Ride On 1/4
Title: Ride On 1/4
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (minor Changmin/Jaejoong, very very minor Yunho/Jaejoong) in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
Warnings: Dubious Consent/bordering on rape, blood, pedo-ness (Yunho is in his 30s, Yoochun is 15)
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
Yunho entered the darkness of Ride On. Through whipping flashes of lights and sweaty thudding limbs, he made his way to the back rooms. It was easy spotting the employees among the men gathered. Only the pretty worked here, the docile, weak. Although Yunho doubted they were weak in real life. They played a part and provided a service.
Yunho swiped his access card. The panel flashed green. The door slid open. He climbed the short flight of stairs, and at another door swiped the card again and entered an access code. Data flew through the system, and Yunho knew that Changmin already knew he was here.
Yunho only had time to take off his suit jacket and remove his tie before a different door opened, and the beauty of Kim Jaejoong entered with his favorite brand of scotch.
"Annyeonghaseyo, Jung Yunho-shi."
"Jaejoong-ah. How are you?”
"I am well, thank you." He poured a finger of scotch and offered it.
Yunho took it, but held Jaejoong's fingers against the glass. He brought the glass to his lips. His other arm sneaked around Jaejoong's tiny waist, pulling their bodies together.
A nervous tremor shivered its way along Jaejoong's skin.
Yunho smiled. "Will Changmin arrive to greet me?"
"He is indisposed," Jae said, voice calm. "I am to provide you with whatever you wish."
Except your body, Yunho thought. If he tried anything more than he'd already done, Changmin would kill him. Jaejoong was not for sale, no matter how much Yunho offered. Yunho stole a kiss from his cheek anyway.
"I want your youngest," Yunho said.
"We are all eighteen here."
Yunho smirked at the lie. "Then I want your youngest eighteen year old."
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked down.
Yunho reached up and pulled at Jae's lower lip with the pad of his finger. "Don't do that, darling. It makes you almost impossible to resist."
"Should I apologize for being desirable?"
Yunho laughed. "No. Never for that."
"It may be a few minutes until I find our youngest."
"I am willing to wait."
"Would you care for something to eat?"
"I already ate dinner, so something for dessert."
"I will see to it." Jaejoong stepped away from Yunhoo's body and bowed almost ninety degrees. "Annyeongeekeyseyo."
Yunho watched him with hungry eyes. Every moment he spent alone with the beauty was one moment closer to throwing him on the couch and fucking him.
He'd walked in on Changmin pounding into him, pleasured body bent over his desk. Jaejoong had met his eyes. Yunho would never forget that lustful, blown gaze, nor the way his body had convulsed as he tried in vain to come with a cock ring stopping his release.
The image filled his mind now, his cock swelling. He refrained from touching himself and sat on the couch, waiting for his toy. His nerves were ready to fry when the door finally opened fifteen minutes later.
The person who entered was little more than a boy. Brown hair curled around his face. Round cheeks, smooth skin of youth. He kept his dark eyes lowered. He wore tight blue pants and a sheer white shirt. Wiry muscles of teenage youth covered his arms and chest.
Yunho's mouth watered. His already hard cock pulsed in his pants.
The boy sat a tray on the coffee table. Yunho's eyes drank in the sight of him.
"Come here," Yunho said, voice low and rough.
His eyes met Yunho's for a moment, and then he looked down and shuffled toward him. The kid was terrified. And that meant he was new.
God, Yunho was getting this beautiful, untouched child. He smirked. Changmin was getting paid double for this.
The kid stopped next to Yunho, hands clasped tightly in font of him. His nervous energy made Yunho's head light. He grabbed the sheer shirt, ripping it as he yanked the kid to him. The kid gasped, lurching forward, hands landing on Yunho's chest to keep from falling. Yunho adjusted them until the kid was straddling Yunho's lap.
"How old are you?"
"Eight-"
Yunho's hand snapped up and across his cheek. "How old are you?"
His eyes shut. The first glimmer of a tear shimmered on his long eyelashes. "Fif-fifteen."
Yunho shivered. Older than he thought, but young enough.
"What's your name?"
"Micky."
Yunho slapped him again.
A tear trailed down the pink skin.
"I did not ask for your stage name," he said, voice still low and menacing. "What is your name?"
