secret santa gift
gift no.10
for chromeheart
Jaejoong was ten when he saw his first killing and fifteen when he experienced it first hand. It was a part of maturing as his parents would say it; Kill or be killed.
He wonders when it all began, the brawls, the drugs, the whores, the blood and the baby. Finally after a long while, Jaejoong had something in him that made him human, sane again.
It was all a rush of adrenaline when Jaejoong met this pudgy looking baby named Shim Changmin in his servant’s hands after Kendo class one day. Jaejoong peeked from behind the chubby sized woman with saucer-like obsidian eyes that stood unblinking, staring at the small wrinkled thing lying comfortably in her arms.
Jaejoong felt light all of a sudden, fizzy even. Jaejoong slowly poked Changmin; testing the waters. Changmin squirmed cutely and grabbed Jae’s finger in a tight grip before releasing it to a tempting deep slumber. Thoughts of both of them bouncing and giggling under a tree somewhere in the vast garden of his house got Jaejoong grinning widely. His resemblance to a well fed tabby cat was uncanny.
“You got young master Jaejoong to smile, my little devil. Isn’t this just wonderful?” The woman who carried Changmin spoke and looked lovingly towards the now sleeping infant in her arms. She couldn’t contain her excitement from looking at the adorable interactions between the two and ran off to tell Mr. and Mrs. Kim.
Knock knock. “Come in.”
“Sir, we found this baby drenched out on your doorstep an hour ago.” The woman politely explained while looking at both Mrs. and Mr. Kim present.
“And why choose to report it now Henna?” Mrs. Kim placed the delicate China lightly on the table and turned to face her, an eyebrow raised.
“I couldn’t take the baby away from our dear young master Jaejoong Madam.”
“This IS my Jaejoong you’re talking about yes?” She enquired.
“Of course Madam. The one and only.” She smiled.
“This… is quite a surprise. Dear, do you hear that? Our baby is taking interest.” Madam eye’s glistened ever so slightly at the mention of hope.
“Yes, I agree with you. Let me see this spark to Jaejoong’s curiosity.”
Henna handed Changmin over to Mr. Kim, delighted for both her young master and the baby. They wouldn’t have taken it any other way. The apple of their eye is responding to something and it was genuine.
“This calls for a celebration.” Mr. Kim said with a determined stare to his wife.
So, for years to come, both Jaejoong and Changmin was inseparable; they played under the big tree just like what Jaejoong had imagined, they fought the baddies at the playground together, played with the bubbles and rubber duckkies in the tub together and heck, they even cry in the movies together. But all good things must come to an end and that’s where everything started to fall apart between the blood brothers. Jaejoong was eighteen then and Changmin eleven.
An age gap of 7 years did many things to their relationships- gradually destroying the once good anything that they had. Towards the decrescendo of their ending, Changmin found a new found love for experimenting. He already skipped 2 years of his life with kids his own age and went on to bigger heights with his ability.
He needed a distraction from the grunts and sounds being emitted almost every night by Jaejoong. He needed something to cure the hurt he has in his heart even for a fraction of a second. Each time high pitched screams etched itself his head, he didn’t hesitate to push the blade deeper in his flesh, replacing hurt with pain. And in time, he got himself moaning when he sees the blade engulfing his still healing wound till ruby red liquid trickles to the floor just in time for Changmin to adore and admire.
His mismatched eyes followed by a cracked smile at the end of a reoccurring scene bring a whole new meaning to a hollowed soul.
Jaejoong refused to let Changmin see this ugly side of him. The distance pulled apart between them grows. His pitied soul couldn’t even do justice to the dirt scattered on the pathway that Changmin walks on every day. He could never in his life be compared to such a pure soul like Changmin. Jaejoong feels dirty, tainted each time he washes his hands, he’s reminded of blood. Cleaning up the trash of society but all in all, it made him feel like one himself.
All rights and wrongs were jumbled up in Changmin’s mind. No longer seen is the line between black and white. It was all a shady blur of a broken fragment of what it used to be. As time passed, he found the mere sight blood cliché. His eyebrows frowned in concentration as he looks up at the picture of his Jaejoong plastered to the ceiling and wondered why it seemed so … boring now.
Seeing his bloo- THAT’S IT! The answer to his question was there all along. He just had to search a little deeper. It’s his blood that he had been seeing all this while. Not others, his.
