Goyangi
Title: Goyangi
Author: Chunmusings
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17
Type: AU
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Maybe hate was too strong of a word to describe how Yunho felt about Jaejoong's choice of outfit.
A/N: ....wow, ok this was supposed to be finished months ago ;; and if you're one of the few waiting for Knowing You's update just know that it will come. Many thanks to Steph for the idea and Eri and Christina for the help~
Jaejoong leans over the bathroom sink, inching closer to the mirror as he brings the tip of his liquid eyeliner to his eye.
The leather of his pants squeaks against the porcelain countertop in protest of the uncomfortable position, yet Jaejoong remains steady, determined on finishing the last few touches of his costume. He completes one eye and moves on to the next.
Carefully, he rests his hand above the black lines drawn on his cheek, not even breathing as he applies the eyeliner to the edges of his eye, starting from the top and working down to the corner where he begins to meticulously draw on a tip.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Jaejoong jumps at the voice, causing a crooked line of black makeup to stray right into his eye.
He curses in a loud mix of pain and surprise, tossing the pen down into the sink as his hands automatically come up to cover his eye. There's tears forming and he’s trying to blink them away to avoid any further damage to the painstaking craft he had spent so much time applying to his face.
"What?" He spits out in annoyance towards the suited man standing in the bathroom doorway.
"You're not wearing that." Yunho chides, his body suddenly going rigid in anger.
Jaejoong pouts, glancing down at his attire.
"Why not?" Jaejoong looks back up at Yunho with a pleading look. He curls his one hand next to his cheek, tilting his head as he coos his words. "You don't think I look cute?"
Yunho narrows his eyes.
"Is that what you call it?"
"It's just a costume Yunho, relax."
"Change. Now." Yunho orders, his jaw setting as he turns away from Jaejoong and silently treads down the hallway.
Jaejoong turns back to his reflection in the mirror, twisting himself to study every possible angle he could contort to. He was pleased with the way he looked, minus the skewed lines near his eye, to which he frowns at, but everything else was perfect. His clothes were on him like a second skin and he was positive Yunho had noticed the lack of imagination required to see what was underneath them.
Jaejoong smirks, readjusting both his head and neckpiece before walking out of the bathroom. He follows the hallway down to the bedroom where he finds Yunho in the midst of changing. The suit jacket the younger man came home with was already hanging off the back of the door, leaving Yunho in his white dress shirt near the dresser removing his tie.
Jaejoong leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he observes nimble fingers working to loosen the knot.
"How was your day?"
"Fine." Yunho answers without pausing to think about it, even whipping his tie off in the same breath. The silk fabric snaps loudly against the wood of the dresser, and although his next words were spoken softly, they carried the same effect.
"Jaejoong, please change."
Jaejoong licks his lips.
"I don't want to."
Yunho's jaw tightens again as he undoes the cuffs to his sleeves, letting them hang open at his wrist as he continues on to the buttons running down his chest.
"I'm not bringing you to the party dressed like that."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"There's no time for me to pick something else out. I promised Yoochun that we'd arrive early."
"Make time." Yunho snaps.
"I'm not changing."
"Jae..."
"You haven't even given me a reason why."
"You want a reason why?" Yunho repeats, almost laughing at the absurdity in Jaejoong's request.
With all the buttons undone Yunho yanks the dress shirt out of its tucked position in his pants and throws it towards the hamper. He turns to face him, the thin layer of a white cotton t-shirt the only thing obstructing Jaejoong's view to the taunt tanned skin underneath.
Their glares meet and Yunho actually looks completely pissed. The warm brown of almond shaped eyes were dangerously dark and unflinching, bearing down on Jaejoong like the barrel of a gun.
Jaejoong hears the rush of blood to his head, the stuttering beat of his heart as his insides twist with unease under Yunho's stare. But, his face remains impassive, collected, and unnerved to match his unyielding composure in the doorway.
"Do you really not get it?" Yunho hisses out.
"Please." Jaejoong mocks, "elaborate it for me."
Yunho's hands reflexively ball into fist at his sides.
"You're dressed like fucking eye candy." Yunho spits out.
"And what's wrong with that?" Jaejoong smirks, enjoying the way Yunho's eyes snap down to his hips as he begins his move into the room, the tightness of his costume becoming his advantage as he draws out his steps, accentuating the lines of his body.
"I'm yours aren't I?" Jaejoong whispers when he cuts distance between them in half.
Yunho's eyes jump back up to meet with his, pupils dilated and fighting to stay sternly in place.
There's a rapid change in Yunho's breathing and it has Jaejoong trying to hide his smug smile even in spite of the intimidation he feels by stepping into tall shadow casted on the floor by Yunho's figure.
"Some might stare..." Jaejoong continues, using Yunho's silence to prolong the pull on the younger male's patience. "And of course a there'll be a brave few who try and flirt with me. "
"But..." Jaejoong takes the last step, his arms still folded across his chest as he stares up at Yunho. "Do you really think that I would care about who else wants me when it's your dick I’m getting tonight?"
Yunho tsks gruffly at Jaejoong's shamelessness.
"Is that all you use me for?"
Jaejoong keeps his eyes locked with Yunho's even as the younger male leans in closer, lips just barely touching as they continue talking.
"It's definitely one of your better qualities."
Yunho's mouth parts and Jaejoong can feel the release of a sigh on his lips.
"Oh, Jaejoong..." Yunho mumbles, his stare dropping down to where his finger comes up to trace along the dip in Jaejoong's v-neck.
Instantly, Jaejoong is reminded of how easily his body can betray him. It's only a simple touch of skin and yet Jaejoong has to school his face to stay impassive. The strenuously slow pace of Yunho's finger down his chest ignites a heady tint of scarlet across the skin of his body.The digit pauses at the lowest point of the v, giving Jaejoong just enough time to suck in a breath before it continues back up the opposite side.
"You..." Yunho drags his finger up to the top of the shirt, ending his expedition. His eyes come back up to meet with Jaejoong's, his finger left tapping absent mindedly against the base of Jaejoong's collar bone. "...make me terribly selfish."
