Pleasures of the Mighty 12/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 12/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
A/N: Okay. I'm serious this time. I'm going on hiatus. *giggles*
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta (trshakespeare). I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 12: The Penance
Yunho woke up to the alarm beeping. Jaejoong shifted next to him, and then was out of bed, and snapping it off.
“God, just once, come back to bed,” Yunho muttered, and buried himself into his pillow.
“You have five minutes before I come in here with a bucket of ice water.”
Yunho sighed and rolled onto his back, blinking up at the ceiling. He sighed once and then sat up. He wondered how awkward things were going to be with Jaejoong during the day.
Heechul was right though. Nothing was going to get fixed until he talked to Jaejoong.
He got out of bed and started dressing for his run. It felt like a long time since he’d been running.
The door opened, and Jaejoong entered with a bowl of water. He swore in Doushiten.
Yunho smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Why do you start listening to me now?” he muttered.
“Placating, remember.”
Jaejoong snorted.
“You can still throw it on me if you want. I do deserve it.”
Yunho didn’t actually expect him too, but quite suddenly he was drenched in icy water. It ran over his head and down his back. He lifted a dry part of his shirt to his face and wiped it out of his eyes. “Do you feel better?”
“No.”
Yunho took a few steps closer to him, but not too close. “Next time you want to punish me, tie me up to that bed and show me who’s master.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed.
Yunho grinned, and then turned around. He pulled the wet shirt off his body. The bedroom door slammed. Yunho finished changing and went out to wait for Jaejoong. They ran in silence. It was unnerving to Yunho, but he had expected worse. He was surprised Jaejoong was willing to be in his presence at all.
About five minutes away from the apartment, Yunho looked at Jae, and with a tiny smirk he sped up. Jae matched his pace, and then sped past him, Yunho gave chase but Jae could run much faster than Yunho. Jae made a show of inspecting his fingernails when Yunho finally caught up to him at the front door of his building.
“You’re like wind,” Yunho said, chest heaving.
“Why bother challenging me when you know you’re going to lose?” Jae asked, still not looking at him.
Yunho grinned. “Groveling.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be on your knees to do that?”
“Right here? Give the doorman a show? Fine.”
“Better than giving Junsu a show,” Jae snapped and spun around.
Silence settled between them again. The elevator stopped, but Yunho put his arm up, blocking Jae from leaving. “We need to talk.”
Jae scoffed and ducked under his arm.
As soon as he was inside, he went and showered, trying to think of what to say to Jaejoong. He’d have to improvise, start the conversation and see where Jaejoong took it.
He bypassed the clothes on his bed and dressed in sweat pants and a tank top before going to the kitchen. Breakfast was already out, and Jae wasn’t there. He heard the shower going in the bathroom. He ate and drank a cup of coffee and waited.
Jae came into the kitchen also wearing sweats. The tank top was stretched tight over his chest, bunching at him stomach. Yunho’s mouth went dry, but Jae’s eyes narrowed.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” he demanded.
Yunho picked up his cell phone and waved it at Jaejoong. He called Yoona.
She answered with, “What is it this time?”
“Sorry, Yoona, but please. I need today.”
“Those slaves of yours are more trouble than they’re worth. You still owe me something pretty.”
“I owe you a mansion on the hill. Call me if there are any problems.”
“I will.”
He disconnected. He met Jaejoong’s eyes.
“We need to talk,” he said. “Now.”
“Fine. Talk.”
“Not here. Come on.”
“What?”
“Bedroom. Sound proof.”
“For talking?”
“I’d rather not say something that Junsu might hear and misconstrue the meaning of. I need to talk to him, too, but right now, you’re more important to me.”
Jae furrowed his eyebrows, walking past Yunho into his bedroom. Yunho shut the door. He turned the stereo on. Soft piano music filled the room. Jaejoong’s favorite. Yunho sat cross legged on the bed and patted the spot in front of him.
Jae sat, but didn’t turn to face him, eyes on the floor.
Yunho followed the curve of Jae’s jaw with his eyes.
“Why am I more important to you right now?” Jae asked.
Yunho’s breath caught when their eyes met. “You’re mad at me.”
“Is that all?” Jae demanded. “Just because I’m mad at you? God, you are such a -“
“That’s not all, Jae. Come on. I am sorry, about yesterday. I’m not exactly the best at expressing my feelings, but I shouldn’t have avoided you or tried to manipulate you. There are so many feelings when I think of you. I like you, Jaejoong. A lot. More than I should, more than I ever thought I would. We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks. Everything seems to be happening all at once, and I no longer have any idea what I do and don’t have control over.”
“God, you talk a lot.”
“Forgive me, Jae. Please. I miss your smiles and kisses and-“
“Shut up. Really, just shut up.” Jae stood up and started pacing a hole into the carpet.
Yunho watched him for a moment and then said carefully, “This is about more than sex, Jaejoong. It’s always been more than that between you and me.”
Jae stopped and crossed his arms. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Yunho stood up, but stayed at the end of the bed when Jae’s body tensed. “It means that I love you. It means that even if I really shouldn’t have done it, I’m so glad that I went to the traders with Yoochun that day.”
Jae looked away, biting his lower lip.
“You always do that when you’re thinking,” Yunho said. “You stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating. You cover you mouth when you laugh. And you make cute little faces when you don’t think I’m watching you. I saw the way your countrymen respected you and talked to you and how you treated them. I can tell that you were-are a proud leader, and fair, and courteous and kind.”
“What about Junsu?”
Yunho sighed. “It’s like you told me. I love who he used to be. I don’t know him now. I hope to love him as he is now. You knew that if I bought him that you’d have to share me.”
Jaejoong flinched.
“Why-“
“Because you love him,” Jae said quickly, “and I … I wasn’t sure if you-”
“I love you, Jae, I do.”
