Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer (And Lovers Closer Still)
Title: Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer (And Lovers Closer Still)
Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho; mild Changmin/Junsu, implied Jaejoong/Junsu.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: contains BREATH PLAY, i.e ASPHYXIATION as a kink.
Summary: He’d learned caution from looking down the barrel of a gun one too many times, too often held by people he’d called ‘friends’.
A/N: mafia!verse :)
“Why, that’s a brilliant idea!”
“Of course it is! I’m a genius!”
“No, you’re an idiot. I was being sarcastic.”
Jaejoong’s fingers tightened around the wine glass in his hands, the other arm twitching in a reflex and unconsciously reaching for the empty holster at his side. “I ought to shoot you for that,” he muttered darkly, though his eyes were far from murderous.
“With what? Imaginary bullets? Let’s see you do that and get out of the building alive.” Changmin snorted, shaking his head and sipping at his own snifter. He leaned back in his seat arrogantly, like a veritable king at his throne and smugly looked at Jaejoong down the bridge of his nose. He smiled easily-comfortably-because tonight was a night for company with people who weren’t eagerly looking forward to seeing him dead. Besides, he owned the building and more than half the surrounding street. If Jaejoong was stupid enough to try anything, he wouldn’t be able to get very far.
Yoochun rolled his eyes at their banter, harmless for the most part despite their penchant for wanting to shoot each other. Or maybe that’s why they keep doing it: there’s a thrill in goading those who aren’t quite friends, not yet enemies. Walking that fine line, an adrenaline rush mired in the uncertainty of never knowing who’ll draw the gun first or who will actually pull the trigger. It’s a feeling Yoochun could relate to, though he didn’t go out of his way to experience it.
“Changmin’s right, Jae,” Yoochun said, entering the conversation. “Shooting people can’t be your answer for everything.”
“Et tu, Brute?” Jaejoong uttered and Yoochun raised a brow in Changmin’s direction, questioning, before shooting a suspicious glance at the glass held loosely between Jaejoong’s fingertips.
“That’s some shit you’ve got there, Changmin-ah. Jaejoong’s quoting Caesar.”
“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both.” Jaejoong scowled when the two younger men deteriorated into fits of laughter. He knew saying the line was out of his character, far from the streetwise drug lord image he’d cultivated, but pride dictated that just because he fucked people up for a living didn’t mean he was stupid. “The minute I get the chance, I’ll have you both shot.”
His comment merely served to fuel their amusement, releasing inhibitions as fast as they could toss back shots of liquor. Sometime between the third and fourth bottle of soju, Jaejoong got annoyed with the tiny shot glasses they used and deemed it appropriate to drink straight from the bottle. Naturally, Yoochun followed suit and at the risk of being the odd man out, Changmin did too.
Not having to refill glasses meant that the alcohol flowed more freely and disappeared just as fast. Changmin had to call out for more and when it came, it came with Jaejoong and Yoochun’s favorite redhead.
“Hey Susu,” Jaejoong said fondly, words barely slurring despite the copious amount of soju he’d already imbibed. “How’s Junho?”
Junsu merely scowled as he set down their drinks. “You shot him. How do you think he’s doing?”
“At least he’s still alive,” Jaejoong quipped, a little put out when Junsu favored Yoochun then Changmin with a kiss and completely bypassed him before settling onto the arm of Changmin’s chair. “He fucked up pretty badly.” Jaejoong continued with a recap of a recent delivery botched by Junsu’s twin. “By all accounts he should be dead.”
“Now, now, don’t upset him,” Changmin warned, running a placating hand through Junsu’s hair to ease the tension he’d felt pressed against him. “He needs to be on stage in half an hour.”
“Don’t listen to him, Su,” Yoochun spoke, mischief glinting in his eyes. “He’s just cranky because the alcohol’s got him all hard but he’s got no one to fuck.”
They shared a laugh at Jaejoong’s expense and the light camaraderie returned until it was time for Junsu to leave and Changmin was called away by his head of security. With a little coaxing and a lot more alcohol Jaejoong let go of his irritation and followed Junsu out to watch him on stage, promising to tuck larger bills into Junsu’s outfit for a kiss. Yoochun stood when they did, unsteady enough on his feet that he takes up Changmin’s offer to ready his usual room.
Changmin could be an arrogant bastard half the time, throwing around his family’s old money-dirty cash most of it; Yoochun’s willing to bet on it-carelessly to rub Yoochun the wrong way. However, as he sank into the luxurious silks and satins of the large, obviously orgy-sized bed, Yoochun had to admit Changmin had reason to be. The opulence of the room was certainly different from the humble, fenced-in, two-storey home Yoochun had broken out of.
