Freedom and Control
Title: Freedom and Control
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun
Summary: A famous singer and a coffee shop owner play very different roles in their public, and in their private, married life (birthday fic for BE-DDELUSIONALL)
Warnings: BDSM, bondage
❤ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRACI MISTRESS ❤
Yoochun sighed and tucked the loose strand of hair behind his ear again. It had been annoying him for most of the day, but he wouldn’t bother fixing his ponytail now, when it was almost time to go home.
His hair was the least of his problems today. One of his baristas called in sick this morning, right when the old should-be-replaced-but-maybe-it’ll-last-another-month espresso machine began one of its weekly strikes.
It had been very stressful to find someone to take an extra shift on such a busy day near Christmas, but the decision to finally order a new machine had been even harder. Yoochun spent the rest of the morning in a nostalgic mood, remembering the day he stuck the name of his very own coffee shop on the window himself, hoping the letters weren’t wonky, and waited for his first customers.
The afternoon had been too busy and chaotic to think about anything except the papers on his desk, important phone calls and questions of his employees.
Finally the time had come to close the door of his office behind him and go home. His work was never finished, but he’d recently begun forcing himself to stick to regular working hours.
He walked by a framed poster of XIA promoting his new Christmas album. Someone must have put that up today, replacing the picture of an indie band that sometimes performed on the little stage Yoochun set up in a corner of the shop every Saturday.
He watched XIA’s innocent smile and the playful look in his eyes, creating an image that was both confident and humble, somehow emphasised by his neat black suit and the fake snow in his hair.
Yoochun shook his head and turned away from it. He understood why it was there, but he’d have to ask someone to change it back. The upcoming band needed the coverage more than South Korea’s most beloved ballad singer, a superstar officially nicknamed ‘our darling’ even by people a decade younger than him.
He called to the man behind the bar. “Taemin, I’m going home. Take care of the rest for me?”
Taemin bowed and replied: “Yes, sir!” Yoochun smiled and fondly remembered how he took a shy sixteen year old under his wing as a part-timer and watched him grow into a fine young man, who refuses to give up this job on the side despite being accepted into a major university.
He was at the door, almost free, when a group of girls in high school uniforms blocked his way. “We’ve waited all day for you to come out,” one of them said. “Can we please have his autograph? Please?”
Seeing his expression, another added: “We know you have a stack of them here somewhere and have given them to others. It’s all over the fan cafe!”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said, trying to keep his voice as void of emotion as he could, to be polite. “But I can’t help you with that. I’m sure there’s a fan sign or something for his new album.”
XIA would have done it, he knew, which was why all those annoying rumours got started in the first place. He would have beamed his adorable smile at them and asked them for their names. Then he’d tell them to stay warm and healthy this winter.
The fact that all of those fans showed up because of him and because XIA was discovered as a singer here hurt Yoochun’s pride a little. He wanted his store to do well simply because it was good. But maybe he shouldn’t complain, when so many of his competitors went under or were bought out by chains, and his only concern when buying a new espresso machine was that he would miss the old one, not the cost of the new.
The girls gave him ugly faces and complained, but not a lot. Undoubtedly they were afraid XIA would hear of it if they did. Yoochun walked past them and was relieved to feel the icy December wind hit his face. He was free, although not as free as he wanted to be, yet.
The first thing Yoochun did when he got home was take a shower and change into something more comfortable. The second was to find his collar and fasten it about his neck. He repressed a shiver, a natural reaction to how much he loved weight of the sturdy black leather and the silver capital letter J that quickly warmed to the temperature of his skin. He knelt by the door of the apartment and waited, his hair falling freely around his face.
He didn’t have to do this. Junsu hadn’t texted him the command. But Yoochun knew he would be home early today, and waiting, even out of his own initiative, gave him pleasure. There was something about the slowly building anticipation and the strain on his knees that made Junsu’s arrival an even happier occasion than it already was.
As expected, his heart leaped in his chest when he heard someone type in the security code. Yoochun loved the part that came next, the moment when he got to watch XIA step though the door, then see an invisible weight fall off his shoulders and turn him into Junsu. After that came Yoochun’s favourite, when Junsu noticed the collar around his neck and, with a very subtle change of his expression, turned into Master.