“You make it really hard to be angry at you.”
Yunho chuckled. “I know.”
“I’ve never been in love,” he whispered.
Yunho covered the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s body. “Do you love me?”
Jae looked up at him. “Maybe. Probably. I don’t know. It really hurt finding you with Junsu. Like you’d taken all your kisses away from me.”
“Can I give them back?”
Jae’s mouth quirked in a grin. “Pabo,” he whispered and then leaned up and pressed their lips together. Yunho moaned, arms tightening. Jaejoong’s hands slid up Yunho’s arms and along his shoulders and neck before twisting in his hair. Yunho let Jae lead the kiss, not pressing for more until Jae’s tongue licked his upper lip. Jae moaned when their tongues touched.
They kissed for long minutes. And then Jae broke away, gasping for just a moment. With a smile, he fisted Yunho’s tank in his hands and then prodded him over to the bed. Yunho’s knees hit the mattress and he fell back. The tank ripped, and Jae licked his lower lip.
“Someone mentioned groveling earlier,” Jae said. He leaned down, forced a short kiss to Yunho’s mouth, and then moved away. He crawled to the head of the bed. Yunho couldn’t tear his eyes away from that lithe body as it arched. Jae caressed each pillow before adding it to the pile growing in the middle of the bed. Finally satisfied, he laid back, staring at Yunho with eyebrows raised. He quirked a finger at him.
Yunho smiled and crawled up to Jae, hands and knees on either side of his body. Their lips met again in a slow, yet demanding kiss.
“Do I get to worship you now?” Yunho whispered.
Jae shivered. “Fuck, yes.”
Yunho moved his lips to Jae’s chin, dragging his lower lip up his jaw line. His closed his mouth over the skin just below Jae’s ear.
Jae whimpered, breath harsh.
With a single lick on Jae’s earlobe, he moved down Jae’s neck, only licking lightly every inch or so. He closed his mouth around Jae’s collar bone, and then licked over his shoulder. He adjusted until he could sit, body pressed against Jae’s stomach. He tugged on the tank top, and Jae lifted his arms enough for Yunho to remove it. He kissed and bit at Jae’s muscled shoulders, listening to the other’s harsh breathing.
Yunho moved his lips down Jae’s chest, fingers dancing along the band of sweats at his hips.
“Fuck,” Jae whispered as Yunho’s tongue darted out to flick a nipple. “God, Yunho, I fucking swear if you don’t finish this, I’m going to cook you substandard food for the rest of your life.”
Yunho chuckled, breath ghosting along Jae’s skin. “That is not much of a threat because even your substandard food would taste good.”
Yunho pulled the nipple into his mouth with a hard suck and whatever Jae was going to say was lost in a moan. Jae’s hands slid up and down his sides, across his back and shoulders, fingers clenching the muscles as Yunho continued to abuse the nipple in his mouth. And then he moved the abuse down, biting lightly at skin. Yunho ran his tongue over Jae’s abs. There were still fading bruises marking Jae’s body, and he kissed each one, ran his tongue over them before moving to the next.
Jae’s hand settled in his hair, tightening as his body quivered under Yunho’s tender treatment.
He pushed the side of sweats down far enough to lick at the bend in Jae’s hip. Jae jerked and cried out. Yunho was painfully aware of the erection just a couple inches from his face, but he ignored it, and moved to the other side, pushing the material down again. Jae arched up with a whimper and tried to take the sweats off.
Yunho laughed against his skin. He settled back on his legs and took off Jae’s sweats, breath catching when there were no boxers underneath. He ran finger tips up and down Jae’s thighs and hips, and stared at Jae’s body. His chest was heaving, eyes shut. His hands clenched in the bedspread. His cock was royalty. Pure and utter royalty. Straight, reaching for his belly button. It pulsed, grew a darker shade of flesh as Yunho continued to stare at it.
“Yunho,” Jae whispered.
Yunho smiled and flicked his tongue over the hot skin of Jae’s stomach. “Yeah, Jae?”
Another whimper. Shaking hands settled on Yunho’s head. “Please.”
Yunho lifted Jae’s cock away from his body. Clear fluid puddled on Jae’s abs. He pressed his lips to the soft head, and then licked the slit with the tip of his tongue. Yunho moaned, closed his lips around the flesh and sucked the fluid into his mouth.
Jae arched off the bed with a cry.
Yunho took more of Jae into his mouth, groaning when Jae gripped his hair and thrust up. Yunho moaned again, forcing more of Jae down his throat, sliding back up. It’d been a while since he sucked a cock, but not long enough that he forgot how to do it well.
“Fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho relaxed and let Jae fuck his mouth. He was so fucking hard. He slipped a hand into his sweats and started stroking his cock, quick, in cadence with Jae’s thrusts down his throat.
Incoherent moans echoed around the room, punctuated with shouts in Doushiten that made Yunho chuckle, causing more moans and more shouts. As Jae’s breath grew more ragged and his cock grew in Yunho’s mouth, Yunho reasserted himself and held Jae’s hips down.
Jae’s whimper turned to a guttural moan as Yunho took all of Jae down his throat, pressing lips against his body.
“Shit, Yunho.” More Doushiten.
Another deep suck, and then another, and Jae’s hands tightened even more in Yunho’s hair, pulling it. Yunho shut his eyes, relishing in the pain, his neglected cock throbbing with need.
“Fuck, Yunho, I’m … God.” Jae screamed. His cock pulsed in Yunho’s mouth, and Yunho almost pulled away, and instead, wrapped his tongue up and around the head of Jae’s cock. Jae screamed again and then warm come filled Yunho’s mouth and throat. He swallowed, head light and body shaking. He stroked his cock again, and continued to suck until Jae’s whimpered and tugged on his hair.