In the cover of folded arms Jaejoong pinches the skin of his side to distract himself from the sudden surge of arousal that drains right down into his groin.
"Well, I suppose..." Jaejoong leans in closer, "since you dislike it so much you should just take it off for me."
There's a pause in Yunho's breathing, the lack of it causing a chill to spread across Jaejoong's lips. He wants the warmth back, and not in just the heat of Yunho’s mouth but from the heat of his whole body.
Yet, in the seconds that strain by it seems that Yunho is in no rush to help Jaejoong achieve this goal. The finger perched near his shoulder moves again, this time leading a trail of sensitive goose bumps over the visible pulse in Jaejoong's neck until it perches itself right under his ear.
The palm of Yunho's hand comes to rest on the side of the Jaejoong's face, disrupting the makeup applied there with a swipe of his thumb.
Jaejoong flashes a look of annoyance at him even though Yunho just coolly ignores it, glancing down at the smeared product on his thumb before wiping it along Jaejoong's jaw to rid of it.
Satisfied, Yunho’s attention moves on to the headpiece carefully tucked into the folds of black hair, mischievous fingers following soon after, pushing the accessory backwards until it balances on the point of falling off at the slightest movement.
"An extra pair of ears and you still don’t listen to me."
"Listening and obeying are two completely different things." Jaejoong counters.
The headpiece slip off on its own accord, its sound against the carpeted floor outdone by the moan Yunho emits from the back of his throat.
A free hand comes to grip at Jaejoong's hip, yanking him right into the wall of Yunho's body.
Caught off guard Jaejoong moves to quickly uncross his arms. Struggling in the narrow space available to him, his palms land against the chest of the other and he can feel the tension of muscles under the thin cotton. His mouth parts and despite the forceful hold on his lower body Jaejoong rolls his hips against the younger male. The movement teasing the arousal he hopes Yunho could feel as well.
Jaejoong closes his eyes, leaning in to extinguish that tiny gap between their lips.
Yet, Yunho isn't there.
The hand in his hair tugs his head back and Jaejoong snaps his eyes open just in time to see his world spin around him as Yunho reverses their positions. His legs tangle in his ungrace and Jaejoong falls the second Yunho releases his hold on him.
Reaching out for anything Jaejoong somehow manages to collide with the edge of the mattress. His hands fisting into the sheets as he pulls himself back up to regain his footing.
An arm comes down over Jaejoong’s shoulder and he freezes, hunched over and trapped under the weighted warmth that begins to drape itself across his back. The muscles in his biceps immediately reveal themselves as he soon becomes the main support for them both.
Yunho bows his head down right next to Jaejoong's profile. His toothy smirk skimming across the other's ear while his hand begins to play with the furry attachment clipped on near Jaejoong's ass.
Jaejoong is completely aware that he might have provoked Yunho a bit too much. The other male had switched from annoyance to being hell bent on raining sexual revenge down onto him. Not that Jaejoong exactly minded. He had hoped something like this would happen, but originally he had planned for it after the party. Seeing that the option for keeping his costume intact was closing fast.
And as if on queue, Yunho yanks at his attachment. The loud snap of a broken fastening startling Jaejoong as he's jerked backwards. Muffling a moan when his ass meets with the hardness at Yunho's groin.
Yunho discards the piece onto the floor, his hand coming back to wind itself around the frail throat of the older male.
Jaejoong bites at his lower lip, eyes shutting as he focuses solely on the fingers roughly moving against the accessory he has buckled on there.
"This." Yunho starts when his fingers come to flick at the small golden noisemaker, lettetting it ring out before pressing it into the groove of Jaejoong's neck. "Can stay."
Jaejoong's breath hitches. His body responds with eagerness, shifting himself just enough to get Yunho to hum in approval in the space behind his ear.
Jaejoong partially opens his eyes, turning towards the sound in time to catch the look Yunho sends him before the warmth of the other's body all but disappears from his skin.
The hand at his neck along with the arm braced over his shoulder move backwards along his spine. Nearly causing Jaejoong to buckle under the sudden pressure of Yunho pushing himself up off of him.
Hips cant forward and Jaejoong sucks in a breath as Yunho grinds himself against his ass, simultaneously allowing for him to feel both Yunho's and his own arousal thicken under the cover of unshed clothes.
Jaejoong makes a strangled whine that sounds a lot like Yunho's name. His body intuitionally pushing back into those hips until his one arm finally gives out.
He falls into the sheets and for half a second Jaejoong isn't sure what to do until he feels Yunho pull at his shoulder, easily turning him over so that they could face each other.
Jaejoong takes in the small amount of time Yunho gives him to finally breath with some decent normalcy. His hands reach out and the younger male yields to him without any hesitance. Lowering himself until his face is rested against the gentle embrace of open palms.
A smug smile appears on those lips as Jaejoong guides Yunho’s head closer to his own. It’s annoying and Jaejoong wants nothing more but to kiss the damn expression off Yunho's face but, every time he pulls the other down close enough for him to reach it, Yunho resists him. Sparking the sad look Jaejoong dons on as Yunho finally shakes his head, eyes flashing toward the head of the bed in silent direction for Jaejoong to follow.
The disgruntled huff of air Jaejoong releases is ignored as he works to brings his legs on to bed, sliding himself backwards until the pillows against his back act like the seat to his throne. He reclines into them, unabashedly spreading his legs open as he does so, putting himself on display under the surveillance of the other male.
That despised smug smile is still in place on Yunho’s face as he moves forward onto the mattress. His hands already working their way up Jaejoong's legs before he even comes to kneel between them.
Looking to speed things along, Jaejoong sinks further into the pillows, making sure that Yunho is watching as he guides his own hand down his chest. The latter’s hands still only at his knees by the time Jaejoong reaches his own arousal.
Jaejoong's hips quickly jerk upward against his palm, his head rolling back as he teases himself.
Lidded eyes watch as Yunho shifts backwards, the tightening grip underneath Jaejoong's knees, the only warning before Yunho drags his body down from the plush wall of pillows.