Master smiled, not cutely or innocent, but in a way that filled Yoochun with the need to be possessed by this man, to willingly give up control over his body and mind and to be completely ravished by him. The love that emanated from the fierce look in Master’s eyes told Yoochun that he had made the right decision, putting on his collar by himself.
“I see you are in the mood to play,” Master said. He took off his coat and came closer. “How long have you been waiting like this, my darling?”
“Too long, Master” Yoochun replied.
“You missed me that much?” Master pushed his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and pulled his face towards his crotch. Yoochun breathed in the scent of him. He nodded, his cheek rubbing against the fabric of Master’s slacks.
“Have you eaten?” Master asked. “Real food,” he clarified.
Yoochun shook his head. He was to speak only when spoken to and to reply with a shake of his head whenever he could. An important part of Master’s control was his words, his skilled voice that alternated between appreciative whispers and powerful commands so well it felt natural for Yoochun to want to only listen and never interrupt.
“Prepare a simple dinner while I shower and change,” Master said.
Yoochun often made dinner when Master was busy with promotions, but to do this daily task knowing he was fulfilling one of Master’s commands made it much more meaningful. He prepared a simple stew and mixed in the rice as Master liked it when they ate together like this. He didn’t have to set the table today.
Master came back, filled a bowl and walked to the couch. Yoochun hadn’t been given the command to follow on his knees, so he walked over and sat on the floor by Master’s feet. Master turned on the TV and ate in silence. He used his spoon to feed Yoochun, too.
There was something immensely comforting about being fed. Yoochun would never be able to explain it. He didn’t want to either. It wouldn’t be worth the strange looks people would give him. The same went for bathing and washing his hair. They were things Yoochun could do just as well on his own, but it was never as good as when Master took care of him.
Master took a small piece of meat from his bowl with his hand and brought it to Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun took it, quickly chewed and swallowed and then took his time diligently cleaning Master’s fingers with his tongue. This earned him a long passionate look, and he felt pride in beating the TV with such a simple action.
Soon after, Master turned off the TV completely and told Yoochun to follow him to their bedroom. Yoochun didn’t need to be told to undress when they got there. He knelt at his Master’s feet, naked.
A hand went to his hair again. Yoochun looked up. Master was looking down at him with a softness in his eyes that couldn't be found on any XIA poster. It formed a sharp contrast to his confident posture. Yoochun loved being so close to his body, the muscular thighs stretching tight jeans and rolled up sleeves of his shirt revealing strong arms.
Yoochun felt himself grow hard. Usually all it took was a look, or a word. Such was the effect his Master had on him. Master was hard, too. Yoochun felt it when his face was pressed against the bulge in the jeans. He rubbed his cheek against it. The grip tightened in his hair and Yoochun made a hungry noise in his throat.
With his free hand, Master quickly opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Yoochun gladly opened his mouth when the soft head touched his lips. Master drew in a deep breath when he wrapped his tongue around it and moaned. The grip on his hair tightened even further.
“That’s it, my darling,” Master encouraged him. “I love your hair, and your mouth.”
Yoochun showed how much he appreciated the compliment by sucking with even more eagerness than before. Master urged him on further with small thrusts down his throat, giving him more than he would have taken himself but careful not to gag him.
Yoochun absolutely loved the weight on his tongue, the delightful stretch of his lips and the amount of control Master had over the muscles in his thighs. He was fully hard himself now, the heat in his groin drawing his attention away from the pressure of the wooden floor on his bare knees.
But what he loved the most were the subtle signs that showed how much his Master enjoyed this, the twitching of the fingers in his hair and the sharp intakes of breath.
Suddenly, Master pulled him away by his hair. Yoochun looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“On the bed,” Master said. “On your back.”
Yoochun moved quickly, but not without giving Master a good view of his ass as he climbed onto the soft mattress.
Master followed and hovered over him, still fully dressed with his erection hanging out of his jeans. “Hands up,” he said. Yoochun obliged and closed his eyes in joy and anticipation when Master closed the handcuffs attached to the headboard around his wrists.
Master moved off the bed and left him like that for a while, naked, cuffed to the bed with his straining erection lying against his stomach. Yoochun didn’t open his eyes, wanting the next part to be a surprise.