"Yoochun," he replied, in a voice so small, so quiet.
Yunho was prone to think it was an act, like all the rest. But tears fell down his cheeks, even his lower lip was quivering, body shaking. It was hard to act like this and make it believable.
"My name is Yunho."
The kid nodded, and bit his lip, trying to control himself.
Yunho decided to be merciful to both of them. He tore the shirt off, let his hand rove over Yoochun's body for only a moment before undoing the pants.
"Take them off. Now."
He inhaled sharply but climbed off Yunho's lap. With shaking hands he slipped the tight pants over his narrow hips.
Yunho stood up and had his clothes off in record time. He grabbed Yoochun around the waist. He easily tossed the kid on the couch.
"On your stomach," Yunho snapped, and then turned from the little whimpers and gasps. He went to the sideboard and took lube from a drawer. He used lube because he wanted to, not because he didn't want to hurt the kid.
When he turned back around, he took a deep breath as his cock jumped. The kid was beautiful naked, creamy unblemished skin from head to toe. The bones of his spine jutted out, sharp tailbone, narrow hips.
Yunho crawled over the arm of the couch, letting his hands run up the backs of Yoochun's smooth legs. Yoochun shivered, breath hitching at the touch. His whole body was tight with need as he forced himself to ignore the fight or flight instinct.
Yunho spread the kid's legs and stared at the tight puckered opening. He caressed it with the back of his knuckles, watching as it jerked under the touch.
Yoochun whimpered, not begging, but scared.
"Are you a virgin?" Yunho asked.
"N-no. Just ... one. Once b-before."
"Here?"
"N-no."
And Changmin's payment tripled. Yunho covered his fingers in lube. He spread the viscous liquid over Yoochun's opening, adding more right from the bottle.
Yoochun cried out in surprise and pain when Yunho pushed a finger into him.
"Fuck," Yunho said and his eyes crossed as Yoochun's body fought against the intrusion.
He pumped the finger in and out of Yoochun’s body, reveling in the kid’s cries and whimpers. He added a second finger, and after only a few pumps, growled, “Fuck it.” He covered his cock in lube before removing his fingers.
He spread pale cheeks open, held his cock against Yoochun’s shuddering hole, and pushed, thrust hard into his body. His moan was drowned out by Yoochun’s scream. The flight instinct kicked in and Yoochun tried to crawl away from him. Yunho held his hips in a bruising grip, pulling out and pushing back in, forcing the kid’s body to give, take him, open.
Yunho tilted his head back, mouth open in pleasure, as the tight channel clenched around him.
“Please, stop, please. It hurts, please.”
Yunho slapped the back of his head. “Shut up.”
Yoochun went back to whimpers and cries.
Yunho pulled out and pushed in again, and then again, each push taking him deeper, until Yunho grew impatient, with one more thrust, he buried himself into Yoochun, pressing his body against the boy’s. Yoochun screamed, back arching. Yunho used the new angle to force himself deeper.
“Yunho!” Yoochun screamed, pleading. Yunho wrapped a hand in Yoochun’s hair and yanked his head back. Another scream tore from Yoochun’s throat.
Warmth not from the lube covered Yunho’s cock and he smirked as his cock came out red. He tightened his grip on Yoochun’s hip and in his hair, and sped up, Yoochun’s body no longer fighting him. Minutes later, the boy went limp, voice raw from screaming. Whimpers filled the room. Tears fell down his cheeks. Sweat covered his body. Yunho released his hair, holding hips with both hands again. He lifted Yoochun’s body up, until the boy shifted and his knees were under him. Yunho arched over him, hand on the arm of the couch next to Yoochun’s head. His eyes crossed as his orgasm pulsed through him. He licked up the sweat gathering along Yoochun’s spine.
“Yunho.”
The broken whimper pulled a moan from Yunho’s throat. He sped up, slamming into Yoochun until the pleasure was too great and he pumped Yoochun’s body full of come.
He collapsed, not caring that he was smashing the other underneath him. He licked up a drop of sweat on Yoochun’s neck, smiling as the spot jerked and a shiver ran down Yoochun’s body. He adjusted them until they were on their sides, Yunho’s back against the couch, Yoochun nestled close. Yunho’s cock was still buried inside him. Come and blood dripped down Yoochun’s ass and thighs. Yunho wrapped his arms around the small body and held him, breath ghosting over his neck. He let himself relax despite the quaking of his partner. He did not sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Yoochun moved against him, pushing back as he tried to find a comfortable spot. His torn walls scraped over Yunho’s cock and Yunho was hard again in moments. Yunho moaned, held Yoochun still and rocked in and out of him, shallow.
