FANFIC: ACU SideFic: "Pleasure (FlashFic)" (DBSK- YunJae)
Title: "Pleasure"
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU Based FlashFic, Smut
Rating: NC17
Warning: MalexMale Relationship, Sex, Rimming, Just Flat-Out Smut Really so Don't Read if you DNW.
A/N: I cat-napped a lot today after I "woke up" this morning... And between cat-naps I stared at the wall and thought. This is one of those thoughts, or rather only about half the thought. Which is still over 2k, so I hope you guys don't mind! This is kinda set somewhere in ACU, but I can't really give you specifics on the timeline. You can read it as a stand alone, there's nothing really 'involved' in the story lines to know, beyond the terms of Arch & mate. I would also like to take a moment to give lunajiyong a shoutout and some love. I hope you liked, dongsaeng!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of DBSK, JYJ, or HoMin. I do have lots of CDs and DvDs and Pictures, but that doesn't seem to count. Which makes me sad, but it is what it is. The writing is all mine, the idea is mine, the universe is mine. The men are not mine. I don't claim any of this to be true, I've never seen YunJae having sex or making love. Except in my dreams. This is just to entertain.
***
“I can’t, I can’t.” Jaejoong whispered brokenly, his voice soft and desperate as he shuddered on the tangled silken sheets of the bed.
The Arch had long-ago passed the stage of exhaustion where tremors set in, a bone-deep weariness that would have -perhaps- let him sleep if not for the fiercely burning arousal that still kept him conscious. Hours and hours before when the night was new, Jaejoong had unleashed his desires without hesitation, freeing his hunger from behind all of his carefully controlled shields. Loosing it to dance with his mate’s own.
Yunho -unbelievably enough- had not yet tired.
The first three orgasms were perfect, each more exhausting than the last, but it was the satisfied weariness that made Jaejoong content as he curled up in his mate’s arms and gave himself to sleep. He would have been more than content to remain that way until late past the dawn, and wake peacefully after a good night’s rest. However, not much later -though how long was still unknown to him- the Arch had found himself coaxed back to waking, his body brought to readiness before he even opened his eyes.
Once he had, the sight of Yunho slicking his own cock and positioning himself between Jaejoong’s thighs had made the older male keen eagerly, his hands rising to grasp at the bars of the headboard.
‘Yes, oh god please Yunho.’ He whispered, writhing in eagerness as his mate teased his already-loose hole. ‘Damn it Yunho, please!’
‘Patience, Boo.’ Yunho crooned, smiling as Jae’s panting breaths turned into broken whimpers as he was penetrated. ‘Patience. We have all night, and I’m not even close to being done with you.’
How true that was. An amused and sated corner of Jaejoong’s brain murmured, replaying the conversation with obvious relish. How many times have you come since then? Six? Eight?
Had he lost count around eight?
‘I don’t know.’ Jae keened again, to the point now where his body was racked with tremors. The faint shivering reactions were almost constant, no more than three breaths between each wave of his shuddering. The reaction of too much pleasure, his body in a state of constant orgasm without the release. “God Yunho, please, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, baby.” Yunho assured him, withdrawing from Jae’s body as his mate made a broken sound of loss. “Easy, easy Jae. I’m right here, I’m not leaving you. But you have to move for me, Boo.”
“Can’t.” Jaejoong insisted, his fingers still clenched in the tangled sheets, hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his damp skin. The remains of pleasure -both his and Yunho’s- clung to his skin, damp streaks that hadn’t had the chance to dry. Evidence of the passion between mates.
“You have to.” Yunho coaxed, gently freeing the silk from Jae’s grasping fingers. “One more time, Joongie. Roll over for me, babe, I’ll take care of you.”
I know that, oh gods don’t I know that. That same corner of Jaejoong’s mind purred, and it was from that corner of himself that the Arch found the strength to roll over, his knees braced beneath him even as his arms shook and gave out. Instead of fighting to get to his hands under him again, Jae folded his arms so that each hand was braced beside the opposite elbow, and rested his face against his forearms.
“That’s perfect, Babe.” Yunho murmured, his voice tight with want, smoothing one hand along Jae’s spine. “That’s perfect, stay there for me.”
“Tired.” Jaejoong whispered, turning to brace his cheek against his arms so he could glance over his shoulder and watch his mate looming over him. “Yunnie please.”