He almost smiled when he felt the cool pressure of a ball gag against his lips. Instead he opened his mouth and lifted his head so Master could fasten the straps. Sometimes he enjoyed the challenge of being quiet without a gag, but not today, and Master always knew exactly what he wanted.
Next, his legs were pushed up. Just above his knees, Master tightened the straps that were attached to the headboard with short lengths of rope. He couldn’t lower his legs now and he was completely spread open. Master gave him a long look. Yoochun arched his back and whined deep in his throat to urge him on, as precome dribbled from the tip of his cock onto his stomach.
Junsu loved to see his darling like this, do desperate for him and so full of trust. Junsu could do anything he wanted to him. He had so much freedom, so much control.
He longed for moments like this one, near every day when he was away from his husband. There was a certain image he had to portray to his fans, to his manager, composers, journalists, the entire world. He didn’t hate it, not always, but there was no place on earth he could be as carefree and happy as with his darling.
Yoochun had at first rejected the nickname that the public had meant for XIA, but he’d grown to love it and finally asked for it himself. Junsu liked the symbolism of it. He transferred that role, the submissive who always has to listen to what others tell him to do, to Yoochun, who gladly accepted it, loved it, especially after an entire day of being responsible for his business and telling other people what to do, and Junsu could be a different person himself.
Yoochun was whining for him to do something now. Junsu slapped his thigh to shut him up, then leant over his body, between his legs, and kissed his cheek, just above the leather strap of the ball gag, to soften the sting. “Patience, my darling,” he said.
He grabbed the lube he’d grabbed along with the gag, slicked up his fingers and slowly circled one of them around Yoochun’s twitching entrance. Yoochun’s body, tight with anticipation, slowly relaxed. It only tensed up a little bit when Junsu pushed in a finger without warning.
Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut and his cock pulsed more precome onto his stomach.
“I’d love to tease you for hours,” Junsu said as he started moving his finger, loving the shuddering breath Yoochun drew in through his nose at the idea. “I wish I could, but I have a radio show tomorrow morning. My manager picks me up at 5 am.”
Yoochun made a noise of disappointment.
“I know,” Junsu said, “We’ll do that another time. But for now I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” He pushed in a second finger. Yoochun arched his back and pulled on the handcuffs. Junsu knew it was more a reaction to the words than what he was doing with his hand.
Again without warning, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Yoochun threw his head back and struggled against the bonds. He was drooling around the gag. Junsu couldn’t hold back a moan himself at the overwhelming heat and tightness.
He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Yoochun’s chest and pushed in all the way. Junsu wasn’t terribly fond of the way his jeans got between his hips and Yoochun’s skin, or how they restricted his movement, but he knew how much it turned Yoochun on to be naked while he remained fully clothed. That was definitely worth it.
He started moving, hard and fast as he’d promised. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly behind the gag. Junsu loved watching him fall apart. He was beautiful.
Junsu put all his strength into the thrusts, almost pushing Yoochun against the headboard. He tried not to think too much, not about how Yoochun ’s tight hole clenched around him, or about how it had felt to fuck his mouth, how it had looked, his stretched lips…now stretched around the gag… He wanted to last a little longer than this.
But he did keep his eyes open for Yoochun’s reactions, noticed how he was almost ready to come already, but also the sudden quick jerk of his head, upwards. With his eyes, Junsu followed the movement to Yoochun’s bound wrists, and saw that he was holding up two fingers of one hand.
Junsu slowed down immediately, his heart beating quickly in his chest. He kept moving, but barely, with careful movements of his hips.
He was sure it had been two fingers, for slow down, not three for stop, but he still decided to shift his weight to one arm and use his other hand to take the gag from Yoochun’s mouth so he could use his safeword if he needed to.
Yoochun shook his head. “Keep going,” he urged.
It was the reassurance Junsu needed. He picked up the pace again and moved a hand to Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun came almost immediately, moaning loudly, arching up and clenching around him. The handcuffs rattled and the bed creaked in protest. If Junsu hadn’t cuffed him, Yoochun would have clawed at the fabric of his shirt, or scratched his skin.
