Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 8/9
Title: Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 8/9
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is not any longer than it was before, I just noticed that I had 2 parts labeled "part 7" so there are actually 9 parts.
Part 8: Flashy-Thing Memory-Messer-Upper
Yunho loved to kiss him, and Jaejoong did not mind at all. It prolonged the amount of time it took for Jaejoong calm down, and that was also made worse by Yunho pressing him into the bed, rolling his hips and pressing that huge erection against his stomach and thighs. Their moans were almost in tandem, and their lips and tongues were so in sync that Jaejoong’s head felt too light and his skin was still on fire. It made him feel like this was not the first time Yunho had pressed him into a bed before.
Jaejoong did not stop his hands from sliding all over Yunho’s strong back, or down to his ass, gripping and grinding up as forcefully as he could. His body was thrumming with need, and his tight entrance clamping down around nothing, and that just would not do. He needed to be fucked. Now.
Jaejoong refused to release Yunho’s lips as he asked, “Do I get to play with you now?”
Yunho shivered and shook his head. “Later. I want ... I want to be inside you first, and I ... please, just ...”
Jaejoong pouted and said, “Fine, but one day, I want to see how far I can shove that cock of yours into my throat.”
“It will fit much nicer in your ass.”
Jaejoong moaned. “God, please, please.”
“Which position would you prefer? I do not wish to hurt you.”
“With that dick, I hope you do. Hell.”
Yunho smiled. “Let me prep you some more. Please.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Cocky jerk. Fine. But if you make me come again before your dick is inside me, I’m going to be mad.”
Yunho smiled and slid down his body, tongue and lips pausing to press kisses and leave wetness down to his erection. “Maybe just a little more.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “With that dick? Maybe just a lot more.”
Yunho laughed. “I am very glad you appreciate the size of my dick. Do you mind if I put it to use so I make sure you never want me to leave again?”
Jaejoong smiled and slid his hands through Yunho’s hair. “The dick is just a bonus, you know?”
Yunho smiled and kissed Jaejoong dick, smiling softly when it jerked against his lips. “Yes, I know.”
Yunho cupped his dick and licked around it, around the base, and then down to his balls.
Jaejoong moaned and lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees. With eyes mostly shut, he watched as Yunho poured lubed right onto his body and then his fingers. Three of them went inside Jaejoong and he moaned louder, clamping down around them. His eyes shut as Yunho pumped them in and out of his body, twisting and spreading them. Without pausing, another finger entered him, and Jaejoong forced his eyes open to confirm that it was a finger from his other hand. Four fingers, and then five.
Jaejoong gasped at the stretch, at the firm fleeting touches on his prostate. His cock was hard again, and he kept his hands on his knees to stop himself from stroking off.
When the fingers left him, Jaejoong whined in disappointment.
Yunho’s tongue ran around the stretched rim, and Jaejoong whimpered. He probably cursed too. Fuck.
“Watch me,” Yunho whispered and the bed moved.
Jaejoong opened his eyes with difficulty, and watched as Yunho peeled the boxers off his body, lifting the band over the top of his dick.
“Fuck. That ... might not ... fit.” He was thick too, and veiny, and the head was just perfectly balanced to the rest of it. Jaejoong wanted to suck on him so badly.
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, it will. It’s only twenty-five centimeters.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Fucking hell. Please, just ... just in my mouth, for a moment.”
Yunho smiled and moved to the side of the bed. He kneeled close enough to Jaejoong’s head. Shaking, Jaejoong reached for him, curling his thumb and forefinger just under the head. His fingers touched, but barely. He yanked, whimpering, and Yunho shuffled closer. Jaejoong pulled too, and then he moaned long and loud when he got his mouth around the shaft. He moved, shifting up and letting go of his own knees. His dick was warm. Full of that heady, heavy warm scent of almost roses. Not sweat, even though they’d spend the day walking around the farm and working on his land. It was so addicting.
Jaejoong gasped and opened his mouth around the head, sucking enough to get Yunho to shiver and then bobbed his head. He gagged trying to take too much and then had his hand on the shaft, pulling it back for a better angle. He tried again, moaning constantly because he tasted too good and it felt so good in his mouth. He had no idea how much he was taking and didn’t care, letting himself try for too much. His other hand cupped Yunho’s balls, and Jaejoong got his first noise louder than a whimper, and he smirked and tugged a bit harder and tried to swallow more.