“I’ll let you sleep, I promise you babe.” Yunho swore softly, his hands slowly gliding to catch Jaejoong’s hips. Gently, he gripped pale skin and tilted his mate’s body how he wanted it, purring as another tremor tore through Jaejoong and reduced his gasping breaths to whimpers. “But you can’t sleep like this, we both know it.”
“Your fault.” Jae gasped, shivering as Yunho’s hands moved to his thighs, carefully widening his braced knees. “You made me want you.”
“And you’ll keep wanting me, if I have anything to say about it.” Yunho replied firmly, dropping a kiss at the base of his lover’s spine. “I love you like this, babe. I’ve loved every second of tonight.”
“Even the part where we were sleeping?” Jae found himself smiling, his eyelids drifting to half-mast so he viewed the room through a veil of lashes.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you know what I did to you while you were sleeping.” Yunho teased gently. “Maybe when I let you sleep, you’ll dream about it, and you’ll wake me up, begging for more of it…”
Jaejoong shivered, swallowing the sudden thickness in his throat. At that moment, even through his exhaustion, he was desperate enough to beg for whatever secrets his mate was keeping.
“Later.” Yunho promised, smiling as he bent to kiss the back of Jaejoong’s neck. “That’s for later. For now, just stay with me.”
“Always.” Jaejoong purred, shivering again as those biting kisses trailed down his back, joining others that -no doubt- had stained his skin in shades of red and purple. Jae knew his front was covered in bites and marks from Yunho, his white skin revealing the attentions more readily than Yunho’s golden-tan. But then, Yunho had his fair share of marks too, Jaejoong had seen to it.
“Good.” The word was punctuated by an altering of Yunho’s hold, so that the darker Arch gripped the pale curves of Jaejoong’s ass and parted them gently. “Don’t move.”
“Yunho.” Jaejoong panted. “Please, don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing, Boo, I’m just enjoying this.” Yunho grinned, nipping lightly at the pale flesh his hands held apart, revealing the clenching red ring that was his goal. “Be. Still.”
Jaejoong closed his eyes at the order, tightening his hold on the sheets once again and bracing his forehead against his arms, teeth sinking into the inside of one cheek. He could feel the slow slide of Yunho’s cum, warm fluid that had now been deep inside both of them, gliding out of his body and down his thighs. Between that and the vanilla-scented lube that still clung to his skin, he had somehow thought his mate would end his torture, not just add to it.
Wrong.
Yunho made a low, purring sound, sighing teasingly over Jaejoong’s clenching entrance. The flesh in his hands shivered, another minor tremble of pleasure that he ignored for the moment. Letting his tongue glide along the crease of Jaejoong’s ass, Yunho carefully tasted the evidence of his prior pleasure. The vanilla lube mixed with the sweetness of Jaejoong’s skin, so that he tasted both of them as he licked his way toward the shivering ring of muscle.
Jae keened when Yunho’s tongue entered him, his eyes snapping wide and unseeing as Yunho’s hands moved to better hold him open, fingers pressing into his loose hole along with his mate’s tongue. Yunho’s mouth against him -against any part of him- had long ago made Jaejoong’s short list of things he wanted for the rest of his life. His mate rimming him -as he had done often though that seemingly-endless night- robbed him of the ability to think or even breathe properly.
So he just remained braced as Yunho had ordered him, and felt. Each slide of fingers and twist of Yunho’s tongue made him whimper, sounds he couldn’t stop from escaping as he bloodied the inside of his own mouth over and over again. Fingers clenched in the sheets, an idle corner of Jaejoong’s mind pointed out that -most likely- there would be holes in the fabric by sunrise.
Yunho made a teasingly sulky sound when all the fluid was gone, digging his fingers deeper into Jaejoong’s body as his mouth withdrew. “All clean.”
“Yes.” Jae whispered softly, shivering as those probing fingertips withdrew.
Yunho smirked, offering Jae his slightly damp fingertips as he leaned close enough to speak against his mate’s ear. “Lick me clean, Boo, and then kiss me. I want to drink us from your mouth again before I finish this.”
Jaejoong swallowed another whimper, lifting his head to chase after Yunho’s teasingly withdrawing hand. His mate laughed but relented, bringing the faintly-glistening digits back within reach and stroking his lips with them. Jae exhaled on a pant, his tongue reaching out to lap at Yunho’s fingers before he drew them into his mouth with eager suction. Licking them clean and then releasing the digits now damp with his own saliva, he turned to accept the eagerly probing kiss of his mate.
