Naughty Naughty 1/4
Title: Naughty Naughty 1/4
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd discipline Jaejoong ... hard, and rough, and over and over again.
Summary: Jaejoong has been sent to yet another foster house. Yunho is barely old enough to be his father. But what Jaejoong wants, Jaejoong gets.
Warnings: light bondage, underage sex (Jaejoong is 16, Yunho is 38)
A/N: this fic is for MY JULES!!!! julili I LOVE YOU MY DARLING!!!!!!
Visual representation of this Jaejoong:
“This is not a good idea,” Yoochun said.
“Fuck off. Yes, it is.”
“No, Jae. It’s … you’re going to get kicked out again, and this is your last chance.”
“Who the fuck cares? I’ll be eighteen soon enough.”
Yoochun still looked unconvinced.
Jae smirked. He knew how to convince him. Draping an arm around his friend’s neck, Jae kissed him. “Haven’t I told you not to bite your lip like that? You’re such a cock tease.”
Yoochun blushed. “Jae … I-”
“All you have to do is take pictures of me, Chunnie.”
“Still-“
“And you get to see me naked,” Jae said. He left Yoochun’s arms and started taking his clothes off.
“God, I’m such an awful friend,” Yoochun muttered.
“The best of friends, Chunnie.” Jae moved to his dresser and grabbed lube and his red dildo.
“This is not a good idea,” he said again. “How … how do you even …”
Jae fell onto his bed and laughed. “I caught him, well, I didn’t really catch him, but I heard him jerking off when he thought I wasn’t home and he moaned my name.”
“What? When?”
“Two nights ago, right after he dropped his wife off at the airport.”
“And you’re sure she’s not going to be home for a few days.”
“I’m sure. Stop being a pussy. It’s not like I’m asking you to send pictures of yourself to him.”
Yoochun snorted.
Jae was already hard. He lay on his back and spread his legs.
“What do you want pictures of?”
“Anything but my face.”
“Why not your face?”
“Think, Chunnie. If he’s stupid and doesn’t erase them, and then someone finds them, if they see my face, they’ll know I’m under age.”
“Good point.”
Jae covered his hand in lube and started stroking his cock. It wasn’t difficult to get hard as a rock thinking of Jung Yunho. The man was gorgeous, with muscles all over. Jae caught a glimpse of him naked through a bathroom mirror. Yunho’s cock had only been half hard. He was only thirty eight, and god, he took such good care of his body. Jae had been fantasizing about him ever since.
The Jungs hadn’t been able to have children, and so they took on troubled teens, raising them until they were either sent back to the foster house, or they graduated high school. Yunho hadn’t stopped staring at Jae since day one. When he was sure Yunho was home, he made a habit of walking around in low slug sweats with no underwear and a tank top. Mrs. Jung didn’t like it and constantly shouted at him for it, but Jaejoong was not known for his obedience or respect toward foster parents.
“You do know that I did not sign up for photography classes in school to take naked pictures of you.”
Jae laughed. “Consider it a perk.”
Yoochun finally laughed with him and snapped a picture with Jae’s phone. It showed his lower half, abs tight, hand on his cock, and the end of the dildo lying next to the bed.
“Send them to him right away, whatever you take.”
Yoochun was hard as a rock after the second picture. By the third, he’d unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper to relieve the pressure.
Jae took two slickened fingers and pushed them into his ass. He moaned, loudly.
“Fuck,” Yoochun whispered. He hit record for a video and sent thirty seconds of Jae fingering himself to Yunho’s phone.
He went back to taking pictures.
Jae took the dildo and directed it to his hole.
“Hang on, Jae.”
Jae whimpered. “What?”
Yoochun moved to the side a bit, angled the phone. “Lift up your leg.” He smiled. “Better.”
“What?”
“Oh, just a perfect shot of your entire body with a red dildo pressed against your ass.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Can I fuck myself with it now, please?”
“Go for it.”
With a loud moan, Jae pushed it deep into his ass all at once. Yoochun sent a few more pictures of it to Yunho, and then all of a sudden, Jae’s phone started ringing.
Jae smiled. “God, took him long enough.”
“You want to answer it?”
“Yes.”
Yoochun handed the phone over.
Jae hit the button and whispered a breathy hello.