Yoochun whimpered, eyes shutting tight. “Please don’t. It hurts.”
“Feels good,” Yunho returned. He pushed Yoochun away far enough that his cock slipped free.
Yoochun whimpered again. Yunho pushed him to his back, maneuvered over him until he was kneeling between his legs. He lifted Yoochun’s legs by the ankles, settling one on the back of the couch and the other on his shoulder.
He watched as come and blood slipped from Yoochun’s bright red hole. Fingers dipping inside, Yunho moaned, cock going impossibly harder as he licked his fingers clean. He scooped out a bit more and pressed bloodied fingers to Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun whined, but accepted the fingers.
With a minor adjustment, Yunho slammed himself back into Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun screamed.
Yunho set a brutal pace, bending him in half so he could bite and chew on Yoochun’s body. He left bloody teeth imprints and dark hickys up and down his chest and neck. He scraped his teeth over Yoochun’s prominent collar bones, leaving deep, red tracks.
Yunho wasn’t surprised when Yoochun gave up and his body went limp underneath him. He held Yoochun’s legs up and continued to fuck him, harder and faster as Yoochun’s eyes fluttered, trying to stay alert.
Just before Yunho came, he pulled out, stroked his cock and covered Yoochun’s stomach in a mess of come and blood. He barely kept himself from collapsing on top of him again, instead pushing back and sitting on his feet.
The boy drifted in and out of consciousness. Yunho ran his hand up his face, leaving bloody fingers prints on his cheeks and neck.
“Beautiful,” Yunho whispered and kissed his forehead.
Yoochun whimpered.
Yunho left him on the couch. He hit a button on the wall, and then went into the side bathroom to take a shower. He soaked for a long time, reliving the best moments, Yoochun’s screams echoing in his head.
When he left the bathroom, wrapped in a blue robe, Yoochun was gone, and Changmin leaned against the bar, nursing a glass of scotch. The beauty that was Jaejoong kneeled next to him, head on Changmin’s thigh. A brown leash circled his neck. The lead rested on the bar. Changmin’s fingers ran through Jaejoong’s blond hair.
“You better hope you didn’t kill him,” Changmin said.
“He’s okay.”
“We’ll see.”
Yunho pulled his wallet from his pants pocket. He put all the cash he had on the counter. “If you let me have him again, I’ll double that next week.”
“You want his dead body?” Changmin asked as he counted the large amount of cash.
Yunho smirked. “He’ll be fine.”
Yunho moved to the couch. He popped a few of the small chocolate cakes Yoochun had brought earlier into his mouth.
“Jung Yunho-shi,” Jae said quietly.
Yunho looked up and took the glass of scotch from him. “Thank you, Jaejoong-ah. Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?”
“Yes.”
Yunho smiled, noting the anger waving off Changmin. Jaejoong turned and went back to his position on the floor next to Changmin’s feet.
“You’ll cover his medical expenses?”
Yunho shrugged. “Sure. If he needs them.”
“If he needs them?” Changmin said with a disbelieving snort. “Xiah is taking him to the ER right now.”
Yunho shrugged. “Then charge me. You have my account information.”
“Do you need anything else tonight?” Changmin said.
Yunho looked over at him, and very obviously let his eyes drop to Jaejoong on the floor. Jae buried his face into Changmin’s hip. Changmin’s hand tightened protectively in Jaejoong’s hair. Yunho met his glare. “A dancer, or two, since you took my toy away.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I’ll send up Aiden and Eunhyuk, since Xiah is unavailable.”
“My favorites.”
Changmin snapped his fingers, and Jaejoong jumped alert. Changmin strode across the room, quick, and crawling, Jaejoong just managed to keep up. Yunho watched his body, watched his eyes as they lowered and then lifted, meeting Yunho’s. Yunho shivered under the steady gaze.
Jaejoong licked his lips.
Changmin yanked on the leash, and the moment was gone. Yunho settled back on the couch, scotch in hand, and waited for his entertainment.
