Maid For You 2/5
Title: Maid For You 2/5
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (very minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insupiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
A/N: I feel the need to explain myself for making this fic a multichaptered fic, and then I realized that I only have one thing to say to everyone that said this fic wasn't done: Shut up. Okay? I know, I know. Keep your 'I told you so's, alright? *sighs* AND - It's probably only going to be 3 parts, but I put a question mark, just in case.
Part 2:
I’m on my way home. Dress up.
Yoochun smirked, and texted back Dress up for company, or dress up for you?
:) For company ♥
Yoochun grinned and rolled out of bed. He took a five minute shower and then went to the dressing room. In the three weeks that he’d been living here with Junsu, the entire room had been filled with clothes. And not just sexy costumes. He had suits and jeans and shirts and sweaters and a huge array of ties (mainly used to tie his hands behind his back, but still, just in case).
A week ago he’d gone shopping and added a drawer full of panties to his wardrobe. It had been a hell of a wild night the first time Junsu had come home and found Yoochun in nothing but red, lace panties and red high heels.
He slipped into a pair of blue boy shorts, with black lace on the edges. He liked boy shorts during the day, or if he had to go out because they gave him the most support. He had boxers and boxer briefs, too, but he only wore them if Junsu made him.
Yoochun's boy shorts
As the soft material slipped along his smooth skin, he shivered and his cock went half hard. He gave himself a forceful shake and dressed in black pants, a button down blue shirt (that matched the panties) and a sport coat. He was in the bathroom styling his hair when he heard the door of the bedroom open.
He immediately went to the other room, eyes only for Junsu.
Junsu smiled, pulled their bodies close and kissed him. He groaned when he felt Yoochun’s hard cock press against his hip.
“What is that for?” Junsu asked.
“You, and panties.”
Junsu’s eyes darkened with lust, he turned to the two others in the room and said, “Give me ten minutes,” and pushed Yoochun into the dressing room. He spun Yoochun around.
“Hands on the mirror,” Junsu said, as his fingers unbuckled Yoochun’s pants.
Yoochun stared at his wanton, eager reflection as Junsu lowered his pants and then ran his hands up and down his ass, covered in the blue cloth. He traced fingers over the lace at the edge before hooking a finger into the cloth at his hip.
“God, what part of ‘dress for company’ do you not understand?” Junsu demanded and spanked him.
“Should I change?” Yoochun asked his smirking reflection. His eyes shut with a groan as Junsu spanked him again.
“Fuck no.”
The panties were pushed down his thighs, and then two fingers only slick with spit were shoved into his hole. Yoochun moaned, head falling to his arm against the mirror.
“Stroke yourself,” Junsu said and Yoochun whimpered because usually if they had somewhere to be, Junsu got off but wouldn’t let Yoochun. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked quickly.
Junsu’s cock prodded his hole and Yoochun whimpered. “Please, fuck me, Su, please.”
Junsu smirked and thrust into Yoochun as far as he could go. “No problem, darling.”
Yoochun cried out, hand speeding on his cock. Junsu fucked him fast, hard, firm, no talking or tricks, just a quick fuck to get off. Didn’t matter though, god, Yoochun was coming minutes later, splattering the mirror in front of him with white.
“God, you’re beautiful, Yoochun,” Junsu said, and then his body jerked and he roughly shoved Yoochun away, gripped his cock and stroked until he came seconds later, adding to the come on the mirror. Yoochun had landed roughly on his knees.
Junsu met his eyes in the mirror and then motioned to the mess and said, “Lick it clean.”
Yoochun immediately leaned forward. He met Junsu’s still-darkened gaze in the mirror and ran his tongue up the reflective surface. Junsu watched, silent, cold, but Yoochun was learning to see past this mask and see the pleased look in his eyes. His hand landed on Yoochun’s head, fingers threading through his hair as he licked up their come.
“You missed a spot,” Junsu said and looked down at his cock.
A pearl of white beaded from the tip and Yoochun licked it up, and then closed his mouth around the tip of Junsu’s cock to suck the last bit into his mouth. The hand in his hair pulled and Yoochun whimpered. But when he tried to take more of Junsu down his throat, Junsu tugged on his hair and made him stand up.
“Later, darling,” Junsu said, and kissed him deeply. “We have guests.”
Yoochun smiled and Junsu yanked up his pants and buckled his belt. It wasn’t odd for Yoochun to go out with Junsu for dinner or a show or some party. And Junsu was extraordinarily possessive of him wherever they went. He told Yoochun not to talk or answer questions, and Junsu never left his side. It bothered Yoochun the first time they had gone out, wanting to speak for himself, but he quickly understood that the world Junsu lived in was full of innuendos and hidden meanings and double talk and untrustworthy people. It made Yoochun’s head spin, so he had no problem deferring all questions he was asked to Junsu.
But this was the first time since he’d been there that Junsu had brought people over.
Yoochun was nervous as Junsu fixed his collar and straightened his hair. He unbuttoned two more buttons on Yoochun’s shirt though, and then went to a jewelry case to add a silver chain around his neck.
After another press of lips, Junsu said, “Jaejoong is here. Don’t let him bully you. He’s an asshole, as is Changmin, who’s also here. To Jaejoong you’re little more than a whore and well …”
“Isn’t that what I am?” Yoochun asked, with his head tilted.
Junsu glared at him. “No.”
“But-“
“Just don’t let him bully you, okay?” And Junsu was frustrated. True, he didn’t exactly show it, but Yoochun could tell.
He nodded. “Okay.”
Junsu opened the door to the dressing room and went back into the bedroom. His arm immediately wrapped around Yoochun’s waist.
Jae looked at them with utter disdain. “God, Junsu, it’s like you didn’t fuck him this morning.”
“I didn’t,” Junsu replied, “so shut up. Yoochun, I’m sure you remember Jaejoong.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes.” He didn’t quite keep the disdain from his voice.
Jae scoffed, but Junsu smiled.
“And this is Changmin,” Junsu said and motioned to the other man. He was tall, with short brown hair, and a small smile for Yoochun, as Yoochun bowed.
“It’s good to meet you,” Yoochun said, humble.
“Likewise.”
And then Yoochun realized that there was someone else in the room, too. Yunho was kneeling on the floor just beside Jaejoong’s chair. Jae’s hands were tangled in his hair and pulling.
“So where are we going?” Junsu asked.
Jae shrugged. “Out, around, get some drinks and some men. I don’t care.”
“I thought you were planning this.”
Another nonchalant shrug.
Junsu smirked. “Fine.” He pulled out his phone had a brief conversations with someone who must have been the maître d at a restaurant and then hung up abruptly. “Okay. French, it is. Let’s go.”
Jaejoong stood and didn’t let go of Yunho’s hair.
“No,” Junsu said. “Yunho stays here.”
Jae opened his mouth in defiance. “Why? You’re bringing your whore.”
“Don’t call him that.”
Jae looked at Yoochun with distaste. “Then what do I call him?”
The hand Junsu was holding tightened, and Yoochun took the cue and said, “Well, my name is Yoochun.”
Jae scoffed. “Let Yunho come. He can give us blow jobs under the table.”
“No. He’s staying here.”
Jae walked over to them and looked closely at Yoochun. “Then who is going to pleasure us while we eat?” he asked. He reached up to grab Yoochun’s chin, but Junsu’s hand snapped up and snatched his wrist.
“Don’t touch him. Ever.”
Jae smiled. “He’s just a whore, Su.”
“No, he’s not. Leave him alone.”
“Whatever.” Jae turned away. “Are we going?”
“Yes. Yunho, stay here.”
“Okay,” the man said with a smile.
“Not … well, you don’t have to stay on the floor. You can lie in the bed and watch TV and go to the bathroom if you need to.”
“Really, SuSu?”
“Yes, really. But stay out of Yoochun’s things, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Be good.”
“I’m always good.”
Junsu smiled. “Yes, you are.”
Jae scoffed again. “You spoil him.”
Junsu shook his head. “No, I don’t. If I was spoiling him, I’d let him come to dinner with us and give us all blow jobs under the table.”
Junsu patted Yunho on the head and then bent down and kissed his forehead. Jae ignored the man and took Changmin by the elbow and led him out of the room. Junsu sighed and said to Yoochun, “They’ve been bugging me about never going out with them, and even now, I just want to say fuck it and curl up in bed with you and watch TV, but Jaejoong’s being an ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “What we do for friends, huh?”
He scoffed. “Yeah. Well, come on before Jaejoon-“
“Are you going to fuck him again, Su?” Jaejoong shouted. “Come on.”
Junsu held out his hand, Yoochun took it and they walked down the hall to the others waiting at the elevator.
Dinner was a waste of time, at least that’s what Junsu said. He and Yoochun left after only twenty minutes and the forth insult Jae shot at Yoochun.