Fingers tangled in his hair and Yunho’s hips moved, thrusting into his mouth, once, twice, and then Jaejoong gagged stronger at the third one, and Yunho finally yanked him away
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to get his mouth back on him. The head was so close, and a stream of precome glistened in a thin line. He wanted to taste.
But Yunho pulled him up by his hair, to his knees to kiss him and grip his ass. Fingers sliding along his cleft and then into his ass reminded him that they were going to fuck.
“Fuck me, please, Fuck me.”
Yunho moaned. “Yes, yes. Want you. Always ... so much.”
Jaejoong gasped and pulled himself away, falling to his back again and lifting his legs. Yunho moved over him, leg arching over him. It was just enough for Jaejoong to stroke his dick a few times, and then it was almost out of reach.
Yunho shuffled forward. He dumped lube all over himself and used four fingers to press more into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned. One of his hands went to his own dick, stroking almost too fast.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho gasped, and then he was holding himself down, the wide head pushing into Jaejoong. He tensed up with a cry and then tried to relax. Prep or no, god, Yunho was almost too wide ... he felt it in his throat, all through his body, tight. Too tight. Yunho slid into him a little more, his own moan keeping Jaejoong from protesting. Fuck. It was ...
He held his hands at Yunho’s hips, legs hooking at his biceps, and then said, “Pull out ... please, just ... slower.”
Yunho whimpered but did as he asked.
Jaejoong was able to breathe for a moment and then nodded as Yunho tried again. This time he didn’t go far, just swiped his dick up and down his cleft and then pushed in and out a little more.
Jaejoong gasped and nodded. “Good. so good, feels so ... Fuck it.” He stroked his cock while Yunho teased his body, sliding into him a bit deeper with each press. His body was just on edge, completely and it did not take many more strokes before Jaejoong was screaming, body clamping down on Yunho and his dick pumping come over his fingers and onto his stomach.
Jaejoong sagged into the bed, only slightly aware of Yunho still moving, pressing a bit deeper. He wasn’t really breathing anyway, so it didn’t matter. His cock throbbed, his body pulsed, clenching around his dick.
And then Yunho’s thighs were against his ass, and Jaejoong felt too full, so full. His back arched off the bed, arms straight above him and he moaned Yunho’s name, hips shifting, squirming at the feeling of Yunho’s dick so tight inside him.
Yunho grunted something and then moved, slow and torturous, in and out of him.
Jaejoong whimpered. Cried. Was he crying? God, maybe. His body was on fire.
Yunho pumped a little faster, and Jaejoong gasped encouragement. God, he felt split open. And he loved it. He managed to get his legs around Yunho’s waist and then his arms on Yunho’s strong shoulders. Yunho’s hips hit a little harder, little firmer, and Jaejoong moaned in appreciation. Fucking hell yes.
He moaned, body shaking. Not an orgasm, but almost one. His cock was still hard. Shit. So good.
“So good, Yunho-yah, so good.”
Yunho suddenly fell forward, hips stilling. Their lips and tongues met and Jaejoong did not mind the pause in movements to kiss him, tangle his hands in Yunho’s soft hair.
“So good. So sexy. Love, love your big dick, fuck. So big.”
Yunho grunted, hips rotating instead of thrust, and Jaejoong cried out at the feeling of being even more stretched than he should.
“Fuck, please. Just ...” Jaejoong pushed at Yunho’s hips, and with his own moan, Yunho pulled out of him and lifted up.
Jaejoong kept pushing until he had enough room to turn around, get on his knees, face against a pillow, ass up in the air. “This way. This way, please.”
Yunho kneeled behind him, his erection nestled against his cleft, and then it was down, sliding back inside him. All at once, and Jaejoong gasped, back arching and he thrust back. But Yunho moved enough that his dick fell out him. Jaejoong whined and gripped his ass, spreading himself open. Yunho thrust back into him, all the way again, and Jaejoong screamed, the noise muffled. Again, Yunho pulled all the way out.
“I love to watch your body beg for me.” Fingers rubbed around his pulsating rim, and Jaejoong whimpered, begged, cried.
“Please, please.”
Again, Yunho’s cock thrust into him. Much slower, so Jaejoong felt it all, and in this position it went even deeper than before, and Jaejoong choked on his next breath.
When Yunho retreated again, Jaejoong thrust back, not letting him pull all the way out.
“Hard. Hard, just. More.”
Yunho gripped his hips and moved. Not hard, not at first, not until Jaejoong was almost screaming the command, and Yunho obeyed. Hard. But steady. Yunho’s grip moved to waist, and then he fucked him, their bodies meeting in heavy slaps. Jaejoong’s cock throbbed, leaking all over his bed, and Jaejoong held himself still, trying not to come.
