Affection 2/2
Title: Affection
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17 Warning: incest, bdsm
Disclaimer: Why do I write such things? The only answer I have is that I cannot actually possess them.
Summary: Jaejoong thought he was in control of this. He was ... until there were suddenly emotions involved.
Warning: Father-son incest, daddy kink, bondage, cross dressing, master/sub themes, watersports ... sort of, spanking, emotional shit
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Discipline. Jaejoong is 19 in this fic, and Yunho is 45. Yunho is still an asshole, so don't let the title convince you otherwise. It was too long for a single post so now it is two parts.
Part 2:
Disoriented, Jaejoong twisted in bed. It was too soft, too perfect for his dorm room bed, and there was also the body heat of a partner, which meant he wasn’t in his dorm room and he sat up, blinking and remembered yesterday like a punch to his gut.
Or not quite yesterday. His clock showed that it was eleven thirty at night. He rubbed his face. He was still in the skirt. Still in the socks. And sticky with dried come and sweat.
Fuck, he needed a shower.
Yunho-shi was still in bed with him. Sleeping. And Jaejoong stared, eyes wide.
Yunho-shi never, ever slept with him. Ever.
Jaejoong growled and flung himself away from Yunho-shi, off his bed, toward his bathroom. Fuck. This was ... so fucked up. More fucked up. He almost tore the skirt taking it off and he flung the socks against the wall as hard as he could. He turned the shower on and pissed while the water heated up.
Hot water. Almost too hot. He stood under the spray, let it pummel his face, wash away, beat away, force away the emotions.
And he scrubbed his body, scrubbed the come off his skin, scrubbed away the soft touches and kisses and the feel of Yunho-shi’s gentle hands.
It was too much.
He turned the water off with a growl and was almost too violent drying himself off. In his closet, he contemplated his choices. He slept naked a lot, but not always, and with Yunho-shi in his bed, naked was an invitation. Actually, just being here was an invitation.
He stood there and realized his stomach hurt. Was he hungry? Probably, but he felt like throwing up, too. Just ... sleep was better than anything. He pulled on a pair of loose shorts and was headed back to bed when he remembered.
He was home. When he was home, he was required to wear a cockring. Not always when he slept, but ... well, it’d be okay. He had a feeling Yunho-shi wasn’t going to sleep much longer before fucking him again.
Obedience. Discipline.
Jaejoong huffed, but did as he was ordered, as he wanted. He stroked himself to hardness and twisted a complicated cockring around him. One that was adjustable. It was just a black strip of rubber with three loops that hooked around his balls and his dick. He made it too tight.
Yunho-shi would have made it even tighter.
Shaking a little, Jaejoong pulled the shorts back up and then went into his room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, only the light green glow of his clock allowing him to see. It was almost midnight now.
Yunho-shi was still there.
Jaejoong shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and went back to bed.
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Jaejoong woke up again to a soft touch along his chest. It was a bit annoying because he didn’t want to wake up and face the day. Or face Yunho-shi, who was the one touching him. Hopefully.
He pried open and eye just to make sure, and then groaned at Yunho-shi’s smile.
All these smiles were messing with Jaejoong’s head. And his heart. He rolled over, away from Yunho-shi, but the man just moved his touches to Jaejoong’s back and down toward his ass.
His cock throbbed.
Right. The cockring. Fuck.
“Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes,” Yunho-shi whispered just before lips touched Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Affection was a strange look on Yunho-shi.
Jaejoong grunted.
“Yes, there will be coffee, drama queen.”
Jaejoong didn’t look at him again until Yunho-shi moved away, taking his warmth and his touches and his confusion with him. Well, not the confusion. That stayed.
Yunho-shi slipped on his boxers and dress pants. He put on the button down and only did up a few of the buttons, leaving his strong chest mostly on display.
“I’ve dismissed the servants for the weekend, save the cook, Jihoon, and a driver. There are two options for you to wear to breakfast. You can make your own choice on which you prefer. Do not be late.”
Jaejoong snorted. He was never, ever late.
Yunho-shi flung his suitcoat and tie over his arm, turned away from him, and left the bedroom.
With a heavy breath, Jaejoong sat up. His cock was hard and throbbing. He probably should not have slept with it on, and was probably going to cause some sort of permanent damage, but taking it off meant coming without permission. Hopefully, Yunho-shi would let him come during breakfast.
In his closet, Jaejoong stopped and stared for a moment and then shut his eyes, contemplating his choices.
Well, not that it was much of a choice. He knew which outfit he was going to choose. He just had to garner up the courage to put it on.
Hanging prominently by his shirts was another skirt, this one yellow with a subtle red plaid pattern. It was paired with a white blouse and a matching vest.
Or he could wear just slacks and a red shirt.
After last night, he was not sure if he wanted to continue this farce. It really hurt, the tightness in his chest came back. But he knew Yunho-shi. Yunho-shi was not in this for the emotions and Jaejoong was. The way Yunho-shi treated him as baby was what Jaejoong had hoped for all along. How much fake affection could Jaejoong handle before he really went crazy?
Even for a smile and a soft kiss, it was worth it to find out.
The outfit came with another pair of panties, but a thong, one that would not keep anything supported.
Red, of course.
Jaejoong slipped it on, realized a moment too late it was backwards and turned it around. The string went right up his ass and he shifted. God, talk about uncomfortable.
The clothes fit him perfectly and Jaejoong flushed that Yunho-shi had such perfect knowledge of his body size. The shirt was even tailored to fit his shoulders but still flare a bit at the waist like a female cut.
He was almost done buttoning up the vest when he saw a toy dangling from the hanger. A little red bullet.
Fuck. His cock throbbed.
But, well, choice made, he used only spit to push the toy into him. His body was still sore from the night before and the toy was small.
He had just enough time to doll up his face, use a bit of BB cream under his eyes, and then eyeliner to really make them stand out. Lip gloss with a tint of pink. It’d been a long time since he wore makeup. He hadn’t really since leaving high school.