Yoochun didn’t intend to sleep long, not entirely secure with sleeping away from his own bed. Changmin wasn’t an enemy but to call him a friend was cutting it close. He’d learned caution from looking down the barrel of a gun one too many times, too often held by people he’d called ‘friends’. Still, he’d had too much too fast-a hazard when drinking with Jaejoong-and actually slept instead of the dozing he’d planned. It wasn’t until the bed dipped and pulled at the covers that Yoochun realized someone else was in the room.
He reacted out of pure instinct, body tensing and hand pulling out the gun he’d hidden under his pillow before the unknown intruder could come any closer. The action was second nature and done so quickly his unexpected visitor didn’t even have time to gasp before Yoochun had him flat on his back, one hand pointing the gun to his head and the other wrapped around his throat. Yoochun was so lost between adrenaline and the lingering effects of sleep and soju that it took him a moment to register that the wide eyes drowning in fear that looked up at him were familiar ones.
“Please don’t-” Yunho struggled to say, the words caught in his throat as Yoochun’s grip tightened.
“What are you doing here?” Yoochun said, voice flat, quiet - a different kind of deadly. He loosened his fingers just enough to let Yunho speak.
“Junsu’s busy. He’s with - Jaejoong.” Yunho answered haltingly, eyes flitting desperately from the gun pressed against his forehead and Yoochun’s expressionless face. “Changmin said you might -that maybe you’d want some… some c-company.”
Yoochun processed the words but didn’t let up, taking away the gun but keeping his hand on Yunho’s throat. Yunho was breathing loudly, erratically, scared shitless but he remained unmoving. Good decision on his part; if he moved before Yoochun could get out of the buzz imminent danger put him in, he might still get a bullet through his head.
“Are you an idiot?” Yoochun growled as he looked down at the man trembling beneath his fingers. “You can’t just come into a room when someone’s sleeping. Do you want to die?”
Yunho tried to shake his head under Yoochun’s punishing grip. “N-no please! I wasn’t thinking. Just doing what I was told.” Yoochun raised an eyebrow at him. “Anything you want. To… to pleasure you.”
Yoochun’s brow climbed higher. Last he’d been aware, Yunho was off limits. His father had been a traitor and in exchange for a quick, painless death that didn’t include his family, Yunho serviced Changmin regularly. Usually on his knees or on all fours, Yunho was often put on display at Changmin’s fancy but no one had ever been allowed to touch.
Or so Yoochun had thought.
He scoured Yunho’s face searching for a lie but was hard pressed to find one. Finding none, Yoochun was quickly made aware of the rest of him. His hands never left Yunho’s throat but he slackened his grasp and let his eyes roam free across the naked body he’d only ever seen from afar. Every muscle was outlined as Yunho’s body fought the urge to struggle and lay still under Yoochun’s scrutiny. He was bigger than Yoochun, taller and with more defined muscle, but the fear in his eyes and the fact that Yoochun could have killed him just moments ago was evidence that mass had no connection with power.
Yoochun didn’t usually go for men like Yunho-though the insistent twitch of his cock as he lay over Yunho’s prone body protested that-he was used to men like Junsu: someone he could over power with a full ass and talented hips as an added bonus. Not to mention Junsu liked sex and was eager to fall into bed with him whereas Yunho… Yoochun eyed the flaccid cock between Yunho’s legs-the size was impressive much to Yoochun’s pleasant surprise-and decided he could fix that.
“Shhh,” he said, removing one hand to drag a finger across Yunho’s mouth. Yunho’s breath came out loud and rushed, fear still rampant. A harsh staccato beat underneath the palm of the hand still encircling Yunho’s throat, begging for Yoochun to have it pulse in his mouth. Anything you want he’d said and Yoochun found himself answering, “I’m not going to kill you.”
Paltry assurance that, but Yunho knew it’s as good as he was going to get. He forced his body to relax, to realize the futility of struggling-in fighting the inevitable. He’d struggled, fought and been broken so many times in the past months that the most valuable thing he’s learned is that it hurt less if he could bend with the breeze. The blows to his pride and the sting of leather or teeth on his skin-all of it wrought by his ‘service’-were bearable if he just let them take their pleasure. More often than not, if he was very good, he was allowed to find his own pleasure. But that was only with Changmin, who wasn’t cruel even if he was sadistic, and Yunho had known more pain than pleasure before he’d caught the younger man’s eye.
While he was no longer whored around under Changmin’s exclusive care-and because of Changmin’s rather possessive streak concerning things that belonged to him-the days when pleasure had been nothing but a foreign concept were still too fresh in his mind.
