Tainted
Title: Tainted
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JaeChun
Genre: Yaoi, PWP
Summary: The little demon that curls inside of Micky wants to taint JaeJoong.
Comments: Murr...PWP that hit me at 5 am. This is loosely inspired by no__sunshine. 8D; I love you. xD
He could feel the breath hitching in his throat. Feel the wind pipes restricting as his body shivered faintly. He didn't know why this was happening. Why his mind was suddenly flashing a thousand different fantasies like a whirlwind of chaos.
It was just the two of them. Alone in the dressing room.
The younger of the two boys leaned forward, pressing his palms against the surface of the thick makeup table with the mirror and bright lights in front of it. His eyes closed momentarily as he tried to regain his wits. It wasn't happening and when his eyes slid back open and he was once again staring at the image in the mirror he could feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach.
Deep brown, faintly lusty eyes scaled over the reflection. The broad back, smooth creamy white skin and the graceful curve of the older boys spine. He watched as the object of his attention turned, paying no attention whatsoever to him. The youth's finger nails nearly dug into the table. His eyes couldn't be torn from the perfect flesh, toned muscle that he'd lusted about only in fantasies so many times before. Now he was seeing it in reality.
The almond shaped eyes of the older boy finally raised to the ones that were staring at him in the mirror and he gave the youth a questioning look.
"Are you ok, Micky?"
The gravelly voice snapped Micky right out of his daze and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Fine..." He muttered with a shake of his head.
He's just another guy, Micky. You've seen plenty in your life.
But JaeJoong wasn't just another guy. He was beautiful, perfect in Micky's eyes. Like some Earthbound angel that was just biding his time before he could return the the heavens above. Though Micky wanted him. Wanted to taint him, put him out of the graces of whatever God there was for mere selfishness. JaeJoong was his. He'd be sure of that.
"Are you sure, you're ok?" JaeJoong asked once more. "You look a little pale."
The older boy stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Micky's lower back, causing the younger to jerk faintly. Eyes faintly wide, Micky turned to JaeJoong.
"I told you I was fine."
JaeJoong gave a simple nod, pulling the white button down over his shoulders but never bothering to button it up. "All right...just making sure. You looked strange for a minute."
Strange was hardly the word that Micky would choose to describe it. Entranced, lustful, infatuated. He was sure there were a hundred more to describe how he was feeling at this exact moment.
Just the two of them. Alone in this room. The other boy's had already come and gone.
His body moved as though it had a will of its own and firm hands gripped JaeJoong's waist, guiding him against the makeup table until he could move no further. He almost grinned at the faint shock that came over the older boy's face at his peculiar actions.
"Micky...what...?"
"Jae..." It was the only coherent word that Micky could think of as he lifted JaeJoong just enough to push him onto the table. The older boy was light in weight, perfect for Micky to handle. Full lips descended on the milk white skin of Jae's neck and pressed a gentle kiss to it.
"Micky what the hell are you doing?" JaeJoong gasped, sliding back further on the table, his hands coming up to push at the younger boy's chest.
Micky shook his head, keeping a tight grip on JaeJoong's waist. "I want you, Jae..." He said simply, pulling him close once again. "God you're so beautiful..." He murmured.
Without a thought, JaeJoong's hands slid away from Micky's chest and a mixed gaze of confusion and curiosity was cast on the boy in front of him.
"You want me? I don't...no...we can't do that. You know we can't. I've never even..." JaeJoong shook his head, attempting to put his thoughts in order.
He'd never been touched by another boy, or kissed, or anything else pertaining to sexual intimacy. Once again he felt those full lips against his neck and he let out a soft mewl, his head canting automatically to the side.
Micky almost trembled in delight at the response to his kisses but only a small shiver ran down his spine. He moaned softly in longing against the flesh that he pressed open mouthed kisses too. Slender fingers found their way past the open shirt to graze over the smoothest skin he'd ever touched. They dipped along the hard abdomen muscles, over the firm jut of JaeJoong's hipbones and gliding over the nicely muscled ribcage. One curious hand continued its journey up to a pierced nipple, one finger running over the permanently hard bud of flesh before tugging at the bar a bit.
JaeJoong gasped at the sudden sensation that shot down his spine and then whimpered in a weak protest. "Micky please..." He pleaded softly. "Don't...I...it's not right..."
Pulling back faintly, a sardonic smirk played over the younger boy's face. "You say that and yet you make no attempt to really stop me. You would have pushed me away if you didn't want me touching you."