“Shut the fuck up, Jaejoong,” Junsu almost shouted, but still loud enough to draw attention. “Stop putting him down when the only thing that’s prettier than Yoochun is the sight of your lips wrapped around a cock.”
Junsu stood up, held out his hand and he and Yoochun walked out of the restaurant. Junsu was fuming, and one time, he’d taken out his anger on Yoochun’s body. It had been fantastic sex, but Yoochun had problems moving the next morning.
Junsu set a face pace and walked down the street, ignoring the curious glances and looks of recognition. Yoochun did his best to keep up.
He ducked down an alley, and then down another, to a different street, and then another alley. A bit further down was a man standing outside a door. He opened it as soon as he saw Junsu, and Junsu smiled at him. “TOP, this is Yoochun,” Junsu said. “Let him in whenever he shows up.”
The man named TOP nodded a greeting to Yoochun.
Junsu led Yoochun through a maze of halls. The bass from music grew louder and louder, and then suddenly, Junsu opened a door and they were in a large club already full of dancing, half naked people. Junsu led him up a set of stairs and through one more door to an upper balcony, void of people. He walked over to the mini bar and didn’t even bother to pour a shot, just drank straight from the bottle. He gave it to Yoochun who did the same, wincing as it burned down his throat, and then Junsu took one more. He sat the bottle back on the bar and then grabbed Yoochun’s body and held him close.
“I feel like I should apologize for Jaejoong, but he’s a fucking prick.”
Yoochun held Junsu’s waist lightly and Junsu’s arms encircled his neck. Junsu grinned and then caught the beat of the dance music with his hips.
“Let’s go dance.”
“I … I don’t know how to dance.”
Junsu smiled, wide, lustful. “It’s easy, babe. Just think of it as having sex standing up.”
Yoochun grinned back. “Okay.”
Junsu led him out of the room and back down the stairs to the dance floor. He pulled Yoochun into the throng of people and then put his arms around Yoochun’s neck again. Yoochun put his around his waist.
“Just pull me close, Yoochun,” Junsu said, shouting to be heard above the music, “and then move your hips to the beat.”
Yoochun pressed their bodies together and Junsu swayed his hips, rolling them, twisting his upper body. Yoochun was hard in moments, but so was Junsu. Yoochun realized that as long as he followed Junsu’s lead and kept his movements to the beat, dancing wasn’t that hard.
Junsu kissed him, rough and needy. They both moaned, and then Junsu was tugging on Yoochun’s shirt, pulling it out of his pants. He shoved his hands in Yoochun’s pants, cupping his ass and rocking together. Junsu broke away with a hiss, and Yoochun had a moment to wonder why they were frotting on the dance floor, but a quick glance around showed half the couples dancing so close that it would have been considered frotting.
“Unbutton my shirt,” Junsu said and bit Yoochun’s ear.
Hands shaking, Yoochun did as he was told, slowly revealing Junsu’s muscled chest. With a twist in their dance, the shirt fell off a shoulder, but he stopped Yoochun from putting it back.
“Kiss me,” Junsu demanded. “Kiss my skin and whatever inch of it you can reach without moving your cock away from mine.”
This time when Yoochun looked around, there were people watching, lust in their eyes, but Junsu didn’t seem to care, and Yoochun wasn’t there to care, just to do what Junsu wanted. He kissed Junsu’s shoulder, up his collar bone, he sucked on Junsu’s neck and Junsu moaned, loud, needy. His grip tightened on Yoochun’s ass as he thrust harder against Yoochun’s body. Yoochun bit his ear and then moved to the other side of his neck, and down the other shoulder as more skin was revealed, and the shirt fell to Junsu’s elbows.
“Fuck, Yoochun, fuck,” he gasped, rocking faster. He threw his head back with a cry and Yoochun closed his mouth on his Adam’s apple, sucking and biting lightly as Junsu’s body froze, and then jerked. Junsu curled forward, faced buried in Yoochun’s shoulder as he shuddered through his orgasm.
He took a few deep breaths and then turned Yoochun around and walked them forward. He kissed and bit at Yoochun’s neck as they made their way through the crowd. His hand fished into the front of Yoochun’s pants, stroking Yoochun’s cock. They almost fell up the stairs, and then as soon as the door was shut on the private balcony, Junsu snapped, tearing clothes as they were removed.
“Go lay on the couch,” Junsu said between heated kisses. “On your back.”
Yoochun tried to move away, but Junsu held him close and kissed him more and more.
“Su, can’t move if you won’t let me.”
Junsu whimpered. “I know. Hang on.”
They kissed for a few more deep moments and then Junsu pushed him back. Yoochun stumbled and then caught himself and went to the couch to lie on his back.
“Leg up,” Junsu said.
He opened a small cabinet next to the bar and pulled out a bottle of lube. He brought it to the couch with him and coated his fingers in it as he walked. His cock was still hard. Come from his first orgasm dripped down it.
Yoochun lifted his leg to the back of the couch. Junsu kneeled between his legs. He moved the fabric of the panty out of his way and then shoved his slicked fingers into Yoochun.
Yoochun whined, head back, and tried to fuck himself on the fingers.
“Hang on, darling,” Junsu said.
“Please, Su, just … fuck … fuck me, please. I want you. I want you so much.”
Junsu growled and removed his fingers. He slammed his cock into Yoochun all at one. Yoochun cried out, back arching. His other leg rose from the ground and wrapped around Junsu’s waist. Junsu held himself up with hands on the arm of the couch next to Yoochun’s head. He leaned down and kissed Yoochun, possessively as he thrust in and out of Yoochun’s body.
The lace from the panties scraped over his cock, and with a growl, he grabbed them and pulled, tearing the fabric away.
Yoochun cried out, and then Junsu thrust harder, faster, and wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Su, Fuck.”
“Come, Yoochun. Come in my hand.”
“Su, fuck, I need … more. Please more.”
“Nope, just come.”
Yoochun’s orgasm took its time weaving through him, but eventually with the tug of Junsu’s hands and the slide of his cock in his hole, his body shook and come arched from his cock and over his stomach.
“So beautiful, Chunnie,” Junsu said. “Gorgeous, and mine, all fucking mine and only mine. Fuck the rest of them. Say you’re mine, Yoochun, and mean it, god, please mean it.”
Yoochun heard the desperation in his voice, but he wasn’t really sure what it meant. He could barely hear Junsu through the after-orgasm high, but he heard “mine” and knew what Junsu wanted to hear.
“Yours,” Yoochun said. “Just yours.”
“Do you mean it?” Junsu fell forward and kissed him. “You mean it, right? You’re not just saying it to make me happy.”
Yoochun nodded. “I mean it.” And he did. He wasn’t necessarily in love with Junsu, but the man was addicting and mysterious and Yoochun wanted to learn everything about him.
“Good.”
Junsu pushed back up. And with hands gripping Yoochun’s ankles and spreading his legs, he fucked him until another orgasm crashed through Yoochun, adding to the mess on his stomach. They were sweaty and sore and god, Yoochun was going to have a hard time walking out of this room, but god, it felt so good. Junsu pulled out and came on Yoochun’s body, and then collapsed, pressed them tightly together, shaking, kissing, whimpering as the aftershocks of orgasm shot through him with every scrape of his cock on Yoochun’s skin.
Junsu pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “I don’t know why, but sex with you just keeps getting better and better.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes, it does.”
“I need clean clothes.”
Yoochun laughed. “I need new underwear.”
Junsu shook his head. “Nope. The rest of the night you are going commando. It’s your fault for wearing those anyway.”
Yoochun nodded. “Shame on me.”
With a laugh, Junsu buried his face in Yoochun’s neck for a moment and then pushed up, come dripping from his body back onto Yoochun’s. “Come on. Let’s go clean up.”
There was a small bathroom connected to the room, and after cleaning up a bit, Junsu made a phone call. A butler of sorts showed up a few minutes later with a fresh set of clothes for Junsu to wear.
“Good service,” Yoochun said.
“It helps when you own the place.”
“This is your club?”
He nodded. “Not that my father knows that, by the way, but yes, I own it.”
“Cool.”
He shrugged. “It was great going behind his back to start the thing, call it rebellion if you want, but now it’s getting harder and harder to hide it. It won’t stay secret for long, especially since Jaejoong is asking questions about it.”
“So if you don’t ‘own’ it, who does?”
“Xiah.”
“Xiah? And who is that?”
“That is me, but a different me on paper. The only people that know I own this place is the bouncer who we saw in the back and the club manager, Jiyong, and my lawyer.” He smiled. “And now you.”
“But Jaejoong is asking questions?”
Junsu nodded. “He asked me how I always get in here for free and drink for free and have whatever the fuck I want for free, and I said that I knew the owner, so now he’s curious, and when Jaejoong is curious, he is like a cat with a mouse. He’ll play around, search for it, let it think it’s getting away and then pounce. Jaejoong has yet to pounce.”