Since he was being more masochistic than usual, Jaejoong turned the vibrations most of the way up. He had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
But he looked good. He felt like shit. But hoped that it was all enough to at least stun Yunho-shi a little bit. That was always his goal.
He left his room barefoot. Each step was careful, jostling the toy into his prostate and making his cock throb. He really hoped the laundry could get come out of clothes without staining. He actually liked this skirt a lot. It was longer than the one the night before, brushing the tops of his knees. The bulge from his ringed dick wasn’t as obvious as before.
When he walked into the dining room, he stopped in his tracks, mouth open.
Jung Yunho-shi was wearing jeans. And a white T-shirt.
Stunned. Just ... the way the shirt stretched over his shoulders, the way the jeans accentuated his thighs and ... fuck his waist, his ass, everything.
It took another moment to realize that Yunho-shi had been talking to Jihoon, and both of them were looking at him. Yunho-shi’s eyes flared with lust and then settled into that adoring look that Jaejoong craved. It was only a moment and then he turned to Jihoon, who was staring, probably drooling, and dismissed him quite harshly.
Jihoon had to clear his throat and actually put effort into turning away.
Jaejoong was sure that Jihoon was the only one on staff who knew of their relationship, but only because he’d walked in on them in a guest room once. He was paid with enough bonuses each year to keep him silent.
“Baby,” Yunho-shi said as soon as the door shut behind Jihoon. He held out his hand and Jaejoong mostly staggered into his arms, burying his face against the soft T-shirt.
Fucking hell. This was ... shit.
“You look adorable, but why so shaky?”
Emotions, love, affection, smiles, your fucking jeans, that fucking T-shirt, fucking hell.
“B-bullet,” Jaejoong said instead.
Yunho-shi laughed. “Did you already turn it on?”
Jaejoong nodded. God, Yunho-shi smelled so good. Just fresh from a shower and cologne. He wanted to eat him.
He opened his mouth on a very prominent curve of his chest.
Yunho-shi ran his hands up to Jaejoong’s hair and pulled his head back. Not roughly. Just enough to press a kiss to his lips. “Let’s eat breakfast.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and pouted, but followed Yunho-shi’s lead. He blushed when Yunho-shi pulled him into his lap, curling his arm around his waist. His hand slid along his bare leg.
The thong rubbed against his dick and ass, and Jaejoong hissed, but managed to find a comfortable spot with his ass mostly on Yunho-shi’s thigh.
He should have expected to be fed by Yunho-shi, but it still was embarrassing. Maddeningly perfect. Especially the kisses between the bites of yogurt, eggs and vegetables. Yunho-shi, at least, let him drink his own coffee. Though the kisses between each sip were warmer than the drink.
That annoying tightening in his chest got worse as the meal went on and Yunho-shi was so gentle, so affectionate. His fingers were soft on Jaejoong’s skin. There were too many endearments. Too many babys, darlings, sweeties, lovelys.
Jaejoong buried his face in Yunho-shi’s neck, arms around his back.
Yunho-shi shifted him over until Jaejoong was straddling his lap. Yunho-shi’s legs were spread. The denim was almost too harsh on Jaejoong’s thighs after feeling nothing but slacks for so long. And his hands cupped Jaejoong’s ass. A single finger hooked around the thong and pulled, the fabric going tight and pinching his balls and cock.
Jaejoong moaned at the sound of the cloth ripping. He clung tighter when he was lifted, and yelped when the cold table top touched his bare ass.
Yunho-shi chuckled and used his arm to push the dishes out of his way. A few fell to the floor and shattered. He pushed at Jaejoong’s knees, and bent him in half, spreading him open. Jaejoong flushed, arms going above his head.
A few more dishes ended up on the floor when Yunho-shi suddenly swallowed Jaejoong’s cock and Jaejoong thrashed, crying out and tensing. Two fingers pushed into him, slick with something goopy, but Jaejoong didn’t want to know. The bullet popped out of him and then a moment later, Yunho-shi’s cock was inside him, sliding too deep too soon with nothing more to lube the way.
Jaejoong panted, body taut, and just held still. Hard when he was so desperate to come already. But he wasn’t so out of it to notice that Yunho-shi’s jeans were those button-up kind and he had them undone just enough to get his large cock out and inside Jaejoong.
No boxers.
Fuck.
Jaejoong shivered, reaching for something and only knocking more dishes to the floor. Yunho-shi’s hand went under his back, lifting him just enough to change the angle of his thrusts and to get his mouth on Jaejoong’s for a heavy kiss.
“I am going to fuck you all day long today, baby. All day. I may not even come each time, I just want my cock inside you. I want to please you and posses you and worship you.”
Jaejoong moaned. God, that sounded like heaven.
“Do you like that idea, baby?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, yes ...” ... Fucking hell ... “D-daddy. Yes. All day.”
Yunho-shi smiled and kept kissing him. His thrusts sped up and Jaejoong shook, his body wanted a release. More precome and something thicker pulsed from his cock despite the restraints.
“You need to come,” Yunho-shi said. He let Jaejoong back down to the table and gripped his cock instead.
Jaejoong cried out and then shook his head.
“No?” Yunho-shi said with a smirk that was more like himself.
“Can’t ... need to piss ...”
Yunho-shi laughed at him, but let go of his dick and then pulled him back up, lifting him into his arms. Jaejoong shivered at Yunho-shi’s dick slipping from him, but he wasn’t empty long. Yunho-shi used the table to steady them, and then lowered Jaejoong back down onto his cock.
God, Yunho-shi was strong, but he did already know that.
His steps were careful, each one making his cock move inside Jaejoong, and Jaejoong moaned, biting his T-shirt covered shoulder at the sensation of his prostate being pressed against too tightly.
They left the dining room and went to the nearest guest bathroom. Yunho-shi settled Jaejoong against the sink, the marble cold on his ass. He thrust his cock inside Jaejoong a few times and then stopped long enough to take off the shirt and vest. He pouted when he pulled away to remove the skirt and the tattered remains of the thong, but then he was right back inside him, their lips together in a firm kiss while Yunho-shi fucked him, Jaejoong’s head thunked against the mirror. Fuck coming. He didn’t mind this at all.