Yunho moaned in pleasure, and then let Jae’s cock fall out of his mouth. He shucked off his sweats before kissing up Jae’s body, licking around nipples and up his chest and neck. Their lips met. Yunho’s hand sped up on his cock, jerking as Jae demanded more and more from his mouth. The other hand was clutched into the blankets beside Jae’s head.
Jae’s hands were still wrapped tightly in Yunho’s hair.
Yunho whimpered into his mouth, needing to breath, gasp, and faint all at once as the pleasure and built up frustration in his body finally found its release. He came hard, body jerking, covering Jae’s stomach.
Almost immediately the kiss turned soft as breathing was reigned in. Yunho fought to control himself, wanting nothing more than to fall on Jae’s body.
“Who fucking taught you how to suck cock?” Jae gasped.
“Heechul.”
“Next time I see him, remind me to thank him.”
Yunho laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jae’s mouth. “There were lots of other things I wanted to talk to you about before I did something like that.”
“You talk too much,” Jae said, breath still harsh.
Yunho laughed and ran his fingers over Jae’s chest.
Jae smiled and then kissed Yunho roughly. “You said something about tying you to the bed?”
Yunho broke away, eyes wide, breath short, cock twitching. He didn’t struggle when Jae pushed his shoulders to the bed. Jae straddled him, settling over Yunho’s stomach. The come on his skin dripped onto Yunho.
“What?” Jae asked innocently. “You’re the one that offered.”
Yunho’s eyes shut as Jae started kissing his neck, biting, leaving marks. Yunho kept his arms spread, fingers clutched into the sheets as Jae bit harder and moved lower. He couldn’t mask his groans, or help it when his hips thrust up. He was hard again, and he craved skin on his cock. Jae tsked at him, grabbing his hips and holding him to the bed. He bit across Yunho’s abs. Yunho shut his eyes, and tilted his head back.
Jae tsked at him again. “Watch me.”
Yunho looked back down, eyes opening just in time to see Jae lick up the come from his skin. His tongue darted close to the head of Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped.
Jae flicked his tongue over Yunho’s skin on his way back up his body. “Maybe next time,” he whispered and closed his mouth around Yunho’s nipple for a moment. Yunho cried out and arched into him as pleasure tossed him around. “Next time,” Jae continued, “I’ll take that ugly orange tie that matches with nothing in your closet and use it to bind your hands to the head board.”
“Please,” Yunho whimpered.
“You shut your eyes.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open, not even realizing he’d closed them. Jae was less than an inch from his face. He held eye contact as he pressed a kiss to Yunho’s lips.
“Turn over.” The command was barely whispered, brushed over his lips, so he felt more than heard it. Arms over his head, Yunho did as he was told.
The first bite was the back of his neck, Yunho groaned and arched into the next one at the juncture of shoulder and hip.
“Hold still.” Another command against skin.
The bites continued down his back, each one a different level of intensity. Each one making his skin shake more than that last. He was begging, noises muffled in the pillow under his face as Jae’s hands stroked up and down his hips and sides and his mouth abused his skin and muscles.
By the time Jae reached his ass, Yunho was a writhing, sweaty mess, thrusting against the bed, with no coherent thought beyond the need running through his brain, sparking on his skin and tightening around his body.
“Please, Jaejoong, god, please.”
Teeth dug into his ass, and Yunho cried out and pushed back against it. Jae bit down harder, and Yunho tried so hard not to move, but god, he needed Jae inside of him. He begged again and again as Jae continued to bite at his ass and down the back of his thighs.
And then suddenly, the bites stopped.
Yunho’s breathing echoed through the room.
Softly, a finger ran along the curve of his ass. Yunho whimpered and looked behind him. Jae was lying between his spread legs, held up by an elbow, his face cradled in his hand. The other hand was moving, fingers caresses his skin, down one cheek along the other, closer and closer, slipping briefly between his cheek before tracing around the edge again.
Jae met his eyes. He smiled slowly and raised his eyebrows.
Yunho swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to formulate an answer to the unasked question.
“Bathroom, drawer.”
Jae’s smiled widened. “Don’t move.” He smacked Yunho’s ass and then rolled off the bed.
Through lustful eyes, Yunho watched him walk across the room. He got his first real look of the tattoo covering Jaejoong’s body, and the colorful wings, and dark swirls branching around his waist and down his ass. He wondered how long it would take him to run his tongue along every inked line.
Jae disappeared, and Yunho groaned in disappointment. If Jae took too long, he was going to start thinking about how this probably wasn’t such a great idea and he didn’t need to be thinking that right now when all he really needed was a good fucking.
“Jae,” he whined.
Jae laughed and then reappeared, tossing a red bottle from hand to hand. “It was way back in the back of the bottom drawer,” Jae said. “When was the last time you actually got to use it?”
Yunho buried his face back in the pillow and told Jae to shut up.
“What was that?”
Yunho moved his face. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Jae laughed again and crawled back on the bed. He made a show of popping open the top of the lube and covering his fingers with it. While he slipped his fingers together, he upended the bottle.
Yunho jerked away on reflex as the cool liquid landed on his ass.
Another laugh, and then Jae’s fingers were rubbing the liquid around, curling over his cheek. When the tip of one finger dipped deep enough to brush against his hole, Yunho cried out and pushed back into the touch.
Jae smacked his ass. Yunho whole body shook as he cried out again. He lifted his ass again, begging for more. Jae rubbed it and laid over him, trailing kissed over his shoulders. His cock nestled between Yunho’s cheeks.
“Someone likes to be abused, huh?”
“God, yes.”
“Punished, controlled.”
Yunho whimpered. “Fuck, Jae. Please.”
Jae lifted up. His cock was still touching Yunho, but no longer in the way of questing fingers.
“Please, what?” Jae whispered. “Pinch you?”