Jaejoong doesn’t stop though, he readjusts himself, his shirt riding up beneath him as he ignores Yunho's disapproving tsking noise in favor of his own pleasure. The press of his hand becoming more persistent as the leather of his pants starts to constrict.
Yunho grabs him. His voice leering a hiss of a warning.
"Touch yourself again and I'll use that tail of yours to bind you."
Jaejoong gives a hoarse frustrated whine, his body twisting to dislodge Yunho's hold on his hand. He knows the grip isn't that strong and against better judgment, Jaejoong humors the possibility of letting just a few of his fingers stray back into action.
Yet, one look at the heat in Yunho's eyes only has him merely nodding his head in submission. There was no doubt that choosing to listen this time around would save him from whatever Yunho had in store for him if he didn't.
"Good boy." Yunho praises smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the slim cuts of revealed skin at Jaejoong's waist.
"I'm not a dog." Jaejoong retorts, watching as Yunho lowers his head closer to his lower body.
Yunho looks back up, his lips now slick from the single passing of a pink tongue.
"Oh, I know exactly what you are." Yunho says, placing a kiss on Jaejoong's midriff before moving further down to press into the seam of Jaejoong’s zipper.
Jaejoong swallows down his exclamation, one hand quickly covering his mouth to muffle the noises Yunho causes him to make as his constrained erection is continuously mouthed at. The whole action and fair amount of pleasure Yunho stimulates throughout his entire being does nothing to remove the ache of his unfreed arousal.
"Yunho." Jaejoong pleads. The strain in his voice doing little to convey how the unforgiving lack of stretch in his leather pants sets ablaze the sense of delirium within his mind. He could feel the effects alight every nerve under his skin and he struggles across the sheets to find some way to lessen his crisis.
Jaejoong hiccups when Yunho pins his legs down, the other's mouth getting more persistent as it progresses into pitiless teething.
"Yunho." Jaejoong's free hand clenches at the shirt riding up his stomach. "Oh god. Yunho. The pants."
Soundlessly, Yunho shakes his head and Jaejoong can feel the signal of disagreement right against his pained member. Jaejoong curses, the hand over his mouth swings into the mattress. His nails dig into the bedding and he tries again without the pleasantries.
"Take the fucking pants off, Yunho." He growls.
Yunho brings his head up just enough for Jaejoong to witness the swipe of tongue along his member.
"Your so eager now." Yunho speaks.
"Fuck y-" Jaejoong's breath catches in his throat, a sound of aggregation coming out instead. He wants to curse Yunho out or if it were possible in his given condition to just kick the other male off of him and resolve his insanely annoying problem himself. But, he finds himself unable to bring himself to enough coherency to do anything about it. He was reliant on the other male and Yunho cruelly knew that, beckoning Jaejoong's body to twist and move in ways of its own will as Yunho continues to tease his discomfort.
Yunho’s hands move and the metal fastening to Jaejoong's pants is undone. His movements temporarily stopping to bask in the revelry of a single zipper head falling tooth by tooth down the length of his arousal.
Before it even reaches the end of its trail Jaejoong hears Yunho snicker.
"How convenient." Yunho smirks, sinking the zipper down to its end point. The allowance just enough for Jaejoong's erection to spring free, uninhibited by the wear of undergarments.
Jaejoong is about to heave a sigh of relief but the sudden mouth that comes down on his freed member has him sucking the air back in before it even leaves his mouth.
He was already so close, it wouldn't take much for Yunho to set him off. But even with the rough sucks and caresses of tongue there remains a tight grip of fingers wrapped around the base of his cock that refuse to move even when Yunho's lips reach down to meet them.
By the time Jaejoong realizes what Yunho is planning it's already too late. His cock hits the back of Yunho's throat and his cries of protest are cut into shreds as the muscles in his body clench down in result of the refutable high Yunho gives him.
Jaejoong is in turmoil. The grip on his flushed member halts his release and the dry orgasm he suffers through leaves his whole body prickled with sensitivity.
He's barely able to aid Yunho in the removal of his pants. Only watching as the other male is forced to hand roll the tight leather down his legs, grunting at the lack of space to do so in.
When it’s accomplished, Jaejoong feels the heat of Yunho's mouth return to his skin. A rushed line of kisses are lead up his stomach and a hand comes to push the wrinkled material of Jaejoong's shirt away as Jaejoong's own hands move to grasp onto Yunho's biceps. His fingers slide upward along the curve of muscle until they’re able to clutch at the previously untouched t-shirt still adorned on the tan shoulders.
A well placed swipe of tongue over a studded nipple paired with the return of a hand to his cock has Jaejoong arching off the bed, accompanied with the loud outbreak of triggered moans.
Once again Jaejoong finds himself on the of edge release. The rough hand job and assault on the small barbell pierced through his nipple just about tips him off. He can feel it all still built up inside of him from before, the suspense, the achievable bliss, the need for more, all right there and ready to implode upon him.
But, then he feels an unwelcomed familiarity in the way that hand tightens around is cock.
"No." Jaejoong whispers hoarsely, his head shaking side to side. His hands dart to pull at Yunho's hair or push at his shoulders in desperate attempts of prevention.
"Yunho, don't." Jaejoong releases a soft pleading sob. "Please."
His back falls flat against the mattress again, his hips moving up soon after, searching for any sort of friction to relieve his ache. But he meets with empty air and all too quickly Jaejoong feels the tightening of muscles in his abdomin.
His pleas rise in pitch, spilling out Yunho's name right as he's set off hinged by another slight brush of lips.
It happens faster the second time. Jaejoong's eyes screw shut and his body clenches with spastic shudders. There's a lack of air entering his lungs and his chest constricts as prolonged seconds erase the discomforts of another denied release.
He feels light headed and ill prepared for the crash back into reality that shocks his system, reverberating across his senses with thunderclaps of rushed awareness.
Every inch of his body cries out for his attention, snapping his focus to multiple areas at once, like to the cool beads of sweat trailing across his fevered skin, or to the erratic twinned beating of his arousal and heart or even the sting of welting bite marks that spread out across his chest.