But Yunho-shi stopped and Jaejoong pouted at him. With a laugh and a kiss, Yunho-shi pulled at the cinches on the cockring, loosening the ones around his balls first.
Jaejoong’s breath sped up and then he was moaning when he was free. His cock pulsed more fluid from it, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to piss or come first.
Yunho-shi tugged him off the counter and toward the toilet. Or so Jaejoong thought. They went to the tub instead, and Yunho-shi stepped inside and then sat on the edge and directed Jaejoong back to his cock. His feet slipped on the surface for a moment and he sat hard, forcing Yunho-shi’s dick inside him again.
Yunho-shi’s arms went around his waist to steady him and his other went right to Jaejoong’s dick. He stroked him a few times, and that was so not good, not now ... not ...
Jaejoong cried out, unconsciously rocking in Yunho-shi’s lap, fucking himself on his cock. Each stroke had him pulsing, his orgasm building and then Yunho-shi pushed on his bladder, and Jaejoong was pissing first, spraying the opposite wall with a heavy stream that sounded much louder than his own moans, and his cheeks flushed as Yunho-shi’s strokes ended up flinging a bit of it over Jaejoong’s thighs and onto his jeans.
But he didn’t have time to be embarrassed because almost as suddenly, Yunho-shi was making him move again, lifting him up and down on his cock until Jaejoong was rocking on his own again, and Yunho-shi had his hand on Jaejoong’s dick, stroking faster and the other hand squeezed his balls almost tighter than the restraints had.
Jaejoong screamed as he came, his body finally given release, and he shot his orgasm almost as far as he had pissed, the heavy clumps splatted on the bottom of the tub. The pleasure lasted longer than he thought possible and even what felt like moments later he was still shuddering, still riding Yunho-shi’s dick, still pulsing white over Yunho-shi’s knuckles.
“Good, baby?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Good, Daddy.”
“Can you stand?”
“No.”
Yunho-shi hummed in amusement and let Jaejoong catch his breath. Or breathe a bit more steadily. It was hard to catch your breath when your lover insisted on kissing at your neck and biting at your shoulders.
“Stand up,” Yunho-shi ordered.
Staggering, Jaejoong used Yunho-shi’s knees and then the opposite wall when he mostly just fell into it. His legs were rubbery from both the orgasm and the position. Like this, Yunho-shi chuckled and curled over his body, sliding his dick right back into Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong shivered and bit his lip against a cry that escaped anyway. Another moment later and the water started, too cold at first and then heating to a gentle warmth. It splashed over his skin and Yunho-shi’s clothes. Yunho-shi did not seem to care. He moved his hand from Jaejoong’s hip to rinse off the come and then turned Jaejoong around so he was directly in the spray. He used his hands to wipe him down first and then had Jaejoong bend over for the soap. The bottle slipped from his fingers since Yunho-shi decided to thrust into him, and he dropped it.
Chuckling, Yunho-shi supported Jaejoong enough to grab it from near the drain. And then he used it to wash Jaejoong’s skin, clean the come from him, and slide fingers into his ass to clean out that part of him.
“Butter doesn’t really work well as lube,” Yunho-shi said in that tone of voice that he was making a statement about a schedule.
Jaejoong snorted. Butter. Fantastic. That was a new one, even for the King of Kink.
They did not stay in the shower long. Yunho-shi pulled out of him in order for them to climb from the tub. He stripped off his soaked pants and started on the T-shirt, but Jaejoong made a noise of protest.
Yunho-shi lifted an eyebrow at him.
Swallowing, Jaejoong moved next to him, put his hands on the wet T-shirt that just clung to every muscle and licked his lips. Daring and with his brain screaming at him, he whispered, “Daddy is sexy.”
Yunho-shi growled, a low noise in his throat. “I was going to tell you to put those clothes back on, but ...”
He swooped Jaejoong into his arms, one under his knees. Jaejoong clung to him with his arms around his neck. He walked out of the bathroom, uncaring at them being naked, and Jaejoong caught a glimpse of Jihoon down the hall before Yunho-shi opened the next door over and carried Jaejoong into a reading room and right to a wooden table that was probably hundreds of years old. Probably expensive. He spun Jaejoong around, pushed him over the table and then dropped to his knees, spread Jaejoong’s asscheeks and licked him.
Jaejoong’s breath left him in a gasp and he gripped the edge of the table, spreading his legs further. The wood was cool against his skin warmed from the shower.
This was Jaejoong’s favorite thing. Beyond anything else. Because it required Yunho-shi’s attention. Because it was mostly just for his pleasure. Especially when he used his thumbs to spread open his entrance and really got his tongue inside him. He licked all up and down his cleft until spit was dripping to the floor. And then fingers, two of them, pushing into him, stretching him open. Jaejoong’s cock was throbbing already, greedy for a touch, for anything. Tongue and fingers, tongue and fingers. Back and forth, sometimes both. If he hadn’t come so recently, Jaejoong probably would have. He has before, just by being eaten out by Yunho-shi.
When Yunho-shi stopped, Jaejoong whimpered and thrust back against his face.
He got a very firm slap in return. “No, baby. Don’t you want Daddy’s cock again?”
Jaejoong whimpered, shutting his eyes and spreading his legs as much as he could without falling over. “Y-yes, please. P-please. I want Daddy’s cock.”
Instead of a firm thrust, Yunho-shi settled the head against Jaejoong’s spasming body. He pushed, just enough to breach him and then retreated. He did it again. Jaejoong fought the urge to thrust back, keeping himself in check while Yunho-shi teased his body. More thick spit dribbled down to where they connected, and Yunho-shi thrust a little more, still teasing, still with a hand on Jaejoong’s ass, gripping him and stretching him out.
“Your sweet little cunt is so perfect, baby. Even just freshly fucked it’s tight and begging for more.”
“P-please, Daddy. More. Please.”
Jaejoong shivered through a wave of pleasure and a stream of precome splattered to the floor.