Yunho stilled completely, even his breath stalling when Yoochun removed his hand and laid the flat of his tongue against the only thing Yunho couldn’t bring under control: his erratic pulse. Somehow the adrenaline still coursing through his veins only heightened his awareness and made him feel so much more than just suckling at his throat. Over the roar of blood in his ears Yunho heard the rustle of sheets and clothing as Yoochun settled more comfortably against him. He felt the press of Yoochun’s erection about the same time Yoochun started to make his way up Yunho’s neck, tracing the curve of his ear before nipping at the tender flesh.
Yunho was more than used to this sort of mediocre pain and only sighed at the familiarity. In truth he’s more surprised at the kiss Yoochun bestowed upon his lips moments later. Yunho didn’t trust the soft insistence of the gesture, wary of the seemingly patient way Yoochun plied his mouth open with his tongue. It’s far from the aggression he’s gotten used to and in Yunho’s experience the gentler they are in the beginning means there’ll be more pain in the end.
Heat prickled behind his eyes at the thought because it’s been a while since he’s been kissed and being kissed now came with the price of nearly unbearable pain later. Even knowing that his body still reacted: cock stirring and kissing back, reveling in the simple pleasure.
Yoochun was pleased with Yunho’s sudden responsiveness. He liked the way Yunho’s tongue followed after his. Whimpering when Yoochun remained elusive and moaning when Yoochun rubbed his cock against his hip. Yunho was a breath of fresh air compared to the cheap whores who threw their plastic selves at him, their actions exaggerated and annoying. Yoochun found the sliver of apprehension in Yunho’s responses endearing and mischief-as well as the sadist in him-wanted nothing but to exploit it.
Yoochun broke the kiss and took Yunho’s plump lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. He stretched it between them and bit at it, only leaning back in when he tasted blood. He traced the abuse skin with tongue, sucking on the tiny cut for more of the metallic taste. Yunho squirmed beneath him.
“I like you already.” He smiled when he noticed the mix of alarm and confusion on Yunho’s face; Yoochun could imagine the number of times Yunho had heard that line and the kinds of situations he’d heard it in. Yunho seemed like the type to believe all sorts of things people told him.
Yoochun rolled off Yunho and bid him to kneel facing the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head with specific instructions not to move from this position. Then he nudged Yunho’s thighs farther apart to better showcase his hardening cock and the thick muscles of his thighs. Yoochun stripped off the rest of his clothing with impatience, eager to mark the smooth expanse of Yunho’s skin with his teeth.
He started with the dimple in Yunho’s back, bending low to fit his mouth against the dip in muscle. Yunho tensed at the first scrape of teeth but kept his position. Yoochun moved down to his tailbone, licking half way down the cleft of Yunho’s ass before taking a mouthful of the soft skin and biting down hard. Yunho yelped, jerking away but Yoochun grasped his hips before his mouth lost his grip. Yunho almost lost his balance on the bed but quickly righted himself before he could topple over. In punishment, Yoochun’s hands reached around and pinched Yunho on the inner thighs, near his cock.
Yunho whimpered at the sting, his own fingernails digging into his knuckles as Yoochun bit his way down to the crease between his thigh and his ass. He screwed his eyes shut as Yoochun began to use more teeth, the gentle nips from earlier escalating as bit between his thighs. Yunho’s body was reacting-not entirely against his will but too willingly. His cock grew heavy between his legs, stomach clenching when Yoochun pulled his balls back and licked at them from behind. He waited for the inevitable bite, his whole body tensing to prepare for the shot of pain as Yoochun’s teeth met with the sensitive skin of his balls but none came.
Instead of biting, Yoochun took one of Yunho’s balls into his mouth and sucked harshly. Yunho doubled over in a loud moan and curled his fingers into the sheets. He shot back up moments later when Yoochun’s hand came down on his ass, only to have his head shoved back down.
“You seem to be having a hard time following directions.” Yunho blinked when Yoochun dangled the tie he’d been wearing earlier in front of him. “This will be your punishment as well as your discipline.”
Yunho remained unmoving and compliant when Yoochun placed the long silk between his lips, more than used to being gagged. It was when Yoochun looped it around his throat that Yunho began to panic. Stiffening, he heard Yoochun chuckle in his hear. He turned his head to look back at the other man but the moment he did the cloth tightened around his neck.
“Keep your head down,” Yoochun warned, tying the ends of his makeshift gag a little looser than he preferred so he could readjust the provisional noose. “And your neck still no matter what. Every movement of your head will tighten the loop around your neck and you’ll choke. I said I wouldn’t kill you but if you don’t follow my instructions you might die anyway.”