“Fuck, babe.” Yunho hissed, biting at Jaejoong’s perfect lips and then sliding his tongue over them. “Keep that up and you may not sleep for days.”
Jae purred as the kiss deepened, allowing Yunho’s tongue to sweep into his mouth in search of the remaining traces of their shared passions. The idea of being awake with Yunho for days made him shudder, though he silently hoped he’d get a chance to rest before they attempted such a thing. As it was, he was so strung out on pleasure he felt like some sort of addict, his body convulsing for Yunho’s touch.
“Hold that thought.” Yunho murmured with a final playful nip to Jaejoong’s mouth, grinning as he withdrew and returned his attentions to Jaejoong’s clenching entrance. “I intend to collect on it later.”
“Later.” Jae agreed, his eyes closing as Yunho’s spit-slicked fingers pressed inside of him. “God, Yunnie please stop teasing. Please. I need you inside me.”
“Not as much as I need to be there, Boo.” Yunho murmured, his fingers withdrawing and hand gripping Jae’s hip as he guided his cock to Jae’s eager hole. “Not enough.”
“We can argue about that the next time I ride you.” Jae hissed, pressing back against the teasing press of Yunho’s flesh and whining as he was denied. “Damn it Yunho, please, fuck me and let me come. Please. Please.”
Yunho laughed softly, relenting as his mate’s eager noises turned into annoyed growls. “Alright, alright.”
Ass. Jaejoong’s mind hissed acidly, the sulky rage leaving as Yunho shifted his hips again and slowly sank into him.
“Yunnie.” The older Arch pleaded, shaking his head violently.
Yunho ignored the whimper, focused on the slow invasion he pressed upon his mate. Jaejoong panted beneath him, shuddering with another pleasure-tremor, his body clenching around Yunho’s cock. Half-way in, Yunho hesitated, pulling back out with the same slow precision he had entered.
“Yunho!” Jae yelped, his hips rocking back in Yunho’s hands as he tried to prevent the withdrawal. “Please, please Yunnie no more teasing. I need you.”
Weakly Jae lifted his head, glancing back to Yunho with haunted, hungry eyes. “Please, please… I need you.”
What self-restraint Yunho had vanished, gone with that pleading look and the low purr of Jaejoong’s voice. Hips surging forward, the younger Arch buried his length in his mate swiftly, tearing a scream of pleasure from Jaejoong’s throat as his prostate was hit. Eager to find release for a final time before curling around his mate and sleeping for hours, Yunho withdrew and then surged forward again, setting a punishing rhythm between them.
Jaejoong twisted under Yunho’s thrusting body, arching back into him with each thrust. The low sound of flesh and their gasping breath filled the room, punctuated by soft whimpers from Jae and panting breath from Yunho. Nearing orgasm, Yunho released one of Jae’s hips and slid his hand around to stroke Jae’s length, encouraging a low sound of surrender from his mate before Jae came. White fluid splattered over Yunho’s hand and the bed, and he swore softly, burying his length into his mate’s clenching channel and then releasing.
They stayed entwined for several moments, Jaejoong’s arms and knees giving out under their combined weight. He didn’t even care when he landed in the soiled sheets, shivering from aftershocks as he stared into nothing and tried to relearn how to breathe.
Jaejoong shivered as Yunho withdrew from his body, making a low sound of reluctance when the warmth of the other male melted away. “Yunnie.”
Yunho laughed softly at the whining protest, sliding out of the bed and standing. When he was sure he was steady, he reached for his mate and drew Jae out of the bed, ignoring the grumbled protests. “Come on, we need to shower.”
“I want to sleep.” Jae argued, melting against Yunho’s side. “Why don’t we do that instead?”
“Shower first, or you’ll be pissed when you wake up.” Yunho argued, pausing to let Jae prop one hand on the bathroom counter and moving to the shower doors. “And if you let me help, I’ll even put clean sheets on the bed before I carry you back to it.”
“Carry me?” Jae murmured, leaning on the counter as he watched Yunho turn on the shower, testing the water’s temperature.
Yunho smirked over his shoulder. “When I’m done helping you, Boo, you definitely aren’t going to want to walk back to bed. Trust me.”
Jaejoong shivered, his eyes drifting closed as he swallowed an eager sound. ‘I believe you, Yunho. Trust me, I believe you.’