“Give me your hands,” Yunho-shi demanded.
Easily, Jaejoong gripped his wrist and put his hands behind his back. The wet T-shirt wrapped around his wrists and tied him there, throwing another wave of lust through him.
“Wish ... wish I’d grabbed that thong to gag you with.”
Jaejoong smiled and turned his head to meet Yunho-shi’s eyes. “I doubt it would have been big enough.”
Yunho-shi laughed. He tangled one hand in Jaejoong’s hair and put the other on his hip, gripping tightly. And then he thrust. No more teasing. Firm movements that had Jaejoong rocking into the table, sliding his hard dick on the rougher underside. It was a love hate sort of moment. He loved being fucked, he loved being fucked by Yunho-shi, he loved being controlled and taken and used. But he hated how steady Yunho-shi was. It just meant that he was going to be fucked for a long time before Yunho-shi either came himself or let Jaejoong come.
Jaejoong did not envision himself surviving this moment, and he really didn’t want to wear them both out before their weekend even started.
So he played up the day’s theme. He wanted Yunho-shi to either come quickly or let him come and move them somewhere that wasn’t hard as wood and uncomfortable.
He moaned and then gasped, “Daddy! Fuck. Daddy!”
“Watch your language,” he said and smacked Jaejoong’s ass on out a pull out. “Be good, baby.”
“S-sorry, Daddy. So good. Fuck. So good.”
The next smack landed on his side and he grunted at the sharp sting and then whimpered. “Come, please. Touch me. Touch my d-dick, please. Daddy, please.”
“You just came, control yourself.”
“I know, but ... fuck, Daddy. So ... so ...”
Yunho-shi growled and pulled away from him. Jaejoong’s relief was only short-lived when he found himself hauled around and then pulled over Yunho-shi’s lap, still restrained, his feet sliding on the wood floor. He wasn’t really able to support himself and then Yunho-shi spanked him. Hard.
“Fuck!”
“Language!”
He was spanked again, hard and insistent. Jaejoong reveled in the pain. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to happen, but he loved the feel of Yunho-shi’s hands on his ass in anyway he could get them. The pain was just a very nice bonus.
Yunho-shi spanked him, cheek to cheek, and then down his thighs. He yanked Jaejoong’s cock and balls back behind his thighs and then did not bother to keep himself from spanking them as well. He hooked a thumb into his ass, spit on him, and tugged at the rim of his entrance, all while slapping at the most sensitive parts of his body.
“Come, please,” Jaejoong managed to say.
“Don’t. Baby. Don’t disobey me. Do not come.”
Which was one of the quickest ways to actually get him to come. Tell him no but do everything he could to make him come. Like calling him ‘baby.’ Like finger fucking him while flicking his balls. Like rubbing his own hard erection on Jaejoong’s side and leaving wet traces of precome all over his sweaty skin.
“Daddy, please, please please, Daddy.”
“No. Don’t you...”
And Jaejoong came, shivering and crying while jerking his hips and spraying his release all over his own thighs. He whimpered when Yunho-shi did not stop spanking him, concentrating on his ass though. Each smack stole what little breath he had and his vision was gray beyond the pleasure. The spanks were harder, sharper, pushing him forward on his lap, and Jaejoong realized when his hearing cleared that he was crying out with each one.
And then they stopped. Yunho-shi pushed him off his lap and his hand went to his own cock, stroking himself with an agenda.
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to kneel and suck on him.
Yunho-shi smacked him across the face. “No. Bad baby.”
Jaejoong pouted, lowering his eyes. Fucking hell why did that make his cock throb so much? He was a masochistic sex fiend, that’s why.
He huffed and sniffed, trying to look contrite and not so satisfied with his ass on fire and his cock still pulsing precome all over the place. He glanced up and met Yunho-shi’s eyes. Expectant. Waiting for something.
Jaejoong shuffled forward a little bit, not touching with his hands and lay his head on Yunho-shi’s thigh.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I ... I’m sorry I disappointed you.”
Firm fingers tugged his hair. “Make it up to me, baby.”
“How, Daddy?”
“How do you want to?”
Jaejoong’s gaze gleamed at Yunho-shi’s erection. “I want to suck on Daddy’s cock.”
“That is a treat, baby, for when you behave.”
Jaejoong pouted at him and crossed his arms. “Then what?”
Yunho-shi tugged him up and Jaejoong climbed into his lap, moaning when he sank back down on Yunho-shi’s cock. It wasn’t slick enough, but he barely cared, dropping and forcing more into his body.
“How ... how is this ... not a treat, Daddy?”
Yunho-shi chuckled. “I guess it is, but this is the best way for you to show me how much you want me, baby. How much do you want Daddy’s cock?”
Jaejoong swallowed, shifting his hips. “So much. All the time.”
“Spend the next two weeks proving that and I’ll think about forgiving you.”
“So you’re going to spend two weeks punishing me?”
“That doesn’t sound too bad from my point of view, and I know you agree. So what, baby? What are you going to do to make me forgive you right now?”
Daring and knowing that Yunho-shi’s ultimate rejection was going to hurt, Jaejoong leaned forward and kissed him, shaking in surprise when he wasn’t pushed away. One hand stayed on his ass, the other went up into his hair. The dirty hand, covered in Jaejoong’s come.
The kiss went on for much longer than Jaejoong was expecting. When Yunho-shi finally pulled away, he smiled and said, “Okay. That works. Kisses from you will fix anything.”
Jaejoong bit his lip against the hopeful flare in his chest. But it must have shown in his eyes, because Yunho-shi’s soft look turned to a bit of a glare.
A warning. Don’t ask. Don’t bring it up.
Don’t ... just go with it.
It was the best Jaejoong was going to get. He went with it and kissed Yunho-shi again, murmuring a soft, “I love you, Daddy,” against his lips.
Yunho-shi’s kiss deepened for only a moment before he said, “I love you too, baby. Now ride me. Show me how much you want Daddy’s cock.”
A command Jaejoong had no problems following.