Jaejoong buried his moans in the pillow that soon was covered in drool and then he flung it away, getting up on his elbows. He thrust his hips back, meeting Yunho’s thrusts. He tried to fall forward, but Yunho tightened his grip and sped up his thrusts, and Jaejoong whimpered. It felt like Yunho was fucking all up his spine.
Fingers slid up his back and then into his hair and pulled, and Jaejoong lifted up to his hands and knees and Yunho grunted at the change in angle. He sped up even more, and Jaejoong revelled in the joy of dancer’s hips, his body still tingling through the pleasure, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he grabbed his dick and stroked until he was screaming.
Blue.
His vision went blue, his body froze, everything flashed white and then blue lightning dance behind his eyes, and his voice broke, echoing through the room, and he was coming all over the bed and his hand and that was enough and he fell forward, with only his ass in the air, only kept up by Yunho’s hands on his hips, his thrusts wild and hard. Jaejoong jolted forward, but could not stop his own moans as his body shuddered through smaller bursts of pleasure that whipped blue behind his eyes. His dick pulsed more come to the bed, and his body shivered through another less intense burst of an orgasm.
And then Yunho stopped, body shaking, buried completely inside him and Jaejoong felt how much he came, felt it almost into his body and then it was seeping down his stretched ass and Yunho fell on top of him, cock sliding out of him, through the thick mess with a dirty noise that had Jaejoong moaning. Come pulsed out of him.
Fuck.
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong managed to get a hand behind himself, fingers tracing his gaping body, and he moaned, pulling them back to his mouth to taste.
The slickness on his fingers tasted more like lube than. It was not the same as before. But that was the probably lube. He was sure that if he had just sucked Yunho off like last time, then his come would taste the same. Like come, but not as salty. Jaejoong craved it. He wanted to swallow Yunho’s cock down like he did last time and see how far he could get it into his throat before gagging.
Wait. What?
His head throbbed and he moaned, burying his face into his sweaty sheets. Yunho was not sweaty, not even after all that. Stupid perfect skin and efficient body processes.
What?
His head hurt. God, his body hurt. His entire ass hurt. But he wasn’t surprised. Not after such good sex with that dick. Jaejoong was so glad he was able to get fucked this time.
A hand ran up and down his back, and Jaejoong hummed in enjoyment. “Good. So good, Yunho-ah.”
Yunho kissed the back of his neck.
Jaejoong moaned and said, “Bite me. I love it when you bite me. Like last time.”
Teeth closed around his neck and then stopped. “Last time?”
Last time?
Jaejoong tried to think. What? Last time. This was the first ...
But no, it wasn’t. Yunho had touched him before. Yunho had bit him before, left him with a gorgeous hicky. In that hotel room. God, stupid hotel room. He was so glad ... home. He was home. In his own bed.
His eyes went wide and he shouted, pushing away from Yunho despite his tired and sore body.
Last time. The hotel. The silver gun ... blue.
Jaejoong pressed his palms to his eyes. “No, no ... I just ... I just met you. I just met you.”
Soft fingers trailed down his wrist and arm.
Your skin is so soft. I want to explore it.
Fuck. What ...
Bits and pieces of a memory ... or a dream ... faded in bursts of clarity and then obscurity in his mind. The hole in his porch ... the man ...
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open. “U.N.O. 730 ...”
Yunho frowned at him.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispered. “Is this real? Is this ...”
And then he realized that Yunho was calm. Just touching one part of him. Calm while Jaejoong freaked out. He was not questioning anything Jaejoong said or did. A normal person would be asking questions about why Jaejoong was freaking out.
“Real? Oh my god, that ...” Jaejoong moved away from him. “You’re an alien,” he almost hissed.
Yunho swallowed deeply. He was nervous, and his voice shook when he said, “You remember?”
“Yes, just ... wait ...”
Jaejoong tried to stand up and fell back to the bed, because really, there was no way he was standing up after having that dick so far inside him or an orgasm that strong. He moaned, head resting on Yunho’s stomach. Fingers played with his sweaty hair.
They ... Yunho had ... Jaejoong had helped him. They had laughed and watched TV. And then ... then they kissed and Jaejoong let Yunho touch him and he’d sucked on Yunho’s dick, and ...
“Is your dick bigger than before?” Jaejoong demanded, moving to glare at him.
Yunho flushed and held up a hand, fingers spread apart a few centimeters. “Only a bit longer, and wider, yes. Based on your comments before, I thought you might like it to be larger. So I adapted.”