Yunho inclined his head to see if what Yoochun said was true and sure enough, the mere nod of his head made it a little harder to breathe. The actual possibility of choking to death should have scared him but it didn’t. Maybe he’d been doing this for so long he was no longer capable of rational thought or all the cum and cock and the bittersweet pleasure that came with those things had finally shot his brain but Yunho couldn’t think of any plausible explanation for why his cock grew harder the harder it was for him to breathe. The thought of dying-really dying-made his head light and his knees weak. Yunho was suddenly thankful to be on all fours.
Yoochun smiled as he watched Yunho, a little surprised at how well he was taking the gag looped around his neck. Breath play was an acquired taste and not many liked it. The first time he’d tried it with Junsu, Junsu had panicked and they’d had to cut their playtime short. They’d tried again a few more times and were more successful these days but Junsu never seemed to enjoy it, and because Yoochun actually preferred pleasure over pain he never pushed.
Yoochun was very pleased to see Yunho adapting quickly, even reveling in it and that, out of anything else, was what made Yoochun want to fuck him right through the mattress.
Yoochun went looking for the condoms and lubricant he knew Changmin kept for him in the bedside drawer, popping the cap open on the lube and warming the slick with his fingers while he moved back behind Yunho. The man was on his elbows now, ass still up in the air but breathing hard. Yoochun checked the gag just in case but it wasn’t any tighter than it was earlier. Deciding that Yunho was going to be fine, Yoochun slipped two fingers straight into Yunho’s ass.
Yunho jolted in surprise, almost forgetting Yoochun’s warning and tucking in his chin. He stopped himself when the gag tightened and he had to drag in a heavy breath in order to breathe. Yoochun’s fingers weren’t painful though they were insistent. Yunho forced his muscles to react as Yoochun slipped in a third, focusing on the growing haze his head. Something about the lack of sufficient oxygen made his head light and it was almost like the high off the pills Junsu used to give him when he was new. He’d stopped taking them a long while ago because yeah, they made him feel good but he always felt worse the morning after.
But this time he hadn’t taken any pills, just had a gag around his neck and it was like he floated. Coupled with Yoochun’s hand in his ass and the other dragging at his cock, Yunho felt as if he was soaring. Vaguely, he heard the foil of the condom rip and something bigger replace Yoochun’s fingers. Yunho tensed when Yoochun pressed in, unable to stop his back and neck from arching as he groaned behind his gag. Stretching his neck pulled at the gag, tightening it till black spots appeared in his vision and the soaring became hurtling.
Yoochun shoved Yunho’s head back down with a hand as he tried his first real thrust. He’d been turning purple and for the first time since their whole encounter, Yoochun had been afraid. The frisson of fear made his thrusts erratic, one hand curled into Yunho’s hair to keep his head still and the other digging half-moons into Yunho’s hip.
It had never been this way when he played with Junsu-Yoochun had never been afraid. Junsu always knew his limits and knew when to tell Yoochun to stop. Yunho didn’t seem to. He begged behind his gag, the words muffled and incoherent but Yoochun understood the gist of it. He moved his hand and pulled at Yunho’s cock, timing it with his release of Yunho’s hair and a swift change in the angle of his hips.
Yunho arched, screaming behind his gag in a way that made his veins stand out on his neck and his coloring go a deep, dark red.
Yoochun moaned as Yunho went tight around him, his orgasm coming fast and hard, still thrusting even when Yunho went limp in his arms. Even as he came Yoochun reached up to tug off the cloth from Yunho’s mouth, instantly loosening the tightness around Yunho’s neck. There was a moment of panic when he fell onto Yunho and the other remained completely still and unmoving-like a corpse.
It’s only when his own blood stopped pounding in his ears that Yoochun could breathe easy, realizing that the slow, but steady sound that remained was the beat off Yunho’s heart.
Relief like nothing he’d ever felt before leaden Yoochun’s limbs and its only by a miracle that he was able to roll off the other man so he didn’t smother him further into sheets. He had only enough strength to pull the condom off, tossing it haphazardly somewhere onto the floor before he turned back to tuck himself into Yunho’s side. The man laid prone and unconscious, a little red in the face but still breathing. Yoochun threw an arm around his hip, fingers finding the first bite he’d made earlier at the dimple in Yunho’s back; Yoochun smiled.
For the first time in a long time Yoochun closed his eyes and truly slept.