“God damn it, Jaejoong, what the hell are you doing?”
“Um, fucking myself with a dildo. Figured you’d be smart enough to figure that out.” Jae moaned.
“Shit. I’m in a meeting.”
“You should be here. Your cock would fill me up a lot better than this dildo.”
Yunho moaned. “You’re only sixteen, Jae.”
“Says the man who jerks off while moaning my name.”
“Jaejoong-I …”
Jae whimpered. “I’m going to come, Yunho. I have to go.”
And Jae hung up. He smiled at Yoochun. “If he calls again, just ignore it.”
“Are you really going to come?”
Jae nodded. “Yeah. God, his voice on the phone … desperate, and … fuck. I can’t wait to hear it when he’s here.”
“You think he’ll fuck you?”
“Oh, yeah. How could he resist?”
“Video or pictures of you coming?”
“Ooh, video. Good idea.”
Jae stroked himself harder, fucked his hole faster.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun whispered.
Jae managed a smile. “Are you recording?”
Yoochun hit the button. “I am now.”
“Good.” Jae moaned, breathy, quiet, adding Yunho’s name as his orgasm built. His body froze, jerking, and with a final cry of Yunho, come splattered on his stomach. His breathing was harsh in the silence. The dildo slipped from his ass.
“God, that’s hot,” Yoochun whispered.
“Did you send it?”
“Yeah.”
Jae smiled, his eyes shut as his breath steadied. “Wanna fuck me, Chunnie?"
“What?”
“Consider it a thank you for taking the pictures.”
Yoochun tossed the phone to the bed. He stripped, and then climbed over Jaejoong. Jae’s legs wrapped around his waist. With only a minor adjustment, Yoochun slid into Jaejoong’s hole.
“I’m glad you already came. I'm too close,” Yoochun said, pressing lips next to Jae’s pierced nipple.
Jae chuckled.
“You do know how beautiful you are, right?”
“Yes. Now fuck me.”
Yoochun moaned and started thrusting, nothing slow, hard and fast. He was on the brink of orgasm only moments later. Jae’s lips found his and they kissed as hard and as fast as Yoochun fucked him.
“Come, Yoochun. Fill me up.”
Yoochun shuddered, his body spasming, and with a cry, he came. He collapsed on top of Jae for a moment and then Jae laughed.
“Oh my god, I just had the best idea.”
Yoochun made a noise to show he was listening.
“A picture of my hole filled with come.”
Yoochun propped up on an elbow. “You are really evil.”
“I know. Get off me and take it.”
Yoochun rolled away, moaning when he slipped from Jaejoong’s hole.
“Come on, get up.”
He sighed and made his body cooperate. He kneeled, and found Jaejoong’s phone. Jae was on his hands and knees. Come slipped out of his hole and down his thigh. Yoochun wanted to lick it up. He snapped a picture of it, and then when Jae took a finger and touched his hole, Yoochun took another.
“Pure evil,” Yoochun muttered.
“One more,” Jae said. He brought his come covered finger to his lips, and stuck his tongue out. A couple of drops of come dripped on his collar bone. Yoochun took the picture, making sure only to show Jae’s mouth and throat and the wayward drops of come.
A few moments later, his phone beeped.
+ I’ll be home in a half hour. Tell your friend to go away. +
“Fuck yes!” Jae shouted. “That was too easy.”
Yoochun shook his head. “You’re going to get him in trouble.”
“Who’s going to tell? Oh my god, Chunnie. Let me shower really fast and then … fuck.”
“What are you planning now?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve been pretty naughty. I figure I should face the consequences of my actions.”
Yoochun grinned. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
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Yunho sped home. Fuck that kid, Fuck fuck fuck him. He’d told his wife not to take him, he was too old, too much trouble. Kim Jaejoong had an entire drawer of a filing cabinet dedicated to his misdeeds. And there were five instances of Jaejoong trying to seduce members of his foster family. Yunho hadn’t thought anything of it. Until he saw the kid half naked, body still wet from his shower.
Yunho slammed his head against the steering wheel.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
He’d been in a meeting when the pictures started coming. He’d had to excuse himself and then claimed sick so he could leave.
Fuck that kid. Fuck him.