And then comes the soft kiss to his cheek and another to the closed lids of his eyes, both intimate and pleasing.
Jaejoong moans, tuning his head away from Yunho's affection.
"You're an asshole." He mumbles.
Yunho's mirth at Jaejoong's resistance shakes the bed with light waves of laughter. He pushes past the arms that hold him back and places another kiss to the features of Jaejoong's face.
"Get on your hands and knees." He orders.
Jaejoong shakes his head. The wear of two denied releases was taking a toll on his body. His limbs feel heavy and his cock ached. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
"Hey." Yunho's voice drops down to a whisper, light note of laughter still held within. "Jaejoong."
Jaejoong gives another hicup as moisture starts to build at the corner of his eyes. He ignores the additional whispers of his name, each one becoming less teasing than the last, until finally he lets warm fingers guide his head back so that if his eyes were open he'd be facing Yunho. But, he keeps them closed, not wanting to meet with the stare that he can feel burning down on him.
Yunho hadn't moved away at all, even with his meek resistance, he could still feel the younger male's exhales sweep across his cheek and when the next breath went missing, Jaejoong was finding himself counting the seconds until its return.
Yet, it never comes and instead, in its place, he feels a soft press of lips upon his own.
Jaejoong's whole body jumps, his eyes open and he's left starring up at the closed pair of another.
The kiss is sort lived and when Yunho pulls away their eyes meet. A silent hush settling between them as they just stare without the need for words to fill the space between them.
Jaejoong's heart speeds in double time, his arms moving first, wrapping themselves around the back of Yunho's neck, welcoming the latter's move to kiss him again.
He gets the chance to kiss back this time and things begin to progress again. Their mouths jump past the basics and adapt into an exchange of tongue and teeth. It's the one area Jaejoong finds himself in control over Yunho, which makes for every moan he's able to elicit from the younger male that much more stimulating.
Hands wonder and their bodies draw closer as desperation sets in. The soft comforts of love are elevated into ripened cravings for release, spurred on by the spikes of adrenaline flowing through their veins.
Jaejoong's nails dig into the fabric of Yunho's shirt, raking it up his back as he gasps out from the grinding of Yunho's hips. His advantage is lost and Yunho is quick to pick it back up. Arms wrap around Jaejoong's torso and pull him upwards into a sitting position. Together they rid the other of their shirt and crash back into another seal of lips.
The fall back onto the mattress isn't gentle and their teeth clink together upon impact, in tune to the bell still clasped on to Jaejoong's neck.
Yunho moans, disconnecting their mouths in favor for applying kisses to the length of Jaejoong's throat, trailing down until Jaejoong feels the press of lips against his pounding heart.
Without so much as a glance or stoppage in the attention given to the marks on Jaejoong's skin, Yunho reaches his hand past Jaejoong's head into the cover of their pillows, emerging with a vile of lube.
Jaejoong wastes no time in readjusting himself in the few seconds it takes for Yunho to slicken his fingers, moaning as he feels the press of them against his entrance. Two enter and Jaejoong whimpers for a third, rocking himself against the digits as they work to widen the ring of muscle.
"Jaejoong." Yunho urges, nipping impatiently at unmarred areas of skin in the crook of Jaejoong's neck.
"Ok." Jaejoong breathes, his arms dropping down from their station around Yunho's shoulders.
Yunho pulls his fingers out, curling them just enough to have Jaejoong clenching for them to stay.
They share one last kiss at Jaejoong's demand before Yunho pulls away completely, allowing room for Jaejoong to turn himself over. And while Yunho works on the removal of the last unshed article clothing between them, Jaejoong arranges himself on his hands and knees, biting his lip as he watches Yunho's own preparation through the space between his legs.
His hips sway in invitation as Yunho comes to kneel behind him, hands still working to coat his length before its head touches Jaejoong's hole.
Jaejoong squares his shoulders, steadying his stance as Yunho pushes in with one go.
"Keep your head up." Yunho orders, tightening his hold on Jaejoong's hips.
Jaejoong lifts his head, relinquishing the last bits of control he thought he had to the strong hands now dictating how he should move.
Yunho starts his thrusts, and as soon as his prostate his pounded into Jaejoong's head immediately bows back down. The shrill in his voice triggering a faster speed and smears of kisses up the spine of his back until his head his yanked back by the roots of his hair.
"Up." Yunho bites out.
Jaejoong whines apologetically, noting the musical cries of the golden bell every time his body is jerked forward by the force of Yunho's hips.
He's so fucking close, he can feel the drops of pre cum drip off the sensitive head of his arousal and the tightening pressure he inflicts on Yunho's cock with every slide. His chest expends and contracts with shaky breaths and he finds his warnings trapped within corrupted syllables until the moment of release locks his voice into a silent scream.
Heavy uneven waves of cum coat the sheets below him and Jaejoong's whole body starts to shake in violent succession. His arms give out but his hips remain upright as Yunho rides out the moment of his own release until he too falls to the bed out of breath with a twitching cock between his legs.
Jaejoong doesn't know how he wound up on his back or in Yunho's arms, figuring that his momentary losses to heavy eye lids had lasted longer than he thought.
Yunho's fingers outline the scattered marks of teeth across his chest, smiling when Jaejoong turns to look at him.
"I think you did this on purpose." Yunho says.
"I think you over reacted."
"Maybe a little." Yunho glances down, drawing out a large v on top of Jaejoong's chest to clearly highlight where the neckline of his shirt would fall. "But, I'm starting to see the benefits in you wearing this."
Jaejoong smirks.
"I knew you would."
Yunho shakes his head matching Jaejoong's smirk with one of his own, as if he knew something Jaejoong didn't.
"Yah..." He pulls his hand away. "Do you think Yoochun will be mad at us for being late?"
Realization dawns on Jaejoong just as a familiar ringtone starts to play in the distance. Jaejoong curses, already bounding out of the bed to reach his phone.
"Shit."