He thrust faster still. It took him a little longer to reach completion after the shock of being told to slow down, but he was glad that he had removed the gag, because it meant he could kiss Yoochun deeply and moan into his mouth as he emptied himself inside him.
The kiss lasted a lot longer than his orgasm. As they both came down from their highs, the movements of their tongues grew more and more languid, until eventually Junsu pulled back completely. He untied Yoochun and took off his own clothes, so that when they lay next to each other, their skin touched everywhere.
Junsu pulled a blanket over their bodies and ran his fingers through Yoochun’s hair.
“Tell me why,” he said. It was a command, but a gentle one.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, Master” Yoochun said. “I was just afraid you would fuck me into oblivion and I would forget I have something important to ask you. You already made me forget to mention it yesterday.”
Junsu frowned. On the one hand he was relieved that he hadn’t hurt his darling. On the other hand he was worried about what this important piece of news could be.
“Tell me,” he urged.
Yoochun could tell from the look in his Master’s eyes that he had made him unnecessarily worried, so he quickly continued.
“There is a sub I befriended online,” he said, “Hero. He needs a Dom to take care of him. I wondered if you know anybody.”
Master frowned. “Why can’t he look for one himself, also online, maybe? Why would you get involved?”
“His previous Dom abused him,” Yoochun said. It had been really bad, from the pieces of information Hero had been willing to share. “It will be hard for him to trust someone new, but he is so lonely. I feel for him.”
Master smiled gently and stroked Yoochun’s cheek. “The manager in you is taking over again. You always want to take care of people.”
“I just wish other people could have what we have. I love you, Master,” Yoochun said. Sometimes he wished the world could see how perfect XIA could be when he wasn’t forced to be XIA, other times he just wanted to keep that secret all to himself, forever.
Master seemed slightly taken aback by the sudden confession, but quickly returned it. “I love you too, my darling. And I’ll see what I can do. I’m not sure if I know anyone who is available right now.”
Yoochun turned his head and kissed his Master’s hand that was still on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Master, that I worried you needlessly,” he said.
“Are you suggesting a punishment?” Master asked.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to slow down,” Yoochun said.
“You know I will never punish you for using your safeword or gestures, whatever the reason or circumstances,” Master reminded him carefully.
“But I spoke out of turn, too,” Yoochun suggested. “When I told you to keep going.”
Master smiled. “That is true. I may have some time off again in a few days.” The tone of his voice was full of promise.
Yoochun shivered at the prospect.
“Can I take off your collar?” Master asked. Yoochun nodded. He was more than satisfied, and besides, Master didn’t really have to ask. If either of them wanted the play to end, they could, at any point.
The weight of the leather and silver disappeared and Yoochun closed his eyes for a moment as his priorities shifted. The feeling of wanting to serve Master in every way he could got pushed to the background, and was replaced by his troubles of today, although they were much less annoying than they had been before.
He would miss his old espresso machine, but the new one would be so much easier to work with, and if Jinah was still sick tomorrow, he would deal with that then. But first, he was in bed, cuddling with a naked Junsu. Even when they had stepped out of their roles, there wasn’t much that could top this in his list of priorities.
Junsu kissed him and effectively pulled him out of his thoughts. “I have a question, too” he said. “But public life related.” He looked nervous, which worried Yoochun.
“What is it?”
“My company wants me to do an interview about us…our relationship, because it would be great for publicity, especially this time of year. You know, successful, happily married couple. There’s nothing more festive than a happy family with money to spend on presents and dinner.”
Yoochun wanted to say something, but Junsu quickly continued. “I know you don’t like the attention you get through me. I tried to refuse, but I say no to these kinds of opportunities so often, I might get in serious trouble this time.”
Yoochun sighed, then smiled. “It’s okay, do it. Cute singer gets boosted to fame by handsome coffee shop owner and proposes to him a year later. No one doesn’t already know the story. It won’t hurt to repeat it. The worst they can do is ask us if we’re planning to adopt anytime soon.”
Junsu laughed, relieved. “That’s true. How come they know our busy schedules inside out and still think we have time to raise a child?”
“It’s a mystery to me,” Yoochun said. “But apart from that question, we’ll be fine.”
Junsu intertwined their fingers. He gave Yoochun’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Yoochun said. He smiled. “It’ll be easy. Just tell them what they want to hear.”