He was still hard, but damn it, he was not going to do this. He loved his wife. He’d get in so much trouble.
But in his mind, come slipped out of a well fucked hole.
Brakes squealed to a stop. He didn’t even bother pulling in the driveway, just parked on the street in front of his house. Sprinting across the yard. He tried the knob, thankful that the door was unlocked. Kicked off his shoes.
Two steps to the stairs and he stopped, hearing a whimper from the living room.
Breath shortening with every step, he made his way there. And then he stopped completely, eyes blurring. Blinking, mouth open.
Naked, god, so much fucking naked skin.
Jae was bent over the glass coffee table. His hands were attached to the legs by leather straps. His legs were spread, ass on display. Leather straps also wrapped around his knees and tied to the other legs.
“Fuck,” Yunho breathed.
Jae whimpered again and turned his head. He was gagged, eyes begging.
Yunho took a step, swallowing. He tore off his suit jacket and tie; he tried to undo buttons on his shirt, and gave up and just ripped it, buttons flying all over.
Jae moaned.
Yunho unzipped his pants, and was naked in the next second. He stroked his cock, staring at the way Jae’s hole clenched. Jae was trying to move, the coffee table sliding on the floor. Gasps and moans and whimpers escaped from behind the gag.
Yunho moved to him, falling behind him to his knees. He ran his hands along the soft skin of Jae’s ass.
On the coffee table was a single piece of paper.
I’ve been a naughty, naughty boy. I deserve a spanking.
Yunho licked his lips. And then looked up. He met Jae’s eyes again. They were still begging, but confident and cocky and god, Yunho wanted to slap that look away.
He brought his hand back and spanked Jae’s ass as hard as he could.
Jae cried out, eyes shutting, ass jerking back, begging for more. Yunho gave him more. Slap after slap until that creamy skin was pink and hot. Yunho spanked him until his arm hurt and there were tears seeping from the corners of Jae’s eyes.
“God, you’re hot,” Yunho said. “You’re such a little slut, but you’re hot, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Jae whimpered.
Yunho spit into his hand, coating his cock with the small bit of lube. He spread Jae’s red cheeks.
“You’ve already been fucked once today. I don’t think you need lube.”
Yunho put the head of his cock against Jae’s hole and pushed, slamming into him as far as he could go.
Jae screamed behind the gag, neck arching. The muscles on his back were taught, stretched as he tried to get a grip on something, the table legs just out of his reach. Yunho moved out and in quickly, settling completely inside Jae on the second thrust.
“Such a naughty, naughty boy,” Yunho said, and fucked him, long and hard. Past the point of sweat dripping from both of their bodies. He tangled a hand into Jae’s hair, yanking with every thrust into his body. Tears mingled with sweat on Jae’s face.
Yunho unclasped the gag. “I want to hear you, you little fucking slut. I want to hear everything.”
Jae whimpered and then moaned louder as Yunho continued to fuck him.
“Please, Yunho, please … fuck, I need to come.”
“Then come.”
“Can’t … fuck …”
Yunho dropped Jae back to the table. He reached around Jae’s hip and grabbed his cock. A firm ring was nestled at the base of it.
“No, you can’t.”
“Please, please, fuck, please.”
Yunho stroked Jae’s cock, and Jae screamed.
“Yunho! Yunho, fuck.”
“Do you deserve to come?”
Jae whimpered.
“Do you?”
“No. NO!”
“Why not?”
“I’m bad. So bad. I … fuck, please. I-Yunho! Fuck!”
Yunho shivered. That strained begging voice was going to speak to him while he jerked off for the next few years.
“You are a bad, naughty piece of shit,” Yunho said, “but you’re a perfect whore.”
Yunho released the cock ring.
Jae whimpered, his body immediately tightening. With two strokes of Yunho’s hand, Jae was coming, screaming, covering the underside of the coffee table with thick strands of white. His body went limp, and his hole squeezed around Yunho’s cock.
“Thank you,” Jae breathed. “Fuck, thank you.”
Yunho’s eyes crossed, he grabbed Jae’s hips again and fucked him harder, rougher as his body shook and his orgasm crashed through him. He filled Jae’s body with come, and Jae clenched and unclenched prolonging Yunho’s orgasm until he fell forward, hands on the coffee table. He could not hold himself up and he shifted to the side, landing on his ass and leaning against the couch.