And so, his thirst for foreign blood was evident and no, he wasn’t a vampire. Sneaking out of the huge ass mansion was a pain but being the prodigy that he is, Changmin managed to escape unnoticed.
His nightly escapades made Changmin more of a sadist then Jaejoong himself. On the contrary, one might think that Jaejoong would inevitably be a sadist due to his family’s business but he wasn’t. He wouldn’t hurt a soul if he wasn’t forced too. Kill or be killed was instilled in his brain till the deeds done. They were growing further and further apart until one day, fate intervenes. Jaejoong’s father wanted Changmin as Jaejoong’s advisor. He have seen for himself what genius that boy could produce. Now’s the right time for everything to come in place. Or so he thought.
~XXX~
“Now answer me! What were your stubby fingers doing around my men in my turf?” Jaejoong instinctively shouted and jabbed the pointed tip of the tanto that was given to him for his fifteenth birthday by his father. An ugly shriek leaped out of the man’s mouth. Jaejoong liked the blood off the prized knife and enjoyed the priceless emotion played on his prey’s face.
“You call yourself a yakuza when you can’t even keep your trap shut during interrogation? You’re pathetic.” Jaejoong spat at him.
“And you’re a pathetic excuse for a yakuza. Spreading your legs for anyone who’s willing.” The sprawled man on the floor managed to choke out.
“You motherfucker!” Jaejoong spun around and gave a fatal blow of his muscled right fist to his face. It knocked him out unconscious. It was especially strong today because his Changmin was watching. He had to do it right. He worse he could do was make him look weak.
Unknown to Jaejoong, Changmin was seething with rage when he heard what that bastard had to say about his Jaejoong. He told himself to calm down, that asshole is already knocked unconscious. He had to save his efforts for another kind of punishment for him later and a grin crept up Changmin’s face as he thought of all the possible opportunities he had planned.
They moved the man to another room, their torture chamber as they would call it. Changmin slipped in stealthily away from prying eyes. He intended it to be just him but fate decided to throw in a certain precious pawn in the game, Jaejoong. But of course, it’s without a few unseen glitches hidden.
After waiting for the stupid moron to wake up, Changmin set up all the equipment needed and was pleased with his work of art.
“W-Who are you?” the man asked, fear evident in his eyes. His hands were tied together by a rope hanging from the ceiling.
“Changmin. The last person you would see before you die.” Changmin said, chuckling darkly sending chills down the man’s spine.
Jaejoong was stunned, how? His Changmin like this? He was never like this! So why now? But all thought disappeared with his rationality when he saw how sexy Changmin was when he was like this. He wanted to see more. A Changmin he never dreamt of seeing.
An applaud echoed through the silent room as Jaejoong walks in smiling encouragingly to Changmin. “Make that the second last person you will see tonight.”
Changmin was shell-shocked but welcomed it nonetheless. It’s going to be more interesting with his Jae involved. Jaejoong slid his arms around Changmin’s waist, something he hadn’t done since young.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing. His demise is just coming Jaejoong hyung.”
“Good. I’m glad to be of assistance to anything you might do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very, sweetie. My tolerance for this kinda stuff is high.”
“Your stuff, not mine hyung. But if you insist.” Changmin sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this but his resolve weakened when something struck him, “I might never have this chance again. It’s now or never Changmin.”
The man stared wide-eyed at their conversation fear pulsating throughout his veins at record speed.
“Scared?” Changmin asked. “You shouldn’t because this might just bring you the most pleasure and pain in your life.” Changmin chuckled.
“Go on with the show.”
Without further ado, Changmin revealed a big screen. “I hope you like porn as much as I do.”
Moans filled the room as Changmin played his favourite porn on replay. The man struggled, trying to turn his eyes away from watching it.
“Ah ah ah~” Changmin wags a finger.
“That wouldn’t be such a good idea. I had a sharp metal placed on your back, struggle and it might just pierce through that brainless head of yours and don’t you think you can die by suicide. The tip is not long enough to be fatal but just the right length to hear you scream.” Changmin’s sadist nature kicks in.
Jaejoong gasped. “C-Changmin… you wouldn’t…”
“Try me.” And Jaejoong gasped even more but didn’t give a sign of disapproval. Maybe this works for the both of them. It has to. If not, nothing else will.