Part 1: Dolled up and Pretty
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17 Warning: incest, bdsm
Disclaimer: Why do I write such things? The only answer I have is that I cannot actually possess them.
Summary: Jaejoong thought he was in control of this. He was ... until there were suddenly emotions involved.
Warning: Father-son incest, daddy kink, bondage, cross dressing, master/sub themes, watersports ... sort of, spanking, emotional shit
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Discipline. Jaejoong is 19 in this fic, and Yunho is 45. Yunho is still an asshole, so don't let the title convince you otherwise. It was too long for a single post so now it is two parts.
Part 2:
Disoriented, Jaejoong twisted in bed. It was too soft, too perfect for his dorm room bed, and there was also the body heat of a partner, which meant he wasn’t in his dorm room and he sat up, blinking and remembered yesterday like a punch to his gut.
Or not quite yesterday. His clock showed that it was eleven thirty at night. He rubbed his face. He was still in the skirt. Still in the socks. And sticky with dried come and sweat.
Fuck, he needed a shower.
Yunho-shi was still in bed with him. Sleeping. And Jaejoong stared, eyes wide.
Yunho-shi never, ever slept with him. Ever.
Jaejoong growled and flung himself away from Yunho-shi, off his bed, toward his bathroom. Fuck. This was ... so fucked up. More fucked up. He almost tore the skirt taking it off and he flung the socks against the wall as hard as he could. He turned the shower on and pissed while the water heated up.
Hot water. Almost too hot. He stood under the spray, let it pummel his face, wash away, beat away, force away the emotions.
And he scrubbed his body, scrubbed the come off his skin, scrubbed away the soft touches and kisses and the feel of Yunho-shi’s gentle hands.
It was too much.
He turned the water off with a growl and was almost too violent drying himself off. In his closet, he contemplated his choices. He slept naked a lot, but not always, and with Yunho-shi in his bed, naked was an invitation. Actually, just being here was an invitation.
He stood there and realized his stomach hurt. Was he hungry? Probably, but he felt like throwing up, too. Just ... sleep was better than anything. He pulled on a pair of loose shorts and was headed back to bed when he remembered.
He was home. When he was home, he was required to wear a cockring. Not always when he slept, but ... well, it’d be okay. He had a feeling Yunho-shi wasn’t going to sleep much longer before fucking him again.
Obedience. Discipline.
Jaejoong huffed, but did as he was ordered, as he wanted. He stroked himself to hardness and twisted a complicated cockring around him. One that was adjustable. It was just a black strip of rubber with three loops that hooked around his balls and his dick. He made it too tight.
Yunho-shi would have made it even tighter.
Shaking a little, Jaejoong pulled the shorts back up and then went into his room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, only the light green glow of his clock allowing him to see. It was almost midnight now.
Yunho-shi was still there.
Jaejoong shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and went back to bed.
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Jaejoong woke up again to a soft touch along his chest. It was a bit annoying because he didn’t want to wake up and face the day. Or face Yunho-shi, who was the one touching him. Hopefully.
He pried open and eye just to make sure, and then groaned at Yunho-shi’s smile.
All these smiles were messing with Jaejoong’s head. And his heart. He rolled over, away from Yunho-shi, but the man just moved his touches to Jaejoong’s back and down toward his ass.
His cock throbbed.
Right. The cockring. Fuck.
“Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes,” Yunho-shi whispered just before lips touched Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Affection was a strange look on Yunho-shi.
Jaejoong grunted.
“Yes, there will be coffee, drama queen.”
Jaejoong didn’t look at him again until Yunho-shi moved away, taking his warmth and his touches and his confusion with him. Well, not the confusion. That stayed.
Yunho-shi slipped on his boxers and dress pants. He put on the button down and only did up a few of the buttons, leaving his strong chest mostly on display.
“I’ve dismissed the servants for the weekend, save the cook, Jihoon, and a driver. There are two options for you to wear to breakfast. You can make your own choice on which you prefer. Do not be late.”
Jaejoong snorted. He was never, ever late.
Yunho-shi flung his suitcoat and tie over his arm, turned away from him, and left the bedroom.
With a heavy breath, Jaejoong sat up. His cock was hard and throbbing. He probably should not have slept with it on, and was probably going to cause some sort of permanent damage, but taking it off meant coming without permission. Hopefully, Yunho-shi would let him come during breakfast.
In his closet, Jaejoong stopped and stared for a moment and then shut his eyes, contemplating his choices.
Well, not that it was much of a choice. He knew which outfit he was going to choose. He just had to garner up the courage to put it on.
Hanging prominently by his shirts was another skirt, this one yellow with a subtle red plaid pattern. It was paired with a white blouse and a matching vest.
Or he could wear just slacks and a red shirt.
After last night, he was not sure if he wanted to continue this farce. It really hurt, the tightness in his chest came back. But he knew Yunho-shi. Yunho-shi was not in this for the emotions and Jaejoong was. The way Yunho-shi treated him as baby was what Jaejoong had hoped for all along. How much fake affection could Jaejoong handle before he really went crazy?
Even for a smile and a soft kiss, it was worth it to find out.
The outfit came with another pair of panties, but a thong, one that would not keep anything supported.
Red, of course.
Jaejoong slipped it on, realized a moment too late it was backwards and turned it around. The string went right up his ass and he shifted. God, talk about uncomfortable.
The clothes fit him perfectly and Jaejoong flushed that Yunho-shi had such perfect knowledge of his body size. The shirt was even tailored to fit his shoulders but still flare a bit at the waist like a female cut.
He was almost done buttoning up the vest when he saw a toy dangling from the hanger. A little red bullet.
Fuck. His cock throbbed.
But, well, choice made, he used only spit to push the toy into him. His body was still sore from the night before and the toy was small.
He had just enough time to doll up his face, use a bit of BB cream under his eyes, and then eyeliner to really make them stand out. Lip gloss with a tint of pink. It’d been a long time since he wore makeup. He hadn’t really since leaving high school.