Jae sighed and moaned in utter bliss as Yunho’s come dripped from his body and down his thighs.
After a few moments to catch his breath, Yunho moved sluggishly and released the bindings on Jae’s wrists and knees. And then Jae was in his lap, kissing him, tongue reaching into his mouth.
“Best fuck of my life,” Jae said between kisses. “God, we are doing that again.”
Yunho held Jae away by his shoulders. “Are you insane? No, we’re not.”
Jae pouted and then licked Yunho’s lower lip. “Say no. Tell me that no, you don’t want to fuck me again. That you don’t want to watch me come while I ride your cock.”
Yunho’s eyes shut with a groan.
Jae smirked.
“You’re a little bitch, you know that?”
“I know.”
Yunho struggled to stand, but Jae wouldn’t let him. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower.”
“Fuck, really?”
“Yes, really. I want to make sure there isn’t a trace of your friend on your skin before I run my tongue over it all.”
Jae was up in a moment, running up the stairs. “Hurry up, old man.”
“Oh, god, you’re going to get whipped for that one.”
“Really? Then you’re an old geezer. Want me to get your Viagra ready for you?”
Yunho smiled and shook his head as he followed Jae up the stairs. Jae was already in the master bathroom, getting the water warm.
Yunho wrapped his arms around him and then bit his neck.
“You know. Your social worker was right about you.”
Jae pulled away with a disgusted look. “Must you talk about that old, ugly lady right now?”
“Well, she was right.”
“About what?”
“She told me that all you needed to do better was the right motivation, the right incentives.”
“And?”
“You go to school, every day, get good grades, and by good, I mean, B’s. I don’t expect you to get A’s. But you get B’s and I’ll let you suck my cock whenever you can.”
Jae grinned. “And what if I do get an A?”
Yunho shrugged. “Well, you’d definitely need a reward for that.” He reached down and grabbed Jae’s hardening cock. “Something you enjoy. A spanking, a fucking, come dripping out of your ass.”
Jae’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, fuck yes. I’m going to get all A’s from now on.”
Part 2: She gave me a B plus.
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd discipline Jaejoong ... hard, and rough, and over and over again.
Summary: Jaejoong has been sent to yet another foster house. Yunho is barely old enough to be his father. But what Jaejoong wants, Jaejoong gets.
Warnings: light bondage, underage sex (Jaejoong is 16, Yunho is 38)
A/N: this fic is for MY JULES!!!! julili I LOVE YOU MY DARLING!!!!!!
Visual representation of this Jaejoong:
“This is not a good idea,” Yoochun said.
“Fuck off. Yes, it is.”
“No, Jae. It’s … you’re going to get kicked out again, and this is your last chance.”
“Who the fuck cares? I’ll be eighteen soon enough.”
Yoochun still looked unconvinced.
Jae smirked. He knew how to convince him. Draping an arm around his friend’s neck, Jae kissed him. “Haven’t I told you not to bite your lip like that? You’re such a cock tease.”
Yoochun blushed. “Jae … I-”
“All you have to do is take pictures of me, Chunnie.”
“Still-“
“And you get to see me naked,” Jae said. He left Yoochun’s arms and started taking his clothes off.
“God, I’m such an awful friend,” Yoochun muttered.
“The best of friends, Chunnie.” Jae moved to his dresser and grabbed lube and his red dildo.
“This is not a good idea,” he said again. “How … how do you even …”
Jae fell onto his bed and laughed. “I caught him, well, I didn’t really catch him, but I heard him jerking off when he thought I wasn’t home and he moaned my name.”
“What? When?”
“Two nights ago, right after he dropped his wife off at the airport.”
“And you’re sure she’s not going to be home for a few days.”
“I’m sure. Stop being a pussy. It’s not like I’m asking you to send pictures of yourself to him.”
Yoochun snorted.
Jae was already hard. He lay on his back and spread his legs.
“What do you want pictures of?”
“Anything but my face.”
“Why not your face?”
“Think, Chunnie. If he’s stupid and doesn’t erase them, and then someone finds them, if they see my face, they’ll know I’m under age.”
“Good point.”