“And what happens if he finds out?”
Junsu shrugged. “A scandal of some sort. Kim Junsu is spreading the family business into bad things and blah blah blah. Things like that. I don’t care, but it won’t be good for the family or the business. I’ve had this place for six years. It was the first company I took over and all behind my father’s back. I say I did pretty well.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes. I’d say so.”
Junsu met his eyes for a moment and then said, “Come on. Let’s get out of here. I want to get back to my suite before Jaejoong does.”
Junsu took his hand, and then led him back through the hallways and out of the club. He flagged down a taxi and then curled into Yoochun’s body on the way home. He doubled the taxi fare, as he usually did, and then they went upstairs.
Another thing Yoochun was learning about Junsu was that he wasn’t as big as a bastard as he first thought. He was considerate of others, and for those who worked for him. They called him, Mr. Kim Junsu, not because they had to, but out of respect. Yoochun didn’t have the guts to ask why he’d been so cruel to him their first night together.
Jaejoong was not at the suite when they arrived, and Junsu breathed a sigh of relief when they keyed open the door. He immediately changed the six digit code.
Yunho was curled up on the end of the bed, asleep. But he was awake as soon as the door shut, grinning, and yawning at the same time, bringing a hand up to rub his eye as he sat up.
“No, Yunho, go back to sleep,” Junsu said and sat on the end of the bed. He put his arms around Yunho and Yunho snuggled into him
“Where’s Jaejoong?” Yunho asked.
“I don’t know, but I don’t really care. I don’t want you with him anymore.”
Yunho looked up. “Why not? I like Jaejoong.”
“I know, but you should be with me or Junho. I’ll call Junho tomorrow.”
“I can’t stay here?” Yunho said, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Yunho. You’re always good, remember? But I have Yoochun and-”
Yunho looked at Yoochun. “But you always share me.”
To Yoochun it really sounded like the other man was going to cry.
Junsu held him more tightly and rocked him. “I know, but I like Yoochun, a lot. It wouldn’t be fair to share either of you. You like Junho.”
“I do, but I like you more.”
Junsu smiled. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Yunho, even if they are true.”
“Sorry, SuSu.”
Junsu looked at Yoochun. “Do you mind if he sleeps with us?”
Yoochun didn’t answer right away, unsure of what Junsu meant.
Junsu smiled and said, “Just sleep.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Sure.”
Yunho smiled so widely at him that Yoochun was glad he said yes. He’d hate to have seen that face if he had said no.
“Do you want to take a shower, Yunho, before we go to bed?”
“Okay. With you?”
Junsu smiled and caressed his cheek. “No, I’ll take one after, but hurry up, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, SuSu.”
“Okay, go shower and I’ll order food for us.”
Yunho kissed Junsu’s cheek and then unfolded his naked limbs from Junsu’s lap. He landed on his knees, and Junsu said, “Walk, Yunho.”
“Okay.” He stood up, fluid and graceful, in every movement as he walked to the bathroom.
Yoochun stared after him and then shivered when he realized it was the first time he’d seen the man on his feet.
“What?”
“I just … I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him being so … so …”
Junsu nodded. “I know. But trust me. It’s all he knows. It’s how he was raised, and to tell him to go do something else, is tantamount to breaking his heart. I tried when I was sixteen, I tried when I was eighteen. I tried two years ago, and god, that was awful. He thought that he was now too old and too big and not pretty enough and-” Junsu broke off and sighed. He went to the phone and after a moment of silence, ordered some kalbi and kimchi and pudding.
The food arrived right before Yunho stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, and Yoochun knew he wouldn’t get used to that. But Yunho was gorgeous, all muscles and smooth skin, and he couldn’t help but stare.
Junsu snapped his fingers in front of Yoochun’s face.
Yoochun blinked. “Sorry.”
Junsu smiled. “He’s gorgeous, I know. It’s kind of distracting sometimes.”
Yunho folded his legs under him and sat on the floor. Junsu tsked at him and pointed to a chair. Yunho stood again and sat in the chair. He took the plate of food that Junsu offered with a bowed head and a very quiet, “Thank you for allowing me to eat, SuSu.”
Junsu nodded at Yoochun’s questioning look. “Sometimes Jaejoong starves him, just for fun.” They sat on the chaise lounge and ate.
“Do you want more, Yunho?”
“No, thank you, SuSu.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, SuSu.”
Junsu stood up and took him a plate of chocolate pudding. “Here is dessert.”
Yunho swallowed. “But it’s …”
“Just eat it. You haven’t had chocolate for years.”
“Thank you, SuSu,” he whispered, voice full of awe.
Yoochun looked at his own pudding and said, “Why do I suddenly not want mine?”
Junsu smiled and said, “Probably because you’re not licking it off my body.”
Yoochun laughed. “That must be it.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered and kissed Yoochun’s forehead. “Yunho is happy.”
They finished eating. Junsu tucked Yunho into the bed and kissed his cheek and said that he and Yoochun were going to go shower but they’d be in bed in a moment. Yunho smiled and said, “Okay.”
Junsu led them to the bathroom and asked, “Shower and sleep, or soak in the tub and then sleep?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Which one involves sex?”
Junsu smiled and then hugged Yoochun tightly. “Is that all I’m good for?”
“Isn’t that my line?”
Junsu kissed him, slow, passionate. “No. Never again.”
They kissed again, and time stopped, even if their movements didn’t. Clothes were discarded and gave Yoochun something to lie on besides the cold tile. And yet he still shivered when Junsu’s lips kissed along his jaw, and then down his neck. His tongue flicked along his collar bone. Goose bumps covered Yoochun’s skin as hands traced over his hip bones and down his thighs. Junsu bit at the muscles down his chest, pausing to lick at his nipple once before moving to the other side.
“You’re beautiful, Yoochun,” Junsu whispered. His lips scrapped from the bottom of his breast bone to his belly button. He swirled his tongue in Yoochun’s belly button while his fingers traced the dips and curves of his abs, before again running along his hip bones.
Every touch and lick and kiss pulled a whimper or gasp from Yoochun’s throat. His cock was so hard. He cried out when Junsu’s tongue licked up the pool of precome on his stomach, barely brushing the head of his cock, but then it was ignored and Junsu bit down his hip bones and then down the insides of his thighs.
“Spread your legs, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun whimpered and did, grabbing behind his knees. Junsu’s tongue licked at his hole, once twice and then pressed inside of him. Yoochun cried out, shaking as Junsu very slowly fucked him with his tongue. And then a finger slipped inside of him, another after that. His hole was still a bit loose from earlier, but still, Junsu took his time, licking, thrusting, twisting, spreading.
“Please, Junsu, please.”
Junsu crawled up his body, kissing his cock and then his stomach and his nipples, his collarbone.
“What do you want, Yoochun?” Junsu asked, their lips only a breath apart.
Yoochun wrapped his legs around Junsu’s hips, and thrust his hips up.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Yoochun, or do you want me to make love to you?”
Yoochun’s breath caught, and Junsu grinned. As soon as Yoochun’s lust filled mind processed that, he looked around and said, “You want to make love to me on the bathroom floor? Is that even possible?”
Junsu chuckled, low in his throat. He shifted and with a bit of direction, thrust his cock into Yoochun’s body. “I can make love to you wherever I want to,” he said, breathless.
“Right. The cocky bitch, I own the world, thing.”
“You’re content to spoil this, aren’t you?”
Yoochun smiled and then kissed Junsu softly. He put his arms around Junsu’s neck and moved his hips a bit. Junsu’s eyes shut with a moan. “Sorry, Su.” Yoochun made sure that he didn’t look away, that he held Junsu’s gaze, their foreheads pressed together, and then he said, quiet, needy, “Make love to me on this bathroom floor.”
Junsu whimpered, and moved his hips, slow, deep. Yoochun felt every push in his skin and every thrust in his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he’d analyze this when he wasn’t drowning in lust, but now, he let himself be swallowed and covered by the man above him, by the look in his eyes and the gasping breath against his lips. Only briefly did their eyes shut and their lips meet.
It wasn’t the most comfortable place to have sex, but Yoochun decided it was the best sex he’d ever had. Yoochun’s orgasm teased him, flew and waved and caressed his skin, until he was burning under Junsu’s touch, smoldering under his body. Breathing was difficult, seeing past Junsu’s dark eyes was impossible. Feeling narrowed down to the slick slide of skin on skin and Junsu’s cock in and out of his body. When he finally came, it was drawn out, three powerful ebbs of pleasure flowed through him in tandem, stretching his orgasm until his mind went blank and his vision gray and spotty. He’s pretty sure he cried out, his body clenching, every muscle frozen for a moment, before he spurt come between their skin.
“Yoochun, fuck,” Junsu gasped, and he sped up, pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss. “Tell me I can love you, god, Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun could barely breathe, let alone think or talk, but he wanted Junsu to love him, or at least to believe that Junsu could love him, so he whispered, “Love me.”