As if it had been on cue, everything did come in place. The bloodshot eyes, the weary look, little bruises on Changmin’s body and the snarky grin of achievement on his face each time an enemy dies a little more faster and a little more agonizing than what anybody had assumed. It was all Changmin.
“Y-you…” Jaejoong points and accusing finger at him, taking a small step back. Changmin looks at him dejectedly and Jaejoong cursed himself.
All were forgotten for a brief moment when their attention was turned to the chocked moans of their prey.
“Well well, I guess you do enjoy porn as much as I do.” Changmin walked over to him and stopped when he saw no form of arousal on him whatsoever. Changmin frowned and grinded his lanky leg to his crotch. As he predicted, a bulge was forming perfectly.
“You sick fuck. You accused my Jae of being a whore but you enjoy this don’t you? You desire him don’t you?!” Changmin growled in a menacing tone and gave a stronger push to his crotch.
On the other hand, Jaejoong was more preoccupied with Changmin’s words. “He called me my Jae and not Jaejoong hyung. Is it okay to think otherwise?” These words pulled at Jaejoong’s heartstrings. He wanted to cry out in joy but his face betrayed him. It was unfeeling, cold.
Jaejoong was startled when he heard his name being called so… lovingly in a tone only both of them could comprehend. “Jae, would you do me this honor of showing him how euphoric it is to see a live display of affection? “ Changmin’s tone was pleading and his outstretched hand quivered slightly.
Jaejoong took a sharp intake of air and slowly advance till he reached Changmin’s side. “I would love to.” He took Changmin’s hand and felt his eyes moisten. Changmin smiled warmly at me adding to that nostalgic touch.
“I feel like I’m in a fucking Shakespeare’s movie. Since when were you like that?”
“Since I met you.”
Jaejoong’s reply was swallowed whole by plump lips on his. Changmin nipped slightly at Jaejoong’s lower lip, licking teasingly at his closed entrance. Jaejoong sighed blissfully into it and allowed Changmin to enter. Changmin immediately explored the hot cavern and took no time battling for dominance in which Jaejoong happily admitted defeat.
Hands roamed on each of their body, memorizing the smallest curve of their bodies. Bits and pieces of cloth were strewn on the floor without hesitation. Butterfly kisses were placed on Jaejoong’s snow white skin trailing from his exposed neck down to his beaded nipples and his naval. Jaejoong moaned and instinctively wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck.
Jaejoong arched when Changmin got a firm hold on his arousal, stroking it excruciatingly slow leaving him on the verge of insanity. Jaejoong gasped and dug his finger in Changmin’s broad back when he felt fingers poking deeper into his puckered hole. Jaejoong struggled relentlessly within their embrace but it was worth it when Changmin took the initiative to whisper comforting words in his ears making him blush right up to his ears.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes!” Changmin chuckle vibrated, sending shivers coursing throughout Jaejoong’s whimpering body. Jaejoong let out a silent cry when he felt Changmin’s thick rod pounding into his tight heat. Changmin stopped and waited for Jaejoong to adjust. It stung but they had to keep on going and Jaejoong a weak nod of approval for him to move.
Changmin attacked Jaejoong’s lips in a bruising kiss; teethes clashing but he didn’t mind. Changmin angled differently until he found Jaejoong’s sweet spot. Jaejoong screamed until his voice were hoarse each time Changmin caused him to see stars. Changmin hissed when Jaejoong clung on a tad too hard along back and left red marks all over it.
He went faster and harder with each thrust until Changmin decided to turned their bodies to face the flushed face of the tied up man.
“Watch long and good. This bitch is mine.”
Jaejoong cried out as Changmin’s cock found itself deeper in him. Jaejoong felt something pooling in the depths of his gut and he knew he was near. Jaejoong screeches when he came, spilling his come all over the aroused man’s stomach.
“You like that don’t you?” Changmin licked Jaejoong’s cheek. Directing his question to the victim involved.
Jaejoong’s muscle squeezed Changmin’s cock making the said man come spilling his substance all over Jaejoong’s ass. He trembled as an aftermath. The effect of Changmin releasing deep into him was unnervingly gratifying.