Jae pinched Yunho’s ass hard, and Yunho cried out. He started humping the bed again.
“Stop squirming, babe.”
Yunho held his body still with difficulty. Jae’s finger slid back along his crack, up once and then down. Yunho pressed his face into the pillow, hands grasping the bed, and moaned, fighting the urge to arch up again.
“Fuck, Jae, if you keep teasing me, I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“No.” Yunho met Jae’s eyes with difficulty. They were black, hungry. Yunho was sure his looked the same though covered with desperation. “I want to come with you fucking me.”
Only a tiny shiver let Yunho know how much that affected Jaejoong.
“Please, Jae. Please.”
A single finger swirled around his opening and then pressed into his body. Yunho arched his head back with a cry.
“More, please.”
Jae kissed the side of Yunho’s neck, taking his time with that single finger, swirling, pressing deeper. Each press had Yunho shaking, and mewling. By the time Jae added a second finger the sheets under Yunho were wet with sweat and precum.
Yunho was dying, floating in a haze of agonizing pleasure. He only knew he was breathing because it echoed loudly in his head. He lost control long moments ago and rocked his hips against the sheets. When Jae pulled his fingers away, Yunho whimpered his name.
Jae licked down his back, over his muscles as Yunho calmed enough to actually feel each caress and lick and breath.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” Jae whispered as he kneeled behind Yunho, “but let’s consider this part of your penance.”
“God, yes.”
Jae grabbed Yunho’s hips and he eagerly lifted them, pulling his knees underneath him, but keeping his face pressed to the bed. Jae ran his hands up and down Yunho’s ass again, spreading the cheeks beyond what was comfortable, but Yunho moaned, wriggling his ass.
Jae held his cock against Yunho’s entrance, waiting until Yunho’s whimpers were almost whines, and then he thrust in, just enough to breach the muscle.
Yunho’s body arched, pushing back, but Jae pulled away, completely leaving the tight hole.
Yunho made an aggravated noise that had Jae laughing.
“Please, Jae. Please, fuck me.”
“Alright, alright.”
Jae lined up again and then pressed in. Yunho did the same, screaming and pushing back. Jae didn’t move and slid a few more inches into unbelievable tightness.
“Fuck, maybe I should have prepared you more.”
“No, fuck me. Hard, please, Jae, just, god, so good. So so good.”
Jae moved in and out, Yunho’s body clenched around him, refusing to let him go, and eyes shutting as he settled more deeply into him with each thrust. When he was pressed tightly against Yunho’s body, Jae stopped.
Yunho’s eyes were shut, mouth open, begging silently as he thrust back on Jae’s cock. Too long, way too long since he had a cock in his ass, and god, it hurt, it hurt so fucking good. He didn’t wait for Jae to move, pulling forward and then slamming himself back. He cried out, doing it again. Jae’s grip tightened on his hips. He swore in Doushiten. After another backward thrust, Jae took over, forcing himself deeper, harder faster hotter. It was messy, uncontrolled, skin slapping together, the bed creaking and sliding underneath them.
Yunho tried to push up to his hands, but only managed to move a tiny bit, ass dropping, and they both groaned at the new angle. Jae held him steady.
God, Yunho was close, so fucking close, but his body was paralyzed. He wanted to stroke his cock.
“Jae, fuck, Jae, more, god.”
Jae grunted out something that sounded like “damn pushy bottom” and then sped up. One hand held Yunho’s hips, the other slid up his back, nails scraping each ridge of his taut spine. He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s hair and pulled. Yunho’s head lifted with a needy cry as pain laced through his scalp and mixed with the pleasure coursing through his body.
But it was enough. The pleasure gathered, a blast of white blared behind Yunho’s closed eyes, his entire body jerking and clenching as he covered the bed beneath him with come. Jae grunted, and pressing his hips down, holding himself up enough to continue to fuck Yunho’s tightening hole.
“God, Yunho.” Another word in Doushiten.
Yunho tried to move, tried to fuck himself on Jae’s cock, but Jae held firm, speeding up, but keeping his thrusts short, so his cock stayed in Yunho longer, not that Yunho wanted him to ever leave. Yunho did the only thing he could and tightened his muscles more.
Jae screamed, lost his hold on Yunho’s body and fell over him, sweat soaked hair draping over his face and onto Yunho’s back. Jae closed his mouth around a patch of skin and after a few more weak thrusts, he bit down, screaming, as he filled Yunho’s body with come. Yunho whimpered underneath him, clenching and shifting, while Jae shook through his orgasm. And then Jae collapsed, his cock sliding out of him and Yunho sighed in contentment as his body continued to clench, trying to keep Jae’s come from slipping out of his hole.
Jae was the first to move, but only enough to place a kiss on Yunho’s sweaty neck.
“Am I forgiven?” Yunho whispered.
Jae shoved a finger into Yunho’s ribs. Yunho jerked and cried out.
“No,” Jae said. “You’re going to have to have sex with me until I say otherwise.”
Yunho laughed.
Jae shifted to one side, keeping an arm and leg draped over Yunho’s body, cock pressed against Yunho’s hip. “And,” Jae said, “in about twenty minutes, we’re going to have to go another round just to see how sincere you are in your apologies.”
Yunho turned to his side, his lower half protesting for a moment before settling into a deep, well-fucked ache. He gathered Jaejoong close and kissed him. Their limbs entwined, twisted.
Jae suddenly pulled away and made a face.
“What?”
He lifted his hand, covered in Yunho’s come that was on the bed.
Yunho grinned, took Jae by the wrist and brought the hand to his mouth, licking it clean.
Jae moaned. “I don’t think we have to wait twenty minutes.”
“Good,” Yunho said, and pushed Jaejoong to his back and kissed him again.