The inner thoughts of JaeJoong's brain collapsed faintly as he continued to be touched and nipped at. Though he knew the consequences of being caught in such an act were more then he wanted to ever think about, he couldn't push the youth away. Those lips, his hands...they all felt too good on his body. His fingers curled around the fabric of Micky's shirt and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Micky...please...don't tell anyone. We'll both be in trouble." He murmured softly.
A small sound of agreement was all that Micky could manage as he continued his attack on JaeJoong's neck, his lips traveling lower and his actions becoming more confident with each moan and gasp that left JaeJoong's mouth. He was tempting the angel and an almost morbid feeling of delight stole over him like a demon. He pressed JaeJoong back against the glass of the mirror, his hand traveling down the firm torso and over the front of the older boy's pants, cupping his clothed cock that had formed a rather impressive bulge thus far. He palmed the hardening flesh, grinning when he heard Jae's breath hitch in his throat.
"Ahhn...Micky...wait..." JaeJoong breathed out, his eyes flying open. The blush that stained his pale skin grew a shade darker and he made to close his legs but was stopped.
"Don't be afraid of me, Jae..." Micky whispered against his jaw. "I promise it'll make you feel good."
"I-I'm not afraid of you..." Jae muttered, his eyes fluttering open and closed a few times.
"Then don't be worried about getting caught. That makes it all the more fun." Micky's voice had dropped to a lilting purr as his tongue ran over the older boy's Adam's apple. "Just pay attention to what you feel..."
He should have said no, should have pushed Micky away from him but his body refused to listen to him. In spite of himself, JaeJoong's legs spread a bit wider, allowing more access for the boy who was touching him now.
Pleased with the seemingly disgruntled decision from the fallen angel in front of him, Micky skillfully undid JaeJoong's jeans with one hand. The played along the newly exposed flesh of Jae's pelvis before dipping into the pants and boxers and wrapping around the hardened erection, stroking JaeJoong skillfully.
The heat between his legs caused a longing mewl from JaeJoong and he pressed his shoulders against the mirror behind him as his hops lifted off the table and into Micky's hand. "Nnn...Y-Yoochun...why...?"
"Why?" Micky smirked faintly, glancing up at him. "Because I want you...I want to touch you, feel you tremble underneath me. I want to make you mine..."
"Make me yours?" JaeJoong's eyes widened. "No, Micky...not here..." He shook his head, biting down on his lower lip.
"Shh..." The index finger of Micky's free hand pressed gently against JaeJoong's lip, quieting him instantly. "I won't take you here against the makeup table...I'm not that bad..." He grinned.
JaeJoong wasn't so sure about that last statement but he had to partially blame himself for allowing such a thing to happen. Though the sensations that were overtaking him cancelled out the negativity he'd been previously thinking.
The heat between his legs grew hotter as Micky's hand worked its magic on his painfully hard cock. Another whimper, this one almost pained bubbled out of him and his hands gripped at Micky's shoulders. He felt the younger boy tug at his pants, slipping them off his slim hips and letting them tumble to the floor. Exposed. That was the only word that came to mind as Micky's lips made a wet trail down his chest, over his stomach and then over his inner thigh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Those words streamed through JaeJoong's head as those soft lips drew closer and closer to his cock and then he felt a wet warmth against the tip of his arousal and then he was drawn in by those lips. His back arched as a guttural moan passed through his pouting lips.
"Oh god...Micky...nng..." He gasped, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly in the pleasure he was feeling. The warm wetness of Micky's mouth felt incredible around him and his fingers found their way into the younger boy's hair, tugging at it in encoragement.
It was all that Micky needed and he took in as much of his lover as he possibly could, his tongue working patterns over the nerve on the underside of JaeJoong's sex. His hands rubbed gently at the smooth flesh of Jae's thighs and he moaned against the older boy's cock, the little vibrations running through the flesh and bringing another moan. God, he loved hearing JaeJoong. It was like a drug. A deft hand slid up JaeJoong's chest, blinding reaching his lips and tracing over them before gently prying them apart.
JaeJoong didn't resist and he allowed Micky to part his lips, taking the youth's index and middle finger into his mouth and sucking on them slowly. He ran his tongue around the the digits, coating them well in his own saliva. Though it didn't dawn on him right away as to why Micky had so obviously wanted him to do that. It wasn't until the youth pulled them away and that very hand snaked between his legs that he understood.
"Oh god...Micky...no..." He almost whined, trembling not only from the pleasure but from the hesitation as well.
