All The Places You Don’t Belong (And The One Place You Do) 3/4
Title: All The Places You Don’t Belong (And The One Place You Do) 3/4
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and everything in between because I’m a sucker for OT5 like that.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: It’s FOUR parts now. Don’t judge me lololol.
Getting home is a lot easier than Yunho expects. The bite of the cold night air against his skin and his face do much to clear his head as he tries to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few hours. Yunho knows he’s easy, but he’s always been careful. He never does anything more than flirt with or tease strangers and he never lets his guard down, even with the people he does know. It’s hard to reconcile himself with the fact that despite having such clear cut standards, he let himself be handled so intimately by people he’d just met. The only explanation he can think of is that Jaejoong had said Yoochun could be trusted to take care of him and somehow by extension, the nameless man that Yoochun had sent after him could be trusted too. Yunho should be afraid, or relieved at least, that he hadn’t been gutted and left to bleed in some alley for being so naïve and trusting. It’s been a long time since he’s been either.
Yunho’s head is so jumbled that by the time he realizes where he’s going, he’s already standing at Jaejoong’s doorstep. He doesn’t have to be here; he’s already paid the bare minimum on his rent and could turn around and go home to his own apartment. But like so many other things he can’t seem to explain tonight, Yunho lets himself into Jaejoong’s apartment instead of going home.
Home. Yunho stands in the pitch black dark of Jaejoong’s foyer and inhales the faint scent of coffee and nicotine. No, never mind about wanting to be home, he’s already in it. No matter how twisted their relationship had started out or how much more convoluted it had become, Yunho had begun to associate wherever Jaejoong was as home. For someone who’s never had a mother or a father, he at least had someone who cared about him. That’s more than a lot of other people had and it’s a good enough reason for Yunho to tiptoe into Jaejoong’s room, and climb into his bed. Yunho strips out of his clothes and tries not to make as much noise as possible, but it seems his attempt would have been futile anyway, since the covers flip open the moment his knee presses into the thin mattress. Jaejoong gets up on one elbow, his face obscured by the shadows of the room but his eyes seem to gleam in the dim light.
“Sorry,” Yunho says quietly. “I was trying not to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” He answers, but the words are low and gravelly with sleep. Yunho gets under the warm covers and presses his own cold body against the warmness of Jaejoong’s, delighting in the body heat. They lay like that, unmoving and warm for a long time but Yunho doesn’t go to sleep and he knows Jaejoong doesn’t either.
“I went to that club tonight,” Yunho says, filling the silence. “I met Yoochun.”
“I know,” Jaejoong sighs. “He called me. Told me you were there.”
“I didn’t get to talk to Rella,” Yunho continues. “He was busy. They told me to come back tomorrow night.”
Jaejoong exhales loudly then, and says, “Fuck.” Then he rolls over Yunho, pinning his hands in a tight grip above his head.
“What’s wro - ” Jaejoong suddenly steals his words away, kissing him harshly with lips and tongue and teeth. Yunho only has time to make a noise of surprise before giving in to Jaejoong’s demanding mouth. It’s a frantic kiss and tastes just a little desperate, something Yunho can relate to. Jaejoong’s never kissed him like this though: hard and fast, fueled by that desperation Yunho knows so well. Yunho gives in to him, lets Jaejoong abuse his mouth because he knows Jaejoong will take care of him, just like he’s always done since his mother had left.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Jaejoong whispers haltingly when they finally break for air.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Yunho asks, just as breathless.
He laughs, the sound just as harsh as his kiss had been. “Everything comes with a price, Yunho-yah. Even an audience with Rella will cost you. They’re going to offer you things you won’t be able to refuse.” The older man releases his wrists, one of his hands dimple the bedding near Yunho’s head, and the other traces the outline of Yunho’s face. Quietly, he says, “You’re going to leave me too.”