Part 13: The Pursuit
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
A/N: Okay. I'm serious this time. I'm going on hiatus. *giggles*
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta (trshakespeare). I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 12: The Penance
Yunho woke up to the alarm beeping. Jaejoong shifted next to him, and then was out of bed, and snapping it off.
“God, just once, come back to bed,” Yunho muttered, and buried himself into his pillow.
“You have five minutes before I come in here with a bucket of ice water.”
Yunho sighed and rolled onto his back, blinking up at the ceiling. He sighed once and then sat up. He wondered how awkward things were going to be with Jaejoong during the day.
Heechul was right though. Nothing was going to get fixed until he talked to Jaejoong.
He got out of bed and started dressing for his run. It felt like a long time since he’d been running.
The door opened, and Jaejoong entered with a bowl of water. He swore in Doushiten.
Yunho smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Why do you start listening to me now?” he muttered.
“Placating, remember.”
Jaejoong snorted.
“You can still throw it on me if you want. I do deserve it.”
Yunho didn’t actually expect him too, but quite suddenly he was drenched in icy water. It ran over his head and down his back. He lifted a dry part of his shirt to his face and wiped it out of his eyes. “Do you feel better?”
“No.”
Yunho took a few steps closer to him, but not too close. “Next time you want to punish me, tie me up to that bed and show me who’s master.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed.
Yunho grinned, and then turned around. He pulled the wet shirt off his body. The bedroom door slammed. Yunho finished changing and went out to wait for Jaejoong. They ran in silence. It was unnerving to Yunho, but he had expected worse. He was surprised Jaejoong was willing to be in his presence at all.
About five minutes away from the apartment, Yunho looked at Jae, and with a tiny smirk he sped up. Jae matched his pace, and then sped past him, Yunho gave chase but Jae could run much faster than Yunho. Jae made a show of inspecting his fingernails when Yunho finally caught up to him at the front door of his building.
“You’re like wind,” Yunho said, chest heaving.
“Why bother challenging me when you know you’re going to lose?” Jae asked, still not looking at him.
Yunho grinned. “Groveling.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be on your knees to do that?”
“Right here? Give the doorman a show? Fine.”
“Better than giving Junsu a show,” Jae snapped and spun around.
Silence settled between them again. The elevator stopped, but Yunho put his arm up, blocking Jae from leaving. “We need to talk.”
Jae scoffed and ducked under his arm.
As soon as he was inside, he went and showered, trying to think of what to say to Jaejoong. He’d have to improvise, start the conversation and see where Jaejoong took it.
He bypassed the clothes on his bed and dressed in sweat pants and a tank top before going to the kitchen. Breakfast was already out, and Jae wasn’t there. He heard the shower going in the bathroom. He ate and drank a cup of coffee and waited.
Jae came into the kitchen also wearing sweats. The tank top was stretched tight over his chest, bunching at him stomach. Yunho’s mouth went dry, but Jae’s eyes narrowed.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” he demanded.
Yunho picked up his cell phone and waved it at Jaejoong. He called Yoona.
She answered with, “What is it this time?”
“Sorry, Yoona, but please. I need today.”
“Those slaves of yours are more trouble than they’re worth. You still owe me something pretty.”
“I owe you a mansion on the hill. Call me if there are any problems.”
“I will.”
He disconnected. He met Jaejoong’s eyes.
“We need to talk,” he said. “Now.”
“Fine. Talk.”
“Not here. Come on.”
“What?”
“Bedroom. Sound proof.”
“For talking?”
“I’d rather not say something that Junsu might hear and misconstrue the meaning of. I need to talk to him, too, but right now, you’re more important to me.”
Jae furrowed his eyebrows, walking past Yunho into his bedroom. Yunho shut the door. He turned the stereo on. Soft piano music filled the room. Jaejoong’s favorite. Yunho sat cross legged on the bed and patted the spot in front of him.
Jae sat, but didn’t turn to face him, eyes on the floor.
Yunho followed the curve of Jae’s jaw with his eyes.
“Why am I more important to you right now?” Jae asked.
Yunho’s breath caught when their eyes met. “You’re mad at me.”
“Is that all?” Jae demanded. “Just because I’m mad at you? God, you are such a -“
“That’s not all, Jae. Come on. I am sorry, about yesterday. I’m not exactly the best at expressing my feelings, but I shouldn’t have avoided you or tried to manipulate you. There are so many feelings when I think of you. I like you, Jaejoong. A lot. More than I should, more than I ever thought I would. We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks. Everything seems to be happening all at once, and I no longer have any idea what I do and don’t have control over.”
“God, you talk a lot.”
“Forgive me, Jae. Please. I miss your smiles and kisses and-“
“Shut up. Really, just shut up.” Jae stood up and started pacing a hole into the carpet.
Yunho watched him for a moment and then said carefully, “This is about more than sex, Jaejoong. It’s always been more than that between you and me.”
Jae stopped and crossed his arms. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Yunho stood up, but stayed at the end of the bed when Jae’s body tensed. “It means that I love you. It means that even if I really shouldn’t have done it, I’m so glad that I went to the traders with Yoochun that day.”
Jae looked away, biting his lower lip.
“You always do that when you’re thinking,” Yunho said. “You stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating. You cover you mouth when you laugh. And you make cute little faces when you don’t think I’m watching you. I saw the way your countrymen respected you and talked to you and how you treated them. I can tell that you were-are a proud leader, and fair, and courteous and kind.”
“What about Junsu?”
Yunho sighed. “It’s like you told me. I love who he used to be. I don’t know him now. I hope to love him as he is now. You knew that if I bought him that you’d have to share me.”
Jaejoong flinched.
“Why-“
“Because you love him,” Jae said quickly, “and I … I wasn’t sure if you-”
“I love you, Jae, I do.”