And Junsu whimpered, pressed their lips together again, and then his body shook. He moaned through his orgasm into Yoochun’s mouth, while his cock pumped its release into his body. As soon as Junsu could move, he whimpered again and readjusted until he was curled up in Yoochun’s arms. They lay in silences with only their breathing echoing through the bathroom, and then Junsu groaned and stretched out his legs.
“Next time I want to have sex with you on the bathroom floor, remind me that it’s a bad idea.”
Yoochun smiled. “No problem.”
“Your back alright?”
“Probably not. Still too high on post orgasmic bliss to notice.”
Junsu laughed. He propped up on an elbow and smiled at Yoochun. He ran his hand over his face, moving sweaty hair form his forehead. He didn’t say anything, but just stared at him before leaning over and kissing him gently. “Shower now?”
Yoochun nodded. “Definitely.”
They rose, knees buckling and arms entwining, holding each other up as they managed to get in the shower. Junsu refused to let Yoochun anywhere near the bath products and he took his time washing every inch of Yoochun skin and massaging his scalp while he washed his hair. As soon as Junsu was done washing himself, they met under the shower spray for a long kiss.
“God, you’re amazing, Yoochun. Why do you put up with me?”
Yoochun opened his mouth and then closed it.
“What?” Junsu said, eyes carefully blank.
Yoochun shook his head and then said, “I was going to say because you pay me a lot of money, but that’s not it anymore.”
“Then what is it?”
Yoochun pondered him for a moment. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Yet?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Yet.”
Junsu frowned and looked away. “I guess I should be glad there’s a yet. That means you’re not leaving.”
“Nope.”
“Good.”
After another kiss, they climbed out of the shower and dried off. Junsu slipped on cotton sleep pants and Yoochun smirked as he draped a negligee over his head. The woman at the shop had called it a "baby doll", but in his mind Yoochun had called it a "Junsu’s cock hardener". It was rose pink with ruffles on the bottom and polka dots along the trim at the top.
Yoochun's baby doll
“God damn,” Junsu whispered and wrapped his arms around Yoochun before he could turn around. Junsu stared at their reflections and then said, “Are you doing this for me? Or-”
Yoochun turned in his arms and kissed Junsu. “No. I like it.”
Junsu looked unconvinced, but Yoochun kissed him and said, “Take me to bed, please.”
“Your wish, my darling,” Junsu replied and picked Yoochun up, hands cupping his ass. Yoochun wrapped his legs around Junsu’s body as Junsu carried him through the door to the bedroom.
“Fuck. I forgot about Yunho,” Junsu whispered as he laid Yoochun on the bed.
Yoochun smiled. “That’s okay. Come lay down.”
Junsu nodded, but stood up and stared at Yoochun lying on the bed. The pink nightgown had ridden up enough to see his half hard cock. After giving himself a shake, he went to the bedside table and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He climbed on the bed, rearranging the covers, and almost instantly he had two warm bodies curled up against him, although Yunho wasn’t awake.
Yoochun lay awake for awhile, thinking of the man who was slowly entering his heart. He had to admit that he was waiting for asshole Junsu to come back, the one who’d fucked him and ordered him around and demanded his presence and his body, but really, that Junsu had only been around for a few days.
“Okay,” Junsu whispered, “that is the fourth time you’ve sighed. What’s wrong?”
Yoochun knew better than to say nothing. “I-I want to know why you were so mean to me,” Yoochun mumbled.
The arm around his body tightened and then Junsu took a deep breath and relaxed.
“Because you were only a fuck,” Junsu said. “I wasn’t expecting you to stick around. And in my defense, if it helps at all, it could have been worse.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Sure. Forced in women’s clothes, gagged, raped and humiliated. Yeah. Could have been.”
“I didn’t have to prepare you, you know. I almost didn’t.”
“Comforting, Su.”
Junsu took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m sorry. One day, I hope you will forgive me.”
Yoochun couldn’t, not right now. It still hurt, it was still painful to remember the coldness in Junsu’s eyes, the harshness in his hands and body. And the physical pain didn’t hurt as much as the emotional, but Yoochun could still remember it, and how he’d cried.
Yoochun buried more deeply into Junsu’s body. “One day,” he whispered.
Yoochun woke up to Junsu gazing at him, hand in his hair. He shut his eyes and curled back into his body.
"That's freaky," Yoochun muttered.
"What is?"
"You staring at me."
Junsu chuckled. "Sorry for wanting to look at the most beautiful thing in the room."
"It's too early for corny, Junsu."
"It's never too early for romance."
Yoochun smiled. "Can I have coffee before you sweep me off my feet?"
Someone giggled, and Yoochun looked up to see Yunho sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed.
"He's funny, SuSu."
Junsu smiled. "Yes, he is. Yunho, go put some clothes on, we're going to go out today."
"Okay." He fell to his knees until Junsu reminded him to walk.
Junsu reached for the table and picked up a cup of coffee.
Yoochun struggled to sit up, leaning against the head board. "Okay, now my back hurts."
Junsu smiled and kissed him before handing him the coffee. "We'll go get a massage today."
"Don't you have to work today?"
He shrugged. "I'd rather spend my day with you."
Yoochun felt a blush cover his cheeks and he couldn't look Junsu in the eyes.
Junsu's fingers traced the top of the nightgown. "May I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Are you happy?"
Yoochun choked on his coffee. "What?"
"Are you happy? I told you yesterday that Yunho was happy, and then as you slept, I realized that you deserve to be happy, and I'm probably not making you happy."
"I thought it was my job to make you happy?"
Junsu flung himself to his back and let out an aggravated growl. "Damn it."
Yoochun set his coffee down and crawled over Junsu's body, straddling his lap. "I'm not unhappy," he said. "I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, a gorgeous man to have sex with-"
"Are you bored? During the day, I mean, when I'm not here."
Yoochun shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Junsu sat up and wrapped his arms around Yoochun's shoulders. "Yes, it matters. You should be happy."
"I wasn't happy with what I left, Junsu. I'm happier now."
Junsu sighed. His hands traveled down Yoochun's back to cup his ass under the nightgown.
"What's wrong, Su?" Yoochun whispered.
"I suddenly feel very guilty for everything and how-"
"Don't, Su."
"I realized something. I realized that if I want you to love me, then you have to leave and-"
"What?"
"Just let me talk, okay?"
"Sorry."
"You need a real job and your own place to live, because if you stay here, you'll always feel like a whore and I don't want you to feel like a whore. You can keep every penny in the bank account I set up for you. You can keep all the clothes and gifts, as an apology for everything I've put you through."
Yoochun stared at him, wide eyed, and for a long time. "Junsu, I-"
"Please, Yoochun. I-I-when someone asks if I have a boyfriend, I want to be able to say yes."
"But-but I don't want to leave, Junsu." And Yoochun meant it. He didn't.
"Why not?"
Yoochun opened his mouth and closed it.
"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'because I love you', then you have to leave."
"And where am I going to go?"
"We'll go find you a place today."
"And a job to pay for that place?"
"Jiyong needs another bartender; you can do that."
Yoochun kissed him and said, "Don't make me."
Junsu held him away and shook his head. "I'm not going to. I'm not even going to say, 'do it for me' because that would be me being selfish again. I want you to love me, Yoochun. You can't do that here."
Yoochun swallowed past a lump in his throat. He climbed off Junsu's lap and off the bed. He pulled the pink nightgown over his head and let it fall to the floor, and then he locked himself in the bathroom. He gripped the counter until his knuckles were white.
God, what is wrong with you, he asked his reflection, A week ago you wanted this. You wanted to leave and even asked cafes if they were hiring.
Yes, but a week ago he hadn't been worshipped and felt so much care and love from one person before. But how much of that was manipulation by a rich man used to getting what he wanted and how much of it was real, honest emotions? He had no idea how long he was in the bathroom before someone knocked.
"Yoochun?" Junsu said, and his voice was cautious.
"Yeah?" His voice hitched.
"I scheduled us a massage in twenty minutes. Do you want to come?"
Yoochun cleared his throat. "Yeah, I- just let me get dressed."
"Please don't wear anything that is going to make me want to bend you over and fuck you."
Yoochun smiled and went to the door. He opened it, and Junsu looked at him. Face perfectly emotionless, but there was tightening around his eyes.
Yoochun leaned against the door frame and with a grin said, "I better go naked then because no matter what I wear, you want to bend me over and fuck me."
Junsu smiled, a careful one that blossomed into a wide toothy grin. He laughed, loud and brilliant, and then he covered the distance between them and gathered Yoochun's naked body against his clothed one. Their lips met in a kiss that was comfortable, but it carried a promise of passion.
And it made Yoochun's decision for him.