Jaejoong’s pants and Changmin’s grunts filled the air until silence fell over them. Changmin lifted Jaejoong in his arms and placed him gently down on the table. Leaving to unfinished business.
“I hope you like honey too.” Changmin unzipped the man’s ripped trousers and placed a death grip on his swollen cock. Precum leaked out of the tip, asking for some form of release. Changmin looked hard up and down the organ and finally snickered when he saw the base cock ring buzzing away.
“Aww~ how cute. Here’s another present.” He looked up in horror, tears rolling down his cheek. Changmin pulled down his pants and shoved a vibrator up his hole raw. Switching it up on high. Jaejoong cringed when he heard the muffled screams of the man.
Changmin then proceeded to smear a generous amount of honey up and down the man’s cock with playful strokes. Changmin eye no longer reflected light, it was pure charcoal black. Jaejoong was reminded of the joker from batman looking at his Changmin like that.
He swished and turned to Jaejoong with the same smile that made him melt. “Babe, let’s go.”
“A-Are you sure? You’re gonna leave him like that?”
“Sure, my friends would gladly accompany him to his untimely death.” Changmin slid his arms around Jaejoong’s slim waist and planted a peck to his cheek. Jaejoong couldn’t help but blush.
“What friends?” Jaejoong questions.
“Oh nothing. Just some Amazon soldier ants I kept as pets when I was bored.” Changmin shrugged. “They are probably hungry. I haven’t fed them for two days.”
Changmin led Jaejoong to the door suavely without a hint of remorse in his bones but before that, he looks back and said in a low taunting voice, “Note to self: never make Shim Changmin angry… because Jae isn’t there to help you.” The said man sneered and with his long-lost beloved, he left the poor man to fend for himself, fear striking through the very core of his soul.
~XXX~
“Was what he said right? That you spread your legs for anybody who’s willing?” Changmin asked while stroking Jaejoong’s soft locks tenderly.
“Fuck you Changmin. They spread for me, not vice versa. My hole is still a virgin until you,
bitch.”
“But you didn’t deny it either.”
“I didn’t have to. You were fucking me in my mind Changmin, that’s enough evidence to last me a lifetime.
“It’s all in a day’s work.”
for chromeheart
Jaejoong was ten when he saw his first killing and fifteen when he experienced it first hand. It was a part of maturing as his parents would say it; Kill or be killed.
He wonders when it all began, the brawls, the drugs, the whores, the blood and the baby. Finally after a long while, Jaejoong had something in him that made him human, sane again.
It was all a rush of adrenaline when Jaejoong met this pudgy looking baby named Shim Changmin in his servant’s hands after Kendo class one day. Jaejoong peeked from behind the chubby sized woman with saucer-like obsidian eyes that stood unblinking, staring at the small wrinkled thing lying comfortably in her arms.
Jaejoong felt light all of a sudden, fizzy even. Jaejoong slowly poked Changmin; testing the waters. Changmin squirmed cutely and grabbed Jae’s finger in a tight grip before releasing it to a tempting deep slumber. Thoughts of both of them bouncing and giggling under a tree somewhere in the vast garden of his house got Jaejoong grinning widely. His resemblance to a well fed tabby cat was uncanny.
“You got young master Jaejoong to smile, my little devil. Isn’t this just wonderful?” The woman who carried Changmin spoke and looked lovingly towards the now sleeping infant in her arms. She couldn’t contain her excitement from looking at the adorable interactions between the two and ran off to tell Mr. and Mrs. Kim.
Knock knock. “Come in.”
“Sir, we found this baby drenched out on your doorstep an hour ago.” The woman politely explained while looking at both Mrs. and Mr. Kim present.
“And why choose to report it now Henna?” Mrs. Kim placed the delicate China lightly on the table and turned to face her, an eyebrow raised.
“I couldn’t take the baby away from our dear young master Jaejoong Madam.”
“This IS my Jaejoong you’re talking about yes?” She enquired.
“Of course Madam. The one and only.” She smiled.
“This… is quite a surprise. Dear, do you hear that? Our baby is taking interest.” Madam eye’s glistened ever so slightly at the mention of hope.
“Yes, I agree with you. Let me see this spark to Jaejoong’s curiosity.”
Henna handed Changmin over to Mr. Kim, delighted for both her young master and the baby. They wouldn’t have taken it any other way. The apple of their eye is responding to something and it was genuine.