“You make it really hard to be angry at you.”
Yunho chuckled. “I know.”
“I’ve never been in love,” he whispered.
Yunho covered the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s body. “Do you love me?”
Jae looked up at him. “Maybe. Probably. I don’t know. It really hurt finding you with Junsu. Like you’d taken all your kisses away from me.”
“Can I give them back?”
Jae’s mouth quirked in a grin. “Pabo,” he whispered and then leaned up and pressed their lips together. Yunho moaned, arms tightening. Jaejoong’s hands slid up Yunho’s arms and along his shoulders and neck before twisting in his hair. Yunho let Jae lead the kiss, not pressing for more until Jae’s tongue licked his upper lip. Jae moaned when their tongues touched.
They kissed for long minutes. And then Jae broke away, gasping for just a moment. With a smile, he fisted Yunho’s tank in his hands and then prodded him over to the bed. Yunho’s knees hit the mattress and he fell back. The tank ripped, and Jae licked his lower lip.
“Someone mentioned groveling earlier,” Jae said. He leaned down, forced a short kiss to Yunho’s mouth, and then moved away. He crawled to the head of the bed. Yunho couldn’t tear his eyes away from that lithe body as it arched. Jae caressed each pillow before adding it to the pile growing in the middle of the bed. Finally satisfied, he laid back, staring at Yunho with eyebrows raised. He quirked a finger at him.
Yunho smiled and crawled up to Jae, hands and knees on either side of his body. Their lips met again in a slow, yet demanding kiss.
“Do I get to worship you now?” Yunho whispered.
Jae shivered. “Fuck, yes.”
Yunho moved his lips to Jae’s chin, dragging his lower lip up his jaw line. His closed his mouth over the skin just below Jae’s ear.
Jae whimpered, breath harsh.
With a single lick on Jae’s earlobe, he moved down Jae’s neck, only licking lightly every inch or so. He closed his mouth around Jae’s collar bone, and then licked over his shoulder. He adjusted until he could sit, body pressed against Jae’s stomach. He tugged on the tank top, and Jae lifted his arms enough for Yunho to remove it. He kissed and bit at Jae’s muscled shoulders, listening to the other’s harsh breathing.
Yunho moved his lips down Jae’s chest, fingers dancing along the band of sweats at his hips.
“Fuck,” Jae whispered as Yunho’s tongue darted out to flick a nipple. “God, Yunho, I fucking swear if you don’t finish this, I’m going to cook you substandard food for the rest of your life.”
Yunho chuckled, breath ghosting along Jae’s skin. “That is not much of a threat because even your substandard food would taste good.”
Yunho pulled the nipple into his mouth with a hard suck and whatever Jae was going to say was lost in a moan. Jae’s hands slid up and down his sides, across his back and shoulders, fingers clenching the muscles as Yunho continued to abuse the nipple in his mouth. And then he moved the abuse down, biting lightly at skin. Yunho ran his tongue over Jae’s abs. There were still fading bruises marking Jae’s body, and he kissed each one, ran his tongue over them before moving to the next.
Jae’s hand settled in his hair, tightening as his body quivered under Yunho’s tender treatment.
He pushed the side of sweats down far enough to lick at the bend in Jae’s hip. Jae jerked and cried out. Yunho was painfully aware of the erection just a couple inches from his face, but he ignored it, and moved to the other side, pushing the material down again. Jae arched up with a whimper and tried to take the sweats off.
Yunho laughed against his skin. He settled back on his legs and took off Jae’s sweats, breath catching when there were no boxers underneath. He ran finger tips up and down Jae’s thighs and hips, and stared at Jae’s body. His chest was heaving, eyes shut. His hands clenched in the bedspread. His cock was royalty. Pure and utter royalty. Straight, reaching for his belly button. It pulsed, grew a darker shade of flesh as Yunho continued to stare at it.
“Yunho,” Jae whispered.
Yunho smiled and flicked his tongue over the hot skin of Jae’s stomach. “Yeah, Jae?”
Another whimper. Shaking hands settled on Yunho’s head. “Please.”
Yunho lifted Jae’s cock away from his body. Clear fluid puddled on Jae’s abs. He pressed his lips to the soft head, and then licked the slit with the tip of his tongue. Yunho moaned, closed his lips around the flesh and sucked the fluid into his mouth.
Jae arched off the bed with a cry.
Yunho took more of Jae into his mouth, groaning when Jae gripped his hair and thrust up. Yunho moaned again, forcing more of Jae down his throat, sliding back up. It’d been a while since he sucked a cock, but not long enough that he forgot how to do it well.
“Fuck, Yunho.”
Yunho relaxed and let Jae fuck his mouth. He was so fucking hard. He slipped a hand into his sweats and started stroking his cock, quick, in cadence with Jae’s thrusts down his throat.
Incoherent moans echoed around the room, punctuated with shouts in Doushiten that made Yunho chuckle, causing more moans and more shouts. As Jae’s breath grew more ragged and his cock grew in Yunho’s mouth, Yunho reasserted himself and held Jae’s hips down.
Jae’s whimper turned to a guttural moan as Yunho took all of Jae down his throat, pressing lips against his body.
“Shit, Yunho.” More Doushiten.
Another deep suck, and then another, and Jae’s hands tightened even more in Yunho’s hair, pulling it. Yunho shut his eyes, relishing in the pain, his neglected cock throbbing with need.
“Fuck, Yunho, I’m … God.” Jae screamed. His cock pulsed in Yunho’s mouth, and Yunho almost pulled away, and instead, wrapped his tongue up and around the head of Jae’s cock. Jae screamed again and then warm come filled Yunho’s mouth and throat. He swallowed, head light and body shaking. He stroked his cock again, and continued to suck until Jae’s whimpered and tugged on his hair.