Since he was being more masochistic than usual, Jaejoong turned the vibrations most of the way up. He had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
But he looked good. He felt like shit. But hoped that it was all enough to at least stun Yunho-shi a little bit. That was always his goal.
He left his room barefoot. Each step was careful, jostling the toy into his prostate and making his cock throb. He really hoped the laundry could get come out of clothes without staining. He actually liked this skirt a lot. It was longer than the one the night before, brushing the tops of his knees. The bulge from his ringed dick wasn’t as obvious as before.
When he walked into the dining room, he stopped in his tracks, mouth open.
Jung Yunho-shi was wearing jeans. And a white T-shirt.
Stunned. Just ... the way the shirt stretched over his shoulders, the way the jeans accentuated his thighs and ... fuck his waist, his ass, everything.
It took another moment to realize that Yunho-shi had been talking to Jihoon, and both of them were looking at him. Yunho-shi’s eyes flared with lust and then settled into that adoring look that Jaejoong craved. It was only a moment and then he turned to Jihoon, who was staring, probably drooling, and dismissed him quite harshly.
Jihoon had to clear his throat and actually put effort into turning away.
Jaejoong was sure that Jihoon was the only one on staff who knew of their relationship, but only because he’d walked in on them in a guest room once. He was paid with enough bonuses each year to keep him silent.
“Baby,” Yunho-shi said as soon as the door shut behind Jihoon. He held out his hand and Jaejoong mostly staggered into his arms, burying his face against the soft T-shirt.
Fucking hell. This was ... shit.
“You look adorable, but why so shaky?”
Emotions, love, affection, smiles, your fucking jeans, that fucking T-shirt, fucking hell.
“B-bullet,” Jaejoong said instead.
Yunho-shi laughed. “Did you already turn it on?”
Jaejoong nodded. God, Yunho-shi smelled so good. Just fresh from a shower and cologne. He wanted to eat him.
He opened his mouth on a very prominent curve of his chest.
Yunho-shi ran his hands up to Jaejoong’s hair and pulled his head back. Not roughly. Just enough to press a kiss to his lips. “Let’s eat breakfast.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and pouted, but followed Yunho-shi’s lead. He blushed when Yunho-shi pulled him into his lap, curling his arm around his waist. His hand slid along his bare leg.
The thong rubbed against his dick and ass, and Jaejoong hissed, but managed to find a comfortable spot with his ass mostly on Yunho-shi’s thigh.
He should have expected to be fed by Yunho-shi, but it still was embarrassing. Maddeningly perfect. Especially the kisses between the bites of yogurt, eggs and vegetables. Yunho-shi, at least, let him drink his own coffee. Though the kisses between each sip were warmer than the drink.
That annoying tightening in his chest got worse as the meal went on and Yunho-shi was so gentle, so affectionate. His fingers were soft on Jaejoong’s skin. There were too many endearments. Too many babys, darlings, sweeties, lovelys.
Jaejoong buried his face in Yunho-shi’s neck, arms around his back.
Yunho-shi shifted him over until Jaejoong was straddling his lap. Yunho-shi’s legs were spread. The denim was almost too harsh on Jaejoong’s thighs after feeling nothing but slacks for so long. And his hands cupped Jaejoong’s ass. A single finger hooked around the thong and pulled, the fabric going tight and pinching his balls and cock.
Jaejoong moaned at the sound of the cloth ripping. He clung tighter when he was lifted, and yelped when the cold table top touched his bare ass.
Yunho-shi chuckled and used his arm to push the dishes out of his way. A few fell to the floor and shattered. He pushed at Jaejoong’s knees, and bent him in half, spreading him open. Jaejoong flushed, arms going above his head.
A few more dishes ended up on the floor when Yunho-shi suddenly swallowed Jaejoong’s cock and Jaejoong thrashed, crying out and tensing. Two fingers pushed into him, slick with something goopy, but Jaejoong didn’t want to know. The bullet popped out of him and then a moment later, Yunho-shi’s cock was inside him, sliding too deep too soon with nothing more to lube the way.
Jaejoong panted, body taut, and just held still. Hard when he was so desperate to come already. But he wasn’t so out of it to notice that Yunho-shi’s jeans were those button-up kind and he had them undone just enough to get his large cock out and inside Jaejoong.
No boxers.
Fuck.
Jaejoong shivered, reaching for something and only knocking more dishes to the floor. Yunho-shi’s hand went under his back, lifting him just enough to change the angle of his thrusts and to get his mouth on Jaejoong’s for a heavy kiss.
“I am going to fuck you all day long today, baby. All day. I may not even come each time, I just want my cock inside you. I want to please you and posses you and worship you.”
Jaejoong moaned. God, that sounded like heaven.
“Do you like that idea, baby?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, yes ...” ... Fucking hell ... “D-daddy. Yes. All day.”
Yunho-shi smiled and kept kissing him. His thrusts sped up and Jaejoong shook, his body wanted a release. More precome and something thicker pulsed from his cock despite the restraints.
“You need to come,” Yunho-shi said. He let Jaejoong back down to the table and gripped his cock instead.
Jaejoong cried out and then shook his head.
“No?” Yunho-shi said with a smirk that was more like himself.
“Can’t ... need to piss ...”
Yunho-shi laughed at him, but let go of his dick and then pulled him back up, lifting him into his arms. Jaejoong shivered at Yunho-shi’s dick slipping from him, but he wasn’t empty long. Yunho-shi used the table to steady them, and then lowered Jaejoong back down onto his cock.
God, Yunho-shi was strong, but he did already know that.
His steps were careful, each one making his cock move inside Jaejoong, and Jaejoong moaned, biting his T-shirt covered shoulder at the sensation of his prostate being pressed against too tightly.
They left the dining room and went to the nearest guest bathroom. Yunho-shi settled Jaejoong against the sink, the marble cold on his ass. He thrust his cock inside Jaejoong a few times and then stopped long enough to take off the shirt and vest. He pouted when he pulled away to remove the skirt and the tattered remains of the thong, but then he was right back inside him, their lips together in a firm kiss while Yunho-shi fucked him, Jaejoong’s head thunked against the mirror. Fuck coming. He didn’t mind this at all.