Part 2: Naughty Boy
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (minor Changmin/Jaejoong, very very minor Yunho/Jaejoong) in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
Warnings: Dubious Consent/bordering on rape, blood, pedo-ness (Yunho is in his 30s, Yoochun is 15)
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
Yunho entered the darkness of Ride On. Through whipping flashes of lights and sweaty thudding limbs, he made his way to the back rooms. It was easy spotting the employees among the men gathered. Only the pretty worked here, the docile, weak. Although Yunho doubted they were weak in real life. They played a part and provided a service.
Yunho swiped his access card. The panel flashed green. The door slid open. He climbed the short flight of stairs, and at another door swiped the card again and entered an access code. Data flew through the system, and Yunho knew that Changmin already knew he was here.
Yunho only had time to take off his suit jacket and remove his tie before a different door opened, and the beauty of Kim Jaejoong entered with his favorite brand of scotch.
"Annyeonghaseyo, Jung Yunho-shi."
"Jaejoong-ah. How are you?”
"I am well, thank you." He poured a finger of scotch and offered it.
Yunho took it, but held Jaejoong's fingers against the glass. He brought the glass to his lips. His other arm sneaked around Jaejoong's tiny waist, pulling their bodies together.
A nervous tremor shivered its way along Jaejoong's skin.
Yunho smiled. "Will Changmin arrive to greet me?"
"He is indisposed," Jae said, voice calm. "I am to provide you with whatever you wish."
Except your body, Yunho thought. If he tried anything more than he'd already done, Changmin would kill him. Jaejoong was not for sale, no matter how much Yunho offered. Yunho stole a kiss from his cheek anyway.
"I want your youngest," Yunho said.
"We are all eighteen here."
Yunho smirked at the lie. "Then I want your youngest eighteen year old."
Jaejoong bit his lip and looked down.
Yunho reached up and pulled at Jae's lower lip with the pad of his finger. "Don't do that, darling. It makes you almost impossible to resist."
"Should I apologize for being desirable?"
Yunho laughed. "No. Never for that."
"It may be a few minutes until I find our youngest."
"I am willing to wait."
"Would you care for something to eat?"
"I already ate dinner, so something for dessert."
"I will see to it." Jaejoong stepped away from Yunhoo's body and bowed almost ninety degrees. "Annyeongeekeyseyo."
Yunho watched him with hungry eyes. Every moment he spent alone with the beauty was one moment closer to throwing him on the couch and fucking him.
He'd walked in on Changmin pounding into him, pleasured body bent over his desk. Jaejoong had met his eyes. Yunho would never forget that lustful, blown gaze, nor the way his body had convulsed as he tried in vain to come with a cock ring stopping his release.
The image filled his mind now, his cock swelling. He refrained from touching himself and sat on the couch, waiting for his toy. His nerves were ready to fry when the door finally opened fifteen minutes later.
The person who entered was little more than a boy. Brown hair curled around his face. Round cheeks, smooth skin of youth. He kept his dark eyes lowered. He wore tight blue pants and a sheer white shirt. Wiry muscles of teenage youth covered his arms and chest.
Yunho's mouth watered. His already hard cock pulsed in his pants.
The boy sat a tray on the coffee table. Yunho's eyes drank in the sight of him.
"Come here," Yunho said, voice low and rough.
His eyes met Yunho's for a moment, and then he looked down and shuffled toward him. The kid was terrified. And that meant he was new.
God, Yunho was getting this beautiful, untouched child. He smirked. Changmin was getting paid double for this.
The kid stopped next to Yunho, hands clasped tightly in font of him. His nervous energy made Yunho's head light. He grabbed the sheer shirt, ripping it as he yanked the kid to him. The kid gasped, lurching forward, hands landing on Yunho's chest to keep from falling. Yunho adjusted them until the kid was straddling Yunho's lap.
"How old are you?"
"Eight-"
Yunho's hand snapped up and across his cheek. "How old are you?"
His eyes shut. The first glimmer of a tear shimmered on his long eyelashes. "Fif-fifteen."
Yunho shivered. Older than he thought, but young enough.
"What's your name?"
"Micky."
Yunho slapped him again.
A tear trailed down the pink skin.
"I did not ask for your stage name," he said, voice still low and menacing. "What is your name?"
"Yoochun," he replied, in a voice so small, so quiet.
