Black Tie Affair {Fic}
Title: Black Tie Affair
Pairing: JaeHo (seme!Jae)
Rating: NC-17/R
Genre: PWP
Dedicated to my dear friend
yaoi_hoshi. <333
Not a very good fic, and written in a very short amount of time, but oh wells~ Hope you appreciate it, Hoshi <333333333
The short hand on the tall grandfather clock points just short of twelve, and Jaejoong is giggling into Yunho's neck as they make their way, rather ungracefully, up the stairs of the hotel they're staying at for the night. Yunho's work had them both away on business again, but neither seemed to mind, so long as they were together. Questions and eyebrows were raised when people saw Jeong Yunho and his secretary whispering into each other's ears, too close even for a private conversation. But for the most part, people looked the other way, pretended not to notice. Yunho was obviously wealthy, and the eccentricities of the wealthy were often overlooked. The pair reach their suite and fumble with the door card, both cursing at the piece of plastic, but finally manage to stumble inside and slam the door behind them. Jaejoong backs Yunho up into the door, grinning and holding onto the taller man's wrists, in case it might occur to him to struggle. Of course, it didn't.
Instead, Yunho grins back, his brain fuzzy and his heart pounding. The light in Jaejoong's black eyes would normally have made him nervous, but he's too mesmerized by his lover's masculine beauty and he can't think of anything but the other man.
"Yunho..." Jaejoong says slowly, wickedly, his voice clearer than it should have been for a man who had consumed as much alcohol as he had.
"Yes?" Yunho's response is little more than a breath, and his voice is huskier than usual, thick with desire.
"I think," Jaejoong moves his hands from Yunho's wrist and begins to tug at his clothes instead, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, but leaving the traditional skinny tie around his neck.
"You are wearing too much clothes for my liking."
Yunho gets the hint and shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off. Jaejoong stops him, however, when he reaches for the black silk tie. Yunho raises his eyebrows, but let's Jaejoong remove the item himself.
The next thing he knows, he's been spun around, his chest pressed into the cold wooden door.
"Jae...?" he's confused, and his inebriated brain doesn't know what to think of his current situation. Of course, he could have turned himself back around, but he just stood there and let Jaejoong tie his wrists together behind his broad back.
Jaejoong doesn't bother to respond. He has his mind set on a much more important task at the moment. When he's finished--a much more difficult job, really, when your brain is hazed over with lust and drink--he doesn't turn Yunho back around, but instead removes his own clothing, down to his simple cotton boxers. He leans forward, pressing himself into Yunho's back until the piercings in his navel and one nipple dig into the other's skin.
Yunho lets out a low moan and squeezes his eyes shut--he can feel Jaejoong's erection pressed against him, and it's driving him half mad. Then Jaejoong's hand has somehow made it's way down Yunho's pants and he's wrapped his fingers around Yunho's own erection, and the tall Korean man can't think anything at all, just /feel/. And dammit, it feels /good/. Jaejoong is stroking him, slowly at first, and then hard and fast, and he's squeezing him, and it hurts, but the pain is beautiful, and Yunho throws his head back and lets out a gutteral sound of pleasure because he can't form any words because it's just /too much/ and he doesn't want it to stop. But it does, and he's spun around again, and then Jaejoong is feasting on his mouth and breathing is harsh and tongues and lips are everywhere, and now Jaejoong can't think either, and he doesn't care. Neither of them are quiet and the sounds of their pleasure fill the air. Jaejoong grinds his hips against Yunho's and lets out a mewl of pleasure while Yunho gasps, the friction setting lights off behind his closed eyes.
Then Jaejoong is leading him towards the large canopy bed, their lips never parting. Yunho feels himself being pushed down onto the bed and Jaejoong crawls on top of him, his hands working to remove Yunho's pants, his underwear, then Jaejoong isn't wearing underwear either, and it's just skin on top of glorious skin. They're both slick with sweat, and Jaejoong starts rolling his hips and oh /God/ Yunho doesn't know how much more he can take, and he's almost embarrassed at how fast he's coming to the edge, but then Jaejoong stops, again, pulling away completely, and Yunho cries out in protest, trying to reach for the other man, but he can't, and the tie only serves to frustrate him.