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun
Summary: A famous singer and a coffee shop owner play very different roles in their public, and in their private, married life (birthday fic for BE-DDELUSIONALL)
Warnings: BDSM, bondage
❤ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRACI MISTRESS ❤
Yoochun sighed and tucked the loose strand of hair behind his ear again. It had been annoying him for most of the day, but he wouldn’t bother fixing his ponytail now, when it was almost time to go home.
His hair was the least of his problems today. One of his baristas called in sick this morning, right when the old should-be-replaced-but-maybe-it’ll-last-another-month espresso machine began one of its weekly strikes.
It had been very stressful to find someone to take an extra shift on such a busy day near Christmas, but the decision to finally order a new machine had been even harder. Yoochun spent the rest of the morning in a nostalgic mood, remembering the day he stuck the name of his very own coffee shop on the window himself, hoping the letters weren’t wonky, and waited for his first customers.
The afternoon had been too busy and chaotic to think about anything except the papers on his desk, important phone calls and questions of his employees.
Finally the time had come to close the door of his office behind him and go home. His work was never finished, but he’d recently begun forcing himself to stick to regular working hours.
He walked by a framed poster of XIA promoting his new Christmas album. Someone must have put that up today, replacing the picture of an indie band that sometimes performed on the little stage Yoochun set up in a corner of the shop every Saturday.
He watched XIA’s innocent smile and the playful look in his eyes, creating an image that was both confident and humble, somehow emphasised by his neat black suit and the fake snow in his hair.
Yoochun shook his head and turned away from it. He understood why it was there, but he’d have to ask someone to change it back. The upcoming band needed the coverage more than South Korea’s most beloved ballad singer, a superstar officially nicknamed ‘our darling’ even by people a decade younger than him.
He called to the man behind the bar. “Taemin, I’m going home. Take care of the rest for me?”
Taemin bowed and replied: “Yes, sir!” Yoochun smiled and fondly remembered how he took a shy sixteen year old under his wing as a part-timer and watched him grow into a fine young man, who refuses to give up this job on the side despite being accepted into a major university.
He was at the door, almost free, when a group of girls in high school uniforms blocked his way. “We’ve waited all day for you to come out,” one of them said. “Can we please have his autograph? Please?”
Seeing his expression, another added: “We know you have a stack of them here somewhere and have given them to others. It’s all over the fan cafe!”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said, trying to keep his voice as void of emotion as he could, to be polite. “But I can’t help you with that. I’m sure there’s a fan sign or something for his new album.”
XIA would have done it, he knew, which was why all those annoying rumours got started in the first place. He would have beamed his adorable smile at them and asked them for their names. Then he’d tell them to stay warm and healthy this winter.
The fact that all of those fans showed up because of him and because XIA was discovered as a singer here hurt Yoochun’s pride a little. He wanted his store to do well simply because it was good. But maybe he shouldn’t complain, when so many of his competitors went under or were bought out by chains, and his only concern when buying a new espresso machine was that he would miss the old one, not the cost of the new.
The girls gave him ugly faces and complained, but not a lot. Undoubtedly they were afraid XIA would hear of it if they did. Yoochun walked past them and was relieved to feel the icy December wind hit his face. He was free, although not as free as he wanted to be, yet.
The first thing Yoochun did when he got home was take a shower and change into something more comfortable. The second was to find his collar and fasten it about his neck. He repressed a shiver, a natural reaction to how much he loved weight of the sturdy black leather and the silver capital letter J that quickly warmed to the temperature of his skin. He knelt by the door of the apartment and waited, his hair falling freely around his face.
He didn’t have to do this. Junsu hadn’t texted him the command. But Yoochun knew he would be home early today, and waiting, even out of his own initiative, gave him pleasure. There was something about the slowly building anticipation and the strain on his knees that made Junsu’s arrival an even happier occasion than it already was.
As expected, his heart leaped in his chest when he heard someone type in the security code. Yoochun loved the part that came next, the moment when he got to watch XIA step though the door, then see an invisible weight fall off his shoulders and turn him into Junsu. After that came Yoochun’s favourite, when Junsu noticed the collar around his neck and, with a very subtle change of his expression, turned into Master.