A/N: written for vaguelynormal ages ago. I don’t even remember having written it xD anyway, my hand at the asphyxiation kink. I can’t say I did it any justice though :/
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Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho; mild Changmin/Junsu, implied Jaejoong/Junsu.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: contains BREATH PLAY, i.e ASPHYXIATION as a kink.
Summary: He’d learned caution from looking down the barrel of a gun one too many times, too often held by people he’d called ‘friends’.
A/N: mafia!verse :)
“Why, that’s a brilliant idea!”
“Of course it is! I’m a genius!”
“No, you’re an idiot. I was being sarcastic.”
Jaejoong’s fingers tightened around the wine glass in his hands, the other arm twitching in a reflex and unconsciously reaching for the empty holster at his side. “I ought to shoot you for that,” he muttered darkly, though his eyes were far from murderous.
“With what? Imaginary bullets? Let’s see you do that and get out of the building alive.” Changmin snorted, shaking his head and sipping at his own snifter. He leaned back in his seat arrogantly, like a veritable king at his throne and smugly looked at Jaejoong down the bridge of his nose. He smiled easily-comfortably-because tonight was a night for company with people who weren’t eagerly looking forward to seeing him dead. Besides, he owned the building and more than half the surrounding street. If Jaejoong was stupid enough to try anything, he wouldn’t be able to get very far.
Yoochun rolled his eyes at their banter, harmless for the most part despite their penchant for wanting to shoot each other. Or maybe that’s why they keep doing it: there’s a thrill in goading those who aren’t quite friends, not yet enemies. Walking that fine line, an adrenaline rush mired in the uncertainty of never knowing who’ll draw the gun first or who will actually pull the trigger. It’s a feeling Yoochun could relate to, though he didn’t go out of his way to experience it.
“Changmin’s right, Jae,” Yoochun said, entering the conversation. “Shooting people can’t be your answer for everything.”
“Et tu, Brute?” Jaejoong uttered and Yoochun raised a brow in Changmin’s direction, questioning, before shooting a suspicious glance at the glass held loosely between Jaejoong’s fingertips.
“That’s some shit you’ve got there, Changmin-ah. Jaejoong’s quoting Caesar.”
“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both.” Jaejoong scowled when the two younger men deteriorated into fits of laughter. He knew saying the line was out of his character, far from the streetwise drug lord image he’d cultivated, but pride dictated that just because he fucked people up for a living didn’t mean he was stupid. “The minute I get the chance, I’ll have you both shot.”
His comment merely served to fuel their amusement, releasing inhibitions as fast as they could toss back shots of liquor. Sometime between the third and fourth bottle of soju, Jaejoong got annoyed with the tiny shot glasses they used and deemed it appropriate to drink straight from the bottle. Naturally, Yoochun followed suit and at the risk of being the odd man out, Changmin did too.
Not having to refill glasses meant that the alcohol flowed more freely and disappeared just as fast. Changmin had to call out for more and when it came, it came with Jaejoong and Yoochun’s favorite redhead.
“Hey Susu,” Jaejoong said fondly, words barely slurring despite the copious amount of soju he’d already imbibed. “How’s Junho?”
Junsu merely scowled as he set down their drinks. “You shot him. How do you think he’s doing?”
“At least he’s still alive,” Jaejoong quipped, a little put out when Junsu favored Yoochun then Changmin with a kiss and completely bypassed him before settling onto the arm of Changmin’s chair. “He fucked up pretty badly.” Jaejoong continued with a recap of a recent delivery botched by Junsu’s twin. “By all accounts he should be dead.”
“Now, now, don’t upset him,” Changmin warned, running a placating hand through Junsu’s hair to ease the tension he’d felt pressed against him. “He needs to be on stage in half an hour.”
“Don’t listen to him, Su,” Yoochun spoke, mischief glinting in his eyes. “He’s just cranky because the alcohol’s got him all hard but he’s got no one to fuck.”
They shared a laugh at Jaejoong’s expense and the light camaraderie returned until it was time for Junsu to leave and Changmin was called away by his head of security. With a little coaxing and a lot more alcohol Jaejoong let go of his irritation and followed Junsu out to watch him on stage, promising to tuck larger bills into Junsu’s outfit for a kiss. Yoochun stood when they did, unsteady enough on his feet that he takes up Changmin’s offer to ready his usual room.
Changmin could be an arrogant bastard half the time, throwing around his family’s old money-dirty cash most of it; Yoochun’s willing to bet on it-carelessly to rub Yoochun the wrong way. However, as he sank into the luxurious silks and satins of the large, obviously orgy-sized bed, Yoochun had to admit Changmin had reason to be. The opulence of the room was certainly different from the humble, fenced-in, two-storey home Yoochun had broken out of.