Jae covered his hand in lube and started stroking his cock. It wasn’t difficult to get hard as a rock thinking of Jung Yunho. The man was gorgeous, with muscles all over. Jae caught a glimpse of him naked through a bathroom mirror. Yunho’s cock had only been half hard. He was only thirty eight, and god, he took such good care of his body. Jae had been fantasizing about him ever since.
The Jungs hadn’t been able to have children, and so they took on troubled teens, raising them until they were either sent back to the foster house, or they graduated high school. Yunho hadn’t stopped staring at Jae since day one. When he was sure Yunho was home, he made a habit of walking around in low slug sweats with no underwear and a tank top. Mrs. Jung didn’t like it and constantly shouted at him for it, but Jaejoong was not known for his obedience or respect toward foster parents.
“You do know that I did not sign up for photography classes in school to take naked pictures of you.”
Jae laughed. “Consider it a perk.”
Yoochun finally laughed with him and snapped a picture with Jae’s phone. It showed his lower half, abs tight, hand on his cock, and the end of the dildo lying next to the bed.
“Send them to him right away, whatever you take.”
Yoochun was hard as a rock after the second picture. By the third, he’d unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper to relieve the pressure.
Jae took two slickened fingers and pushed them into his ass. He moaned, loudly.
“Fuck,” Yoochun whispered. He hit record for a video and sent thirty seconds of Jae fingering himself to Yunho’s phone.
He went back to taking pictures.
Jae took the dildo and directed it to his hole.
“Hang on, Jae.”
Jae whimpered. “What?”
Yoochun moved to the side a bit, angled the phone. “Lift up your leg.” He smiled. “Better.”
“What?”
“Oh, just a perfect shot of your entire body with a red dildo pressed against your ass.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Can I fuck myself with it now, please?”
“Go for it.”
With a loud moan, Jae pushed it deep into his ass all at once. Yoochun sent a few more pictures of it to Yunho, and then all of a sudden, Jae’s phone started ringing.
Jae smiled. “God, took him long enough.”
“You want to answer it?”
“Yes.”
Yoochun handed the phone over.
Jae hit the button and whispered a breathy hello.
“God damn it, Jaejoong, what the hell are you doing?”
“Um, fucking myself with a dildo. Figured you’d be smart enough to figure that out.” Jae moaned.
“Shit. I’m in a meeting.”
“You should be here. Your cock would fill me up a lot better than this dildo.”
Yunho moaned. “You’re only sixteen, Jae.”
“Says the man who jerks off while moaning my name.”
“Jaejoong-I …”
Jae whimpered. “I’m going to come, Yunho. I have to go.”
And Jae hung up. He smiled at Yoochun. “If he calls again, just ignore it.”
“Are you really going to come?”
Jae nodded. “Yeah. God, his voice on the phone … desperate, and … fuck. I can’t wait to hear it when he’s here.”
“You think he’ll fuck you?”
“Oh, yeah. How could he resist?”
“Video or pictures of you coming?”
“Ooh, video. Good idea.”
Jae stroked himself harder, fucked his hole faster.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun whispered.
Jae managed a smile. “Are you recording?”
Yoochun hit the button. “I am now.”
“Good.” Jae moaned, breathy, quiet, adding Yunho’s name as his orgasm built. His body froze, jerking, and with a final cry of Yunho, come splattered on his stomach. His breathing was harsh in the silence. The dildo slipped from his ass.
“God, that’s hot,” Yoochun whispered.
“Did you send it?”
“Yeah.”
Jae smiled, his eyes shut as his breath steadied. “Wanna fuck me, Chunnie?"
“What?”
“Consider it a thank you for taking the pictures.”
Yoochun tossed the phone to the bed. He stripped, and then climbed over Jaejoong. Jae’s legs wrapped around his waist. With only a minor adjustment, Yoochun slid into Jaejoong’s hole.
“I’m glad you already came. I'm too close,” Yoochun said, pressing lips next to Jae’s pierced nipple.
Jae chuckled.
“You do know how beautiful you are, right?”
“Yes. Now fuck me.”
Yoochun moaned and started thrusting, nothing slow, hard and fast. He was on the brink of orgasm only moments later. Jae’s lips found his and they kissed as hard and as fast as Yoochun fucked him.