Just like your mother, goes unsaid, but it hovers in the air between them. Yunho hadn’t thought about anything beyond tonight, but now that Jaejoong’s mentioned it -
Yunho wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss, a different one this time. This time it’s Yunho who’s just a little desperate. “Fuck me,” he says against Jaejoong’s mouth, punctuating the words with a roll of his hips. Mark me. Brand me. Make sure I never forget. Jaejoong answers with an acquiescing moan and a thrust of his own. He slides rough hands down Yunho’s side, hitching Yunho’s leg over his hips to increase the friction. Yunho gasps as their cocks rub against each other, nails digging into Jaejoong’s shoulders as Jaejoong teases his hole with a finger.
Yunho pushes into it eagerly and feels Jaejoong smile into their kiss. Jaejoong’s mouth moves away from Yunho’s lips to trail down his throat, nipping on his collar bones. Hands free, Yunho reaches between them to stroke their cocks with a tight fist. Jaejoong bites down on the skin of his chest and Yunho cries out, fingers tightening around their cocks that has Jaejoong groaning in answer.
“This isn’t going to last if you keep doing that,” Jaejoong says while soothing away the imprint of his teeth with his tongue.
Yunho shakes his head. “Don’t need it to last. Just- just-” Jaejoong seems to understand him despite his near incoherent rambling. The older man kisses him again, one hand disappearing under the pillows to reach for the lube and condoms Yunho knows he’s stashed there. Yunho sucks at Jaejoong’s tongue, delighting at Jaejoong’s multitasking abilities.
Prolonging things just seems unnecessary after that. There’s a new urgency between them that’s never been there before despite the number of times they’ve had sex in the past. Yunho can’t stop thinking about how Jaejoong might be right, that he might be exactly like his mother; that they’ll offer him something he can’t refuse and they’ll never see each other again. It’ll be all on Yunho to decide whether he wants to leave or stay, but a part of the reason this time feels so different is because they both know staying for him isn’t an option. The other part is that Yunho’s only just realized that maybe, he’s been a little in love with Jaejoong for a very long time.
“More,” Yunho says, wanting to feel Jaejoong inside him but his body continues to fight. Jaejoong adds a fourth finger to the three already working Yunho from the inside and it’s almost too much too soon. Yunho ceases to care when Jaejoong brushes against his prostate and Yunho’s body clenches in pleasure. Jaejoong keeps at it until Yunho feels like he’s riding the edge, and he’d be coming already if he hadn’t come earlier. Yunho suddenly remembers Yoochun and the nameless man, the way Yoochun had kissed him and the way the unnamed stranger had held him on the dance floor as he’d come. Just the thought of them has Yunho tipping over into ecstasy but guilt keeps him from climax; this might be the last time for him and Jaejoong and he’s thinking of two other men.
“Now- please,” Yunho pleads. He’s close, so close. “Jae-”
There’s the sound of ripping foil and Jaejoong is suddenly just there. He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting all of him in at one go. Yunho groans, clenching his teeth against the pain as much as the pleasure. Jaejoong wastes no time in a second thrust or a third until he finds a rhythm, something hard and fast paced that has Yunho panting. He grips Jaejoong’s thighs, his nails leaving their own mark on Jaejoong’s pale skin. Jaejoong buries his face into the crook of Yunho’s neck as he slows the pace down but puts more strength into his thrusts. He lifts one of Yunho’s legs onto his shoulder and shoves himself in. The new angle does things to Yunho’s nerves that he hadn’t thought were possible. His orgasm hits as Jaejoong thrusts a second time and Yunho feels it all over, starting from his cock, up and down his spine, and all the way to the tips of toes and fingers. He feels Jaejoong fill him in a hot rush through the condom, but it vaguely registers.
His limbs go weak and oblivion creeps up on him just as hard and fast as his orgasm, the stresses of the past few days and this night culminating into this one moment. The last thing he remembers is feeling sorry for having to let Jaejoong take care of clean up this time around, when time is the one thing they probably didn’t have much of. At least, not together, not anymore.
Then sleep over takes him and Yunho ceases to know the rest.
A/N: Its late and this is unbeta-d. All mistakes are mine. Also, all things, good or bad, must come to an end. Tomorrow is the last day for our FIC-A-DAY First Anniversary Month Long Special lololol. It’s been quite a month and though I’ve enjoyed it, I can’t say I’m sad to see it end! Thanks for all who’ve been with us :D more of this sappy shit tomorrow♥
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and everything in between because I’m a sucker for OT5 like that.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: It’s FOUR parts now. Don’t judge me lololol.