But Yunho-shi stopped and Jaejoong pouted at him. With a laugh and a kiss, Yunho-shi pulled at the cinches on the cockring, loosening the ones around his balls first.
Jaejoong’s breath sped up and then he was moaning when he was free. His cock pulsed more fluid from it, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to piss or come first.
Yunho-shi tugged him off the counter and toward the toilet. Or so Jaejoong thought. They went to the tub instead, and Yunho-shi stepped inside and then sat on the edge and directed Jaejoong back to his cock. His feet slipped on the surface for a moment and he sat hard, forcing Yunho-shi’s dick inside him again.
Yunho-shi’s arms went around his waist to steady him and his other went right to Jaejoong’s dick. He stroked him a few times, and that was so not good, not now ... not ...
Jaejoong cried out, unconsciously rocking in Yunho-shi’s lap, fucking himself on his cock. Each stroke had him pulsing, his orgasm building and then Yunho-shi pushed on his bladder, and Jaejoong was pissing first, spraying the opposite wall with a heavy stream that sounded much louder than his own moans, and his cheeks flushed as Yunho-shi’s strokes ended up flinging a bit of it over Jaejoong’s thighs and onto his jeans.
But he didn’t have time to be embarrassed because almost as suddenly, Yunho-shi was making him move again, lifting him up and down on his cock until Jaejoong was rocking on his own again, and Yunho-shi had his hand on Jaejoong’s dick, stroking faster and the other hand squeezed his balls almost tighter than the restraints had.
Jaejoong screamed as he came, his body finally given release, and he shot his orgasm almost as far as he had pissed, the heavy clumps splatted on the bottom of the tub. The pleasure lasted longer than he thought possible and even what felt like moments later he was still shuddering, still riding Yunho-shi’s dick, still pulsing white over Yunho-shi’s knuckles.
“Good, baby?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Good, Daddy.”
“Can you stand?”
“No.”
Yunho-shi hummed in amusement and let Jaejoong catch his breath. Or breathe a bit more steadily. It was hard to catch your breath when your lover insisted on kissing at your neck and biting at your shoulders.
“Stand up,” Yunho-shi ordered.
Staggering, Jaejoong used Yunho-shi’s knees and then the opposite wall when he mostly just fell into it. His legs were rubbery from both the orgasm and the position. Like this, Yunho-shi chuckled and curled over his body, sliding his dick right back into Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong shivered and bit his lip against a cry that escaped anyway. Another moment later and the water started, too cold at first and then heating to a gentle warmth. It splashed over his skin and Yunho-shi’s clothes. Yunho-shi did not seem to care. He moved his hand from Jaejoong’s hip to rinse off the come and then turned Jaejoong around so he was directly in the spray. He used his hands to wipe him down first and then had Jaejoong bend over for the soap. The bottle slipped from his fingers since Yunho-shi decided to thrust into him, and he dropped it.
Chuckling, Yunho-shi supported Jaejoong enough to grab it from near the drain. And then he used it to wash Jaejoong’s skin, clean the come from him, and slide fingers into his ass to clean out that part of him.
“Butter doesn’t really work well as lube,” Yunho-shi said in that tone of voice that he was making a statement about a schedule.
Jaejoong snorted. Butter. Fantastic. That was a new one, even for the King of Kink.
They did not stay in the shower long. Yunho-shi pulled out of him in order for them to climb from the tub. He stripped off his soaked pants and started on the T-shirt, but Jaejoong made a noise of protest.
Yunho-shi lifted an eyebrow at him.
Swallowing, Jaejoong moved next to him, put his hands on the wet T-shirt that just clung to every muscle and licked his lips. Daring and with his brain screaming at him, he whispered, “Daddy is sexy.”
Yunho-shi growled, a low noise in his throat. “I was going to tell you to put those clothes back on, but ...”
He swooped Jaejoong into his arms, one under his knees. Jaejoong clung to him with his arms around his neck. He walked out of the bathroom, uncaring at them being naked, and Jaejoong caught a glimpse of Jihoon down the hall before Yunho-shi opened the next door over and carried Jaejoong into a reading room and right to a wooden table that was probably hundreds of years old. Probably expensive. He spun Jaejoong around, pushed him over the table and then dropped to his knees, spread Jaejoong’s asscheeks and licked him.
Jaejoong’s breath left him in a gasp and he gripped the edge of the table, spreading his legs further. The wood was cool against his skin warmed from the shower.
This was Jaejoong’s favorite thing. Beyond anything else. Because it required Yunho-shi’s attention. Because it was mostly just for his pleasure. Especially when he used his thumbs to spread open his entrance and really got his tongue inside him. He licked all up and down his cleft until spit was dripping to the floor. And then fingers, two of them, pushing into him, stretching him open. Jaejoong’s cock was throbbing already, greedy for a touch, for anything. Tongue and fingers, tongue and fingers. Back and forth, sometimes both. If he hadn’t come so recently, Jaejoong probably would have. He has before, just by being eaten out by Yunho-shi.
When Yunho-shi stopped, Jaejoong whimpered and thrust back against his face.
He got a very firm slap in return. “No, baby. Don’t you want Daddy’s cock again?”
Jaejoong whimpered, shutting his eyes and spreading his legs as much as he could without falling over. “Y-yes, please. P-please. I want Daddy’s cock.”
Instead of a firm thrust, Yunho-shi settled the head against Jaejoong’s spasming body. He pushed, just enough to breach him and then retreated. He did it again. Jaejoong fought the urge to thrust back, keeping himself in check while Yunho-shi teased his body. More thick spit dribbled down to where they connected, and Yunho-shi thrust a little more, still teasing, still with a hand on Jaejoong’s ass, gripping him and stretching him out.
“Your sweet little cunt is so perfect, baby. Even just freshly fucked it’s tight and begging for more.”
“P-please, Daddy. More. Please.”
Jaejoong shivered through a wave of pleasure and a stream of precome splattered to the floor.