Yunho was prone to think it was an act, like all the rest. But tears fell down his cheeks, even his lower lip was quivering, body shaking. It was hard to act like this and make it believable.
"My name is Yunho."
The kid nodded, and bit his lip, trying to control himself.
Yunho decided to be merciful to both of them. He tore the shirt off, let his hand rove over Yoochun's body for only a moment before undoing the pants.
"Take them off. Now."
He inhaled sharply but climbed off Yunho's lap. With shaking hands he slipped the tight pants over his narrow hips.
Yunho stood up and had his clothes off in record time. He grabbed Yoochun around the waist. He easily tossed the kid on the couch.
"On your stomach," Yunho snapped, and then turned from the little whimpers and gasps. He went to the sideboard and took lube from a drawer. He used lube because he wanted to, not because he didn't want to hurt the kid.
When he turned back around, he took a deep breath as his cock jumped. The kid was beautiful naked, creamy unblemished skin from head to toe. The bones of his spine jutted out, sharp tailbone, narrow hips.
Yunho crawled over the arm of the couch, letting his hands run up the backs of Yoochun's smooth legs. Yoochun shivered, breath hitching at the touch. His whole body was tight with need as he forced himself to ignore the fight or flight instinct.
Yunho spread the kid's legs and stared at the tight puckered opening. He caressed it with the back of his knuckles, watching as it jerked under the touch.
Yoochun whimpered, not begging, but scared.
"Are you a virgin?" Yunho asked.
"N-no. Just ... one. Once b-before."
"Here?"
"N-no."
And Changmin's payment tripled. Yunho covered his fingers in lube. He spread the viscous liquid over Yoochun's opening, adding more right from the bottle.
Yoochun cried out in surprise and pain when Yunho pushed a finger into him.
"Fuck," Yunho said and his eyes crossed as Yoochun's body fought against the intrusion.
He pumped the finger in and out of Yoochun’s body, reveling in the kid’s cries and whimpers. He added a second finger, and after only a few pumps, growled, “Fuck it.” He covered his cock in lube before removing his fingers.
He spread pale cheeks open, held his cock against Yoochun’s shuddering hole, and pushed, thrust hard into his body. His moan was drowned out by Yoochun’s scream. The flight instinct kicked in and Yoochun tried to crawl away from him. Yunho held his hips in a bruising grip, pulling out and pushing back in, forcing the kid’s body to give, take him, open.
Yunho tilted his head back, mouth open in pleasure, as the tight channel clenched around him.
“Please, stop, please. It hurts, please.”
Yunho slapped the back of his head. “Shut up.”
Yoochun went back to whimpers and cries.
Yunho pulled out and pushed in again, and then again, each push taking him deeper, until Yunho grew impatient, with one more thrust, he buried himself into Yoochun, pressing his body against the boy’s. Yoochun screamed, back arching. Yunho used the new angle to force himself deeper.
“Yunho!” Yoochun screamed, pleading. Yunho wrapped a hand in Yoochun’s hair and yanked his head back. Another scream tore from Yoochun’s throat.
Warmth not from the lube covered Yunho’s cock and he smirked as his cock came out red. He tightened his grip on Yoochun’s hip and in his hair, and sped up, Yoochun’s body no longer fighting him. Minutes later, the boy went limp, voice raw from screaming. Whimpers filled the room. Tears fell down his cheeks. Sweat covered his body. Yunho released his hair, holding hips with both hands again. He lifted Yoochun’s body up, until the boy shifted and his knees were under him. Yunho arched over him, hand on the arm of the couch next to Yoochun’s head. His eyes crossed as his orgasm pulsed through him. He licked up the sweat gathering along Yoochun’s spine.
“Yunho.”
The broken whimper pulled a moan from Yunho’s throat. He sped up, slamming into Yoochun until the pleasure was too great and he pumped Yoochun’s body full of come.
He collapsed, not caring that he was smashing the other underneath him. He licked up a drop of sweat on Yoochun’s neck, smiling as the spot jerked and a shiver ran down Yoochun’s body. He adjusted them until they were on their sides, Yunho’s back against the couch, Yoochun nestled close. Yunho’s cock was still buried inside him. Come and blood dripped down Yoochun’s ass and thighs. Yunho wrapped his arms around the small body and held him, breath ghosting over his neck. He let himself relax despite the quaking of his partner. He did not sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Yoochun moved against him, pushing back as he tried to find a comfortable spot. His torn walls scraped over Yunho’s cock and Yunho was hard again in moments. Yunho moaned, held Yoochun still and rocked in and out of him, shallow.