Yoochun didn’t intend to sleep long, not entirely secure with sleeping away from his own bed. Changmin wasn’t an enemy but to call him a friend was cutting it close. He’d learned caution from looking down the barrel of a gun one too many times, too often held by people he’d called ‘friends’. Still, he’d had too much too fast-a hazard when drinking with Jaejoong-and actually slept instead of the dozing he’d planned. It wasn’t until the bed dipped and pulled at the covers that Yoochun realized someone else was in the room.
He reacted out of pure instinct, body tensing and hand pulling out the gun he’d hidden under his pillow before the unknown intruder could come any closer. The action was second nature and done so quickly his unexpected visitor didn’t even have time to gasp before Yoochun had him flat on his back, one hand pointing the gun to his head and the other wrapped around his throat. Yoochun was so lost between adrenaline and the lingering effects of sleep and soju that it took him a moment to register that the wide eyes drowning in fear that looked up at him were familiar ones.
“Please don’t-” Yunho struggled to say, the words caught in his throat as Yoochun’s grip tightened.
“What are you doing here?” Yoochun said, voice flat, quiet - a different kind of deadly. He loosened his fingers just enough to let Yunho speak.
“Junsu’s busy. He’s with - Jaejoong.” Yunho answered haltingly, eyes flitting desperately from the gun pressed against his forehead and Yoochun’s expressionless face. “Changmin said you might -that maybe you’d want some… some c-company.”
Yoochun processed the words but didn’t let up, taking away the gun but keeping his hand on Yunho’s throat. Yunho was breathing loudly, erratically, scared shitless but he remained unmoving. Good decision on his part; if he moved before Yoochun could get out of the buzz imminent danger put him in, he might still get a bullet through his head.
“Are you an idiot?” Yoochun growled as he looked down at the man trembling beneath his fingers. “You can’t just come into a room when someone’s sleeping. Do you want to die?”
Yunho tried to shake his head under Yoochun’s punishing grip. “N-no please! I wasn’t thinking. Just doing what I was told.” Yoochun raised an eyebrow at him. “Anything you want. To… to pleasure you.”
Yoochun’s brow climbed higher. Last he’d been aware, Yunho was off limits. His father had been a traitor and in exchange for a quick, painless death that didn’t include his family, Yunho serviced Changmin regularly. Usually on his knees or on all fours, Yunho was often put on display at Changmin’s fancy but no one had ever been allowed to touch.
Or so Yoochun had thought.
He scoured Yunho’s face searching for a lie but was hard pressed to find one. Finding none, Yoochun was quickly made aware of the rest of him. His hands never left Yunho’s throat but he slackened his grasp and let his eyes roam free across the naked body he’d only ever seen from afar. Every muscle was outlined as Yunho’s body fought the urge to struggle and lay still under Yoochun’s scrutiny. He was bigger than Yoochun, taller and with more defined muscle, but the fear in his eyes and the fact that Yoochun could have killed him just moments ago was evidence that mass had no connection with power.
Yoochun didn’t usually go for men like Yunho-though the insistent twitch of his cock as he lay over Yunho’s prone body protested that-he was used to men like Junsu: someone he could over power with a full ass and talented hips as an added bonus. Not to mention Junsu liked sex and was eager to fall into bed with him whereas Yunho… Yoochun eyed the flaccid cock between Yunho’s legs-the size was impressive much to Yoochun’s pleasant surprise-and decided he could fix that.
“Shhh,” he said, removing one hand to drag a finger across Yunho’s mouth. Yunho’s breath came out loud and rushed, fear still rampant. A harsh staccato beat underneath the palm of the hand still encircling Yunho’s throat, begging for Yoochun to have it pulse in his mouth. Anything you want he’d said and Yoochun found himself answering, “I’m not going to kill you.”
Paltry assurance that, but Yunho knew it’s as good as he was going to get. He forced his body to relax, to realize the futility of struggling-in fighting the inevitable. He’d struggled, fought and been broken so many times in the past months that the most valuable thing he’s learned is that it hurt less if he could bend with the breeze. The blows to his pride and the sting of leather or teeth on his skin-all of it wrought by his ‘service’-were bearable if he just let them take their pleasure. More often than not, if he was very good, he was allowed to find his own pleasure. But that was only with Changmin, who wasn’t cruel even if he was sadistic, and Yunho had known more pain than pleasure before he’d caught the younger man’s eye.
While he was no longer whored around under Changmin’s exclusive care-and because of Changmin’s rather possessive streak concerning things that belonged to him-the days when pleasure had been nothing but a foreign concept were still too fresh in his mind.