“This calls for a celebration.” Mr. Kim said with a determined stare to his wife.
So, for years to come, both Jaejoong and Changmin was inseparable; they played under the big tree just like what Jaejoong had imagined, they fought the baddies at the playground together, played with the bubbles and rubber duckkies in the tub together and heck, they even cry in the movies together. But all good things must come to an end and that’s where everything started to fall apart between the blood brothers. Jaejoong was eighteen then and Changmin eleven.
An age gap of 7 years did many things to their relationships- gradually destroying the once good anything that they had. Towards the decrescendo of their ending, Changmin found a new found love for experimenting. He already skipped 2 years of his life with kids his own age and went on to bigger heights with his ability.
He needed a distraction from the grunts and sounds being emitted almost every night by Jaejoong. He needed something to cure the hurt he has in his heart even for a fraction of a second. Each time high pitched screams etched itself his head, he didn’t hesitate to push the blade deeper in his flesh, replacing hurt with pain. And in time, he got himself moaning when he sees the blade engulfing his still healing wound till ruby red liquid trickles to the floor just in time for Changmin to adore and admire.
His mismatched eyes followed by a cracked smile at the end of a reoccurring scene bring a whole new meaning to a hollowed soul.
Jaejoong refused to let Changmin see this ugly side of him. The distance pulled apart between them grows. His pitied soul couldn’t even do justice to the dirt scattered on the pathway that Changmin walks on every day. He could never in his life be compared to such a pure soul like Changmin. Jaejoong feels dirty, tainted each time he washes his hands, he’s reminded of blood. Cleaning up the trash of society but all in all, it made him feel like one himself.
All rights and wrongs were jumbled up in Changmin’s mind. No longer seen is the line between black and white. It was all a shady blur of a broken fragment of what it used to be. As time passed, he found the mere sight blood cliché. His eyebrows frowned in concentration as he looks up at the picture of his Jaejoong plastered to the ceiling and wondered why it seemed so … boring now.
Seeing his bloo- THAT’S IT! The answer to his question was there all along. He just had to search a little deeper. It’s his blood that he had been seeing all this while. Not others, his.
And so, his thirst for foreign blood was evident and no, he wasn’t a vampire. Sneaking out of the huge ass mansion was a pain but being the prodigy that he is, Changmin managed to escape unnoticed.
His nightly escapades made Changmin more of a sadist then Jaejoong himself. On the contrary, one might think that Jaejoong would inevitably be a sadist due to his family’s business but he wasn’t. He wouldn’t hurt a soul if he wasn’t forced too. Kill or be killed was instilled in his brain till the deeds done. They were growing further and further apart until one day, fate intervenes. Jaejoong’s father wanted Changmin as Jaejoong’s advisor. He have seen for himself what genius that boy could produce. Now’s the right time for everything to come in place. Or so he thought.
~XXX~
“Now answer me! What were your stubby fingers doing around my men in my turf?” Jaejoong instinctively shouted and jabbed the pointed tip of the tanto that was given to him for his fifteenth birthday by his father. An ugly shriek leaped out of the man’s mouth. Jaejoong liked the blood off the prized knife and enjoyed the priceless emotion played on his prey’s face.
“You call yourself a yakuza when you can’t even keep your trap shut during interrogation? You’re pathetic.” Jaejoong spat at him.
“And you’re a pathetic excuse for a yakuza. Spreading your legs for anyone who’s willing.” The sprawled man on the floor managed to choke out.
“You motherfucker!” Jaejoong spun around and gave a fatal blow of his muscled right fist to his face. It knocked him out unconscious. It was especially strong today because his Changmin was watching. He had to do it right. He worse he could do was make him look weak.
Unknown to Jaejoong, Changmin was seething with rage when he heard what that bastard had to say about his Jaejoong. He told himself to calm down, that asshole is already knocked unconscious. He had to save his efforts for another kind of punishment for him later and a grin crept up Changmin’s face as he thought of all the possible opportunities he had planned.
They moved the man to another room, their torture chamber as they would call it. Changmin slipped in stealthily away from prying eyes. He intended it to be just him but fate decided to throw in a certain precious pawn in the game, Jaejoong. But of course, it’s without a few unseen glitches hidden.