Part 3: Hard Work
Part 1: Dress Up
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (very minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insupiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
A/N: I feel the need to explain myself for making this fic a multichaptered fic, and then I realized that I only have one thing to say to everyone that said this fic wasn't done: Shut up. Okay? I know, I know. Keep your 'I told you so's, alright? *sighs* AND - It's probably only going to be 3 parts, but I put a question mark, just in case.
Part 2:
I’m on my way home. Dress up.
Yoochun smirked, and texted back Dress up for company, or dress up for you?
:) For company ♥
Yoochun grinned and rolled out of bed. He took a five minute shower and then went to the dressing room. In the three weeks that he’d been living here with Junsu, the entire room had been filled with clothes. And not just sexy costumes. He had suits and jeans and shirts and sweaters and a huge array of ties (mainly used to tie his hands behind his back, but still, just in case).
A week ago he’d gone shopping and added a drawer full of panties to his wardrobe. It had been a hell of a wild night the first time Junsu had come home and found Yoochun in nothing but red, lace panties and red high heels.
He slipped into a pair of blue boy shorts, with black lace on the edges. He liked boy shorts during the day, or if he had to go out because they gave him the most support. He had boxers and boxer briefs, too, but he only wore them if Junsu made him.
Yoochun's boy shorts
As the soft material slipped along his smooth skin, he shivered and his cock went half hard. He gave himself a forceful shake and dressed in black pants, a button down blue shirt (that matched the panties) and a sport coat. He was in the bathroom styling his hair when he heard the door of the bedroom open.
He immediately went to the other room, eyes only for Junsu.
Junsu smiled, pulled their bodies close and kissed him. He groaned when he felt Yoochun’s hard cock press against his hip.
“What is that for?” Junsu asked.
“You, and panties.”
Junsu’s eyes darkened with lust, he turned to the two others in the room and said, “Give me ten minutes,” and pushed Yoochun into the dressing room. He spun Yoochun around.
“Hands on the mirror,” Junsu said, as his fingers unbuckled Yoochun’s pants.
Yoochun stared at his wanton, eager reflection as Junsu lowered his pants and then ran his hands up and down his ass, covered in the blue cloth. He traced fingers over the lace at the edge before hooking a finger into the cloth at his hip.
“God, what part of ‘dress for company’ do you not understand?” Junsu demanded and spanked him.
“Should I change?” Yoochun asked his smirking reflection. His eyes shut with a groan as Junsu spanked him again.
“Fuck no.”
The panties were pushed down his thighs, and then two fingers only slick with spit were shoved into his hole. Yoochun moaned, head falling to his arm against the mirror.
“Stroke yourself,” Junsu said and Yoochun whimpered because usually if they had somewhere to be, Junsu got off but wouldn’t let Yoochun. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked quickly.
Junsu’s cock prodded his hole and Yoochun whimpered. “Please, fuck me, Su, please.”
Junsu smirked and thrust into Yoochun as far as he could go. “No problem, darling.”
Yoochun cried out, hand speeding on his cock. Junsu fucked him fast, hard, firm, no talking or tricks, just a quick fuck to get off. Didn’t matter though, god, Yoochun was coming minutes later, splattering the mirror in front of him with white.
“God, you’re beautiful, Yoochun,” Junsu said, and then his body jerked and he roughly shoved Yoochun away, gripped his cock and stroked until he came seconds later, adding to the come on the mirror. Yoochun had landed roughly on his knees.
Junsu met his eyes in the mirror and then motioned to the mess and said, “Lick it clean.”
Yoochun immediately leaned forward. He met Junsu’s still-darkened gaze in the mirror and ran his tongue up the reflective surface. Junsu watched, silent, cold, but Yoochun was learning to see past this mask and see the pleased look in his eyes. His hand landed on Yoochun’s head, fingers threading through his hair as he licked up their come.
“You missed a spot,” Junsu said and looked down at his cock.
A pearl of white beaded from the tip and Yoochun licked it up, and then closed his mouth around the tip of Junsu’s cock to suck the last bit into his mouth. The hand in his hair pulled and Yoochun whimpered. But when he tried to take more of Junsu down his throat, Junsu tugged on his hair and made him stand up.
“Later, darling,” Junsu said, and kissed him deeply. “We have guests.”
Yoochun smiled and Junsu yanked up his pants and buckled his belt. It wasn’t odd for Yoochun to go out with Junsu for dinner or a show or some party. And Junsu was extraordinarily possessive of him wherever they went. He told Yoochun not to talk or answer questions, and Junsu never left his side. It bothered Yoochun the first time they had gone out, wanting to speak for himself, but he quickly understood that the world Junsu lived in was full of innuendos and hidden meanings and double talk and untrustworthy people. It made Yoochun’s head spin, so he had no problem deferring all questions he was asked to Junsu.
But this was the first time since he’d been there that Junsu had brought people over.
Yoochun was nervous as Junsu fixed his collar and straightened his hair. He unbuttoned two more buttons on Yoochun’s shirt though, and then went to a jewelry case to add a silver chain around his neck.
After another press of lips, Junsu said, “Jaejoong is here. Don’t let him bully you. He’s an asshole, as is Changmin, who’s also here. To Jaejoong you’re little more than a whore and well …”
“Isn’t that what I am?” Yoochun asked, with his head tilted.
Junsu glared at him. “No.”
“But-“
“Just don’t let him bully you, okay?” And Junsu was frustrated. True, he didn’t exactly show it, but Yoochun could tell.
He nodded. “Okay.”
Junsu opened the door to the dressing room and went back into the bedroom. His arm immediately wrapped around Yoochun’s waist.
Jae looked at them with utter disdain. “God, Junsu, it’s like you didn’t fuck him this morning.”
“I didn’t,” Junsu replied, “so shut up. Yoochun, I’m sure you remember Jaejoong.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes.” He didn’t quite keep the disdain from his voice.
Jae scoffed, but Junsu smiled.
“And this is Changmin,” Junsu said and motioned to the other man. He was tall, with short brown hair, and a small smile for Yoochun, as Yoochun bowed.
“It’s good to meet you,” Yoochun said, humble.
“Likewise.”
And then Yoochun realized that there was someone else in the room, too. Yunho was kneeling on the floor just beside Jaejoong’s chair. Jae’s hands were tangled in his hair and pulling.
“So where are we going?” Junsu asked.
Jae shrugged. “Out, around, get some drinks and some men. I don’t care.”
“I thought you were planning this.”
Another nonchalant shrug.
Junsu smirked. “Fine.” He pulled out his phone had a brief conversations with someone who must have been the maître d at a restaurant and then hung up abruptly. “Okay. French, it is. Let’s go.”
Jaejoong stood and didn’t let go of Yunho’s hair.
“No,” Junsu said. “Yunho stays here.”
Jae opened his mouth in defiance. “Why? You’re bringing your whore.”
“Don’t call him that.”
Jae looked at Yoochun with distaste. “Then what do I call him?”
The hand Junsu was holding tightened, and Yoochun took the cue and said, “Well, my name is Yoochun.”
Jae scoffed. “Let Yunho come. He can give us blow jobs under the table.”
“No. He’s staying here.”
Jae walked over to them and looked closely at Yoochun. “Then who is going to pleasure us while we eat?” he asked. He reached up to grab Yoochun’s chin, but Junsu’s hand snapped up and snatched his wrist.
“Don’t touch him. Ever.”
Jae smiled. “He’s just a whore, Su.”
“No, he’s not. Leave him alone.”
“Whatever.” Jae turned away. “Are we going?”
“Yes. Yunho, stay here.”
“Okay,” the man said with a smile.
“Not … well, you don’t have to stay on the floor. You can lie in the bed and watch TV and go to the bathroom if you need to.”
“Really, SuSu?”
“Yes, really. But stay out of Yoochun’s things, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Be good.”
“I’m always good.”
Junsu smiled. “Yes, you are.”
Jae scoffed again. “You spoil him.”
Junsu shook his head. “No, I don’t. If I was spoiling him, I’d let him come to dinner with us and give us all blow jobs under the table.”
Junsu patted Yunho on the head and then bent down and kissed his forehead. Jae ignored the man and took Changmin by the elbow and led him out of the room. Junsu sighed and said to Yoochun, “They’ve been bugging me about never going out with them, and even now, I just want to say fuck it and curl up in bed with you and watch TV, but Jaejoong’s being an ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “What we do for friends, huh?”
He scoffed. “Yeah. Well, come on before Jaejoon-“
“Are you going to fuck him again, Su?” Jaejoong shouted. “Come on.”
Junsu held out his hand, Yoochun took it and they walked down the hall to the others waiting at the elevator.
Dinner was a waste of time, at least that’s what Junsu said. He and Yoochun left after only twenty minutes and the forth insult Jae shot at Yoochun.