Yunho stilled completely, even his breath stalling when Yoochun removed his hand and laid the flat of his tongue against the only thing Yunho couldn’t bring under control: his erratic pulse. Somehow the adrenaline still coursing through his veins only heightened his awareness and made him feel so much more than just suckling at his throat. Over the roar of blood in his ears Yunho heard the rustle of sheets and clothing as Yoochun settled more comfortably against him. He felt the press of Yoochun’s erection about the same time Yoochun started to make his way up Yunho’s neck, tracing the curve of his ear before nipping at the tender flesh.
Yunho was more than used to this sort of mediocre pain and only sighed at the familiarity. In truth he’s more surprised at the kiss Yoochun bestowed upon his lips moments later. Yunho didn’t trust the soft insistence of the gesture, wary of the seemingly patient way Yoochun plied his mouth open with his tongue. It’s far from the aggression he’s gotten used to and in Yunho’s experience the gentler they are in the beginning means there’ll be more pain in the end.
Heat prickled behind his eyes at the thought because it’s been a while since he’s been kissed and being kissed now came with the price of nearly unbearable pain later. Even knowing that his body still reacted: cock stirring and kissing back, reveling in the simple pleasure.
Yoochun was pleased with Yunho’s sudden responsiveness. He liked the way Yunho’s tongue followed after his. Whimpering when Yoochun remained elusive and moaning when Yoochun rubbed his cock against his hip. Yunho was a breath of fresh air compared to the cheap whores who threw their plastic selves at him, their actions exaggerated and annoying. Yoochun found the sliver of apprehension in Yunho’s responses endearing and mischief-as well as the sadist in him-wanted nothing but to exploit it.
Yoochun broke the kiss and took Yunho’s plump lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. He stretched it between them and bit at it, only leaning back in when he tasted blood. He traced the abuse skin with tongue, sucking on the tiny cut for more of the metallic taste. Yunho squirmed beneath him.
“I like you already.” He smiled when he noticed the mix of alarm and confusion on Yunho’s face; Yoochun could imagine the number of times Yunho had heard that line and the kinds of situations he’d heard it in. Yunho seemed like the type to believe all sorts of things people told him.
Yoochun rolled off Yunho and bid him to kneel facing the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head with specific instructions not to move from this position. Then he nudged Yunho’s thighs farther apart to better showcase his hardening cock and the thick muscles of his thighs. Yoochun stripped off the rest of his clothing with impatience, eager to mark the smooth expanse of Yunho’s skin with his teeth.
He started with the dimple in Yunho’s back, bending low to fit his mouth against the dip in muscle. Yunho tensed at the first scrape of teeth but kept his position. Yoochun moved down to his tailbone, licking half way down the cleft of Yunho’s ass before taking a mouthful of the soft skin and biting down hard. Yunho yelped, jerking away but Yoochun grasped his hips before his mouth lost his grip. Yunho almost lost his balance on the bed but quickly righted himself before he could topple over. In punishment, Yoochun’s hands reached around and pinched Yunho on the inner thighs, near his cock.
Yunho whimpered at the sting, his own fingernails digging into his knuckles as Yoochun bit his way down to the crease between his thigh and his ass. He screwed his eyes shut as Yoochun began to use more teeth, the gentle nips from earlier escalating as bit between his thighs. Yunho’s body was reacting-not entirely against his will but too willingly. His cock grew heavy between his legs, stomach clenching when Yoochun pulled his balls back and licked at them from behind. He waited for the inevitable bite, his whole body tensing to prepare for the shot of pain as Yoochun’s teeth met with the sensitive skin of his balls but none came.
Instead of biting, Yoochun took one of Yunho’s balls into his mouth and sucked harshly. Yunho doubled over in a loud moan and curled his fingers into the sheets. He shot back up moments later when Yoochun’s hand came down on his ass, only to have his head shoved back down.
“You seem to be having a hard time following directions.” Yunho blinked when Yoochun dangled the tie he’d been wearing earlier in front of him. “This will be your punishment as well as your discipline.”
Yunho remained unmoving and compliant when Yoochun placed the long silk between his lips, more than used to being gagged. It was when Yoochun looped it around his throat that Yunho began to panic. Stiffening, he heard Yoochun chuckle in his hear. He turned his head to look back at the other man but the moment he did the cloth tightened around his neck.
“Keep your head down,” Yoochun warned, tying the ends of his makeshift gag a little looser than he preferred so he could readjust the provisional noose. “And your neck still no matter what. Every movement of your head will tighten the loop around your neck and you’ll choke. I said I wouldn’t kill you but if you don’t follow my instructions you might die anyway.”