“Oh my god. I do, but fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho sat up, dislodging him and said, “Let me explain before I leave. Please. Let me explain.”
Jaejoong stared at him. Leave? Yunho was going to leave?
Yunho looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “It’s true, whatever your mind is showing you. I escaped from a facility that performed experiments on me. I fell in your house and made that hole in your porch. I did not mean to, and then when the authorities tried to find me--”
“They made me stay in a hotel.”
Yunho nodded. “I followed you there, and then.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You were ... you were going to have sex with me, but we needed lube and you left. I felt them coming from the scrambler and left, took some of your clothes and left. I saw them find you and saw them transport you. I hoped they took you home, and they did. I ran here to come and see you, but ... but you couldn’t remember. You were talking to Yoochun, and I ... they erased your memories of me.”
Jaejoong stared in awe at the tears on Yunho’s cheeks. He shuffled forward and wiped them away. “I didn’t know you could cry.”
Yunho shook his head. “I have not, not since ... I cried from some of the pain experiments. But this pain ... this is different. It was different. I felt it ... here.” He touched his chest. “I cried when they took you away too, because you could not remember me, and they took you away from me. I wanted revenge, but I did not want to be captured again. So I adapted. You helped me so much, but I still needed so many things. I wanted to approach you much sooner, but it took a very long time to procure documents and then find a job, so I would be human enough for you to accept me.”
Jaejoong swallowed. “And ... now ... shit. That gun thing. It was blue. Right as ... shit. That last orgasm, everything was blue.”
Jaejoong laughed in disbelief, and then he laughed hard enough that he curled up, his face and the noise buried against Yunho’s stomach.
Yunho looked at him in confusion.
“Oh god, I can’t believe you fucked away their memory scrambler thing. God. Talk about being amazing at sex.”
Yunho tried to smile. “I am sorry I deceived you, but I wanted ... I wanted to be with you, and I want ... even as your human boyfriend. I did not want you to know that we had already met, but I did not ... it was unfair, and I am sorry that --”
Jaejoong crawled into his lap and shut him up with his lips, hands on his cheeks. He kissed him once quickly and then again, and then again, until Yunho had a shaking arm around his waist and he was kissing him back.
“I’m not angry. Not at you. At them.” He looked up toward the ceiling. “We could have been having sex that amazing for the last three months.”
Yunho laughed, sort of. The noise broke into a sob near the end. “You ... you don’t want me to go?”
“Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Or more ridiculous. God, even ... oh man. You were so ridiculous. You still are sometimes, and you say the stupidest shit, but this is insane. I felt so lost, Yunho. So lost. I remember that someone was missing. It felt like someone was missing. I had five days and no memory of them. A hicky on my neck. Fuck, Yoochun was right. Oh my god, it was aliens!”
Yunho smiled. “You are not angry about pretending to be human to be your boyfriend?”
Jaejoong kissed him. “You did nothing wrong. Not at all. I understand why you would want to try to be my boyfriend. You like me?”
Yunho nodded.
“I like you too. I liked you then. I loved showing you about pleasure and touching and sex. I wanted to show you.”
“Obviously I learned without you.”
“From who?” Jaejoong demanded, eyes narrowed.
“Pornography. I found gay ones that would help me know how to pleasure you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “So you haven’t ... you didn’t have sex with anyone?”
Yunho shook his head. “I wanted the only one that I ever explored and had sex with to be you. Only you.”
Jaejoong smiled, feeling his own eyes fill with tears. He flung his arms around Yunho’s body and hugged him tightly.
“I only adjusted my dick size because I thought you would like it. I can return it to the size--”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare.”
Yunho smiled. “You like it?”
“God, yes. So much.” Jaejoong reached for the dick in question. It was actually still half hard. “I’m so glad you learned to take pleasure in touching me.”
“I’m so glad I can keep learning and exploring your body and finding ways to pleasure it.”
Jaejoong moaned and said, “You up for more?”
Yunho narrowed his eyes, but Jaejoong felt his cock swelling. “You are sore.”
“Yes, but I’m pretty sure I can still walk straight. More. Fuck me again. Until I can’t see straight, until I can’t move, until I won’t want to do anything tomorrow but lie in bed with you.”
Yunho swallowed and then smiled brightly. “That sounds wonderful.”
“So does your cock plowing into my ass.”
Part 9: The Truth Is Out There
Part 7: Are You An Alien? Because Your Ass is Out of This World
Part 6: Shake Your Spaceship Candy
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is not any longer than it was before, I just noticed that I had 2 parts labeled "part 7" so there are actually 9 parts.