A/N: Did you guys guess what Jaejoong is wearing to Yoochun's costume party? If you translated the title before reading you might have already known. Hoho~
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Author: Chunmusings
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17
Type: AU
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Maybe hate was too strong of a word to describe how Yunho felt about Jaejoong's choice of outfit.
A/N: ....wow, ok this was supposed to be finished months ago ;; and if you're one of the few waiting for Knowing You's update just know that it will come. Many thanks to Steph for the idea and Eri and Christina for the help~
Jaejoong leans over the bathroom sink, inching closer to the mirror as he brings the tip of his liquid eyeliner to his eye.
The leather of his pants squeaks against the porcelain countertop in protest of the uncomfortable position, yet Jaejoong remains steady, determined on finishing the last few touches of his costume. He completes one eye and moves on to the next.
Carefully, he rests his hand above the black lines drawn on his cheek, not even breathing as he applies the eyeliner to the edges of his eye, starting from the top and working down to the corner where he begins to meticulously draw on a tip.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Jaejoong jumps at the voice, causing a crooked line of black makeup to stray right into his eye.
He curses in a loud mix of pain and surprise, tossing the pen down into the sink as his hands automatically come up to cover his eye. There's tears forming and he’s trying to blink them away to avoid any further damage to the painstaking craft he had spent so much time applying to his face.
"What?" He spits out in annoyance towards the suited man standing in the bathroom doorway.
"You're not wearing that." Yunho chides, his body suddenly going rigid in anger.
Jaejoong pouts, glancing down at his attire.
"Why not?" Jaejoong looks back up at Yunho with a pleading look. He curls his one hand next to his cheek, tilting his head as he coos his words. "You don't think I look cute?"
Yunho narrows his eyes.
"Is that what you call it?"
"It's just a costume Yunho, relax."
"Change. Now." Yunho orders, his jaw setting as he turns away from Jaejoong and silently treads down the hallway.
Jaejoong turns back to his reflection in the mirror, twisting himself to study every possible angle he could contort to. He was pleased with the way he looked, minus the skewed lines near his eye, to which he frowns at, but everything else was perfect. His clothes were on him like a second skin and he was positive Yunho had noticed the lack of imagination required to see what was underneath them.
Jaejoong smirks, readjusting both his head and neckpiece before walking out of the bathroom. He follows the hallway down to the bedroom where he finds Yunho in the midst of changing. The suit jacket the younger man came home with was already hanging off the back of the door, leaving Yunho in his white dress shirt near the dresser removing his tie.
Jaejoong leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he observes nimble fingers working to loosen the knot.
"How was your day?"
"Fine." Yunho answers without pausing to think about it, even whipping his tie off in the same breath. The silk fabric snaps loudly against the wood of the dresser, and although his next words were spoken softly, they carried the same effect.
"Jaejoong, please change."
Jaejoong licks his lips.
"I don't want to."
Yunho's jaw tightens again as he undoes the cuffs to his sleeves, letting them hang open at his wrist as he continues on to the buttons running down his chest.
"I'm not bringing you to the party dressed like that."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"There's no time for me to pick something else out. I promised Yoochun that we'd arrive early."
"Make time." Yunho snaps.
"I'm not changing."
"Jae..."
"You haven't even given me a reason why."
"You want a reason why?" Yunho repeats, almost laughing at the absurdity in Jaejoong's request.
With all the buttons undone Yunho yanks the dress shirt out of its tucked position in his pants and throws it towards the hamper. He turns to face him, the thin layer of a white cotton t-shirt the only thing obstructing Jaejoong's view to the taunt tanned skin underneath.
Their glares meet and Yunho actually looks completely pissed. The warm brown of almond shaped eyes were dangerously dark and unflinching, bearing down on Jaejoong like the barrel of a gun.
Jaejoong hears the rush of blood to his head, the stuttering beat of his heart as his insides twist with unease under Yunho's stare. But, his face remains impassive, collected, and unnerved to match his unyielding composure in the doorway.
"Do you really not get it?" Yunho hisses out.
"Please." Jaejoong mocks, "elaborate it for me."
Yunho's hands reflexively ball into fist at his sides.
"You're dressed like fucking eye candy." Yunho spits out.
"And what's wrong with that?" Jaejoong smirks, enjoying the way Yunho's eyes snap down to his hips as he begins his move into the room, the tightness of his costume becoming his advantage as he draws out his steps, accentuating the lines of his body.
"I'm yours aren't I?" Jaejoong whispers when he cuts distance between them in half.
Yunho's eyes jump back up to meet with his, pupils dilated and fighting to stay sternly in place.
There's a rapid change in Yunho's breathing and it has Jaejoong trying to hide his smug smile even in spite of the intimidation he feels by stepping into tall shadow casted on the floor by Yunho's figure.
"Some might stare..." Jaejoong continues, using Yunho's silence to prolong the pull on the younger male's patience. "And of course a there'll be a brave few who try and flirt with me. "
"But..." Jaejoong takes the last step, his arms still folded across his chest as he stares up at Yunho. "Do you really think that I would care about who else wants me when it's your dick I’m getting tonight?"
Yunho tsks gruffly at Jaejoong's shamelessness.
"Is that all you use me for?"
Jaejoong keeps his eyes locked with Yunho's even as the younger male leans in closer, lips just barely touching as they continue talking.
"It's definitely one of your better qualities."
Yunho's mouth parts and Jaejoong can feel the release of a sigh on his lips.
"Oh, Jaejoong..." Yunho mumbles, his stare dropping down to where his finger comes up to trace along the dip in Jaejoong's v-neck.
Instantly, Jaejoong is reminded of how easily his body can betray him. It's only a simple touch of skin and yet Jaejoong has to school his face to stay impassive. The strenuously slow pace of Yunho's finger down his chest ignites a heady tint of scarlet across the skin of his body.The digit pauses at the lowest point of the v, giving Jaejoong just enough time to suck in a breath before it continues back up the opposite side.
"You..." Yunho drags his finger up to the top of the shirt, ending his expedition. His eyes come back up to meet with Jaejoong's, his finger left tapping absent mindedly against the base of Jaejoong's collar bone. "...make me terribly selfish."