Master smiled, not cutely or innocent, but in a way that filled Yoochun with the need to be possessed by this man, to willingly give up control over his body and mind and to be completely ravished by him. The love that emanated from the fierce look in Master’s eyes told Yoochun that he had made the right decision, putting on his collar by himself.
“I see you are in the mood to play,” Master said. He took off his coat and came closer. “How long have you been waiting like this, my darling?”
“Too long, Master” Yoochun replied.
“You missed me that much?” Master pushed his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and pulled his face towards his crotch. Yoochun breathed in the scent of him. He nodded, his cheek rubbing against the fabric of Master’s slacks.
“Have you eaten?” Master asked. “Real food,” he clarified.
Yoochun shook his head. He was to speak only when spoken to and to reply with a shake of his head whenever he could. An important part of Master’s control was his words, his skilled voice that alternated between appreciative whispers and powerful commands so well it felt natural for Yoochun to want to only listen and never interrupt.
“Prepare a simple dinner while I shower and change,” Master said.
Yoochun often made dinner when Master was busy with promotions, but to do this daily task knowing he was fulfilling one of Master’s commands made it much more meaningful. He prepared a simple stew and mixed in the rice as Master liked it when they ate together like this. He didn’t have to set the table today.
Master came back, filled a bowl and walked to the couch. Yoochun hadn’t been given the command to follow on his knees, so he walked over and sat on the floor by Master’s feet. Master turned on the TV and ate in silence. He used his spoon to feed Yoochun, too.
There was something immensely comforting about being fed. Yoochun would never be able to explain it. He didn’t want to either. It wouldn’t be worth the strange looks people would give him. The same went for bathing and washing his hair. They were things Yoochun could do just as well on his own, but it was never as good as when Master took care of him.
Master took a small piece of meat from his bowl with his hand and brought it to Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun took it, quickly chewed and swallowed and then took his time diligently cleaning Master’s fingers with his tongue. This earned him a long passionate look, and he felt pride in beating the TV with such a simple action.
Soon after, Master turned off the TV completely and told Yoochun to follow him to their bedroom. Yoochun didn’t need to be told to undress when they got there. He knelt at his Master’s feet, naked.
A hand went to his hair again. Yoochun looked up. Master was looking down at him with a softness in his eyes that couldn't be found on any XIA poster. It formed a sharp contrast to his confident posture. Yoochun loved being so close to his body, the muscular thighs stretching tight jeans and rolled up sleeves of his shirt revealing strong arms.
Yoochun felt himself grow hard. Usually all it took was a look, or a word. Such was the effect his Master had on him. Master was hard, too. Yoochun felt it when his face was pressed against the bulge in the jeans. He rubbed his cheek against it. The grip tightened in his hair and Yoochun made a hungry noise in his throat.
With his free hand, Master quickly opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Yoochun gladly opened his mouth when the soft head touched his lips. Master drew in a deep breath when he wrapped his tongue around it and moaned. The grip on his hair tightened even further.
“That’s it, my darling,” Master encouraged him. “I love your hair, and your mouth.”
Yoochun showed how much he appreciated the compliment by sucking with even more eagerness than before. Master urged him on further with small thrusts down his throat, giving him more than he would have taken himself but careful not to gag him.
Yoochun absolutely loved the weight on his tongue, the delightful stretch of his lips and the amount of control Master had over the muscles in his thighs. He was fully hard himself now, the heat in his groin drawing his attention away from the pressure of the wooden floor on his bare knees.
But what he loved the most were the subtle signs that showed how much his Master enjoyed this, the twitching of the fingers in his hair and the sharp intakes of breath.
Suddenly, Master pulled him away by his hair. Yoochun looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“On the bed,” Master said. “On your back.”
Yoochun moved quickly, but not without giving Master a good view of his ass as he climbed onto the soft mattress.
Master followed and hovered over him, still fully dressed with his erection hanging out of his jeans. “Hands up,” he said. Yoochun obliged and closed his eyes in joy and anticipation when Master closed the handcuffs attached to the headboard around his wrists.
Master moved off the bed and left him like that for a while, naked, cuffed to the bed with his straining erection lying against his stomach. Yoochun didn’t open his eyes, wanting the next part to be a surprise.