Yunho inclined his head to see if what Yoochun said was true and sure enough, the mere nod of his head made it a little harder to breathe. The actual possibility of choking to death should have scared him but it didn’t. Maybe he’d been doing this for so long he was no longer capable of rational thought or all the cum and cock and the bittersweet pleasure that came with those things had finally shot his brain but Yunho couldn’t think of any plausible explanation for why his cock grew harder the harder it was for him to breathe. The thought of dying-really dying-made his head light and his knees weak. Yunho was suddenly thankful to be on all fours.
Yoochun smiled as he watched Yunho, a little surprised at how well he was taking the gag looped around his neck. Breath play was an acquired taste and not many liked it. The first time he’d tried it with Junsu, Junsu had panicked and they’d had to cut their playtime short. They’d tried again a few more times and were more successful these days but Junsu never seemed to enjoy it, and because Yoochun actually preferred pleasure over pain he never pushed.
Yoochun was very pleased to see Yunho adapting quickly, even reveling in it and that, out of anything else, was what made Yoochun want to fuck him right through the mattress.
Yoochun went looking for the condoms and lubricant he knew Changmin kept for him in the bedside drawer, popping the cap open on the lube and warming the slick with his fingers while he moved back behind Yunho. The man was on his elbows now, ass still up in the air but breathing hard. Yoochun checked the gag just in case but it wasn’t any tighter than it was earlier. Deciding that Yunho was going to be fine, Yoochun slipped two fingers straight into Yunho’s ass.
Yunho jolted in surprise, almost forgetting Yoochun’s warning and tucking in his chin. He stopped himself when the gag tightened and he had to drag in a heavy breath in order to breathe. Yoochun’s fingers weren’t painful though they were insistent. Yunho forced his muscles to react as Yoochun slipped in a third, focusing on the growing haze his head. Something about the lack of sufficient oxygen made his head light and it was almost like the high off the pills Junsu used to give him when he was new. He’d stopped taking them a long while ago because yeah, they made him feel good but he always felt worse the morning after.
But this time he hadn’t taken any pills, just had a gag around his neck and it was like he floated. Coupled with Yoochun’s hand in his ass and the other dragging at his cock, Yunho felt as if he was soaring. Vaguely, he heard the foil of the condom rip and something bigger replace Yoochun’s fingers. Yunho tensed when Yoochun pressed in, unable to stop his back and neck from arching as he groaned behind his gag. Stretching his neck pulled at the gag, tightening it till black spots appeared in his vision and the soaring became hurtling.
Yoochun shoved Yunho’s head back down with a hand as he tried his first real thrust. He’d been turning purple and for the first time since their whole encounter, Yoochun had been afraid. The frisson of fear made his thrusts erratic, one hand curled into Yunho’s hair to keep his head still and the other digging half-moons into Yunho’s hip.
It had never been this way when he played with Junsu-Yoochun had never been afraid. Junsu always knew his limits and knew when to tell Yoochun to stop. Yunho didn’t seem to. He begged behind his gag, the words muffled and incoherent but Yoochun understood the gist of it. He moved his hand and pulled at Yunho’s cock, timing it with his release of Yunho’s hair and a swift change in the angle of his hips.
Yunho arched, screaming behind his gag in a way that made his veins stand out on his neck and his coloring go a deep, dark red.
Yoochun moaned as Yunho went tight around him, his orgasm coming fast and hard, still thrusting even when Yunho went limp in his arms. Even as he came Yoochun reached up to tug off the cloth from Yunho’s mouth, instantly loosening the tightness around Yunho’s neck. There was a moment of panic when he fell onto Yunho and the other remained completely still and unmoving-like a corpse.
It’s only when his own blood stopped pounding in his ears that Yoochun could breathe easy, realizing that the slow, but steady sound that remained was the beat off Yunho’s heart.
Relief like nothing he’d ever felt before leaden Yoochun’s limbs and its only by a miracle that he was able to roll off the other man so he didn’t smother him further into sheets. He had only enough strength to pull the condom off, tossing it haphazardly somewhere onto the floor before he turned back to tuck himself into Yunho’s side. The man laid prone and unconscious, a little red in the face but still breathing. Yoochun threw an arm around his hip, fingers finding the first bite he’d made earlier at the dimple in Yunho’s back; Yoochun smiled.
For the first time in a long time Yoochun closed his eyes and truly slept.
A/N: written for vaguelynormal ages ago. I don’t even remember having written it xD anyway, my hand at the asphyxiation kink. I can’t say I did it any justice though :/
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