he totally blamed Yoochun because fuck, that had felt good.
Yoochun licked at his cock and then down to his balls, pulling one into his mouth. Jaejoong moaned from how sensitive that was and tried to shove him away with his knee. But Yoochun caught his leg with a laugh, and moved his mouth there, kissing and sucking and biting from his knee down his thigh. Jaejoong moaned, lifting it higher and settling his foot on Yoochun’s back.
“Okay?”
Jaejoong gasped in response.
Warmth spread up his body, Yoochun crawling over him. It was so easy, so natural to wrap his legs around Yoochun’s waist, accept the kiss he wanted, slide his hands down Yoochun’s back. So easy.
Everything up to this moment had been so difficult.
“Not often I make someone cry after an orgasm,” Yoochun murmured, “and now I’ve done it twice. Guess I am just as good as I always knew I was.”
“Shut up, Cassanova.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You sure you’re okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “So good.”
He was, until he felt Yoochun’s hard dick pressed against his body. “Do you ... do you want me to ... what ...” He slid his hand between them, and Yoochun lifted his hips enough for Jaejoong to wrap his fingers around Yoochun’s dick. He was shaking. He barely touched his own body let alone someone else’s.
Yoochun sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the weird jerks Jaejoong made with his hand. “Depends on you,” Yoochun said, hips jerking a bit. “This, a blowjob, inside you, hell, I don’t even care if you don’t want me to get off at all.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Nope. So which is it? If you think you can come again, I’d be more than happy to go down on you again, eat you out, fingerfuck you until you’re screaming. Fuck, something.”
It was a bit too overwhelming, and Jaejoong had no idea what half of what he said even meant. It was embarrassing, and he didn’t really want Yoochun to know that he was that clueless. “Aren’t you doing what you want until I tell you to stop?”
Yoochun shivered. “Yes. Good.” He was gone fast enough that Jaejoong’s hand was left in the air, fingers curled around nothing.
Yoochun pushed at his knees and then his hips, his grip firm on the muscles. Jaejoong wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he cooperated, spreading his legs, lifting them and then gripping behind his knees. He flushed at the image of what he must have looked like, spread open and eager for Yoochun.
Yoochun paused only for a moment to look and then he was between Jaejoong’s legs, nuzzling at the juncture of thigh and butt, licking, biting suddenly, sucking. Jaejoong tightened his grip on his knees, thankful for that small support. When Yoochun’s tongue slid up his cleft, soft and warm on his entrance, Jaejoong practically screamed.
Yoochun squeezed his butt and spread him open for a firm lick right up his cleft.
“Oh, god, fuck,” Jaejoong gasped. The sensations were about ten time more electric than the touch of Yoochun’s mouth on the tip of his dick.
Yoochun teased a little longer, bites to the shivering curves of his ass, soft touches of tongue to his clenching entrance.
Jaejoong dug his nails into his own skin. Once again his moans and whimpers echoed around them, breaking off to high whines when Yoochun actually pressed his tongue inside him. Brief touches on even more sensitive skin.
“Fuck, fuck, Yoochunnie, just ...”
His mouth moved up his thigh, pressing kisses to his skin, and then went to his balls. It was a slow form of torture as he made his way higher, licking at his dick, settling between his legs. But there was still something firm and slick against his body, pressing lightly, entering him.
Jaejoong whimpered, clenching tight against the intrusion that felt a little strange, but mostly insanely wonderful. His head was spinning. Or the room was. Something was spinning.
“Do you have lube?” Yoochun whispered, pressing ... a finger ... yeah, his finger a bit deeper.
Jaejoong winced at the sudden sting.
Yoochun pulled away and then fell over him, kissing his open mouth, sucking at his lower lip. Jaejoong let go of his legs and wrapped them around Yoochun’s waist again. His hard cock settled against Jaejoong’s ass, and he shivered. Mostly in anticipation.
“Lube?” Yoochun repeated into their next heavy kiss.
Jaejoong shook his head. He had no reason to buy any.
“Good thing I came prepared.”
“You mean Yunho brought some?”
Yoochun pouted at him. “I supply my own sex products, thank you very much.”
“Have a lot of sex, do you?”
Yoochun’s pout deepened, though this time it was less playful.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong muttered and looked away. “I shouldn’t be angry about that.”
“You have every right to be angry about that. Maybe if I spent less time in other people’s beds, I would have come into your music store sooner.”
Jaejoong bit his lip. “M-maybe. But ...”
“No one else but you, my love,” Yoochun assured him with a kiss to his neck. “Even without knowing we were soulmates, I was having a hard time not toppling you over a countertop and making whoever watches your CTV videos blush.”