After waiting for the stupid moron to wake up, Changmin set up all the equipment needed and was pleased with his work of art.
“W-Who are you?” the man asked, fear evident in his eyes. His hands were tied together by a rope hanging from the ceiling.
“Changmin. The last person you would see before you die.” Changmin said, chuckling darkly sending chills down the man’s spine.
Jaejoong was stunned, how? His Changmin like this? He was never like this! So why now? But all thought disappeared with his rationality when he saw how sexy Changmin was when he was like this. He wanted to see more. A Changmin he never dreamt of seeing.
An applaud echoed through the silent room as Jaejoong walks in smiling encouragingly to Changmin. “Make that the second last person you will see tonight.”
Changmin was shell-shocked but welcomed it nonetheless. It’s going to be more interesting with his Jae involved. Jaejoong slid his arms around Changmin’s waist, something he hadn’t done since young.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing. His demise is just coming Jaejoong hyung.”
“Good. I’m glad to be of assistance to anything you might do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very, sweetie. My tolerance for this kinda stuff is high.”
“Your stuff, not mine hyung. But if you insist.” Changmin sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this but his resolve weakened when something struck him, “I might never have this chance again. It’s now or never Changmin.”
The man stared wide-eyed at their conversation fear pulsating throughout his veins at record speed.
“Scared?” Changmin asked. “You shouldn’t because this might just bring you the most pleasure and pain in your life.” Changmin chuckled.
“Go on with the show.”
Without further ado, Changmin revealed a big screen. “I hope you like porn as much as I do.”
Moans filled the room as Changmin played his favourite porn on replay. The man struggled, trying to turn his eyes away from watching it.
“Ah ah ah~” Changmin wags a finger.
“That wouldn’t be such a good idea. I had a sharp metal placed on your back, struggle and it might just pierce through that brainless head of yours and don’t you think you can die by suicide. The tip is not long enough to be fatal but just the right length to hear you scream.” Changmin’s sadist nature kicks in.
Jaejoong gasped. “C-Changmin… you wouldn’t…”
“Try me.” And Jaejoong gasped even more but didn’t give a sign of disapproval. Maybe this works for the both of them. It has to. If not, nothing else will.
As if it had been on cue, everything did come in place. The bloodshot eyes, the weary look, little bruises on Changmin’s body and the snarky grin of achievement on his face each time an enemy dies a little more faster and a little more agonizing than what anybody had assumed. It was all Changmin.
“Y-you…” Jaejoong points and accusing finger at him, taking a small step back. Changmin looks at him dejectedly and Jaejoong cursed himself.
All were forgotten for a brief moment when their attention was turned to the chocked moans of their prey.
“Well well, I guess you do enjoy porn as much as I do.” Changmin walked over to him and stopped when he saw no form of arousal on him whatsoever. Changmin frowned and grinded his lanky leg to his crotch. As he predicted, a bulge was forming perfectly.
“You sick fuck. You accused my Jae of being a whore but you enjoy this don’t you? You desire him don’t you?!” Changmin growled in a menacing tone and gave a stronger push to his crotch.
On the other hand, Jaejoong was more preoccupied with Changmin’s words. “He called me my Jae and not Jaejoong hyung. Is it okay to think otherwise?” These words pulled at Jaejoong’s heartstrings. He wanted to cry out in joy but his face betrayed him. It was unfeeling, cold.
Jaejoong was startled when he heard his name being called so… lovingly in a tone only both of them could comprehend. “Jae, would you do me this honor of showing him how euphoric it is to see a live display of affection? “ Changmin’s tone was pleading and his outstretched hand quivered slightly.
Jaejoong took a sharp intake of air and slowly advance till he reached Changmin’s side. “I would love to.” He took Changmin’s hand and felt his eyes moisten. Changmin smiled warmly at me adding to that nostalgic touch.
“I feel like I’m in a fucking Shakespeare’s movie. Since when were you like that?”
“Since I met you.”
Jaejoong’s reply was swallowed whole by plump lips on his. Changmin nipped slightly at Jaejoong’s lower lip, licking teasingly at his closed entrance. Jaejoong sighed blissfully into it and allowed Changmin to enter. Changmin immediately explored the hot cavern and took no time battling for dominance in which Jaejoong happily admitted defeat.