Yunho moaned in pleasure, and then let Jae’s cock fall out of his mouth. He shucked off his sweats before kissing up Jae’s body, licking around nipples and up his chest and neck. Their lips met. Yunho’s hand sped up on his cock, jerking as Jae demanded more and more from his mouth. The other hand was clutched into the blankets beside Jae’s head.
Jae’s hands were still wrapped tightly in Yunho’s hair.
Yunho whimpered into his mouth, needing to breath, gasp, and faint all at once as the pleasure and built up frustration in his body finally found its release. He came hard, body jerking, covering Jae’s stomach.
Almost immediately the kiss turned soft as breathing was reigned in. Yunho fought to control himself, wanting nothing more than to fall on Jae’s body.
“Who fucking taught you how to suck cock?” Jae gasped.
“Heechul.”
“Next time I see him, remind me to thank him.”
Yunho laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jae’s mouth. “There were lots of other things I wanted to talk to you about before I did something like that.”
“You talk too much,” Jae said, breath still harsh.
Yunho laughed and ran his fingers over Jae’s chest.
Jae smiled and then kissed Yunho roughly. “You said something about tying you to the bed?”
Yunho broke away, eyes wide, breath short, cock twitching. He didn’t struggle when Jae pushed his shoulders to the bed. Jae straddled him, settling over Yunho’s stomach. The come on his skin dripped onto Yunho.
“What?” Jae asked innocently. “You’re the one that offered.”
Yunho’s eyes shut as Jae started kissing his neck, biting, leaving marks. Yunho kept his arms spread, fingers clutched into the sheets as Jae bit harder and moved lower. He couldn’t mask his groans, or help it when his hips thrust up. He was hard again, and he craved skin on his cock. Jae tsked at him, grabbing his hips and holding him to the bed. He bit across Yunho’s abs. Yunho shut his eyes, and tilted his head back.
Jae tsked at him again. “Watch me.”
Yunho looked back down, eyes opening just in time to see Jae lick up the come from his skin. His tongue darted close to the head of Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped.
Jae flicked his tongue over Yunho’s skin on his way back up his body. “Maybe next time,” he whispered and closed his mouth around Yunho’s nipple for a moment. Yunho cried out and arched into him as pleasure tossed him around. “Next time,” Jae continued, “I’ll take that ugly orange tie that matches with nothing in your closet and use it to bind your hands to the head board.”
“Please,” Yunho whimpered.
“You shut your eyes.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open, not even realizing he’d closed them. Jae was less than an inch from his face. He held eye contact as he pressed a kiss to Yunho’s lips.
“Turn over.” The command was barely whispered, brushed over his lips, so he felt more than heard it. Arms over his head, Yunho did as he was told.
The first bite was the back of his neck, Yunho groaned and arched into the next one at the juncture of shoulder and hip.
“Hold still.” Another command against skin.
The bites continued down his back, each one a different level of intensity. Each one making his skin shake more than that last. He was begging, noises muffled in the pillow under his face as Jae’s hands stroked up and down his hips and sides and his mouth abused his skin and muscles.
By the time Jae reached his ass, Yunho was a writhing, sweaty mess, thrusting against the bed, with no coherent thought beyond the need running through his brain, sparking on his skin and tightening around his body.
“Please, Jaejoong, god, please.”
Teeth dug into his ass, and Yunho cried out and pushed back against it. Jae bit down harder, and Yunho tried so hard not to move, but god, he needed Jae inside of him. He begged again and again as Jae continued to bite at his ass and down the back of his thighs.
And then suddenly, the bites stopped.
Yunho’s breathing echoed through the room.
Softly, a finger ran along the curve of his ass. Yunho whimpered and looked behind him. Jae was lying between his spread legs, held up by an elbow, his face cradled in his hand. The other hand was moving, fingers caresses his skin, down one cheek along the other, closer and closer, slipping briefly between his cheek before tracing around the edge again.
Jae met his eyes. He smiled slowly and raised his eyebrows.
Yunho swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to formulate an answer to the unasked question.
“Bathroom, drawer.”
Jae’s smiled widened. “Don’t move.” He smacked Yunho’s ass and then rolled off the bed.
Through lustful eyes, Yunho watched him walk across the room. He got his first real look of the tattoo covering Jaejoong’s body, and the colorful wings, and dark swirls branching around his waist and down his ass. He wondered how long it would take him to run his tongue along every inked line.
Jae disappeared, and Yunho groaned in disappointment. If Jae took too long, he was going to start thinking about how this probably wasn’t such a great idea and he didn’t need to be thinking that right now when all he really needed was a good fucking.
“Jae,” he whined.
Jae laughed and then reappeared, tossing a red bottle from hand to hand. “It was way back in the back of the bottom drawer,” Jae said. “When was the last time you actually got to use it?”
Yunho buried his face back in the pillow and told Jae to shut up.
“What was that?”
Yunho moved his face. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Jae laughed again and crawled back on the bed. He made a show of popping open the top of the lube and covering his fingers with it. While he slipped his fingers together, he upended the bottle.
Yunho jerked away on reflex as the cool liquid landed on his ass.
Another laugh, and then Jae’s fingers were rubbing the liquid around, curling over his cheek. When the tip of one finger dipped deep enough to brush against his hole, Yunho cried out and pushed back into the touch.
Jae smacked his ass. Yunho whole body shook as he cried out again. He lifted his ass again, begging for more. Jae rubbed it and laid over him, trailing kissed over his shoulders. His cock nestled between Yunho’s cheeks.
“Someone likes to be abused, huh?”
“God, yes.”
“Punished, controlled.”
Yunho whimpered. “Fuck, Jae. Please.”
Jae lifted up. His cock was still touching Yunho, but no longer in the way of questing fingers.
“Please, what?” Jae whispered. “Pinch you?”