Jaejoong flushed and moaned and tried to shove Yoochun away from him, which was pointless because he still had a firm grip around his hips.
Yoochun chuckled. “Let me up to get lube. My fingers won’t hurt at all with lube.”
“Kiss me first.”
Yoochun smile widened and he kissed him, soft and short. “I love you.”
Jaejoong throat tightened and he nodded. “Love you too.”
Yoochun kissed his nose of all things and then pulled away from him, Jaejoong loosening his legs to let him go. His hair was a mess, half falling down his back and half still wrapped in a bun. It blocked most of the tattoos on his shoulders. He went to a bag near the door, bending over to rummage through it, giving Jaejoong a shot of his ass.
“Skinny ass,” Jaejoong accidentally said out loud.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, shut up. I’d rather sit on it than exercise.”
“For as much as you sit on it, maybe you should get a bit more padding.”
He stood up straight and came back to the bed with a white bottle in his hands. “Or, you could just learn to admire what I have, just enough to hold on to while you’re fucking me.”
Jaejoong blushed. “B-but ... I thought ...”
Yoochun kissed him. “This time. Next time? Or maybe the third time, I want you inside me, Jaejoongie. I like sex both ways, and to be driven crazy with lust by my soulmate is the best sorts of fantasies come true.”
Jaejoong bit his lip.”Some promise,” he managed to say. “Crazy with lust? I hope you can deliver.”
“Baby, you are already halfway there.”
And wasn’t that the truth.
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay, fine. You win. Continue?” Shaking and a bit embarrassed, he lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees again.
Yoochun moaned, and his lips went right to Jaejoong’s thigh, sliding down in teasing bites until he was resituated between Jaejoong’s legs. He gripped Jaejoong’s ass again, licking up his cleft again, swiping tongue and then finger over his entrance.
Jaejoong wasn’t quite sure what to expect next, besides fingers. He did not expect it to feel so good because that was weird, fingers ... up there? But it was slick, like Yoochun said, it didn’t sting. He clamped down around Yoochun’s finger in surprise, gasping when Yoochun sucked on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Pushing in had felt intrusive, tight and uncomfortable where something like a finger should not have been. Sliding out felt relaxing, almost like relief. The two together, a constant cycle of tight and relaxing felt amazing. Orgasmic. He was hard on his stomach again, his dick jerking to the little touches of Yoochun’s finger inside him and to his mouth, sucking and biting up and down Jaejoong’s thighs.
He wondered if he was going to have hickys. He hoped he was going to have hickys.
Two fingers was tight, back to more uncomfortable than relaxing. Yoochun hummed at the harsh breath Jaejoong sucked in and added more lube. His fingers twisted and spread, still a slow drag in and out of his body. Tingels twisted up his spine and he saw stars for moment. It was getting harder to hold his legs up, his thighs tense, lower back aching a little.
Three fingers hurt. Just a little.
Just enough.
His cock throbbed as he gasped and Yoochun kissed up his balls again, over his erection. He sucked Jaejoong into his mouth, fingers pumping faster, twisting harder. His body was connected to them, the room spiraling in the same way that Yoochun moved. And then his mouth left and his fingers left, leaving Jaejoong panting and so close to orgasm.
He glared. “Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun laughed and crawled over him for a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Jaejoong shivered.
“You don’t like it, we stop, I promise.”
He hadn’t shivered in fear, but he wasn’t really sure how to explain how much he needed Yoochun. Yes, the orgasms were nice, but it was the physical effects of the sex that he needed, the hickys, the soreness, the tightness, so he knew that tomorrow it wasn’t all just a dream.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s body, shifting at the new angle that was better than holding himself. Yoochun settled on top of him, curled with an arm under his neck, the other on his side. Their kiss drifted to too long considering how eager they both were to be joined together. Neither actually minded.
“Well, Cassanova?” Jaejoong asked once the pleasure and lust had simmered down.
Yoochun smiled, touching his cheek softly. “I could do nothing but kiss you for the rest of our lives and be the happiest man in the world.”
Jaejoong flushed, trying to turn his head away. That he had the same thought earlier should not have surprised him. They were soulmates.
“Yes, okay, but let’s try sex first and see if we’d rather do that.”
Yoochun laughed. He shifted to his knees, reaching for the discarded white bottle. His erection had tapered off a bit, but was back to hard and bursting as he spread lube over himself. Jaejoong bit his lip as he watched. He could also just watch Yoochun touch himself for the rest of their lives. The slick fingers went back to his body and pressed deep.