Micky said nothing due to the ministrations he was already busy with and glanced up at his lover through his eyelashes, giving a reassuring look. This wouldn't be exactly painful but uncomfortable for JaeJoong at first. Still, with determination behind his actions, he traced the out rim of muscle at the older boy's opening before sliding his index finger into him slowly.
"Uhng...God..." JaeJoong panted his eyes slipping shut. He restricted against the other's finger, biting down even harder on his lower lip. He forced himself to relax, something in the back of his head telling him that tension would only make it worse. He was allowing this to happen, he had no right to resist.
Sliding his finger out and then back into his lover, Micky brought his mouth off of Jae's sex, moving the tip of his tongue in a figure eight against the head. A second finger was inserted into the older boy and he scissored them inside, stretching his lover some. He heard a small, semi-pained gasp from JaeJoong and nuzzled his thigh gently in reassurance before repaying attention to Jae's dripping cock.
The combination of Micky's tongue against his erection and the wandering fingers inside of him, put JaeJoong on sensory overdrive. His body was heated and blushed and he trembled faintly, trying to even out his breathing. His muscles started contracting as he felt his orgasm coming to him like a tidal wave. His teeth clenched for a moment and the blood rushed to his ears. JaeJoong's back arched once more and his lips parted in a loud moan of his lover's name.
"Micky ah...nnng...." His breath hitched once more as his seed spilled into the other's mouth.
Micky let out a long moan as his lover's fluid burned a trail down his throat as he swallowed as much as he could. He pulled his mouth off of Jae's now limp cock, his fingers sliding out of his lover, all the while keeping a bit of the cum on his tongue. With a faint grin he leaned up, kissing Jae deeply. When the boy's lips parted, he emptied the salty fluid into Jae's mouth, offering the older boy a taste of himself.
JaeJoong was shocked by the taste of his own cum as it was given to him and he sucked gently on Micky's tongue with a soft moan. Still shivering from the affects of his orgasm, Jae panted softly once he broke the kiss.
"Did it make you feel good, JaeJoong?" Micky asked softly, nuzzling against his neck.
JaeJoong only nodded, his fingers sliding up into the other's hair. It had made him feel incredible. He sighed softly, coming back to the realization that he was practically naked.
"I want to make you feel even better..." Micky purred huskily against JaeJoong's ear. "Let me..."
He could have said no. He thought it was the right answer but he didn't want too. He wouldn't.
"I'll let you..."
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JaeChun
Genre: Yaoi, PWP
Summary: The little demon that curls inside of Micky wants to taint JaeJoong.
Comments: Murr...PWP that hit me at 5 am. This is loosely inspired by no__sunshine. 8D; I love you. xD
He could feel the breath hitching in his throat. Feel the wind pipes restricting as his body shivered faintly. He didn't know why this was happening. Why his mind was suddenly flashing a thousand different fantasies like a whirlwind of chaos.
It was just the two of them. Alone in the dressing room.
The younger of the two boys leaned forward, pressing his palms against the surface of the thick makeup table with the mirror and bright lights in front of it. His eyes closed momentarily as he tried to regain his wits. It wasn't happening and when his eyes slid back open and he was once again staring at the image in the mirror he could feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach.
Deep brown, faintly lusty eyes scaled over the reflection. The broad back, smooth creamy white skin and the graceful curve of the older boys spine. He watched as the object of his attention turned, paying no attention whatsoever to him. The youth's finger nails nearly dug into the table. His eyes couldn't be torn from the perfect flesh, toned muscle that he'd lusted about only in fantasies so many times before. Now he was seeing it in reality.
The almond shaped eyes of the older boy finally raised to the ones that were staring at him in the mirror and he gave the youth a questioning look.
"Are you ok, Micky?"
The gravelly voice snapped Micky right out of his daze and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Fine..." He muttered with a shake of his head.
He's just another guy, Micky. You've seen plenty in your life.
But JaeJoong wasn't just another guy. He was beautiful, perfect in Micky's eyes. Like some Earthbound angel that was just biding his time before he could return the the heavens above. Though Micky wanted him. Wanted to taint him, put him out of the graces of whatever God there was for mere selfishness. JaeJoong was his. He'd be sure of that.
"Are you sure, you're ok?" JaeJoong asked once more. "You look a little pale."
The older boy stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Micky's lower back, causing the younger to jerk faintly. Eyes faintly wide, Micky turned to JaeJoong.
"I told you I was fine."
JaeJoong gave a simple nod, pulling the white button down over his shoulders but never bothering to button it up. "All right...just making sure. You looked strange for a minute."
Strange was hardly the word that Micky would choose to describe it. Entranced, lustful, infatuated. He was sure there were a hundred more to describe how he was feeling at this exact moment.