He almost smiled when he felt the cool pressure of a ball gag against his lips. Instead he opened his mouth and lifted his head so Master could fasten the straps. Sometimes he enjoyed the challenge of being quiet without a gag, but not today, and Master always knew exactly what he wanted.
Next, his legs were pushed up. Just above his knees, Master tightened the straps that were attached to the headboard with short lengths of rope. He couldn’t lower his legs now and he was completely spread open. Master gave him a long look. Yoochun arched his back and whined deep in his throat to urge him on, as precome dribbled from the tip of his cock onto his stomach.
Junsu loved to see his darling like this, do desperate for him and so full of trust. Junsu could do anything he wanted to him. He had so much freedom, so much control.
He longed for moments like this one, near every day when he was away from his husband. There was a certain image he had to portray to his fans, to his manager, composers, journalists, the entire world. He didn’t hate it, not always, but there was no place on earth he could be as carefree and happy as with his darling.
Yoochun had at first rejected the nickname that the public had meant for XIA, but he’d grown to love it and finally asked for it himself. Junsu liked the symbolism of it. He transferred that role, the submissive who always has to listen to what others tell him to do, to Yoochun, who gladly accepted it, loved it, especially after an entire day of being responsible for his business and telling other people what to do, and Junsu could be a different person himself.
Yoochun was whining for him to do something now. Junsu slapped his thigh to shut him up, then leant over his body, between his legs, and kissed his cheek, just above the leather strap of the ball gag, to soften the sting. “Patience, my darling,” he said.
He grabbed the lube he’d grabbed along with the gag, slicked up his fingers and slowly circled one of them around Yoochun’s twitching entrance. Yoochun’s body, tight with anticipation, slowly relaxed. It only tensed up a little bit when Junsu pushed in a finger without warning.
Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut and his cock pulsed more precome onto his stomach.
“I’d love to tease you for hours,” Junsu said as he started moving his finger, loving the shuddering breath Yoochun drew in through his nose at the idea. “I wish I could, but I have a radio show tomorrow morning. My manager picks me up at 5 am.”
Yoochun made a noise of disappointment.
“I know,” Junsu said, “We’ll do that another time. But for now I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” He pushed in a second finger. Yoochun arched his back and pulled on the handcuffs. Junsu knew it was more a reaction to the words than what he was doing with his hand.
Again without warning, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Yoochun threw his head back and struggled against the bonds. He was drooling around the gag. Junsu couldn’t hold back a moan himself at the overwhelming heat and tightness.
He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Yoochun’s chest and pushed in all the way. Junsu wasn’t terribly fond of the way his jeans got between his hips and Yoochun’s skin, or how they restricted his movement, but he knew how much it turned Yoochun on to be naked while he remained fully clothed. That was definitely worth it.
He started moving, hard and fast as he’d promised. Yoochun’s eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly behind the gag. Junsu loved watching him fall apart. He was beautiful.
Junsu put all his strength into the thrusts, almost pushing Yoochun against the headboard. He tried not to think too much, not about how Yoochun ’s tight hole clenched around him, or about how it had felt to fuck his mouth, how it had looked, his stretched lips…now stretched around the gag… He wanted to last a little longer than this.
But he did keep his eyes open for Yoochun’s reactions, noticed how he was almost ready to come already, but also the sudden quick jerk of his head, upwards. With his eyes, Junsu followed the movement to Yoochun’s bound wrists, and saw that he was holding up two fingers of one hand.
Junsu slowed down immediately, his heart beating quickly in his chest. He kept moving, but barely, with careful movements of his hips.
He was sure it had been two fingers, for slow down, not three for stop, but he still decided to shift his weight to one arm and use his other hand to take the gag from Yoochun’s mouth so he could use his safeword if he needed to.
Yoochun shook his head. “Keep going,” he urged.
It was the reassurance Junsu needed. He picked up the pace again and moved a hand to Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun came almost immediately, moaning loudly, arching up and clenching around him. The handcuffs rattled and the bed creaked in protest. If Junsu hadn’t cuffed him, Yoochun would have clawed at the fabric of his shirt, or scratched his skin.
He thrust faster still. It took him a little longer to reach completion after the shock of being told to slow down, but he was glad that he had removed the gag, because it meant he could kiss Yoochun deeply and moan into his mouth as he emptied himself inside him.