Hands roamed on each of their body, memorizing the smallest curve of their bodies. Bits and pieces of cloth were strewn on the floor without hesitation. Butterfly kisses were placed on Jaejoong’s snow white skin trailing from his exposed neck down to his beaded nipples and his naval. Jaejoong moaned and instinctively wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck.
Jaejoong arched when Changmin got a firm hold on his arousal, stroking it excruciatingly slow leaving him on the verge of insanity. Jaejoong gasped and dug his finger in Changmin’s broad back when he felt fingers poking deeper into his puckered hole. Jaejoong struggled relentlessly within their embrace but it was worth it when Changmin took the initiative to whisper comforting words in his ears making him blush right up to his ears.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes!” Changmin chuckle vibrated, sending shivers coursing throughout Jaejoong’s whimpering body. Jaejoong let out a silent cry when he felt Changmin’s thick rod pounding into his tight heat. Changmin stopped and waited for Jaejoong to adjust. It stung but they had to keep on going and Jaejoong a weak nod of approval for him to move.
Changmin attacked Jaejoong’s lips in a bruising kiss; teethes clashing but he didn’t mind. Changmin angled differently until he found Jaejoong’s sweet spot. Jaejoong screamed until his voice were hoarse each time Changmin caused him to see stars. Changmin hissed when Jaejoong clung on a tad too hard along back and left red marks all over it.
He went faster and harder with each thrust until Changmin decided to turned their bodies to face the flushed face of the tied up man.
“Watch long and good. This bitch is mine.”
Jaejoong cried out as Changmin’s cock found itself deeper in him. Jaejoong felt something pooling in the depths of his gut and he knew he was near. Jaejoong screeches when he came, spilling his come all over the aroused man’s stomach.
“You like that don’t you?” Changmin licked Jaejoong’s cheek. Directing his question to the victim involved.
Jaejoong’s muscle squeezed Changmin’s cock making the said man come spilling his substance all over Jaejoong’s ass. He trembled as an aftermath. The effect of Changmin releasing deep into him was unnervingly gratifying.
Jaejoong’s pants and Changmin’s grunts filled the air until silence fell over them. Changmin lifted Jaejoong in his arms and placed him gently down on the table. Leaving to unfinished business.
“I hope you like honey too.” Changmin unzipped the man’s ripped trousers and placed a death grip on his swollen cock. Precum leaked out of the tip, asking for some form of release. Changmin looked hard up and down the organ and finally snickered when he saw the base cock ring buzzing away.
“Aww~ how cute. Here’s another present.” He looked up in horror, tears rolling down his cheek. Changmin pulled down his pants and shoved a vibrator up his hole raw. Switching it up on high. Jaejoong cringed when he heard the muffled screams of the man.
Changmin then proceeded to smear a generous amount of honey up and down the man’s cock with playful strokes. Changmin eye no longer reflected light, it was pure charcoal black. Jaejoong was reminded of the joker from batman looking at his Changmin like that.
He swished and turned to Jaejoong with the same smile that made him melt. “Babe, let’s go.”
“A-Are you sure? You’re gonna leave him like that?”
“Sure, my friends would gladly accompany him to his untimely death.” Changmin slid his arms around Jaejoong’s slim waist and planted a peck to his cheek. Jaejoong couldn’t help but blush.
“What friends?” Jaejoong questions.
“Oh nothing. Just some Amazon soldier ants I kept as pets when I was bored.” Changmin shrugged. “They are probably hungry. I haven’t fed them for two days.”
Changmin led Jaejoong to the door suavely without a hint of remorse in his bones but before that, he looks back and said in a low taunting voice, “Note to self: never make Shim Changmin angry… because Jae isn’t there to help you.” The said man sneered and with his long-lost beloved, he left the poor man to fend for himself, fear striking through the very core of his soul.
~XXX~
“Was what he said right? That you spread your legs for anybody who’s willing?” Changmin asked while stroking Jaejoong’s soft locks tenderly.
“Fuck you Changmin. They spread for me, not vice versa. My hole is still a virgin until you,
bitch.”
“But you didn’t deny it either.”
“I didn’t have to. You were fucking me in my mind Changmin, that’s enough evidence to last me a lifetime.
“It’s all in a day’s work.”