Part 8: Flashy-Thing Memory-Messer-Upper
Yunho loved to kiss him, and Jaejoong did not mind at all. It prolonged the amount of time it took for Jaejoong calm down, and that was also made worse by Yunho pressing him into the bed, rolling his hips and pressing that huge erection against his stomach and thighs. Their moans were almost in tandem, and their lips and tongues were so in sync that Jaejoong’s head felt too light and his skin was still on fire. It made him feel like this was not the first time Yunho had pressed him into a bed before.
Jaejoong did not stop his hands from sliding all over Yunho’s strong back, or down to his ass, gripping and grinding up as forcefully as he could. His body was thrumming with need, and his tight entrance clamping down around nothing, and that just would not do. He needed to be fucked. Now.
Jaejoong refused to release Yunho’s lips as he asked, “Do I get to play with you now?”
Yunho shivered and shook his head. “Later. I want ... I want to be inside you first, and I ... please, just ...”
Jaejoong pouted and said, “Fine, but one day, I want to see how far I can shove that cock of yours into my throat.”
“It will fit much nicer in your ass.”
Jaejoong moaned. “God, please, please.”
“Which position would you prefer? I do not wish to hurt you.”
“With that dick, I hope you do. Hell.”
Yunho smiled. “Let me prep you some more. Please.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Cocky jerk. Fine. But if you make me come again before your dick is inside me, I’m going to be mad.”
Yunho smiled and slid down his body, tongue and lips pausing to press kisses and leave wetness down to his erection. “Maybe just a little more.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “With that dick? Maybe just a lot more.”
Yunho laughed. “I am very glad you appreciate the size of my dick. Do you mind if I put it to use so I make sure you never want me to leave again?”
Jaejoong smiled and slid his hands through Yunho’s hair. “The dick is just a bonus, you know?”
Yunho smiled and kissed Jaejoong dick, smiling softly when it jerked against his lips. “Yes, I know.”
Yunho cupped his dick and licked around it, around the base, and then down to his balls.
Jaejoong moaned and lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees. With eyes mostly shut, he watched as Yunho poured lubed right onto his body and then his fingers. Three of them went inside Jaejoong and he moaned louder, clamping down around them. His eyes shut as Yunho pumped them in and out of his body, twisting and spreading them. Without pausing, another finger entered him, and Jaejoong forced his eyes open to confirm that it was a finger from his other hand. Four fingers, and then five.
Jaejoong gasped at the stretch, at the firm fleeting touches on his prostate. His cock was hard again, and he kept his hands on his knees to stop himself from stroking off.
When the fingers left him, Jaejoong whined in disappointment.
Yunho’s tongue ran around the stretched rim, and Jaejoong whimpered. He probably cursed too. Fuck.
“Watch me,” Yunho whispered and the bed moved.
Jaejoong opened his eyes with difficulty, and watched as Yunho peeled the boxers off his body, lifting the band over the top of his dick.
“Fuck. That ... might not ... fit.” He was thick too, and veiny, and the head was just perfectly balanced to the rest of it. Jaejoong wanted to suck on him so badly.
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, it will. It’s only twenty-five centimeters.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Fucking hell. Please, just ... just in my mouth, for a moment.”
Yunho smiled and moved to the side of the bed. He kneeled close enough to Jaejoong’s head. Shaking, Jaejoong reached for him, curling his thumb and forefinger just under the head. His fingers touched, but barely. He yanked, whimpering, and Yunho shuffled closer. Jaejoong pulled too, and then he moaned long and loud when he got his mouth around the shaft. He moved, shifting up and letting go of his own knees. His dick was warm. Full of that heady, heavy warm scent of almost roses. Not sweat, even though they’d spend the day walking around the farm and working on his land. It was so addicting.
Jaejoong gasped and opened his mouth around the head, sucking enough to get Yunho to shiver and then bobbed his head. He gagged trying to take too much and then had his hand on the shaft, pulling it back for a better angle. He tried again, moaning constantly because he tasted too good and it felt so good in his mouth. He had no idea how much he was taking and didn’t care, letting himself try for too much. His other hand cupped Yunho’s balls, and Jaejoong got his first noise louder than a whimper, and he smirked and tugged a bit harder and tried to swallow more.
Fingers tangled in his hair and Yunho’s hips moved, thrusting into his mouth, once, twice, and then Jaejoong gagged stronger at the third one, and Yunho finally yanked him away
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to get his mouth back on him. The head was so close, and a stream of precome glistened in a thin line. He wanted to taste.