Getting home is a lot easier than Yunho expects. The bite of the cold night air against his skin and his face do much to clear his head as he tries to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few hours. Yunho knows he’s easy, but he’s always been careful. He never does anything more than flirt with or tease strangers and he never lets his guard down, even with the people he does know. It’s hard to reconcile himself with the fact that despite having such clear cut standards, he let himself be handled so intimately by people he’d just met. The only explanation he can think of is that Jaejoong had said Yoochun could be trusted to take care of him and somehow by extension, the nameless man that Yoochun had sent after him could be trusted too. Yunho should be afraid, or relieved at least, that he hadn’t been gutted and left to bleed in some alley for being so naïve and trusting. It’s been a long time since he’s been either.
Yunho’s head is so jumbled that by the time he realizes where he’s going, he’s already standing at Jaejoong’s doorstep. He doesn’t have to be here; he’s already paid the bare minimum on his rent and could turn around and go home to his own apartment. But like so many other things he can’t seem to explain tonight, Yunho lets himself into Jaejoong’s apartment instead of going home.
Home. Yunho stands in the pitch black dark of Jaejoong’s foyer and inhales the faint scent of coffee and nicotine. No, never mind about wanting to be home, he’s already in it. No matter how twisted their relationship had started out or how much more convoluted it had become, Yunho had begun to associate wherever Jaejoong was as home. For someone who’s never had a mother or a father, he at least had someone who cared about him. That’s more than a lot of other people had and it’s a good enough reason for Yunho to tiptoe into Jaejoong’s room, and climb into his bed. Yunho strips out of his clothes and tries not to make as much noise as possible, but it seems his attempt would have been futile anyway, since the covers flip open the moment his knee presses into the thin mattress. Jaejoong gets up on one elbow, his face obscured by the shadows of the room but his eyes seem to gleam in the dim light.
“Sorry,” Yunho says quietly. “I was trying not to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” He answers, but the words are low and gravelly with sleep. Yunho gets under the warm covers and presses his own cold body against the warmness of Jaejoong’s, delighting in the body heat. They lay like that, unmoving and warm for a long time but Yunho doesn’t go to sleep and he knows Jaejoong doesn’t either.
“I went to that club tonight,” Yunho says, filling the silence. “I met Yoochun.”
“I know,” Jaejoong sighs. “He called me. Told me you were there.”
“I didn’t get to talk to Rella,” Yunho continues. “He was busy. They told me to come back tomorrow night.”
Jaejoong exhales loudly then, and says, “Fuck.” Then he rolls over Yunho, pinning his hands in a tight grip above his head.
“What’s wro - ” Jaejoong suddenly steals his words away, kissing him harshly with lips and tongue and teeth. Yunho only has time to make a noise of surprise before giving in to Jaejoong’s demanding mouth. It’s a frantic kiss and tastes just a little desperate, something Yunho can relate to. Jaejoong’s never kissed him like this though: hard and fast, fueled by that desperation Yunho knows so well. Yunho gives in to him, lets Jaejoong abuse his mouth because he knows Jaejoong will take care of him, just like he’s always done since his mother had left.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Jaejoong whispers haltingly when they finally break for air.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Yunho asks, just as breathless.
He laughs, the sound just as harsh as his kiss had been. “Everything comes with a price, Yunho-yah. Even an audience with Rella will cost you. They’re going to offer you things you won’t be able to refuse.” The older man releases his wrists, one of his hands dimple the bedding near Yunho’s head, and the other traces the outline of Yunho’s face. Quietly, he says, “You’re going to leave me too.”
Just like your mother, goes unsaid, but it hovers in the air between them. Yunho hadn’t thought about anything beyond tonight, but now that Jaejoong’s mentioned it -
Yunho wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss, a different one this time. This time it’s Yunho who’s just a little desperate. “Fuck me,” he says against Jaejoong’s mouth, punctuating the words with a roll of his hips. Mark me. Brand me. Make sure I never forget. Jaejoong answers with an acquiescing moan and a thrust of his own. He slides rough hands down Yunho’s side, hitching Yunho’s leg over his hips to increase the friction. Yunho gasps as their cocks rub against each other, nails digging into Jaejoong’s shoulders as Jaejoong teases his hole with a finger.