Jae pinched Yunho’s ass hard, and Yunho cried out. He started humping the bed again.
“Stop squirming, babe.”
Yunho held his body still with difficulty. Jae’s finger slid back along his crack, up once and then down. Yunho pressed his face into the pillow, hands grasping the bed, and moaned, fighting the urge to arch up again.
“Fuck, Jae, if you keep teasing me, I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“No.” Yunho met Jae’s eyes with difficulty. They were black, hungry. Yunho was sure his looked the same though covered with desperation. “I want to come with you fucking me.”
Only a tiny shiver let Yunho know how much that affected Jaejoong.
“Please, Jae. Please.”
A single finger swirled around his opening and then pressed into his body. Yunho arched his head back with a cry.
“More, please.”
Jae kissed the side of Yunho’s neck, taking his time with that single finger, swirling, pressing deeper. Each press had Yunho shaking, and mewling. By the time Jae added a second finger the sheets under Yunho were wet with sweat and precum.
Yunho was dying, floating in a haze of agonizing pleasure. He only knew he was breathing because it echoed loudly in his head. He lost control long moments ago and rocked his hips against the sheets. When Jae pulled his fingers away, Yunho whimpered his name.
Jae licked down his back, over his muscles as Yunho calmed enough to actually feel each caress and lick and breath.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” Jae whispered as he kneeled behind Yunho, “but let’s consider this part of your penance.”
“God, yes.”
Jae grabbed Yunho’s hips and he eagerly lifted them, pulling his knees underneath him, but keeping his face pressed to the bed. Jae ran his hands up and down Yunho’s ass again, spreading the cheeks beyond what was comfortable, but Yunho moaned, wriggling his ass.
Jae held his cock against Yunho’s entrance, waiting until Yunho’s whimpers were almost whines, and then he thrust in, just enough to breach the muscle.
Yunho’s body arched, pushing back, but Jae pulled away, completely leaving the tight hole.
Yunho made an aggravated noise that had Jae laughing.
“Please, Jae. Please, fuck me.”
“Alright, alright.”
Jae lined up again and then pressed in. Yunho did the same, screaming and pushing back. Jae didn’t move and slid a few more inches into unbelievable tightness.
“Fuck, maybe I should have prepared you more.”
“No, fuck me. Hard, please, Jae, just, god, so good. So so good.”
Jae moved in and out, Yunho’s body clenched around him, refusing to let him go, and eyes shutting as he settled more deeply into him with each thrust. When he was pressed tightly against Yunho’s body, Jae stopped.
Yunho’s eyes were shut, mouth open, begging silently as he thrust back on Jae’s cock. Too long, way too long since he had a cock in his ass, and god, it hurt, it hurt so fucking good. He didn’t wait for Jae to move, pulling forward and then slamming himself back. He cried out, doing it again. Jae’s grip tightened on his hips. He swore in Doushiten. After another backward thrust, Jae took over, forcing himself deeper, harder faster hotter. It was messy, uncontrolled, skin slapping together, the bed creaking and sliding underneath them.
Yunho tried to push up to his hands, but only managed to move a tiny bit, ass dropping, and they both groaned at the new angle. Jae held him steady.
God, Yunho was close, so fucking close, but his body was paralyzed. He wanted to stroke his cock.
“Jae, fuck, Jae, more, god.”
Jae grunted out something that sounded like “damn pushy bottom” and then sped up. One hand held Yunho’s hips, the other slid up his back, nails scraping each ridge of his taut spine. He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s hair and pulled. Yunho’s head lifted with a needy cry as pain laced through his scalp and mixed with the pleasure coursing through his body.
But it was enough. The pleasure gathered, a blast of white blared behind Yunho’s closed eyes, his entire body jerking and clenching as he covered the bed beneath him with come. Jae grunted, and pressing his hips down, holding himself up enough to continue to fuck Yunho’s tightening hole.
“God, Yunho.” Another word in Doushiten.
Yunho tried to move, tried to fuck himself on Jae’s cock, but Jae held firm, speeding up, but keeping his thrusts short, so his cock stayed in Yunho longer, not that Yunho wanted him to ever leave. Yunho did the only thing he could and tightened his muscles more.
Jae screamed, lost his hold on Yunho’s body and fell over him, sweat soaked hair draping over his face and onto Yunho’s back. Jae closed his mouth around a patch of skin and after a few more weak thrusts, he bit down, screaming, as he filled Yunho’s body with come. Yunho whimpered underneath him, clenching and shifting, while Jae shook through his orgasm. And then Jae collapsed, his cock sliding out of him and Yunho sighed in contentment as his body continued to clench, trying to keep Jae’s come from slipping out of his hole.
Jae was the first to move, but only enough to place a kiss on Yunho’s sweaty neck.
“Am I forgiven?” Yunho whispered.
Jae shoved a finger into Yunho’s ribs. Yunho jerked and cried out.
“No,” Jae said. “You’re going to have to have sex with me until I say otherwise.”
Yunho laughed.
Jae shifted to one side, keeping an arm and leg draped over Yunho’s body, cock pressed against Yunho’s hip. “And,” Jae said, “in about twenty minutes, we’re going to have to go another round just to see how sincere you are in your apologies.”
Yunho turned to his side, his lower half protesting for a moment before settling into a deep, well-fucked ache. He gathered Jaejoong close and kissed him. Their limbs entwined, twisted.
Jae suddenly pulled away and made a face.
“What?”
He lifted his hand, covered in Yunho’s come that was on the bed.
Yunho grinned, took Jae by the wrist and brought the hand to his mouth, licking it clean.
Jae moaned. “I don’t think we have to wait twenty minutes.”
“Good,” Yunho said, and pushed Jaejoong to his back and kissed him again.
Part 13: The Pursuit
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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