The kiss lasted a lot longer than his orgasm. As they both came down from their highs, the movements of their tongues grew more and more languid, until eventually Junsu pulled back completely. He untied Yoochun and took off his own clothes, so that when they lay next to each other, their skin touched everywhere.
Junsu pulled a blanket over their bodies and ran his fingers through Yoochun’s hair.
“Tell me why,” he said. It was a command, but a gentle one.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, Master” Yoochun said. “I was just afraid you would fuck me into oblivion and I would forget I have something important to ask you. You already made me forget to mention it yesterday.”
Junsu frowned. On the one hand he was relieved that he hadn’t hurt his darling. On the other hand he was worried about what this important piece of news could be.
“Tell me,” he urged.
Yoochun could tell from the look in his Master’s eyes that he had made him unnecessarily worried, so he quickly continued.
“There is a sub I befriended online,” he said, “Hero. He needs a Dom to take care of him. I wondered if you know anybody.”
Master frowned. “Why can’t he look for one himself, also online, maybe? Why would you get involved?”
“His previous Dom abused him,” Yoochun said. It had been really bad, from the pieces of information Hero had been willing to share. “It will be hard for him to trust someone new, but he is so lonely. I feel for him.”
Master smiled gently and stroked Yoochun’s cheek. “The manager in you is taking over again. You always want to take care of people.”
“I just wish other people could have what we have. I love you, Master,” Yoochun said. Sometimes he wished the world could see how perfect XIA could be when he wasn’t forced to be XIA, other times he just wanted to keep that secret all to himself, forever.
Master seemed slightly taken aback by the sudden confession, but quickly returned it. “I love you too, my darling. And I’ll see what I can do. I’m not sure if I know anyone who is available right now.”
Yoochun turned his head and kissed his Master’s hand that was still on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Master, that I worried you needlessly,” he said.
“Are you suggesting a punishment?” Master asked.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to slow down,” Yoochun said.
“You know I will never punish you for using your safeword or gestures, whatever the reason or circumstances,” Master reminded him carefully.
“But I spoke out of turn, too,” Yoochun suggested. “When I told you to keep going.”
Master smiled. “That is true. I may have some time off again in a few days.” The tone of his voice was full of promise.
Yoochun shivered at the prospect.
“Can I take off your collar?” Master asked. Yoochun nodded. He was more than satisfied, and besides, Master didn’t really have to ask. If either of them wanted the play to end, they could, at any point.
The weight of the leather and silver disappeared and Yoochun closed his eyes for a moment as his priorities shifted. The feeling of wanting to serve Master in every way he could got pushed to the background, and was replaced by his troubles of today, although they were much less annoying than they had been before.
He would miss his old espresso machine, but the new one would be so much easier to work with, and if Jinah was still sick tomorrow, he would deal with that then. But first, he was in bed, cuddling with a naked Junsu. Even when they had stepped out of their roles, there wasn’t much that could top this in his list of priorities.
Junsu kissed him and effectively pulled him out of his thoughts. “I have a question, too” he said. “But public life related.” He looked nervous, which worried Yoochun.
“What is it?”
“My company wants me to do an interview about us…our relationship, because it would be great for publicity, especially this time of year. You know, successful, happily married couple. There’s nothing more festive than a happy family with money to spend on presents and dinner.”
Yoochun wanted to say something, but Junsu quickly continued. “I know you don’t like the attention you get through me. I tried to refuse, but I say no to these kinds of opportunities so often, I might get in serious trouble this time.”
Yoochun sighed, then smiled. “It’s okay, do it. Cute singer gets boosted to fame by handsome coffee shop owner and proposes to him a year later. No one doesn’t already know the story. It won’t hurt to repeat it. The worst they can do is ask us if we’re planning to adopt anytime soon.”
Junsu laughed, relieved. “That’s true. How come they know our busy schedules inside out and still think we have time to raise a child?”
“It’s a mystery to me,” Yoochun said. “But apart from that question, we’ll be fine.”
Junsu intertwined their fingers. He gave Yoochun’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Yoochun said. He smiled. “It’ll be easy. Just tell them what they want to hear.”