Yunho pushes into it eagerly and feels Jaejoong smile into their kiss. Jaejoong’s mouth moves away from Yunho’s lips to trail down his throat, nipping on his collar bones. Hands free, Yunho reaches between them to stroke their cocks with a tight fist. Jaejoong bites down on the skin of his chest and Yunho cries out, fingers tightening around their cocks that has Jaejoong groaning in answer.
“This isn’t going to last if you keep doing that,” Jaejoong says while soothing away the imprint of his teeth with his tongue.
Yunho shakes his head. “Don’t need it to last. Just- just-” Jaejoong seems to understand him despite his near incoherent rambling. The older man kisses him again, one hand disappearing under the pillows to reach for the lube and condoms Yunho knows he’s stashed there. Yunho sucks at Jaejoong’s tongue, delighting at Jaejoong’s multitasking abilities.
Prolonging things just seems unnecessary after that. There’s a new urgency between them that’s never been there before despite the number of times they’ve had sex in the past. Yunho can’t stop thinking about how Jaejoong might be right, that he might be exactly like his mother; that they’ll offer him something he can’t refuse and they’ll never see each other again. It’ll be all on Yunho to decide whether he wants to leave or stay, but a part of the reason this time feels so different is because they both know staying for him isn’t an option. The other part is that Yunho’s only just realized that maybe, he’s been a little in love with Jaejoong for a very long time.
“More,” Yunho says, wanting to feel Jaejoong inside him but his body continues to fight. Jaejoong adds a fourth finger to the three already working Yunho from the inside and it’s almost too much too soon. Yunho ceases to care when Jaejoong brushes against his prostate and Yunho’s body clenches in pleasure. Jaejoong keeps at it until Yunho feels like he’s riding the edge, and he’d be coming already if he hadn’t come earlier. Yunho suddenly remembers Yoochun and the nameless man, the way Yoochun had kissed him and the way the unnamed stranger had held him on the dance floor as he’d come. Just the thought of them has Yunho tipping over into ecstasy but guilt keeps him from climax; this might be the last time for him and Jaejoong and he’s thinking of two other men.
“Now- please,” Yunho pleads. He’s close, so close. “Jae-”
There’s the sound of ripping foil and Jaejoong is suddenly just there. He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting all of him in at one go. Yunho groans, clenching his teeth against the pain as much as the pleasure. Jaejoong wastes no time in a second thrust or a third until he finds a rhythm, something hard and fast paced that has Yunho panting. He grips Jaejoong’s thighs, his nails leaving their own mark on Jaejoong’s pale skin. Jaejoong buries his face into the crook of Yunho’s neck as he slows the pace down but puts more strength into his thrusts. He lifts one of Yunho’s legs onto his shoulder and shoves himself in. The new angle does things to Yunho’s nerves that he hadn’t thought were possible. His orgasm hits as Jaejoong thrusts a second time and Yunho feels it all over, starting from his cock, up and down his spine, and all the way to the tips of toes and fingers. He feels Jaejoong fill him in a hot rush through the condom, but it vaguely registers.
His limbs go weak and oblivion creeps up on him just as hard and fast as his orgasm, the stresses of the past few days and this night culminating into this one moment. The last thing he remembers is feeling sorry for having to let Jaejoong take care of clean up this time around, when time is the one thing they probably didn’t have much of. At least, not together, not anymore.
Then sleep over takes him and Yunho ceases to know the rest.
A/N: Its late and this is unbeta-d. All mistakes are mine. Also, all things, good or bad, must come to an end. Tomorrow is the last day for our FIC-A-DAY First Anniversary Month Long Special lololol. It’s been quite a month and though I’ve enjoyed it, I can’t say I’m sad to see it end! Thanks for all who’ve been with us :D more of this sappy shit tomorrow♥