Let's Get It On
Let's Get It On
Jaejoong/Yunho
NC-17 - porn/humour/fluff. 8D
1500w approx.
For mcdoherty who wanted me to write awkward!sex in return for... something else. ;D ♥
Yunho tries not to look at Jaejoong as he speaks, but it’s kind of hard when Jaejoong is doing his best to be attentive and therefore looking the cutest ever.
“You see, for a long time, I mean not ages but… a while. I’ve sort of…” Yunho trails off and grimaces at his new and useless verbal diarrhoea. Jaejoong smiles behind curled fingers.
“Are you trying to tell me something, Jung Yunho?”
Yunho blushes. Then scowls and tries to assert his manly leader authority. “Kim Jaejoong, I-“ Jaejoong cuts him off with an open-mouthed, wet kiss. When they part, Yunho blinks owlishly. “-um, yes. That.”
Jaejoong’s eyes darken. He takes Yunho’s hand and starts to drag him down the hall. Yunho swallows hard and wishes he’d taken up Yoochun’s offer of ‘The Talk’.
Time for some noisy beat.
-
“Fuck!” Jaejoong barks - with feeling - as Yunho bites his tongue for the third time. “What the hell are you trying to achieve there?”
Yunho pulls away and rubs at the sore spot on his arm where Jaejoong punched him. “Sorry! But your tongue is just… everywhere. I don’t know what to do with it!”
Jaejoong frowns menacingly. “Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?”
“Let’s just… get naked,” Yunho suggests, desperately trying to avoid a fight. Thankfully, Jaejoong takes to the idea and grins.
“Good idea,” he says, reaching for Yunho’s shirt. He tugs it up and over Yunho’s head. Hard.
“Crapsticks!” Yunho yells, muffled by the neck of his polo shirt. The buttons are digging into his nose and cotton is filling his mouth. “That hurt!”
“Oops,” Jaejoong says, easing the shirt off and smiling guiltily. “I was uh… too eager to see your hot body?”
Yunho scowls. “Right. Maybe we should undress ourselves.”
They undress quickly and blessedly pain-free. Well, apart from the bit where Jaejoong gets his foot stuck in his pants and trips over face-first onto the floor.
“Jaejae?” Yunho peers over the side of the bed with concern. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Jaejoong mutters, picking himself up and throwing the pants across the room. He turns to Yunho with a bright grin. “We’re naked!”
Yunho blushes. Again. “Yes. Um. Come here?”
Jaejoong crawls onto the bed in a manner that Yunho assumes is supposed to be ‘seductive’. The effect works pretty well until Jaejoong crawls too far, slips on the sheets and bangs their foreheads together.
“Shit,” they say in unison, pulling back to rub at reddening skin.
Jaejoong bites his lip and Yunho melts. “C’mere baby,” he says, mimicking Yoochun’s English and hoping Jaejoong doesn’t have the same reaction as Junsu.
Luckily, Jaejoong laughs and pushes at Yunho until they lie flat, bodies touching at all points. “That was smooth,” he teases.
Yunho just hums in agreement and lets Jaejoong kiss his neck. This time, he’s quite appreciative of Jaejoong’s tongue being everywhere. He runs gentle hands along the soft skin and hard muscle of Jaejoong’s body.
“Touch me,” Jaejoong murmurs against Yunho’s collarbone. Yunho complies, slipping a hand between them. He swallows nervously and wraps a hand around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong, however, chooses that exact moment to bite down on Yunho’s neck. Yunho yelps, not expecting the sharp pain, and pulls hard on Jaejoong’s cock.
“Holy mother of… yes Yunho, it’s attached!” Jaejoong whisper-yells, yanking Yunho’s hand away and blinking away the water in his eyes. “I thought you’d know how to handle that. You own a penis!”
Yunho flushes from head to toe and clutches Jaejoong’s hip apologetically. “Sorry! But you bit me,” he whines petulantly. “It hurt.”
“So did you nearly ripping my manhood off.”
Yunho lets go of Jaejoong and pouts. “You know I’ve never done this before. I was trying to be gentle until you decided to eat my neck for dinner.”
Jaejoong relaxes and stops wincing. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’re not really into pain.”
“Let me make it up to you,” Yunho says confidently. “I’ll, um, suck you.”
Jaejoong stares at him for a beat and then snickers. “That dirty mouth on you, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho reverses their positions and grins, sliding down Jaejoong’s body. “That’s the idea.”