“Shut the fuck up, Jaejoong,” Junsu almost shouted, but still loud enough to draw attention. “Stop putting him down when the only thing that’s prettier than Yoochun is the sight of your lips wrapped around a cock.”
Junsu stood up, held out his hand and he and Yoochun walked out of the restaurant. Junsu was fuming, and one time, he’d taken out his anger on Yoochun’s body. It had been fantastic sex, but Yoochun had problems moving the next morning.
Junsu set a face pace and walked down the street, ignoring the curious glances and looks of recognition. Yoochun did his best to keep up.
He ducked down an alley, and then down another, to a different street, and then another alley. A bit further down was a man standing outside a door. He opened it as soon as he saw Junsu, and Junsu smiled at him. “TOP, this is Yoochun,” Junsu said. “Let him in whenever he shows up.”
The man named TOP nodded a greeting to Yoochun.
Junsu led Yoochun through a maze of halls. The bass from music grew louder and louder, and then suddenly, Junsu opened a door and they were in a large club already full of dancing, half naked people. Junsu led him up a set of stairs and through one more door to an upper balcony, void of people. He walked over to the mini bar and didn’t even bother to pour a shot, just drank straight from the bottle. He gave it to Yoochun who did the same, wincing as it burned down his throat, and then Junsu took one more. He sat the bottle back on the bar and then grabbed Yoochun’s body and held him close.
“I feel like I should apologize for Jaejoong, but he’s a fucking prick.”
Yoochun held Junsu’s waist lightly and Junsu’s arms encircled his neck. Junsu grinned and then caught the beat of the dance music with his hips.
“Let’s go dance.”
“I … I don’t know how to dance.”
Junsu smiled, wide, lustful. “It’s easy, babe. Just think of it as having sex standing up.”
Yoochun grinned back. “Okay.”
Junsu led him out of the room and back down the stairs to the dance floor. He pulled Yoochun into the throng of people and then put his arms around Yoochun’s neck again. Yoochun put his around his waist.
“Just pull me close, Yoochun,” Junsu said, shouting to be heard above the music, “and then move your hips to the beat.”
Yoochun pressed their bodies together and Junsu swayed his hips, rolling them, twisting his upper body. Yoochun was hard in moments, but so was Junsu. Yoochun realized that as long as he followed Junsu’s lead and kept his movements to the beat, dancing wasn’t that hard.
Junsu kissed him, rough and needy. They both moaned, and then Junsu was tugging on Yoochun’s shirt, pulling it out of his pants. He shoved his hands in Yoochun’s pants, cupping his ass and rocking together. Junsu broke away with a hiss, and Yoochun had a moment to wonder why they were frotting on the dance floor, but a quick glance around showed half the couples dancing so close that it would have been considered frotting.
“Unbutton my shirt,” Junsu said and bit Yoochun’s ear.
Hands shaking, Yoochun did as he was told, slowly revealing Junsu’s muscled chest. With a twist in their dance, the shirt fell off a shoulder, but he stopped Yoochun from putting it back.
“Kiss me,” Junsu demanded. “Kiss my skin and whatever inch of it you can reach without moving your cock away from mine.”
This time when Yoochun looked around, there were people watching, lust in their eyes, but Junsu didn’t seem to care, and Yoochun wasn’t there to care, just to do what Junsu wanted. He kissed Junsu’s shoulder, up his collar bone, he sucked on Junsu’s neck and Junsu moaned, loud, needy. His grip tightened on Yoochun’s ass as he thrust harder against Yoochun’s body. Yoochun bit his ear and then moved to the other side of his neck, and down the other shoulder as more skin was revealed, and the shirt fell to Junsu’s elbows.
“Fuck, Yoochun, fuck,” he gasped, rocking faster. He threw his head back with a cry and Yoochun closed his mouth on his Adam’s apple, sucking and biting lightly as Junsu’s body froze, and then jerked. Junsu curled forward, faced buried in Yoochun’s shoulder as he shuddered through his orgasm.
He took a few deep breaths and then turned Yoochun around and walked them forward. He kissed and bit at Yoochun’s neck as they made their way through the crowd. His hand fished into the front of Yoochun’s pants, stroking Yoochun’s cock. They almost fell up the stairs, and then as soon as the door was shut on the private balcony, Junsu snapped, tearing clothes as they were removed.
“Go lay on the couch,” Junsu said between heated kisses. “On your back.”
Yoochun tried to move away, but Junsu held him close and kissed him more and more.
“Su, can’t move if you won’t let me.”
Junsu whimpered. “I know. Hang on.”
They kissed for a few more deep moments and then Junsu pushed him back. Yoochun stumbled and then caught himself and went to the couch to lie on his back.
“Leg up,” Junsu said.
He opened a small cabinet next to the bar and pulled out a bottle of lube. He brought it to the couch with him and coated his fingers in it as he walked. His cock was still hard. Come from his first orgasm dripped down it.
Yoochun lifted his leg to the back of the couch. Junsu kneeled between his legs. He moved the fabric of the panty out of his way and then shoved his slicked fingers into Yoochun.
Yoochun whined, head back, and tried to fuck himself on the fingers.
“Hang on, darling,” Junsu said.
“Please, Su, just … fuck … fuck me, please. I want you. I want you so much.”
Junsu growled and removed his fingers. He slammed his cock into Yoochun all at one. Yoochun cried out, back arching. His other leg rose from the ground and wrapped around Junsu’s waist. Junsu held himself up with hands on the arm of the couch next to Yoochun’s head. He leaned down and kissed Yoochun, possessively as he thrust in and out of Yoochun’s body.
The lace from the panties scraped over his cock, and with a growl, he grabbed them and pulled, tearing the fabric away.
Yoochun cried out, and then Junsu thrust harder, faster, and wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Su, Fuck.”
“Come, Yoochun. Come in my hand.”
“Su, fuck, I need … more. Please more.”
“Nope, just come.”
Yoochun’s orgasm took its time weaving through him, but eventually with the tug of Junsu’s hands and the slide of his cock in his hole, his body shook and come arched from his cock and over his stomach.
“So beautiful, Chunnie,” Junsu said. “Gorgeous, and mine, all fucking mine and only mine. Fuck the rest of them. Say you’re mine, Yoochun, and mean it, god, please mean it.”
Yoochun heard the desperation in his voice, but he wasn’t really sure what it meant. He could barely hear Junsu through the after-orgasm high, but he heard “mine” and knew what Junsu wanted to hear.
“Yours,” Yoochun said. “Just yours.”
“Do you mean it?” Junsu fell forward and kissed him. “You mean it, right? You’re not just saying it to make me happy.”
Yoochun nodded. “I mean it.” And he did. He wasn’t necessarily in love with Junsu, but the man was addicting and mysterious and Yoochun wanted to learn everything about him.
“Good.”
Junsu pushed back up. And with hands gripping Yoochun’s ankles and spreading his legs, he fucked him until another orgasm crashed through Yoochun, adding to the mess on his stomach. They were sweaty and sore and god, Yoochun was going to have a hard time walking out of this room, but god, it felt so good. Junsu pulled out and came on Yoochun’s body, and then collapsed, pressed them tightly together, shaking, kissing, whimpering as the aftershocks of orgasm shot through him with every scrape of his cock on Yoochun’s skin.
Junsu pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “I don’t know why, but sex with you just keeps getting better and better.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes, it does.”
“I need clean clothes.”
Yoochun laughed. “I need new underwear.”
Junsu shook his head. “Nope. The rest of the night you are going commando. It’s your fault for wearing those anyway.”
Yoochun nodded. “Shame on me.”
With a laugh, Junsu buried his face in Yoochun’s neck for a moment and then pushed up, come dripping from his body back onto Yoochun’s. “Come on. Let’s go clean up.”
There was a small bathroom connected to the room, and after cleaning up a bit, Junsu made a phone call. A butler of sorts showed up a few minutes later with a fresh set of clothes for Junsu to wear.
“Good service,” Yoochun said.
“It helps when you own the place.”
“This is your club?”
He nodded. “Not that my father knows that, by the way, but yes, I own it.”
“Cool.”
He shrugged. “It was great going behind his back to start the thing, call it rebellion if you want, but now it’s getting harder and harder to hide it. It won’t stay secret for long, especially since Jaejoong is asking questions about it.”
“So if you don’t ‘own’ it, who does?”
“Xiah.”
“Xiah? And who is that?”
“That is me, but a different me on paper. The only people that know I own this place is the bouncer who we saw in the back and the club manager, Jiyong, and my lawyer.” He smiled. “And now you.”
“But Jaejoong is asking questions?”
Junsu nodded. “He asked me how I always get in here for free and drink for free and have whatever the fuck I want for free, and I said that I knew the owner, so now he’s curious, and when Jaejoong is curious, he is like a cat with a mouse. He’ll play around, search for it, let it think it’s getting away and then pounce. Jaejoong has yet to pounce.”