***
OMFG SOMETHING BEYOND PG13. YAY. *cough* Sorry. So. Yeah. Here's a little sexy YunJae something! I hope you guys enjoyed. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU Based FlashFic, Smut
Rating: NC17
Warning: MalexMale Relationship, Sex, Rimming, Just Flat-Out Smut Really so Don't Read if you DNW.
A/N: I cat-napped a lot today after I "woke up" this morning... And between cat-naps I stared at the wall and thought. This is one of those thoughts, or rather only about half the thought. Which is still over 2k, so I hope you guys don't mind! This is kinda set somewhere in ACU, but I can't really give you specifics on the timeline. You can read it as a stand alone, there's nothing really 'involved' in the story lines to know, beyond the terms of Arch & mate. I would also like to take a moment to give lunajiyong a shoutout and some love. I hope you liked, dongsaeng!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of DBSK, JYJ, or HoMin. I do have lots of CDs and DvDs and Pictures, but that doesn't seem to count. Which makes me sad, but it is what it is. The writing is all mine, the idea is mine, the universe is mine. The men are not mine. I don't claim any of this to be true, I've never seen YunJae having sex or making love. Except in my dreams. This is just to entertain.
***
“I can’t, I can’t.” Jaejoong whispered brokenly, his voice soft and desperate as he shuddered on the tangled silken sheets of the bed.
The Arch had long-ago passed the stage of exhaustion where tremors set in, a bone-deep weariness that would have -perhaps- let him sleep if not for the fiercely burning arousal that still kept him conscious. Hours and hours before when the night was new, Jaejoong had unleashed his desires without hesitation, freeing his hunger from behind all of his carefully controlled shields. Loosing it to dance with his mate’s own.
Yunho -unbelievably enough- had not yet tired.
The first three orgasms were perfect, each more exhausting than the last, but it was the satisfied weariness that made Jaejoong content as he curled up in his mate’s arms and gave himself to sleep. He would have been more than content to remain that way until late past the dawn, and wake peacefully after a good night’s rest. However, not much later -though how long was still unknown to him- the Arch had found himself coaxed back to waking, his body brought to readiness before he even opened his eyes.
Once he had, the sight of Yunho slicking his own cock and positioning himself between Jaejoong’s thighs had made the older male keen eagerly, his hands rising to grasp at the bars of the headboard.
‘Yes, oh god please Yunho.’ He whispered, writhing in eagerness as his mate teased his already-loose hole. ‘Damn it Yunho, please!’
‘Patience, Boo.’ Yunho crooned, smiling as Jae’s panting breaths turned into broken whimpers as he was penetrated. ‘Patience. We have all night, and I’m not even close to being done with you.’
How true that was. An amused and sated corner of Jaejoong’s brain murmured, replaying the conversation with obvious relish. How many times have you come since then? Six? Eight?
Had he lost count around eight?
‘I don’t know.’ Jae keened again, to the point now where his body was racked with tremors. The faint shivering reactions were almost constant, no more than three breaths between each wave of his shuddering. The reaction of too much pleasure, his body in a state of constant orgasm without the release. “God Yunho, please, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, baby.” Yunho assured him, withdrawing from Jae’s body as his mate made a broken sound of loss. “Easy, easy Jae. I’m right here, I’m not leaving you. But you have to move for me, Boo.”
“Can’t.” Jaejoong insisted, his fingers still clenched in the tangled sheets, hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his damp skin. The remains of pleasure -both his and Yunho’s- clung to his skin, damp streaks that hadn’t had the chance to dry. Evidence of the passion between mates.
“You have to.” Yunho coaxed, gently freeing the silk from Jae’s grasping fingers. “One more time, Joongie. Roll over for me, babe, I’ll take care of you.”
I know that, oh gods don’t I know that. That same corner of Jaejoong’s mind purred, and it was from that corner of himself that the Arch found the strength to roll over, his knees braced beneath him even as his arms shook and gave out. Instead of fighting to get to his hands under him again, Jae folded his arms so that each hand was braced beside the opposite elbow, and rested his face against his forearms.
“That’s perfect, Babe.” Yunho murmured, his voice tight with want, smoothing one hand along Jae’s spine. “That’s perfect, stay there for me.”
“Tired.” Jaejoong whispered, turning to brace his cheek against his arms so he could glance over his shoulder and watch his mate looming over him. “Yunnie please.”