“Come, Yoochun. Fill me up.”
Yoochun shuddered, his body spasming, and with a cry, he came. He collapsed on top of Jae for a moment and then Jae laughed.
“Oh my god, I just had the best idea.”
Yoochun made a noise to show he was listening.
“A picture of my hole filled with come.”
Yoochun propped up on an elbow. “You are really evil.”
“I know. Get off me and take it.”
Yoochun rolled away, moaning when he slipped from Jaejoong’s hole.
“Come on, get up.”
He sighed and made his body cooperate. He kneeled, and found Jaejoong’s phone. Jae was on his hands and knees. Come slipped out of his hole and down his thigh. Yoochun wanted to lick it up. He snapped a picture of it, and then when Jae took a finger and touched his hole, Yoochun took another.
“Pure evil,” Yoochun muttered.
“One more,” Jae said. He brought his come covered finger to his lips, and stuck his tongue out. A couple of drops of come dripped on his collar bone. Yoochun took the picture, making sure only to show Jae’s mouth and throat and the wayward drops of come.
A few moments later, his phone beeped.
+ I’ll be home in a half hour. Tell your friend to go away. +
“Fuck yes!” Jae shouted. “That was too easy.”
Yoochun shook his head. “You’re going to get him in trouble.”
“Who’s going to tell? Oh my god, Chunnie. Let me shower really fast and then … fuck.”
“What are you planning now?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve been pretty naughty. I figure I should face the consequences of my actions.”
Yoochun grinned. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
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Yunho sped home. Fuck that kid, Fuck fuck fuck him. He’d told his wife not to take him, he was too old, too much trouble. Kim Jaejoong had an entire drawer of a filing cabinet dedicated to his misdeeds. And there were five instances of Jaejoong trying to seduce members of his foster family. Yunho hadn’t thought anything of it. Until he saw the kid half naked, body still wet from his shower.
Yunho slammed his head against the steering wheel.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
He’d been in a meeting when the pictures started coming. He’d had to excuse himself and then claimed sick so he could leave.
Fuck that kid. Fuck him.
He was still hard, but damn it, he was not going to do this. He loved his wife. He’d get in so much trouble.
But in his mind, come slipped out of a well fucked hole.
Brakes squealed to a stop. He didn’t even bother pulling in the driveway, just parked on the street in front of his house. Sprinting across the yard. He tried the knob, thankful that the door was unlocked. Kicked off his shoes.
Two steps to the stairs and he stopped, hearing a whimper from the living room.
Breath shortening with every step, he made his way there. And then he stopped completely, eyes blurring. Blinking, mouth open.
Naked, god, so much fucking naked skin.
Jae was bent over the glass coffee table. His hands were attached to the legs by leather straps. His legs were spread, ass on display. Leather straps also wrapped around his knees and tied to the other legs.
“Fuck,” Yunho breathed.
Jae whimpered again and turned his head. He was gagged, eyes begging.
Yunho took a step, swallowing. He tore off his suit jacket and tie; he tried to undo buttons on his shirt, and gave up and just ripped it, buttons flying all over.
Jae moaned.
Yunho unzipped his pants, and was naked in the next second. He stroked his cock, staring at the way Jae’s hole clenched. Jae was trying to move, the coffee table sliding on the floor. Gasps and moans and whimpers escaped from behind the gag.
Yunho moved to him, falling behind him to his knees. He ran his hands along the soft skin of Jae’s ass.
On the coffee table was a single piece of paper.
I’ve been a naughty, naughty boy. I deserve a spanking.
Yunho licked his lips. And then looked up. He met Jae’s eyes again. They were still begging, but confident and cocky and god, Yunho wanted to slap that look away.
He brought his hand back and spanked Jae’s ass as hard as he could.
Jae cried out, eyes shutting, ass jerking back, begging for more. Yunho gave him more. Slap after slap until that creamy skin was pink and hot. Yunho spanked him until his arm hurt and there were tears seeping from the corners of Jae’s eyes.
“God, you’re hot,” Yunho said. “You’re such a little slut, but you’re hot, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Jae whimpered.
Yunho spit into his hand, coating his cock with the small bit of lube. He spread Jae’s red cheeks.
“You’ve already been fucked once today. I don’t think you need lube.”