But Yunho pulled him up by his hair, to his knees to kiss him and grip his ass. Fingers sliding along his cleft and then into his ass reminded him that they were going to fuck.
“Fuck me, please, Fuck me.”
Yunho moaned. “Yes, yes. Want you. Always ... so much.”
Jaejoong gasped and pulled himself away, falling to his back again and lifting his legs. Yunho moved over him, leg arching over him. It was just enough for Jaejoong to stroke his dick a few times, and then it was almost out of reach.
Yunho shuffled forward. He dumped lube all over himself and used four fingers to press more into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned. One of his hands went to his own dick, stroking almost too fast.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho gasped, and then he was holding himself down, the wide head pushing into Jaejoong. He tensed up with a cry and then tried to relax. Prep or no, god, Yunho was almost too wide ... he felt it in his throat, all through his body, tight. Too tight. Yunho slid into him a little more, his own moan keeping Jaejoong from protesting. Fuck. It was ...
He held his hands at Yunho’s hips, legs hooking at his biceps, and then said, “Pull out ... please, just ... slower.”
Yunho whimpered but did as he asked.
Jaejoong was able to breathe for a moment and then nodded as Yunho tried again. This time he didn’t go far, just swiped his dick up and down his cleft and then pushed in and out a little more.
Jaejoong gasped and nodded. “Good. so good, feels so ... Fuck it.” He stroked his cock while Yunho teased his body, sliding into him a bit deeper with each press. His body was just on edge, completely and it did not take many more strokes before Jaejoong was screaming, body clamping down on Yunho and his dick pumping come over his fingers and onto his stomach.
Jaejoong sagged into the bed, only slightly aware of Yunho still moving, pressing a bit deeper. He wasn’t really breathing anyway, so it didn’t matter. His cock throbbed, his body pulsed, clenching around his dick.
And then Yunho’s thighs were against his ass, and Jaejoong felt too full, so full. His back arched off the bed, arms straight above him and he moaned Yunho’s name, hips shifting, squirming at the feeling of Yunho’s dick so tight inside him.
Yunho grunted something and then moved, slow and torturous, in and out of him.
Jaejoong whimpered. Cried. Was he crying? God, maybe. His body was on fire.
Yunho pumped a little faster, and Jaejoong gasped encouragement. God, he felt split open. And he loved it. He managed to get his legs around Yunho’s waist and then his arms on Yunho’s strong shoulders. Yunho’s hips hit a little harder, little firmer, and Jaejoong moaned in appreciation. Fucking hell yes.
He moaned, body shaking. Not an orgasm, but almost one. His cock was still hard. Shit. So good.
“So good, Yunho-yah, so good.”
Yunho suddenly fell forward, hips stilling. Their lips and tongues met and Jaejoong did not mind the pause in movements to kiss him, tangle his hands in Yunho’s soft hair.
“So good. So sexy. Love, love your big dick, fuck. So big.”
Yunho grunted, hips rotating instead of thrust, and Jaejoong cried out at the feeling of being even more stretched than he should.
“Fuck, please. Just ...” Jaejoong pushed at Yunho’s hips, and with his own moan, Yunho pulled out of him and lifted up.
Jaejoong kept pushing until he had enough room to turn around, get on his knees, face against a pillow, ass up in the air. “This way. This way, please.”
Yunho kneeled behind him, his erection nestled against his cleft, and then it was down, sliding back inside him. All at once, and Jaejoong gasped, back arching and he thrust back. But Yunho moved enough that his dick fell out him. Jaejoong whined and gripped his ass, spreading himself open. Yunho thrust back into him, all the way again, and Jaejoong screamed, the noise muffled. Again, Yunho pulled all the way out.
“I love to watch your body beg for me.” Fingers rubbed around his pulsating rim, and Jaejoong whimpered, begged, cried.
“Please, please.”
Again, Yunho’s cock thrust into him. Much slower, so Jaejoong felt it all, and in this position it went even deeper than before, and Jaejoong choked on his next breath.
When Yunho retreated again, Jaejoong thrust back, not letting him pull all the way out.
“Hard. Hard, just. More.”
Yunho gripped his hips and moved. Not hard, not at first, not until Jaejoong was almost screaming the command, and Yunho obeyed. Hard. But steady. Yunho’s grip moved to waist, and then he fucked him, their bodies meeting in heavy slaps. Jaejoong’s cock throbbed, leaking all over his bed, and Jaejoong held himself still, trying not to come.