In the cover of folded arms Jaejoong pinches the skin of his side to distract himself from the sudden surge of arousal that drains right down into his groin.
"Well, I suppose..." Jaejoong leans in closer, "since you dislike it so much you should just take it off for me."
There's a pause in Yunho's breathing, the lack of it causing a chill to spread across Jaejoong's lips. He wants the warmth back, and not in just the heat of Yunho’s mouth but from the heat of his whole body.
Yet, in the seconds that strain by it seems that Yunho is in no rush to help Jaejoong achieve this goal. The finger perched near his shoulder moves again, this time leading a trail of sensitive goose bumps over the visible pulse in Jaejoong's neck until it perches itself right under his ear.
The palm of Yunho's hand comes to rest on the side of the Jaejoong's face, disrupting the makeup applied there with a swipe of his thumb.
Jaejoong flashes a look of annoyance at him even though Yunho just coolly ignores it, glancing down at the smeared product on his thumb before wiping it along Jaejoong's jaw to rid of it.
Satisfied, Yunho’s attention moves on to the headpiece carefully tucked into the folds of black hair, mischievous fingers following soon after, pushing the accessory backwards until it balances on the point of falling off at the slightest movement.
"An extra pair of ears and you still don’t listen to me."
"Listening and obeying are two completely different things." Jaejoong counters.
The headpiece slip off on its own accord, its sound against the carpeted floor outdone by the moan Yunho emits from the back of his throat.
A free hand comes to grip at Jaejoong's hip, yanking him right into the wall of Yunho's body.
Caught off guard Jaejoong moves to quickly uncross his arms. Struggling in the narrow space available to him, his palms land against the chest of the other and he can feel the tension of muscles under the thin cotton. His mouth parts and despite the forceful hold on his lower body Jaejoong rolls his hips against the younger male. The movement teasing the arousal he hopes Yunho could feel as well.
Jaejoong closes his eyes, leaning in to extinguish that tiny gap between their lips.
Yet, Yunho isn't there.
The hand in his hair tugs his head back and Jaejoong snaps his eyes open just in time to see his world spin around him as Yunho reverses their positions. His legs tangle in his ungrace and Jaejoong falls the second Yunho releases his hold on him.
Reaching out for anything Jaejoong somehow manages to collide with the edge of the mattress. His hands fisting into the sheets as he pulls himself back up to regain his footing.
An arm comes down over Jaejoong’s shoulder and he freezes, hunched over and trapped under the weighted warmth that begins to drape itself across his back. The muscles in his biceps immediately reveal themselves as he soon becomes the main support for them both.
Yunho bows his head down right next to Jaejoong's profile. His toothy smirk skimming across the other's ear while his hand begins to play with the furry attachment clipped on near Jaejoong's ass.
Jaejoong is completely aware that he might have provoked Yunho a bit too much. The other male had switched from annoyance to being hell bent on raining sexual revenge down onto him. Not that Jaejoong exactly minded. He had hoped something like this would happen, but originally he had planned for it after the party. Seeing that the option for keeping his costume intact was closing fast.
And as if on queue, Yunho yanks at his attachment. The loud snap of a broken fastening startling Jaejoong as he's jerked backwards. Muffling a moan when his ass meets with the hardness at Yunho's groin.
Yunho discards the piece onto the floor, his hand coming back to wind itself around the frail throat of the older male.
Jaejoong bites at his lower lip, eyes shutting as he focuses solely on the fingers roughly moving against the accessory he has buckled on there.
"This." Yunho starts when his fingers come to flick at the small golden noisemaker, lettetting it ring out before pressing it into the groove of Jaejoong's neck. "Can stay."
Jaejoong's breath hitches. His body responds with eagerness, shifting himself just enough to get Yunho to hum in approval in the space behind his ear.
Jaejoong partially opens his eyes, turning towards the sound in time to catch the look Yunho sends him before the warmth of the other's body all but disappears from his skin.
The hand at his neck along with the arm braced over his shoulder move backwards along his spine. Nearly causing Jaejoong to buckle under the sudden pressure of Yunho pushing himself up off of him.
Hips cant forward and Jaejoong sucks in a breath as Yunho grinds himself against his ass, simultaneously allowing for him to feel both Yunho's and his own arousal thicken under the cover of unshed clothes.
Jaejoong makes a strangled whine that sounds a lot like Yunho's name. His body intuitionally pushing back into those hips until his one arm finally gives out.
He falls into the sheets and for half a second Jaejoong isn't sure what to do until he feels Yunho pull at his shoulder, easily turning him over so that they could face each other.
Jaejoong takes in the small amount of time Yunho gives him to finally breath with some decent normalcy. His hands reach out and the younger male yields to him without any hesitance. Lowering himself until his face is rested against the gentle embrace of open palms.
A smug smile appears on those lips as Jaejoong guides Yunho’s head closer to his own. It’s annoying and Jaejoong wants nothing more but to kiss the damn expression off Yunho's face but, every time he pulls the other down close enough for him to reach it, Yunho resists him. Sparking the sad look Jaejoong dons on as Yunho finally shakes his head, eyes flashing toward the head of the bed in silent direction for Jaejoong to follow.
The disgruntled huff of air Jaejoong releases is ignored as he works to brings his legs on to bed, sliding himself backwards until the pillows against his back act like the seat to his throne. He reclines into them, unabashedly spreading his legs open as he does so, putting himself on display under the surveillance of the other male.
That despised smug smile is still in place on Yunho’s face as he moves forward onto the mattress. His hands already working their way up Jaejoong's legs before he even comes to kneel between them.
Looking to speed things along, Jaejoong sinks further into the pillows, making sure that Yunho is watching as he guides his own hand down his chest. The latter’s hands still only at his knees by the time Jaejoong reaches his own arousal.
Jaejoong's hips quickly jerk upward against his palm, his head rolling back as he teases himself.
Lidded eyes watch as Yunho shifts backwards, the tightening grip underneath Jaejoong's knees, the only warning before Yunho drags his body down from the plush wall of pillows.