Yunho put the head of his cock against Jae’s hole and pushed, slamming into him as far as he could go.
Jae screamed behind the gag, neck arching. The muscles on his back were taught, stretched as he tried to get a grip on something, the table legs just out of his reach. Yunho moved out and in quickly, settling completely inside Jae on the second thrust.
“Such a naughty, naughty boy,” Yunho said, and fucked him, long and hard. Past the point of sweat dripping from both of their bodies. He tangled a hand into Jae’s hair, yanking with every thrust into his body. Tears mingled with sweat on Jae’s face.
Yunho unclasped the gag. “I want to hear you, you little fucking slut. I want to hear everything.”
Jae whimpered and then moaned louder as Yunho continued to fuck him.
“Please, Yunho, please … fuck, I need to come.”
“Then come.”
“Can’t … fuck …”
Yunho dropped Jae back to the table. He reached around Jae’s hip and grabbed his cock. A firm ring was nestled at the base of it.
“No, you can’t.”
“Please, please, fuck, please.”
Yunho stroked Jae’s cock, and Jae screamed.
“Yunho! Yunho, fuck.”
“Do you deserve to come?”
Jae whimpered.
“Do you?”
“No. NO!”
“Why not?”
“I’m bad. So bad. I … fuck, please. I-Yunho! Fuck!”
Yunho shivered. That strained begging voice was going to speak to him while he jerked off for the next few years.
“You are a bad, naughty piece of shit,” Yunho said, “but you’re a perfect whore.”
Yunho released the cock ring.
Jae whimpered, his body immediately tightening. With two strokes of Yunho’s hand, Jae was coming, screaming, covering the underside of the coffee table with thick strands of white. His body went limp, and his hole squeezed around Yunho’s cock.
“Thank you,” Jae breathed. “Fuck, thank you.”
Yunho’s eyes crossed, he grabbed Jae’s hips again and fucked him harder, rougher as his body shook and his orgasm crashed through him. He filled Jae’s body with come, and Jae clenched and unclenched prolonging Yunho’s orgasm until he fell forward, hands on the coffee table. He could not hold himself up and he shifted to the side, landing on his ass and leaning against the couch.
Jae sighed and moaned in utter bliss as Yunho’s come dripped from his body and down his thighs.
After a few moments to catch his breath, Yunho moved sluggishly and released the bindings on Jae’s wrists and knees. And then Jae was in his lap, kissing him, tongue reaching into his mouth.
“Best fuck of my life,” Jae said between kisses. “God, we are doing that again.”
Yunho held Jae away by his shoulders. “Are you insane? No, we’re not.”
Jae pouted and then licked Yunho’s lower lip. “Say no. Tell me that no, you don’t want to fuck me again. That you don’t want to watch me come while I ride your cock.”
Yunho’s eyes shut with a groan.
Jae smirked.
“You’re a little bitch, you know that?”
“I know.”
Yunho struggled to stand, but Jae wouldn’t let him. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower.”
“Fuck, really?”
“Yes, really. I want to make sure there isn’t a trace of your friend on your skin before I run my tongue over it all.”
Jae was up in a moment, running up the stairs. “Hurry up, old man.”
“Oh, god, you’re going to get whipped for that one.”
“Really? Then you’re an old geezer. Want me to get your Viagra ready for you?”
Yunho smiled and shook his head as he followed Jae up the stairs. Jae was already in the master bathroom, getting the water warm.
Yunho wrapped his arms around him and then bit his neck.
“You know. Your social worker was right about you.”
Jae pulled away with a disgusted look. “Must you talk about that old, ugly lady right now?”
“Well, she was right.”
“About what?”
“She told me that all you needed to do better was the right motivation, the right incentives.”
“And?”
“You go to school, every day, get good grades, and by good, I mean, B’s. I don’t expect you to get A’s. But you get B’s and I’ll let you suck my cock whenever you can.”
Jae grinned. “And what if I do get an A?”
Yunho shrugged. “Well, you’d definitely need a reward for that.” He reached down and grabbed Jae’s hardening cock. “Something you enjoy. A spanking, a fucking, come dripping out of your ass.”
Jae’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, fuck yes. I’m going to get all A’s from now on.”
Part 2: She gave me a B plus.
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