“And what happens if he finds out?”
Junsu shrugged. “A scandal of some sort. Kim Junsu is spreading the family business into bad things and blah blah blah. Things like that. I don’t care, but it won’t be good for the family or the business. I’ve had this place for six years. It was the first company I took over and all behind my father’s back. I say I did pretty well.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes. I’d say so.”
Junsu met his eyes for a moment and then said, “Come on. Let’s get out of here. I want to get back to my suite before Jaejoong does.”
Junsu took his hand, and then led him back through the hallways and out of the club. He flagged down a taxi and then curled into Yoochun’s body on the way home. He doubled the taxi fare, as he usually did, and then they went upstairs.
Another thing Yoochun was learning about Junsu was that he wasn’t as big as a bastard as he first thought. He was considerate of others, and for those who worked for him. They called him, Mr. Kim Junsu, not because they had to, but out of respect. Yoochun didn’t have the guts to ask why he’d been so cruel to him their first night together.
Jaejoong was not at the suite when they arrived, and Junsu breathed a sigh of relief when they keyed open the door. He immediately changed the six digit code.
Yunho was curled up on the end of the bed, asleep. But he was awake as soon as the door shut, grinning, and yawning at the same time, bringing a hand up to rub his eye as he sat up.
“No, Yunho, go back to sleep,” Junsu said and sat on the end of the bed. He put his arms around Yunho and Yunho snuggled into him
“Where’s Jaejoong?” Yunho asked.
“I don’t know, but I don’t really care. I don’t want you with him anymore.”
Yunho looked up. “Why not? I like Jaejoong.”
“I know, but you should be with me or Junho. I’ll call Junho tomorrow.”
“I can’t stay here?” Yunho said, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Yunho. You’re always good, remember? But I have Yoochun and-”
Yunho looked at Yoochun. “But you always share me.”
To Yoochun it really sounded like the other man was going to cry.
Junsu held him more tightly and rocked him. “I know, but I like Yoochun, a lot. It wouldn’t be fair to share either of you. You like Junho.”
“I do, but I like you more.”
Junsu smiled. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Yunho, even if they are true.”
“Sorry, SuSu.”
Junsu looked at Yoochun. “Do you mind if he sleeps with us?”
Yoochun didn’t answer right away, unsure of what Junsu meant.
Junsu smiled and said, “Just sleep.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Sure.”
Yunho smiled so widely at him that Yoochun was glad he said yes. He’d hate to have seen that face if he had said no.
“Do you want to take a shower, Yunho, before we go to bed?”
“Okay. With you?”
Junsu smiled and caressed his cheek. “No, I’ll take one after, but hurry up, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, SuSu.”
“Okay, go shower and I’ll order food for us.”
Yunho kissed Junsu’s cheek and then unfolded his naked limbs from Junsu’s lap. He landed on his knees, and Junsu said, “Walk, Yunho.”
“Okay.” He stood up, fluid and graceful, in every movement as he walked to the bathroom.
Yoochun stared after him and then shivered when he realized it was the first time he’d seen the man on his feet.
“What?”
“I just … I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him being so … so …”
Junsu nodded. “I know. But trust me. It’s all he knows. It’s how he was raised, and to tell him to go do something else, is tantamount to breaking his heart. I tried when I was sixteen, I tried when I was eighteen. I tried two years ago, and god, that was awful. He thought that he was now too old and too big and not pretty enough and-” Junsu broke off and sighed. He went to the phone and after a moment of silence, ordered some kalbi and kimchi and pudding.
The food arrived right before Yunho stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, and Yoochun knew he wouldn’t get used to that. But Yunho was gorgeous, all muscles and smooth skin, and he couldn’t help but stare.
Junsu snapped his fingers in front of Yoochun’s face.
Yoochun blinked. “Sorry.”
Junsu smiled. “He’s gorgeous, I know. It’s kind of distracting sometimes.”
Yunho folded his legs under him and sat on the floor. Junsu tsked at him and pointed to a chair. Yunho stood again and sat in the chair. He took the plate of food that Junsu offered with a bowed head and a very quiet, “Thank you for allowing me to eat, SuSu.”
Junsu nodded at Yoochun’s questioning look. “Sometimes Jaejoong starves him, just for fun.” They sat on the chaise lounge and ate.
“Do you want more, Yunho?”
“No, thank you, SuSu.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, SuSu.”
Junsu stood up and took him a plate of chocolate pudding. “Here is dessert.”
Yunho swallowed. “But it’s …”
“Just eat it. You haven’t had chocolate for years.”
“Thank you, SuSu,” he whispered, voice full of awe.
Yoochun looked at his own pudding and said, “Why do I suddenly not want mine?”
Junsu smiled and said, “Probably because you’re not licking it off my body.”
Yoochun laughed. “That must be it.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered and kissed Yoochun’s forehead. “Yunho is happy.”
They finished eating. Junsu tucked Yunho into the bed and kissed his cheek and said that he and Yoochun were going to go shower but they’d be in bed in a moment. Yunho smiled and said, “Okay.”
Junsu led them to the bathroom and asked, “Shower and sleep, or soak in the tub and then sleep?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Which one involves sex?”
Junsu smiled and then hugged Yoochun tightly. “Is that all I’m good for?”
“Isn’t that my line?”
Junsu kissed him, slow, passionate. “No. Never again.”
They kissed again, and time stopped, even if their movements didn’t. Clothes were discarded and gave Yoochun something to lie on besides the cold tile. And yet he still shivered when Junsu’s lips kissed along his jaw, and then down his neck. His tongue flicked along his collar bone. Goose bumps covered Yoochun’s skin as hands traced over his hip bones and down his thighs. Junsu bit at the muscles down his chest, pausing to lick at his nipple once before moving to the other side.
“You’re beautiful, Yoochun,” Junsu whispered. His lips scrapped from the bottom of his breast bone to his belly button. He swirled his tongue in Yoochun’s belly button while his fingers traced the dips and curves of his abs, before again running along his hip bones.
Every touch and lick and kiss pulled a whimper or gasp from Yoochun’s throat. His cock was so hard. He cried out when Junsu’s tongue licked up the pool of precome on his stomach, barely brushing the head of his cock, but then it was ignored and Junsu bit down his hip bones and then down the insides of his thighs.
“Spread your legs, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun whimpered and did, grabbing behind his knees. Junsu’s tongue licked at his hole, once twice and then pressed inside of him. Yoochun cried out, shaking as Junsu very slowly fucked him with his tongue. And then a finger slipped inside of him, another after that. His hole was still a bit loose from earlier, but still, Junsu took his time, licking, thrusting, twisting, spreading.
“Please, Junsu, please.”
Junsu crawled up his body, kissing his cock and then his stomach and his nipples, his collarbone.
“What do you want, Yoochun?” Junsu asked, their lips only a breath apart.
Yoochun wrapped his legs around Junsu’s hips, and thrust his hips up.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Yoochun, or do you want me to make love to you?”
Yoochun’s breath caught, and Junsu grinned. As soon as Yoochun’s lust filled mind processed that, he looked around and said, “You want to make love to me on the bathroom floor? Is that even possible?”
Junsu chuckled, low in his throat. He shifted and with a bit of direction, thrust his cock into Yoochun’s body. “I can make love to you wherever I want to,” he said, breathless.
“Right. The cocky bitch, I own the world, thing.”
“You’re content to spoil this, aren’t you?”
Yoochun smiled and then kissed Junsu softly. He put his arms around Junsu’s neck and moved his hips a bit. Junsu’s eyes shut with a moan. “Sorry, Su.” Yoochun made sure that he didn’t look away, that he held Junsu’s gaze, their foreheads pressed together, and then he said, quiet, needy, “Make love to me on this bathroom floor.”
Junsu whimpered, and moved his hips, slow, deep. Yoochun felt every push in his skin and every thrust in his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he’d analyze this when he wasn’t drowning in lust, but now, he let himself be swallowed and covered by the man above him, by the look in his eyes and the gasping breath against his lips. Only briefly did their eyes shut and their lips meet.
It wasn’t the most comfortable place to have sex, but Yoochun decided it was the best sex he’d ever had. Yoochun’s orgasm teased him, flew and waved and caressed his skin, until he was burning under Junsu’s touch, smoldering under his body. Breathing was difficult, seeing past Junsu’s dark eyes was impossible. Feeling narrowed down to the slick slide of skin on skin and Junsu’s cock in and out of his body. When he finally came, it was drawn out, three powerful ebbs of pleasure flowed through him in tandem, stretching his orgasm until his mind went blank and his vision gray and spotty. He’s pretty sure he cried out, his body clenching, every muscle frozen for a moment, before he spurt come between their skin.
“Yoochun, fuck,” Junsu gasped, and he sped up, pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss. “Tell me I can love you, god, Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun could barely breathe, let alone think or talk, but he wanted Junsu to love him, or at least to believe that Junsu could love him, so he whispered, “Love me.”