Jaejoong doesn’t stop though, he readjusts himself, his shirt riding up beneath him as he ignores Yunho's disapproving tsking noise in favor of his own pleasure. The press of his hand becoming more persistent as the leather of his pants starts to constrict.
Yunho grabs him. His voice leering a hiss of a warning.
"Touch yourself again and I'll use that tail of yours to bind you."
Jaejoong gives a hoarse frustrated whine, his body twisting to dislodge Yunho's hold on his hand. He knows the grip isn't that strong and against better judgment, Jaejoong humors the possibility of letting just a few of his fingers stray back into action.
Yet, one look at the heat in Yunho's eyes only has him merely nodding his head in submission. There was no doubt that choosing to listen this time around would save him from whatever Yunho had in store for him if he didn't.
"Good boy." Yunho praises smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the slim cuts of revealed skin at Jaejoong's waist.
"I'm not a dog." Jaejoong retorts, watching as Yunho lowers his head closer to his lower body.
Yunho looks back up, his lips now slick from the single passing of a pink tongue.
"Oh, I know exactly what you are." Yunho says, placing a kiss on Jaejoong's midriff before moving further down to press into the seam of Jaejoong’s zipper.
Jaejoong swallows down his exclamation, one hand quickly covering his mouth to muffle the noises Yunho causes him to make as his constrained erection is continuously mouthed at. The whole action and fair amount of pleasure Yunho stimulates throughout his entire being does nothing to remove the ache of his unfreed arousal.
"Yunho." Jaejoong pleads. The strain in his voice doing little to convey how the unforgiving lack of stretch in his leather pants sets ablaze the sense of delirium within his mind. He could feel the effects alight every nerve under his skin and he struggles across the sheets to find some way to lessen his crisis.
Jaejoong hiccups when Yunho pins his legs down, the other's mouth getting more persistent as it progresses into pitiless teething.
"Yunho." Jaejoong's free hand clenches at the shirt riding up his stomach. "Oh god. Yunho. The pants."
Soundlessly, Yunho shakes his head and Jaejoong can feel the signal of disagreement right against his pained member. Jaejoong curses, the hand over his mouth swings into the mattress. His nails dig into the bedding and he tries again without the pleasantries.
"Take the fucking pants off, Yunho." He growls.
Yunho brings his head up just enough for Jaejoong to witness the swipe of tongue along his member.
"Your so eager now." Yunho speaks.
"Fuck y-" Jaejoong's breath catches in his throat, a sound of aggregation coming out instead. He wants to curse Yunho out or if it were possible in his given condition to just kick the other male off of him and resolve his insanely annoying problem himself. But, he finds himself unable to bring himself to enough coherency to do anything about it. He was reliant on the other male and Yunho cruelly knew that, beckoning Jaejoong's body to twist and move in ways of its own will as Yunho continues to tease his discomfort.
Yunho’s hands move and the metal fastening to Jaejoong's pants is undone. His movements temporarily stopping to bask in the revelry of a single zipper head falling tooth by tooth down the length of his arousal.
Before it even reaches the end of its trail Jaejoong hears Yunho snicker.
"How convenient." Yunho smirks, sinking the zipper down to its end point. The allowance just enough for Jaejoong's erection to spring free, uninhibited by the wear of undergarments.
Jaejoong is about to heave a sigh of relief but the sudden mouth that comes down on his freed member has him sucking the air back in before it even leaves his mouth.
He was already so close, it wouldn't take much for Yunho to set him off. But even with the rough sucks and caresses of tongue there remains a tight grip of fingers wrapped around the base of his cock that refuse to move even when Yunho's lips reach down to meet them.
By the time Jaejoong realizes what Yunho is planning it's already too late. His cock hits the back of Yunho's throat and his cries of protest are cut into shreds as the muscles in his body clench down in result of the refutable high Yunho gives him.
Jaejoong is in turmoil. The grip on his flushed member halts his release and the dry orgasm he suffers through leaves his whole body prickled with sensitivity.
He's barely able to aid Yunho in the removal of his pants. Only watching as the other male is forced to hand roll the tight leather down his legs, grunting at the lack of space to do so in.
When it’s accomplished, Jaejoong feels the heat of Yunho's mouth return to his skin. A rushed line of kisses are lead up his stomach and a hand comes to push the wrinkled material of Jaejoong's shirt away as Jaejoong's own hands move to grasp onto Yunho's biceps. His fingers slide upward along the curve of muscle until they’re able to clutch at the previously untouched t-shirt still adorned on the tan shoulders.
A well placed swipe of tongue over a studded nipple paired with the return of a hand to his cock has Jaejoong arching off the bed, accompanied with the loud outbreak of triggered moans.
Once again Jaejoong finds himself on the of edge release. The rough hand job and assault on the small barbell pierced through his nipple just about tips him off. He can feel it all still built up inside of him from before, the suspense, the achievable bliss, the need for more, all right there and ready to implode upon him.
But, then he feels an unwelcomed familiarity in the way that hand tightens around is cock.
"No." Jaejoong whispers hoarsely, his head shaking side to side. His hands dart to pull at Yunho's hair or push at his shoulders in desperate attempts of prevention.
"Yunho, don't." Jaejoong releases a soft pleading sob. "Please."
His back falls flat against the mattress again, his hips moving up soon after, searching for any sort of friction to relieve his ache. But he meets with empty air and all too quickly Jaejoong feels the tightening of muscles in his abdomin.
His pleas rise in pitch, spilling out Yunho's name right as he's set off hinged by another slight brush of lips.
It happens faster the second time. Jaejoong's eyes screw shut and his body clenches with spastic shudders. There's a lack of air entering his lungs and his chest constricts as prolonged seconds erase the discomforts of another denied release.
He feels light headed and ill prepared for the crash back into reality that shocks his system, reverberating across his senses with thunderclaps of rushed awareness.
Every inch of his body cries out for his attention, snapping his focus to multiple areas at once, like to the cool beads of sweat trailing across his fevered skin, or to the erratic twinned beating of his arousal and heart or even the sting of welting bite marks that spread out across his chest.