"Ungh~ Jae...." Yunho's panting, his head thrown back, his cock dripping and standing up proud.
Jaejoong stares at him in awe for a moment, Yunho's beauty never failing to amaze him, before he crawls back on top of the taller man, this time a tube of something in his hands. He pulls Yunho into a somewhat upright position and looses his hands, before tying them again, this time to the headboard, above his head. Then he slides down Yunho's body again, nipping and kissing and suckling all the way down until he reaches his destination. He laps at the head of Yunho's manhood, tongue dashing out to taste at it. Yunho bucks his hips and curls his hands until his nails dig into his palms. Jaejoong is a goddamn tease, and Yunho thinks to curse him for it, but he doesn't seem to be able to say anything beyond incomprehensible grunts and moans. Jaejoong doesn't tease him long, however. He spreads Yunho's legs, raising his knees so that he can reach Yunho's entrance. He strokes at the sensitive skin on the inside of Yunho's thighs, causing him to writhe impatiently and bite his lip. Jae pauses in his ministrations to pop open the cap of his lube and pours a generous amount over his fingers, coating them in the slippery substance. Slowly, gently, he pushes one into Yunho's opening, careful to minimize the discomfort.
"Breathe, Love." He reminds his lover. Yunho forces his muscles to relax and gasps when another finger joins the first. Jaejoong stretches him, stroking at Yunho's insides, scissoring his fingers, making Yunho squirm and pant and moan. He knows Yunho's ready when Yunho tries to push his hips down further, tries to take the fingers deeper. So he pulls out and leans back to coat his member with the lube, mixing it with the pre-cum already pearled at the tip of his erection. The feel of the warming substance and his fingers on himself made him hotter, and he sighed in pleasure. Then he was pushing inside of Yunho, and Yunho throws his head back, gasping and writhing and wanting so much more, until Jaejoong is situated completely inside of him. Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut and waits until Yunho lifts his hips, signaling for him to MOVE, dammit.
So he does. "Nnngh~ /fuck/~!" Jaejoong hisses, Yunho's heat almost unbearable. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming himself back in to the hilt. Fireworks go off in his head and he can't think again, just loses himself in Yunho, loses himself in the feelings. It takes a minute for them to set up a rhythm, with Jaejoong pounding in as Yunho rolls his hips down, then pulling out as Yunho rolls up, so that they're always meeting each other. Yunho feels his orgasm pooling low in his stomach and he starts to buck his hips, almost losing their rhythm. But Jaejoong speeds up, approaching his own finish. He snakes his hand between them to curl his fingers around Yunho's cock and begins to pump him, his hand sliding up and down. They climb upwards together, the passion and the pleasure too much for them to handle any longer, and they cling to each other as they spiral off the cliff and into a black abyss of pure sensation. Yunho cries out as he comes, his hands pulling at their bondage, wanting to hold Jaejoong, to bury his fingers in his golden locks, to tell him he loves him. His seed spills all over their stomachs and Jae's hand, but Jaejoong doesn't seem to mind. Jaejoong buries his face in Yunho's neck and echoes his shout of release, the cry fading off into a throaty mewl as he empties himself into Yunho. Using the last of his strength, he reaches up and tugs the tie loose before collapsing completely onto Yunho. The now freed man immediately wraps his arms around his sated lover, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Jaejoong groans and nips at Yunho's shoulder. "You are such a sap," he says, but he isn't really complaining, because it's nice to know that Yunho loves him.
They lay there in silence for what seems like hours but is in reality only about twenty minutes. Then Jaejoong nuzzles into Yunho's neck again, purring contentedly.
"God, I love you, Yunho."
A sleepy grin spreads it's way across Yunho's face, and he pets at Jaejoong's tangled hair.