“Give me your hands,” Yunho-shi demanded.
Easily, Jaejoong gripped his wrist and put his hands behind his back. The wet T-shirt wrapped around his wrists and tied him there, throwing another wave of lust through him.
“Wish ... wish I’d grabbed that thong to gag you with.”
Jaejoong smiled and turned his head to meet Yunho-shi’s eyes. “I doubt it would have been big enough.”
Yunho-shi laughed. He tangled one hand in Jaejoong’s hair and put the other on his hip, gripping tightly. And then he thrust. No more teasing. Firm movements that had Jaejoong rocking into the table, sliding his hard dick on the rougher underside. It was a love hate sort of moment. He loved being fucked, he loved being fucked by Yunho-shi, he loved being controlled and taken and used. But he hated how steady Yunho-shi was. It just meant that he was going to be fucked for a long time before Yunho-shi either came himself or let Jaejoong come.
Jaejoong did not envision himself surviving this moment, and he really didn’t want to wear them both out before their weekend even started.
So he played up the day’s theme. He wanted Yunho-shi to either come quickly or let him come and move them somewhere that wasn’t hard as wood and uncomfortable.
He moaned and then gasped, “Daddy! Fuck. Daddy!”
“Watch your language,” he said and smacked Jaejoong’s ass on out a pull out. “Be good, baby.”
“S-sorry, Daddy. So good. Fuck. So good.”
The next smack landed on his side and he grunted at the sharp sting and then whimpered. “Come, please. Touch me. Touch my d-dick, please. Daddy, please.”
“You just came, control yourself.”
“I know, but ... fuck, Daddy. So ... so ...”
Yunho-shi growled and pulled away from him. Jaejoong’s relief was only short-lived when he found himself hauled around and then pulled over Yunho-shi’s lap, still restrained, his feet sliding on the wood floor. He wasn’t really able to support himself and then Yunho-shi spanked him. Hard.
“Fuck!”
“Language!”
He was spanked again, hard and insistent. Jaejoong reveled in the pain. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to happen, but he loved the feel of Yunho-shi’s hands on his ass in anyway he could get them. The pain was just a very nice bonus.
Yunho-shi spanked him, cheek to cheek, and then down his thighs. He yanked Jaejoong’s cock and balls back behind his thighs and then did not bother to keep himself from spanking them as well. He hooked a thumb into his ass, spit on him, and tugged at the rim of his entrance, all while slapping at the most sensitive parts of his body.
“Come, please,” Jaejoong managed to say.
“Don’t. Baby. Don’t disobey me. Do not come.”
Which was one of the quickest ways to actually get him to come. Tell him no but do everything he could to make him come. Like calling him ‘baby.’ Like finger fucking him while flicking his balls. Like rubbing his own hard erection on Jaejoong’s side and leaving wet traces of precome all over his sweaty skin.
“Daddy, please, please please, Daddy.”
“No. Don’t you...”
And Jaejoong came, shivering and crying while jerking his hips and spraying his release all over his own thighs. He whimpered when Yunho-shi did not stop spanking him, concentrating on his ass though. Each smack stole what little breath he had and his vision was gray beyond the pleasure. The spanks were harder, sharper, pushing him forward on his lap, and Jaejoong realized when his hearing cleared that he was crying out with each one.
And then they stopped. Yunho-shi pushed him off his lap and his hand went to his own cock, stroking himself with an agenda.
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to kneel and suck on him.
Yunho-shi smacked him across the face. “No. Bad baby.”
Jaejoong pouted, lowering his eyes. Fucking hell why did that make his cock throb so much? He was a masochistic sex fiend, that’s why.
He huffed and sniffed, trying to look contrite and not so satisfied with his ass on fire and his cock still pulsing precome all over the place. He glanced up and met Yunho-shi’s eyes. Expectant. Waiting for something.
Jaejoong shuffled forward a little bit, not touching with his hands and lay his head on Yunho-shi’s thigh.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I ... I’m sorry I disappointed you.”
Firm fingers tugged his hair. “Make it up to me, baby.”
“How, Daddy?”
“How do you want to?”
Jaejoong’s gaze gleamed at Yunho-shi’s erection. “I want to suck on Daddy’s cock.”
“That is a treat, baby, for when you behave.”
Jaejoong pouted at him and crossed his arms. “Then what?”
Yunho-shi tugged him up and Jaejoong climbed into his lap, moaning when he sank back down on Yunho-shi’s cock. It wasn’t slick enough, but he barely cared, dropping and forcing more into his body.
“How ... how is this ... not a treat, Daddy?”
Yunho-shi chuckled. “I guess it is, but this is the best way for you to show me how much you want me, baby. How much do you want Daddy’s cock?”
Jaejoong swallowed, shifting his hips. “So much. All the time.”
“Spend the next two weeks proving that and I’ll think about forgiving you.”
“So you’re going to spend two weeks punishing me?”
“That doesn’t sound too bad from my point of view, and I know you agree. So what, baby? What are you going to do to make me forgive you right now?”
Daring and knowing that Yunho-shi’s ultimate rejection was going to hurt, Jaejoong leaned forward and kissed him, shaking in surprise when he wasn’t pushed away. One hand stayed on his ass, the other went up into his hair. The dirty hand, covered in Jaejoong’s come.
The kiss went on for much longer than Jaejoong was expecting. When Yunho-shi finally pulled away, he smiled and said, “Okay. That works. Kisses from you will fix anything.”
Jaejoong bit his lip against the hopeful flare in his chest. But it must have shown in his eyes, because Yunho-shi’s soft look turned to a bit of a glare.
A warning. Don’t ask. Don’t bring it up.
Don’t ... just go with it.
It was the best Jaejoong was going to get. He went with it and kissed Yunho-shi again, murmuring a soft, “I love you, Daddy,” against his lips.
Yunho-shi’s kiss deepened for only a moment before he said, “I love you too, baby. Now ride me. Show me how much you want Daddy’s cock.”
A command Jaejoong had no problems following.
Part 1: Dolled up and Pretty
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