Yoochun whimpered, eyes shutting tight. “Please don’t. It hurts.”
“Feels good,” Yunho returned. He pushed Yoochun away far enough that his cock slipped free.
Yoochun whimpered again. Yunho pushed him to his back, maneuvered over him until he was kneeling between his legs. He lifted Yoochun’s legs by the ankles, settling one on the back of the couch and the other on his shoulder.
He watched as come and blood slipped from Yoochun’s bright red hole. Fingers dipping inside, Yunho moaned, cock going impossibly harder as he licked his fingers clean. He scooped out a bit more and pressed bloodied fingers to Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun whined, but accepted the fingers.
With a minor adjustment, Yunho slammed himself back into Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun screamed.
Yunho set a brutal pace, bending him in half so he could bite and chew on Yoochun’s body. He left bloody teeth imprints and dark hickys up and down his chest and neck. He scraped his teeth over Yoochun’s prominent collar bones, leaving deep, red tracks.
Yunho wasn’t surprised when Yoochun gave up and his body went limp underneath him. He held Yoochun’s legs up and continued to fuck him, harder and faster as Yoochun’s eyes fluttered, trying to stay alert.
Just before Yunho came, he pulled out, stroked his cock and covered Yoochun’s stomach in a mess of come and blood. He barely kept himself from collapsing on top of him again, instead pushing back and sitting on his feet.
The boy drifted in and out of consciousness. Yunho ran his hand up his face, leaving bloody fingers prints on his cheeks and neck.
“Beautiful,” Yunho whispered and kissed his forehead.
Yoochun whimpered.
Yunho left him on the couch. He hit a button on the wall, and then went into the side bathroom to take a shower. He soaked for a long time, reliving the best moments, Yoochun’s screams echoing in his head.
When he left the bathroom, wrapped in a blue robe, Yoochun was gone, and Changmin leaned against the bar, nursing a glass of scotch. The beauty that was Jaejoong kneeled next to him, head on Changmin’s thigh. A brown leash circled his neck. The lead rested on the bar. Changmin’s fingers ran through Jaejoong’s blond hair.
“You better hope you didn’t kill him,” Changmin said.
“He’s okay.”
“We’ll see.”
Yunho pulled his wallet from his pants pocket. He put all the cash he had on the counter. “If you let me have him again, I’ll double that next week.”
“You want his dead body?” Changmin asked as he counted the large amount of cash.
Yunho smirked. “He’ll be fine.”
Yunho moved to the couch. He popped a few of the small chocolate cakes Yoochun had brought earlier into his mouth.
“Jung Yunho-shi,” Jae said quietly.
Yunho looked up and took the glass of scotch from him. “Thank you, Jaejoong-ah. Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?”
“Yes.”
Yunho smiled, noting the anger waving off Changmin. Jaejoong turned and went back to his position on the floor next to Changmin’s feet.
“You’ll cover his medical expenses?”
Yunho shrugged. “Sure. If he needs them.”
“If he needs them?” Changmin said with a disbelieving snort. “Xiah is taking him to the ER right now.”
Yunho shrugged. “Then charge me. You have my account information.”
“Do you need anything else tonight?” Changmin said.
Yunho looked over at him, and very obviously let his eyes drop to Jaejoong on the floor. Jae buried his face into Changmin’s hip. Changmin’s hand tightened protectively in Jaejoong’s hair. Yunho met his glare. “A dancer, or two, since you took my toy away.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I’ll send up Aiden and Eunhyuk, since Xiah is unavailable.”
“My favorites.”
Changmin snapped his fingers, and Jaejoong jumped alert. Changmin strode across the room, quick, and crawling, Jaejoong just managed to keep up. Yunho watched his body, watched his eyes as they lowered and then lifted, meeting Yunho’s. Yunho shivered under the steady gaze.
Jaejoong licked his lips.
Changmin yanked on the leash, and the moment was gone. Yunho settled back on the couch, scotch in hand, and waited for his entertainment.
Part 2: Naughty Boy
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