Jaejoong buried his moans in the pillow that soon was covered in drool and then he flung it away, getting up on his elbows. He thrust his hips back, meeting Yunho’s thrusts. He tried to fall forward, but Yunho tightened his grip and sped up his thrusts, and Jaejoong whimpered. It felt like Yunho was fucking all up his spine.
Fingers slid up his back and then into his hair and pulled, and Jaejoong lifted up to his hands and knees and Yunho grunted at the change in angle. He sped up even more, and Jaejoong revelled in the joy of dancer’s hips, his body still tingling through the pleasure, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he grabbed his dick and stroked until he was screaming.
Blue.
His vision went blue, his body froze, everything flashed white and then blue lightning dance behind his eyes, and his voice broke, echoing through the room, and he was coming all over the bed and his hand and that was enough and he fell forward, with only his ass in the air, only kept up by Yunho’s hands on his hips, his thrusts wild and hard. Jaejoong jolted forward, but could not stop his own moans as his body shuddered through smaller bursts of pleasure that whipped blue behind his eyes. His dick pulsed more come to the bed, and his body shivered through another less intense burst of an orgasm.
And then Yunho stopped, body shaking, buried completely inside him and Jaejoong felt how much he came, felt it almost into his body and then it was seeping down his stretched ass and Yunho fell on top of him, cock sliding out of him, through the thick mess with a dirty noise that had Jaejoong moaning. Come pulsed out of him.
Fuck.
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong managed to get a hand behind himself, fingers tracing his gaping body, and he moaned, pulling them back to his mouth to taste.
The slickness on his fingers tasted more like lube than. It was not the same as before. But that was the probably lube. He was sure that if he had just sucked Yunho off like last time, then his come would taste the same. Like come, but not as salty. Jaejoong craved it. He wanted to swallow Yunho’s cock down like he did last time and see how far he could get it into his throat before gagging.
Wait. What?
His head throbbed and he moaned, burying his face into his sweaty sheets. Yunho was not sweaty, not even after all that. Stupid perfect skin and efficient body processes.
What?
His head hurt. God, his body hurt. His entire ass hurt. But he wasn’t surprised. Not after such good sex with that dick. Jaejoong was so glad he was able to get fucked this time.
A hand ran up and down his back, and Jaejoong hummed in enjoyment. “Good. So good, Yunho-ah.”
Yunho kissed the back of his neck.
Jaejoong moaned and said, “Bite me. I love it when you bite me. Like last time.”
Teeth closed around his neck and then stopped. “Last time?”
Last time?
Jaejoong tried to think. What? Last time. This was the first ...
But no, it wasn’t. Yunho had touched him before. Yunho had bit him before, left him with a gorgeous hicky. In that hotel room. God, stupid hotel room. He was so glad ... home. He was home. In his own bed.
His eyes went wide and he shouted, pushing away from Yunho despite his tired and sore body.
Last time. The hotel. The silver gun ... blue.
Jaejoong pressed his palms to his eyes. “No, no ... I just ... I just met you. I just met you.”
Soft fingers trailed down his wrist and arm.
Your skin is so soft. I want to explore it.
Fuck. What ...
Bits and pieces of a memory ... or a dream ... faded in bursts of clarity and then obscurity in his mind. The hole in his porch ... the man ...
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open. “U.N.O. 730 ...”
Yunho frowned at him.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispered. “Is this real? Is this ...”
And then he realized that Yunho was calm. Just touching one part of him. Calm while Jaejoong freaked out. He was not questioning anything Jaejoong said or did. A normal person would be asking questions about why Jaejoong was freaking out.
“Real? Oh my god, that ...” Jaejoong moved away from him. “You’re an alien,” he almost hissed.
Yunho swallowed deeply. He was nervous, and his voice shook when he said, “You remember?”
“Yes, just ... wait ...”
Jaejoong tried to stand up and fell back to the bed, because really, there was no way he was standing up after having that dick so far inside him or an orgasm that strong. He moaned, head resting on Yunho’s stomach. Fingers played with his sweaty hair.
They ... Yunho had ... Jaejoong had helped him. They had laughed and watched TV. And then ... then they kissed and Jaejoong let Yunho touch him and he’d sucked on Yunho’s dick, and ...
“Is your dick bigger than before?” Jaejoong demanded, moving to glare at him.
Yunho flushed and held up a hand, fingers spread apart a few centimeters. “Only a bit longer, and wider, yes. Based on your comments before, I thought you might like it to be larger. So I adapted.”