Just the two of them. Alone in this room. The other boy's had already come and gone.
His body moved as though it had a will of its own and firm hands gripped JaeJoong's waist, guiding him against the makeup table until he could move no further. He almost grinned at the faint shock that came over the older boy's face at his peculiar actions.
"Micky...what...?"
"Jae..." It was the only coherent word that Micky could think of as he lifted JaeJoong just enough to push him onto the table. The older boy was light in weight, perfect for Micky to handle. Full lips descended on the milk white skin of Jae's neck and pressed a gentle kiss to it.
"Micky what the hell are you doing?" JaeJoong gasped, sliding back further on the table, his hands coming up to push at the younger boy's chest.
Micky shook his head, keeping a tight grip on JaeJoong's waist. "I want you, Jae..." He said simply, pulling him close once again. "God you're so beautiful..." He murmured.
Without a thought, JaeJoong's hands slid away from Micky's chest and a mixed gaze of confusion and curiosity was cast on the boy in front of him.
"You want me? I don't...no...we can't do that. You know we can't. I've never even..." JaeJoong shook his head, attempting to put his thoughts in order.
He'd never been touched by another boy, or kissed, or anything else pertaining to sexual intimacy. Once again he felt those full lips against his neck and he let out a soft mewl, his head canting automatically to the side.
Micky almost trembled in delight at the response to his kisses but only a small shiver ran down his spine. He moaned softly in longing against the flesh that he pressed open mouthed kisses too. Slender fingers found their way past the open shirt to graze over the smoothest skin he'd ever touched. They dipped along the hard abdomen muscles, over the firm jut of JaeJoong's hipbones and gliding over the nicely muscled ribcage. One curious hand continued its journey up to a pierced nipple, one finger running over the permanently hard bud of flesh before tugging at the bar a bit.
JaeJoong gasped at the sudden sensation that shot down his spine and then whimpered in a weak protest. "Micky please..." He pleaded softly. "Don't...I...it's not right..."
Pulling back faintly, a sardonic smirk played over the younger boy's face. "You say that and yet you make no attempt to really stop me. You would have pushed me away if you didn't want me touching you."
The inner thoughts of JaeJoong's brain collapsed faintly as he continued to be touched and nipped at. Though he knew the consequences of being caught in such an act were more then he wanted to ever think about, he couldn't push the youth away. Those lips, his hands...they all felt too good on his body. His fingers curled around the fabric of Micky's shirt and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Micky...please...don't tell anyone. We'll both be in trouble." He murmured softly.
A small sound of agreement was all that Micky could manage as he continued his attack on JaeJoong's neck, his lips traveling lower and his actions becoming more confident with each moan and gasp that left JaeJoong's mouth. He was tempting the angel and an almost morbid feeling of delight stole over him like a demon. He pressed JaeJoong back against the glass of the mirror, his hand traveling down the firm torso and over the front of the older boy's pants, cupping his clothed cock that had formed a rather impressive bulge thus far. He palmed the hardening flesh, grinning when he heard Jae's breath hitch in his throat.
"Ahhn...Micky...wait..." JaeJoong breathed out, his eyes flying open. The blush that stained his pale skin grew a shade darker and he made to close his legs but was stopped.
"Don't be afraid of me, Jae..." Micky whispered against his jaw. "I promise it'll make you feel good."
"I-I'm not afraid of you..." Jae muttered, his eyes fluttering open and closed a few times.
"Then don't be worried about getting caught. That makes it all the more fun." Micky's voice had dropped to a lilting purr as his tongue ran over the older boy's Adam's apple. "Just pay attention to what you feel..."
He should have said no, should have pushed Micky away from him but his body refused to listen to him. In spite of himself, JaeJoong's legs spread a bit wider, allowing more access for the boy who was touching him now.
Pleased with the seemingly disgruntled decision from the fallen angel in front of him, Micky skillfully undid JaeJoong's jeans with one hand. The played along the newly exposed flesh of Jae's pelvis before dipping into the pants and boxers and wrapping around the hardened erection, stroking JaeJoong skillfully.
The heat between his legs caused a longing mewl from JaeJoong and he pressed his shoulders against the mirror behind him as his hops lifted off the table and into Micky's hand. "Nnn...Y-Yoochun...why...?"
"Why?" Micky smirked faintly, glancing up at him. "Because I want you...I want to touch you, feel you tremble underneath me. I want to make you mine..."
"Make me yours?" JaeJoong's eyes widened. "No, Micky...not here..." He shook his head, biting down on his lower lip.