“I’ll let you sleep, I promise you babe.” Yunho swore softly, his hands slowly gliding to catch Jaejoong’s hips. Gently, he gripped pale skin and tilted his mate’s body how he wanted it, purring as another tremor tore through Jaejoong and reduced his gasping breaths to whimpers. “But you can’t sleep like this, we both know it.”
“Your fault.” Jae gasped, shivering as Yunho’s hands moved to his thighs, carefully widening his braced knees. “You made me want you.”
“And you’ll keep wanting me, if I have anything to say about it.” Yunho replied firmly, dropping a kiss at the base of his lover’s spine. “I love you like this, babe. I’ve loved every second of tonight.”
“Even the part where we were sleeping?” Jae found himself smiling, his eyelids drifting to half-mast so he viewed the room through a veil of lashes.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you know what I did to you while you were sleeping.” Yunho teased gently. “Maybe when I let you sleep, you’ll dream about it, and you’ll wake me up, begging for more of it…”
Jaejoong shivered, swallowing the sudden thickness in his throat. At that moment, even through his exhaustion, he was desperate enough to beg for whatever secrets his mate was keeping.
“Later.” Yunho promised, smiling as he bent to kiss the back of Jaejoong’s neck. “That’s for later. For now, just stay with me.”
“Always.” Jaejoong purred, shivering again as those biting kisses trailed down his back, joining others that -no doubt- had stained his skin in shades of red and purple. Jae knew his front was covered in bites and marks from Yunho, his white skin revealing the attentions more readily than Yunho’s golden-tan. But then, Yunho had his fair share of marks too, Jaejoong had seen to it.
“Good.” The word was punctuated by an altering of Yunho’s hold, so that the darker Arch gripped the pale curves of Jaejoong’s ass and parted them gently. “Don’t move.”
“Yunho.” Jaejoong panted. “Please, don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing, Boo, I’m just enjoying this.” Yunho grinned, nipping lightly at the pale flesh his hands held apart, revealing the clenching red ring that was his goal. “Be. Still.”
Jaejoong closed his eyes at the order, tightening his hold on the sheets once again and bracing his forehead against his arms, teeth sinking into the inside of one cheek. He could feel the slow slide of Yunho’s cum, warm fluid that had now been deep inside both of them, gliding out of his body and down his thighs. Between that and the vanilla-scented lube that still clung to his skin, he had somehow thought his mate would end his torture, not just add to it.
Wrong.
Yunho made a low, purring sound, sighing teasingly over Jaejoong’s clenching entrance. The flesh in his hands shivered, another minor tremble of pleasure that he ignored for the moment. Letting his tongue glide along the crease of Jaejoong’s ass, Yunho carefully tasted the evidence of his prior pleasure. The vanilla lube mixed with the sweetness of Jaejoong’s skin, so that he tasted both of them as he licked his way toward the shivering ring of muscle.
Jae keened when Yunho’s tongue entered him, his eyes snapping wide and unseeing as Yunho’s hands moved to better hold him open, fingers pressing into his loose hole along with his mate’s tongue. Yunho’s mouth against him -against any part of him- had long ago made Jaejoong’s short list of things he wanted for the rest of his life. His mate rimming him -as he had done often though that seemingly-endless night- robbed him of the ability to think or even breathe properly.
So he just remained braced as Yunho had ordered him, and felt. Each slide of fingers and twist of Yunho’s tongue made him whimper, sounds he couldn’t stop from escaping as he bloodied the inside of his own mouth over and over again. Fingers clenched in the sheets, an idle corner of Jaejoong’s mind pointed out that -most likely- there would be holes in the fabric by sunrise.
Yunho made a teasingly sulky sound when all the fluid was gone, digging his fingers deeper into Jaejoong’s body as his mouth withdrew. “All clean.”
“Yes.” Jae whispered softly, shivering as those probing fingertips withdrew.
Yunho smirked, offering Jae his slightly damp fingertips as he leaned close enough to speak against his mate’s ear. “Lick me clean, Boo, and then kiss me. I want to drink us from your mouth again before I finish this.”
Jaejoong swallowed another whimper, lifting his head to chase after Yunho’s teasingly withdrawing hand. His mate laughed but relented, bringing the faintly-glistening digits back within reach and stroking his lips with them. Jae exhaled on a pant, his tongue reaching out to lap at Yunho’s fingers before he drew them into his mouth with eager suction. Licking them clean and then releasing the digits now damp with his own saliva, he turned to accept the eagerly probing kiss of his mate.