“Oh my god. I do, but fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho sat up, dislodging him and said, “Let me explain before I leave. Please. Let me explain.”
Jaejoong stared at him. Leave? Yunho was going to leave?
Yunho looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “It’s true, whatever your mind is showing you. I escaped from a facility that performed experiments on me. I fell in your house and made that hole in your porch. I did not mean to, and then when the authorities tried to find me--”
“They made me stay in a hotel.”
Yunho nodded. “I followed you there, and then.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You were ... you were going to have sex with me, but we needed lube and you left. I felt them coming from the scrambler and left, took some of your clothes and left. I saw them find you and saw them transport you. I hoped they took you home, and they did. I ran here to come and see you, but ... but you couldn’t remember. You were talking to Yoochun, and I ... they erased your memories of me.”
Jaejoong stared in awe at the tears on Yunho’s cheeks. He shuffled forward and wiped them away. “I didn’t know you could cry.”
Yunho shook his head. “I have not, not since ... I cried from some of the pain experiments. But this pain ... this is different. It was different. I felt it ... here.” He touched his chest. “I cried when they took you away too, because you could not remember me, and they took you away from me. I wanted revenge, but I did not want to be captured again. So I adapted. You helped me so much, but I still needed so many things. I wanted to approach you much sooner, but it took a very long time to procure documents and then find a job, so I would be human enough for you to accept me.”
Jaejoong swallowed. “And ... now ... shit. That gun thing. It was blue. Right as ... shit. That last orgasm, everything was blue.”
Jaejoong laughed in disbelief, and then he laughed hard enough that he curled up, his face and the noise buried against Yunho’s stomach.
Yunho looked at him in confusion.
“Oh god, I can’t believe you fucked away their memory scrambler thing. God. Talk about being amazing at sex.”
Yunho tried to smile. “I am sorry I deceived you, but I wanted ... I wanted to be with you, and I want ... even as your human boyfriend. I did not want you to know that we had already met, but I did not ... it was unfair, and I am sorry that --”
Jaejoong crawled into his lap and shut him up with his lips, hands on his cheeks. He kissed him once quickly and then again, and then again, until Yunho had a shaking arm around his waist and he was kissing him back.
“I’m not angry. Not at you. At them.” He looked up toward the ceiling. “We could have been having sex that amazing for the last three months.”
Yunho laughed, sort of. The noise broke into a sob near the end. “You ... you don’t want me to go?”
“Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Or more ridiculous. God, even ... oh man. You were so ridiculous. You still are sometimes, and you say the stupidest shit, but this is insane. I felt so lost, Yunho. So lost. I remember that someone was missing. It felt like someone was missing. I had five days and no memory of them. A hicky on my neck. Fuck, Yoochun was right. Oh my god, it was aliens!”
Yunho smiled. “You are not angry about pretending to be human to be your boyfriend?”
Jaejoong kissed him. “You did nothing wrong. Not at all. I understand why you would want to try to be my boyfriend. You like me?”
Yunho nodded.
“I like you too. I liked you then. I loved showing you about pleasure and touching and sex. I wanted to show you.”
“Obviously I learned without you.”
“From who?” Jaejoong demanded, eyes narrowed.
“Pornography. I found gay ones that would help me know how to pleasure you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “So you haven’t ... you didn’t have sex with anyone?”
Yunho shook his head. “I wanted the only one that I ever explored and had sex with to be you. Only you.”
Jaejoong smiled, feeling his own eyes fill with tears. He flung his arms around Yunho’s body and hugged him tightly.
“I only adjusted my dick size because I thought you would like it. I can return it to the size--”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare.”
Yunho smiled. “You like it?”
“God, yes. So much.” Jaejoong reached for the dick in question. It was actually still half hard. “I’m so glad you learned to take pleasure in touching me.”
“I’m so glad I can keep learning and exploring your body and finding ways to pleasure it.”
Jaejoong moaned and said, “You up for more?”
Yunho narrowed his eyes, but Jaejoong felt his cock swelling. “You are sore.”
“Yes, but I’m pretty sure I can still walk straight. More. Fuck me again. Until I can’t see straight, until I can’t move, until I won’t want to do anything tomorrow but lie in bed with you.”
Yunho swallowed and then smiled brightly. “That sounds wonderful.”
“So does your cock plowing into my ass.”
Part 9: The Truth Is Out There
Part 7: Are You An Alien? Because Your Ass is Out of This World
Part 6: Shake Your Spaceship Candy
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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