"Sap."
-Fin-
Pairing: JaeHo (seme!Jae)
Rating: NC-17/R
Genre: PWP
Dedicated to my dear friend
yaoi_hoshi. <333
Not a very good fic, and written in a very short amount of time, but oh wells~ Hope you appreciate it, Hoshi <333333333
The short hand on the tall grandfather clock points just short of twelve, and Jaejoong is giggling into Yunho's neck as they make their way, rather ungracefully, up the stairs of the hotel they're staying at for the night. Yunho's work had them both away on business again, but neither seemed to mind, so long as they were together. Questions and eyebrows were raised when people saw Jeong Yunho and his secretary whispering into each other's ears, too close even for a private conversation. But for the most part, people looked the other way, pretended not to notice. Yunho was obviously wealthy, and the eccentricities of the wealthy were often overlooked. The pair reach their suite and fumble with the door card, both cursing at the piece of plastic, but finally manage to stumble inside and slam the door behind them. Jaejoong backs Yunho up into the door, grinning and holding onto the taller man's wrists, in case it might occur to him to struggle. Of course, it didn't.
Instead, Yunho grins back, his brain fuzzy and his heart pounding. The light in Jaejoong's black eyes would normally have made him nervous, but he's too mesmerized by his lover's masculine beauty and he can't think of anything but the other man.
"Yunho..." Jaejoong says slowly, wickedly, his voice clearer than it should have been for a man who had consumed as much alcohol as he had.
"Yes?" Yunho's response is little more than a breath, and his voice is huskier than usual, thick with desire.
"I think," Jaejoong moves his hands from Yunho's wrist and begins to tug at his clothes instead, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, but leaving the traditional skinny tie around his neck.
"You are wearing too much clothes for my liking."
Yunho gets the hint and shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off. Jaejoong stops him, however, when he reaches for the black silk tie. Yunho raises his eyebrows, but let's Jaejoong remove the item himself.
The next thing he knows, he's been spun around, his chest pressed into the cold wooden door.
"Jae...?" he's confused, and his inebriated brain doesn't know what to think of his current situation. Of course, he could have turned himself back around, but he just stood there and let Jaejoong tie his wrists together behind his broad back.
Jaejoong doesn't bother to respond. He has his mind set on a much more important task at the moment. When he's finished--a much more difficult job, really, when your brain is hazed over with lust and drink--he doesn't turn Yunho back around, but instead removes his own clothing, down to his simple cotton boxers. He leans forward, pressing himself into Yunho's back until the piercings in his navel and one nipple dig into the other's skin.
Yunho lets out a low moan and squeezes his eyes shut--he can feel Jaejoong's erection pressed against him, and it's driving him half mad. Then Jaejoong's hand has somehow made it's way down Yunho's pants and he's wrapped his fingers around Yunho's own erection, and the tall Korean man can't think anything at all, just /feel/. And dammit, it feels /good/. Jaejoong is stroking him, slowly at first, and then hard and fast, and he's squeezing him, and it hurts, but the pain is beautiful, and Yunho throws his head back and lets out a gutteral sound of pleasure because he can't form any words because it's just /too much/ and he doesn't want it to stop. But it does, and he's spun around again, and then Jaejoong is feasting on his mouth and breathing is harsh and tongues and lips are everywhere, and now Jaejoong can't think either, and he doesn't care. Neither of them are quiet and the sounds of their pleasure fill the air. Jaejoong grinds his hips against Yunho's and lets out a mewl of pleasure while Yunho gasps, the friction setting lights off behind his closed eyes.
Then Jaejoong is leading him towards the large canopy bed, their lips never parting. Yunho feels himself being pushed down onto the bed and Jaejoong crawls on top of him, his hands working to remove Yunho's pants, his underwear, then Jaejoong isn't wearing underwear either, and it's just skin on top of glorious skin. They're both slick with sweat, and Jaejoong starts rolling his hips and oh /God/ Yunho doesn't know how much more he can take, and he's almost embarrassed at how fast he's coming to the edge, but then Jaejoong stops, again, pulling away completely, and Yunho cries out in protest, trying to reach for the other man, but he can't, and the tie only serves to frustrate him.