And then comes the soft kiss to his cheek and another to the closed lids of his eyes, both intimate and pleasing.
Jaejoong moans, tuning his head away from Yunho's affection.
"You're an asshole." He mumbles.
Yunho's mirth at Jaejoong's resistance shakes the bed with light waves of laughter. He pushes past the arms that hold him back and places another kiss to the features of Jaejoong's face.
"Get on your hands and knees." He orders.
Jaejoong shakes his head. The wear of two denied releases was taking a toll on his body. His limbs feel heavy and his cock ached. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
"Hey." Yunho's voice drops down to a whisper, light note of laughter still held within. "Jaejoong."
Jaejoong gives another hicup as moisture starts to build at the corner of his eyes. He ignores the additional whispers of his name, each one becoming less teasing than the last, until finally he lets warm fingers guide his head back so that if his eyes were open he'd be facing Yunho. But, he keeps them closed, not wanting to meet with the stare that he can feel burning down on him.
Yunho hadn't moved away at all, even with his meek resistance, he could still feel the younger male's exhales sweep across his cheek and when the next breath went missing, Jaejoong was finding himself counting the seconds until its return.
Yet, it never comes and instead, in its place, he feels a soft press of lips upon his own.
Jaejoong's whole body jumps, his eyes open and he's left starring up at the closed pair of another.
The kiss is sort lived and when Yunho pulls away their eyes meet. A silent hush settling between them as they just stare without the need for words to fill the space between them.
Jaejoong's heart speeds in double time, his arms moving first, wrapping themselves around the back of Yunho's neck, welcoming the latter's move to kiss him again.
He gets the chance to kiss back this time and things begin to progress again. Their mouths jump past the basics and adapt into an exchange of tongue and teeth. It's the one area Jaejoong finds himself in control over Yunho, which makes for every moan he's able to elicit from the younger male that much more stimulating.
Hands wonder and their bodies draw closer as desperation sets in. The soft comforts of love are elevated into ripened cravings for release, spurred on by the spikes of adrenaline flowing through their veins.
Jaejoong's nails dig into the fabric of Yunho's shirt, raking it up his back as he gasps out from the grinding of Yunho's hips. His advantage is lost and Yunho is quick to pick it back up. Arms wrap around Jaejoong's torso and pull him upwards into a sitting position. Together they rid the other of their shirt and crash back into another seal of lips.
The fall back onto the mattress isn't gentle and their teeth clink together upon impact, in tune to the bell still clasped on to Jaejoong's neck.
Yunho moans, disconnecting their mouths in favor for applying kisses to the length of Jaejoong's throat, trailing down until Jaejoong feels the press of lips against his pounding heart.
Without so much as a glance or stoppage in the attention given to the marks on Jaejoong's skin, Yunho reaches his hand past Jaejoong's head into the cover of their pillows, emerging with a vile of lube.
Jaejoong wastes no time in readjusting himself in the few seconds it takes for Yunho to slicken his fingers, moaning as he feels the press of them against his entrance. Two enter and Jaejoong whimpers for a third, rocking himself against the digits as they work to widen the ring of muscle.
"Jaejoong." Yunho urges, nipping impatiently at unmarred areas of skin in the crook of Jaejoong's neck.
"Ok." Jaejoong breathes, his arms dropping down from their station around Yunho's shoulders.
Yunho pulls his fingers out, curling them just enough to have Jaejoong clenching for them to stay.
They share one last kiss at Jaejoong's demand before Yunho pulls away completely, allowing room for Jaejoong to turn himself over. And while Yunho works on the removal of the last unshed article clothing between them, Jaejoong arranges himself on his hands and knees, biting his lip as he watches Yunho's own preparation through the space between his legs.
His hips sway in invitation as Yunho comes to kneel behind him, hands still working to coat his length before its head touches Jaejoong's hole.
Jaejoong squares his shoulders, steadying his stance as Yunho pushes in with one go.
"Keep your head up." Yunho orders, tightening his hold on Jaejoong's hips.
Jaejoong lifts his head, relinquishing the last bits of control he thought he had to the strong hands now dictating how he should move.
Yunho starts his thrusts, and as soon as his prostate his pounded into Jaejoong's head immediately bows back down. The shrill in his voice triggering a faster speed and smears of kisses up the spine of his back until his head his yanked back by the roots of his hair.
"Up." Yunho bites out.
Jaejoong whines apologetically, noting the musical cries of the golden bell every time his body is jerked forward by the force of Yunho's hips.
He's so fucking close, he can feel the drops of pre cum drip off the sensitive head of his arousal and the tightening pressure he inflicts on Yunho's cock with every slide. His chest expends and contracts with shaky breaths and he finds his warnings trapped within corrupted syllables until the moment of release locks his voice into a silent scream.
Heavy uneven waves of cum coat the sheets below him and Jaejoong's whole body starts to shake in violent succession. His arms give out but his hips remain upright as Yunho rides out the moment of his own release until he too falls to the bed out of breath with a twitching cock between his legs.
Jaejoong doesn't know how he wound up on his back or in Yunho's arms, figuring that his momentary losses to heavy eye lids had lasted longer than he thought.
Yunho's fingers outline the scattered marks of teeth across his chest, smiling when Jaejoong turns to look at him.
"I think you did this on purpose." Yunho says.
"I think you over reacted."
"Maybe a little." Yunho glances down, drawing out a large v on top of Jaejoong's chest to clearly highlight where the neckline of his shirt would fall. "But, I'm starting to see the benefits in you wearing this."
Jaejoong smirks.
"I knew you would."
Yunho shakes his head matching Jaejoong's smirk with one of his own, as if he knew something Jaejoong didn't.
"Yah..." He pulls his hand away. "Do you think Yoochun will be mad at us for being late?"
Realization dawns on Jaejoong just as a familiar ringtone starts to play in the distance. Jaejoong curses, already bounding out of the bed to reach his phone.
"Shit."
A/N: Did you guys guess what Jaejoong is wearing to Yoochun's costume party? If you translated the title before reading you might have already known. Hoho~
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