And Junsu whimpered, pressed their lips together again, and then his body shook. He moaned through his orgasm into Yoochun’s mouth, while his cock pumped its release into his body. As soon as Junsu could move, he whimpered again and readjusted until he was curled up in Yoochun’s arms. They lay in silences with only their breathing echoing through the bathroom, and then Junsu groaned and stretched out his legs.
“Next time I want to have sex with you on the bathroom floor, remind me that it’s a bad idea.”
Yoochun smiled. “No problem.”
“Your back alright?”
“Probably not. Still too high on post orgasmic bliss to notice.”
Junsu laughed. He propped up on an elbow and smiled at Yoochun. He ran his hand over his face, moving sweaty hair form his forehead. He didn’t say anything, but just stared at him before leaning over and kissing him gently. “Shower now?”
Yoochun nodded. “Definitely.”
They rose, knees buckling and arms entwining, holding each other up as they managed to get in the shower. Junsu refused to let Yoochun anywhere near the bath products and he took his time washing every inch of Yoochun skin and massaging his scalp while he washed his hair. As soon as Junsu was done washing himself, they met under the shower spray for a long kiss.
“God, you’re amazing, Yoochun. Why do you put up with me?”
Yoochun opened his mouth and then closed it.
“What?” Junsu said, eyes carefully blank.
Yoochun shook his head and then said, “I was going to say because you pay me a lot of money, but that’s not it anymore.”
“Then what is it?”
Yoochun pondered him for a moment. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Yet?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Yet.”
Junsu frowned and looked away. “I guess I should be glad there’s a yet. That means you’re not leaving.”
“Nope.”
“Good.”
After another kiss, they climbed out of the shower and dried off. Junsu slipped on cotton sleep pants and Yoochun smirked as he draped a negligee over his head. The woman at the shop had called it a "baby doll", but in his mind Yoochun had called it a "Junsu’s cock hardener". It was rose pink with ruffles on the bottom and polka dots along the trim at the top.
Yoochun's baby doll
“God damn,” Junsu whispered and wrapped his arms around Yoochun before he could turn around. Junsu stared at their reflections and then said, “Are you doing this for me? Or-”
Yoochun turned in his arms and kissed Junsu. “No. I like it.”
Junsu looked unconvinced, but Yoochun kissed him and said, “Take me to bed, please.”
“Your wish, my darling,” Junsu replied and picked Yoochun up, hands cupping his ass. Yoochun wrapped his legs around Junsu’s body as Junsu carried him through the door to the bedroom.
“Fuck. I forgot about Yunho,” Junsu whispered as he laid Yoochun on the bed.
Yoochun smiled. “That’s okay. Come lay down.”
Junsu nodded, but stood up and stared at Yoochun lying on the bed. The pink nightgown had ridden up enough to see his half hard cock. After giving himself a shake, he went to the bedside table and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He climbed on the bed, rearranging the covers, and almost instantly he had two warm bodies curled up against him, although Yunho wasn’t awake.
Yoochun lay awake for awhile, thinking of the man who was slowly entering his heart. He had to admit that he was waiting for asshole Junsu to come back, the one who’d fucked him and ordered him around and demanded his presence and his body, but really, that Junsu had only been around for a few days.
“Okay,” Junsu whispered, “that is the fourth time you’ve sighed. What’s wrong?”
Yoochun knew better than to say nothing. “I-I want to know why you were so mean to me,” Yoochun mumbled.
The arm around his body tightened and then Junsu took a deep breath and relaxed.
“Because you were only a fuck,” Junsu said. “I wasn’t expecting you to stick around. And in my defense, if it helps at all, it could have been worse.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Sure. Forced in women’s clothes, gagged, raped and humiliated. Yeah. Could have been.”
“I didn’t have to prepare you, you know. I almost didn’t.”
“Comforting, Su.”
Junsu took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m sorry. One day, I hope you will forgive me.”
Yoochun couldn’t, not right now. It still hurt, it was still painful to remember the coldness in Junsu’s eyes, the harshness in his hands and body. And the physical pain didn’t hurt as much as the emotional, but Yoochun could still remember it, and how he’d cried.
Yoochun buried more deeply into Junsu’s body. “One day,” he whispered.
Yoochun woke up to Junsu gazing at him, hand in his hair. He shut his eyes and curled back into his body.
"That's freaky," Yoochun muttered.
"What is?"
"You staring at me."
Junsu chuckled. "Sorry for wanting to look at the most beautiful thing in the room."
"It's too early for corny, Junsu."
"It's never too early for romance."
Yoochun smiled. "Can I have coffee before you sweep me off my feet?"
Someone giggled, and Yoochun looked up to see Yunho sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed.
"He's funny, SuSu."
Junsu smiled. "Yes, he is. Yunho, go put some clothes on, we're going to go out today."
"Okay." He fell to his knees until Junsu reminded him to walk.
Junsu reached for the table and picked up a cup of coffee.
Yoochun struggled to sit up, leaning against the head board. "Okay, now my back hurts."
Junsu smiled and kissed him before handing him the coffee. "We'll go get a massage today."
"Don't you have to work today?"
He shrugged. "I'd rather spend my day with you."
Yoochun felt a blush cover his cheeks and he couldn't look Junsu in the eyes.
Junsu's fingers traced the top of the nightgown. "May I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Are you happy?"
Yoochun choked on his coffee. "What?"
"Are you happy? I told you yesterday that Yunho was happy, and then as you slept, I realized that you deserve to be happy, and I'm probably not making you happy."
"I thought it was my job to make you happy?"
Junsu flung himself to his back and let out an aggravated growl. "Damn it."
Yoochun set his coffee down and crawled over Junsu's body, straddling his lap. "I'm not unhappy," he said. "I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, a gorgeous man to have sex with-"
"Are you bored? During the day, I mean, when I'm not here."
Yoochun shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Junsu sat up and wrapped his arms around Yoochun's shoulders. "Yes, it matters. You should be happy."
"I wasn't happy with what I left, Junsu. I'm happier now."
Junsu sighed. His hands traveled down Yoochun's back to cup his ass under the nightgown.
"What's wrong, Su?" Yoochun whispered.
"I suddenly feel very guilty for everything and how-"
"Don't, Su."
"I realized something. I realized that if I want you to love me, then you have to leave and-"
"What?"
"Just let me talk, okay?"
"Sorry."
"You need a real job and your own place to live, because if you stay here, you'll always feel like a whore and I don't want you to feel like a whore. You can keep every penny in the bank account I set up for you. You can keep all the clothes and gifts, as an apology for everything I've put you through."
Yoochun stared at him, wide eyed, and for a long time. "Junsu, I-"
"Please, Yoochun. I-I-when someone asks if I have a boyfriend, I want to be able to say yes."
"But-but I don't want to leave, Junsu." And Yoochun meant it. He didn't.
"Why not?"
Yoochun opened his mouth and closed it.
"If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'because I love you', then you have to leave."
"And where am I going to go?"
"We'll go find you a place today."
"And a job to pay for that place?"
"Jiyong needs another bartender; you can do that."
Yoochun kissed him and said, "Don't make me."
Junsu held him away and shook his head. "I'm not going to. I'm not even going to say, 'do it for me' because that would be me being selfish again. I want you to love me, Yoochun. You can't do that here."
Yoochun swallowed past a lump in his throat. He climbed off Junsu's lap and off the bed. He pulled the pink nightgown over his head and let it fall to the floor, and then he locked himself in the bathroom. He gripped the counter until his knuckles were white.
God, what is wrong with you, he asked his reflection, A week ago you wanted this. You wanted to leave and even asked cafes if they were hiring.
Yes, but a week ago he hadn't been worshipped and felt so much care and love from one person before. But how much of that was manipulation by a rich man used to getting what he wanted and how much of it was real, honest emotions? He had no idea how long he was in the bathroom before someone knocked.
"Yoochun?" Junsu said, and his voice was cautious.
"Yeah?" His voice hitched.
"I scheduled us a massage in twenty minutes. Do you want to come?"
Yoochun cleared his throat. "Yeah, I- just let me get dressed."
"Please don't wear anything that is going to make me want to bend you over and fuck you."
Yoochun smiled and went to the door. He opened it, and Junsu looked at him. Face perfectly emotionless, but there was tightening around his eyes.
Yoochun leaned against the door frame and with a grin said, "I better go naked then because no matter what I wear, you want to bend me over and fuck me."
Junsu smiled, a careful one that blossomed into a wide toothy grin. He laughed, loud and brilliant, and then he covered the distance between them and gathered Yoochun's naked body against his clothed one. Their lips met in a kiss that was comfortable, but it carried a promise of passion.
And it made Yoochun's decision for him.
Part 3: Hard Work
Part 1: Dress Up
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