"Ungh~ Jae...." Yunho's panting, his head thrown back, his cock dripping and standing up proud.
Jaejoong stares at him in awe for a moment, Yunho's beauty never failing to amaze him, before he crawls back on top of the taller man, this time a tube of something in his hands. He pulls Yunho into a somewhat upright position and looses his hands, before tying them again, this time to the headboard, above his head. Then he slides down Yunho's body again, nipping and kissing and suckling all the way down until he reaches his destination. He laps at the head of Yunho's manhood, tongue dashing out to taste at it. Yunho bucks his hips and curls his hands until his nails dig into his palms. Jaejoong is a goddamn tease, and Yunho thinks to curse him for it, but he doesn't seem to be able to say anything beyond incomprehensible grunts and moans. Jaejoong doesn't tease him long, however. He spreads Yunho's legs, raising his knees so that he can reach Yunho's entrance. He strokes at the sensitive skin on the inside of Yunho's thighs, causing him to writhe impatiently and bite his lip. Jae pauses in his ministrations to pop open the cap of his lube and pours a generous amount over his fingers, coating them in the slippery substance. Slowly, gently, he pushes one into Yunho's opening, careful to minimize the discomfort.
"Breathe, Love." He reminds his lover. Yunho forces his muscles to relax and gasps when another finger joins the first. Jaejoong stretches him, stroking at Yunho's insides, scissoring his fingers, making Yunho squirm and pant and moan. He knows Yunho's ready when Yunho tries to push his hips down further, tries to take the fingers deeper. So he pulls out and leans back to coat his member with the lube, mixing it with the pre-cum already pearled at the tip of his erection. The feel of the warming substance and his fingers on himself made him hotter, and he sighed in pleasure. Then he was pushing inside of Yunho, and Yunho throws his head back, gasping and writhing and wanting so much more, until Jaejoong is situated completely inside of him. Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut and waits until Yunho lifts his hips, signaling for him to MOVE, dammit.
So he does. "Nnngh~ /fuck/~!" Jaejoong hisses, Yunho's heat almost unbearable. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming himself back in to the hilt. Fireworks go off in his head and he can't think again, just loses himself in Yunho, loses himself in the feelings. It takes a minute for them to set up a rhythm, with Jaejoong pounding in as Yunho rolls his hips down, then pulling out as Yunho rolls up, so that they're always meeting each other. Yunho feels his orgasm pooling low in his stomach and he starts to buck his hips, almost losing their rhythm. But Jaejoong speeds up, approaching his own finish. He snakes his hand between them to curl his fingers around Yunho's cock and begins to pump him, his hand sliding up and down. They climb upwards together, the passion and the pleasure too much for them to handle any longer, and they cling to each other as they spiral off the cliff and into a black abyss of pure sensation. Yunho cries out as he comes, his hands pulling at their bondage, wanting to hold Jaejoong, to bury his fingers in his golden locks, to tell him he loves him. His seed spills all over their stomachs and Jae's hand, but Jaejoong doesn't seem to mind. Jaejoong buries his face in Yunho's neck and echoes his shout of release, the cry fading off into a throaty mewl as he empties himself into Yunho. Using the last of his strength, he reaches up and tugs the tie loose before collapsing completely onto Yunho. The now freed man immediately wraps his arms around his sated lover, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Jaejoong groans and nips at Yunho's shoulder. "You are such a sap," he says, but he isn't really complaining, because it's nice to know that Yunho loves him.
They lay there in silence for what seems like hours but is in reality only about twenty minutes. Then Jaejoong nuzzles into Yunho's neck again, purring contentedly.
"God, I love you, Yunho."
A sleepy grin spreads it's way across Yunho's face, and he pets at Jaejoong's tangled hair.
"Sap."
-Fin-