Jaejoong moaned, twisting again for a better angle. One that had him seeing stars again, his mouth dropping open in a silent cry. He shook, pulsing a bit of release onto his stomach. He was still reveling in the tingles when the fingers left and the soft head of Yoochun’s dick swiped up over his cleft, teasing the whorled opening that clenched with every touch. He settled a hand on Jaejoong’s thigh, fingers tightening before he pushed forward. Jaejoong cried out at the first stretch, making Yoochun pull away and go back to teasing. Little dips into his body, sliding up over his skin. More lube dripped where they connected.
Yoochun waited until Jaejoong had relaxed before pushing in again, sliding a bit deeper. Jaejoong throat closed, cutting off a noise of ... want? Lust? He had no idea. Something. Yoochun did not retreat, but stayed sheathed inside him. His thrusts were short, pushing a bit deeper.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped, entire body tight. HIs fingers were digging into Yoochun’s arms. It definitely hurt. But it wasn’t a sharp pain like a tattoo needle. Or an emotional one like spending his entire life in despair. Just tight, uncomfortable, a weird combination of too much and not enough.
Yoochun fell over him, thrusts lengthening, and their mouths met in a wet kiss. Their bodies were pressed together, Yoochun inside him as far as he could go, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his back, keeping them pressed together as much as possible.
“Shit,” Yoochun gasped. “I’m not even going to last long enough for you to come again.”
“Sweet talker,” Jaejoong said, voice just as breathy.
Yoochun stuttered out a laugh, body shaking just as much as Jaejoong’s. He pushed back up, one hand on Jaejoong’s chest, the other went to his dick, curling around it and pumping in time to his thrusts. Jaejoong grabbed for his hand, entwining their fingers where they were pressed against his heart.
Jaejoong moaned, lifting his but to meet him, jerking his dick through Yoochun’s hand.
Again, the pleasureable tight and relax of pain was gone too soon and Yoochun stroked his own dick. Jaejoong watched, eyes mostly closed as his body relaxed, until Yoochun gasped, body shaking, and his dick pulsed, shooting his come up over Jaejoong’s chest and stomach. He leaned forward, mouth open in a moan, and then forced himself down, back between his legs. Before Jaejoong could protest, Yoochun’s fingers were inside him again, his mouth on his cock, sucking his soul out of his dick.
Jaejoong gasped, hands tangling in Yoochun’s messy hair. His hips found their movement again until he was fucking up into his mouth, grinding down on his fingers. The spinning came back, the tingles grew worse. Or better.
So good. So much better.
Crazy with lust.
Jaejoong sagged back into the bed as his orgasm hit. Yoochun’s mouth pulled away at the very last moment, and he pulsed his release onto his stomach. Not much of it, just enough to mix with Yoochun’s, joined even in their spunk. He smiled because that was a sappy and sort of gross thought.
“You need a shower again.”
“I need a kiss again,” Jaejoong said, not realizing his eyes were shut until Yoochun’s lips were there and he hadn’t seen the other coming up for his request.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, sliding to the side to really get their bodies entwined. And their come all over Yoochun.
“There,” Jaejoong said against his lips. “Now we both need a shower again.”
“In a minute. Let me kiss you.”
Jaejoong had no problems with that. There was a growing ache in his lower back, and the muscles on his thighs were tense, almost like they were cramping.
“Okay,” Jaejoong said, running his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek, pausing at the dimple. “Okay. I really want a bath. So let’s move.”
Yoochun’s smile was blinding.
“You have to pay the fee for breaking my lease,” Jaejoong said and tapped his nose.
“A small price to pay for having you in my life forever. Are we getting married?”
“Wow. That was a really lame proposal.”
Yoochun pouted. “You want me to propose?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Properly.”
“Right now?”
He shook his head. “When people ask me where we were when we decided to get married, I do not want to tell them in bed and covered in come!”
Yoochun laughed. “Oh, god. I do. That’s fucking awesome.”
“Shut up.”
Their lips touched again, smiles sort of ruining everything for a little while. Yoochun pressed his forehead to Jaejoong, sharing breaths, sharing their souls.
“Marry me?” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong shivered, chest tightening with love. But he pulled away and smacked Yoochun’s chest. “Park Yoochun, what did I just say?”
“I know, I know. But yes or no?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Maybe. Come on. Let’s shower. I’m going to be so tired for work tomorrow.”
Part 8: Capriccio
Part 6: Major Chords
Part 5: Andante
Part 4: Cross Rhythm
Part 3: Dissonance
Part 2: Peace and Harmony
Part 1: Sweet Melody
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