"Shh..." The index finger of Micky's free hand pressed gently against JaeJoong's lip, quieting him instantly. "I won't take you here against the makeup table...I'm not that bad..." He grinned.
JaeJoong wasn't so sure about that last statement but he had to partially blame himself for allowing such a thing to happen. Though the sensations that were overtaking him cancelled out the negativity he'd been previously thinking.
The heat between his legs grew hotter as Micky's hand worked its magic on his painfully hard cock. Another whimper, this one almost pained bubbled out of him and his hands gripped at Micky's shoulders. He felt the younger boy tug at his pants, slipping them off his slim hips and letting them tumble to the floor. Exposed. That was the only word that came to mind as Micky's lips made a wet trail down his chest, over his stomach and then over his inner thigh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Those words streamed through JaeJoong's head as those soft lips drew closer and closer to his cock and then he felt a wet warmth against the tip of his arousal and then he was drawn in by those lips. His back arched as a guttural moan passed through his pouting lips.
"Oh god...Micky...nng..." He gasped, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly in the pleasure he was feeling. The warm wetness of Micky's mouth felt incredible around him and his fingers found their way into the younger boy's hair, tugging at it in encoragement.
It was all that Micky needed and he took in as much of his lover as he possibly could, his tongue working patterns over the nerve on the underside of JaeJoong's sex. His hands rubbed gently at the smooth flesh of Jae's thighs and he moaned against the older boy's cock, the little vibrations running through the flesh and bringing another moan. God, he loved hearing JaeJoong. It was like a drug. A deft hand slid up JaeJoong's chest, blinding reaching his lips and tracing over them before gently prying them apart.
JaeJoong didn't resist and he allowed Micky to part his lips, taking the youth's index and middle finger into his mouth and sucking on them slowly. He ran his tongue around the the digits, coating them well in his own saliva. Though it didn't dawn on him right away as to why Micky had so obviously wanted him to do that. It wasn't until the youth pulled them away and that very hand snaked between his legs that he understood.
"Oh god...Micky...no..." He almost whined, trembling not only from the pleasure but from the hesitation as well.
Micky said nothing due to the ministrations he was already busy with and glanced up at his lover through his eyelashes, giving a reassuring look. This wouldn't be exactly painful but uncomfortable for JaeJoong at first. Still, with determination behind his actions, he traced the out rim of muscle at the older boy's opening before sliding his index finger into him slowly.
"Uhng...God..." JaeJoong panted his eyes slipping shut. He restricted against the other's finger, biting down even harder on his lower lip. He forced himself to relax, something in the back of his head telling him that tension would only make it worse. He was allowing this to happen, he had no right to resist.
Sliding his finger out and then back into his lover, Micky brought his mouth off of Jae's sex, moving the tip of his tongue in a figure eight against the head. A second finger was inserted into the older boy and he scissored them inside, stretching his lover some. He heard a small, semi-pained gasp from JaeJoong and nuzzled his thigh gently in reassurance before repaying attention to Jae's dripping cock.
The combination of Micky's tongue against his erection and the wandering fingers inside of him, put JaeJoong on sensory overdrive. His body was heated and blushed and he trembled faintly, trying to even out his breathing. His muscles started contracting as he felt his orgasm coming to him like a tidal wave. His teeth clenched for a moment and the blood rushed to his ears. JaeJoong's back arched once more and his lips parted in a loud moan of his lover's name.
"Micky ah...nnng...." His breath hitched once more as his seed spilled into the other's mouth.
Micky let out a long moan as his lover's fluid burned a trail down his throat as he swallowed as much as he could. He pulled his mouth off of Jae's now limp cock, his fingers sliding out of his lover, all the while keeping a bit of the cum on his tongue. With a faint grin he leaned up, kissing Jae deeply. When the boy's lips parted, he emptied the salty fluid into Jae's mouth, offering the older boy a taste of himself.
JaeJoong was shocked by the taste of his own cum as it was given to him and he sucked gently on Micky's tongue with a soft moan. Still shivering from the affects of his orgasm, Jae panted softly once he broke the kiss.
"Did it make you feel good, JaeJoong?" Micky asked softly, nuzzling against his neck.
JaeJoong only nodded, his fingers sliding up into the other's hair. It had made him feel incredible. He sighed softly, coming back to the realization that he was practically naked.
"I want to make you feel even better..." Micky purred huskily against JaeJoong's ear. "Let me..."
He could have said no. He thought it was the right answer but he didn't want too. He wouldn't.
"I'll let you..."