“Fuck, babe.” Yunho hissed, biting at Jaejoong’s perfect lips and then sliding his tongue over them. “Keep that up and you may not sleep for days.”
Jae purred as the kiss deepened, allowing Yunho’s tongue to sweep into his mouth in search of the remaining traces of their shared passions. The idea of being awake with Yunho for days made him shudder, though he silently hoped he’d get a chance to rest before they attempted such a thing. As it was, he was so strung out on pleasure he felt like some sort of addict, his body convulsing for Yunho’s touch.
“Hold that thought.” Yunho murmured with a final playful nip to Jaejoong’s mouth, grinning as he withdrew and returned his attentions to Jaejoong’s clenching entrance. “I intend to collect on it later.”
“Later.” Jae agreed, his eyes closing as Yunho’s spit-slicked fingers pressed inside of him. “God, Yunnie please stop teasing. Please. I need you inside me.”
“Not as much as I need to be there, Boo.” Yunho murmured, his fingers withdrawing and hand gripping Jae’s hip as he guided his cock to Jae’s eager hole. “Not enough.”
“We can argue about that the next time I ride you.” Jae hissed, pressing back against the teasing press of Yunho’s flesh and whining as he was denied. “Damn it Yunho, please, fuck me and let me come. Please. Please.”
Yunho laughed softly, relenting as his mate’s eager noises turned into annoyed growls. “Alright, alright.”
Ass. Jaejoong’s mind hissed acidly, the sulky rage leaving as Yunho shifted his hips again and slowly sank into him.
“Yunnie.” The older Arch pleaded, shaking his head violently.
Yunho ignored the whimper, focused on the slow invasion he pressed upon his mate. Jaejoong panted beneath him, shuddering with another pleasure-tremor, his body clenching around Yunho’s cock. Half-way in, Yunho hesitated, pulling back out with the same slow precision he had entered.
“Yunho!” Jae yelped, his hips rocking back in Yunho’s hands as he tried to prevent the withdrawal. “Please, please Yunnie no more teasing. I need you.”
Weakly Jae lifted his head, glancing back to Yunho with haunted, hungry eyes. “Please, please… I need you.”
What self-restraint Yunho had vanished, gone with that pleading look and the low purr of Jaejoong’s voice. Hips surging forward, the younger Arch buried his length in his mate swiftly, tearing a scream of pleasure from Jaejoong’s throat as his prostate was hit. Eager to find release for a final time before curling around his mate and sleeping for hours, Yunho withdrew and then surged forward again, setting a punishing rhythm between them.
Jaejoong twisted under Yunho’s thrusting body, arching back into him with each thrust. The low sound of flesh and their gasping breath filled the room, punctuated by soft whimpers from Jae and panting breath from Yunho. Nearing orgasm, Yunho released one of Jae’s hips and slid his hand around to stroke Jae’s length, encouraging a low sound of surrender from his mate before Jae came. White fluid splattered over Yunho’s hand and the bed, and he swore softly, burying his length into his mate’s clenching channel and then releasing.
They stayed entwined for several moments, Jaejoong’s arms and knees giving out under their combined weight. He didn’t even care when he landed in the soiled sheets, shivering from aftershocks as he stared into nothing and tried to relearn how to breathe.
Jaejoong shivered as Yunho withdrew from his body, making a low sound of reluctance when the warmth of the other male melted away. “Yunnie.”
Yunho laughed softly at the whining protest, sliding out of the bed and standing. When he was sure he was steady, he reached for his mate and drew Jae out of the bed, ignoring the grumbled protests. “Come on, we need to shower.”
“I want to sleep.” Jae argued, melting against Yunho’s side. “Why don’t we do that instead?”
“Shower first, or you’ll be pissed when you wake up.” Yunho argued, pausing to let Jae prop one hand on the bathroom counter and moving to the shower doors. “And if you let me help, I’ll even put clean sheets on the bed before I carry you back to it.”
“Carry me?” Jae murmured, leaning on the counter as he watched Yunho turn on the shower, testing the water’s temperature.
Yunho smirked over his shoulder. “When I’m done helping you, Boo, you definitely aren’t going to want to walk back to bed. Trust me.”
Jaejoong shivered, his eyes drifting closed as he swallowed an eager sound. ‘I believe you, Yunho. Trust me, I believe you.’
***
OMFG SOMETHING BEYOND PG13. YAY. *cough* Sorry. So. Yeah. Here's a little sexy YunJae something! I hope you guys enjoyed. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