He licks his lips when Jaejoong stills and he’s suddenly faced with a cock. A cock he has to be extra gentle with. “Sorry,” he whispers to it and places a tiny, soft kiss to the head. Jaejoong groans. Loudly. Pulling his lips over his teeth, Yunho steels himself, chants a silent ‘hwaiting!’, and lowers his mouth over Jaejoong’s cock.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong breathes, one hand lifting to run through Yunho’s hair, fingers gripping at the base of his skull.
Yunho takes this as encouragement and begins to suck. It’s actually not bad - Jaejoong tastes clean and the fast-developing ache in his jaw is worth it for the sounds spilling from Jaejoong’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong groans. He fists his other hand in Yunho’s hair and thrusts upward. Yunho gags and tries to pull back. Jaejoong, however, is having none of it. His hands tighten their grip and his hips push up insistently. It takes Yunho pinching Jaejoong’s thighs twice before he lets go and Yunho can pull off completely.
“Choke me why don’t you,” Yunho gasps, throat sore and voice raspy. He blinks and feels tears run down his cheeks from watery eyes.
Jaejoong sits up immediately and reaches for Yunho. “Oh Yunhoyah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You were so good though, I couldn’t help myself,” he rambles. Yunho coughs miserably and slumps back on his knees. Jaejoong gently thumbs away the moisture from Yunho’s face and leans in to press soft kisses to his throat, jaw and lips. “I’m sorry,” he says in English. Yunho smiles despite the ache in his throat.
“Maybe we should skip the foreplay,” Jaejoong says, head tilted in thought. “It’s too fiddly anyway.”
Yunho eyes Jaejoong warily. “You mean… full-on sex?”
“Sure!” Jaejoong beams and tries to guide Yunho back down. “You just lie back and I will do you oh-so-right.”
Yunho snorts loudly at the words. Then the implication sets in. “Hey!” he protests, struggling to sit up again. “You mean you want to… do me? Who decided that?”
“Well I’ve got the most experience,” Jaejoong says, puffing out his chest a bit. “It only makes sense?”
“You nearly choked me!” Yunho argues. “I’m not letting you anywhere near my ass until I can trust your restraint. I think I should do you.”
“And why is that?” Jaejoong asks, voice low and dangerous. “Are you trying to fit us into roles and stereotypes? Because let me tell you, U-Know Yunho-“
Yunho clamps a hand over Jaejoong’s mouth and sighs. “This is failing. And totally unsexy. YunJae are destined to never orgasm,” he says, more than a little pitiful.
Jaejoong’s eyes soften and he laughs into Yunho’s palm before pulling it away. He flops down next to Yunho and giggles again. “We suck.”
“Well, I tried to,” Yunho replies with a wry smile.
“And it was good,” Jaejoong reassures. “Until I tried to lodge myself in your oesophagus.”
Yunho sighs dejectedly and turns to face Jaejoong. “You’re really hot,” he says mournfully, “and I want to have sex with you.”
Jaejoong pats his hand. “I know, Yunho. Me too.”
They lie in silence for a couple of minutes, an air of fail all around them. Then Jaejoong sits up abruptly. “I have an idea!”
Yunho regards him sceptically. “Oh?”
“Sit up,” Jaejoong demands, pulling at Yunho’s hands. Yunho acquiesces, albeit a tad reluctantly. Jaejoong arranges their legs to fit around each other’s waists. The position has them pressed close together, chest-to-chest and face-to-face. Yunho feels the heat of arousal uncurl in his belly once more.
“What’s this?”
Jaejoong wets his lips and smiles, reaching down. Yunho squints, half-worried about what’s going to happen. Except, nothing happens. Until Jaejoong lets out a little sound, half-moan half-sigh. “Touch yourself.”
Yunho glances down and nearly groans as he watches Jaejoong jerk off slowly. “Why?”
“You can have sex. With me. At the same time,” Jaejoong answers, short sentences and even shorted breaths. Every pause is accentuated with a twist of his wrist that Yunho can feel against his own cock. “Hurry up or I’ll come before you.”
Yunho wastes no time in sliding a hand down to catch up. He watches Jaejoong’s face as they jerk off together. Their hands touch sometimes, and the slight contact is more than enough to make Yunho’s breath quicken and send his arousal to its peak. He comes first, half-embarrassed but uncaring as Jaejoong pulls him into a kiss, moaning and coming all over his own hand and half of Yunho’s.
“That was fucking hot,” Jaejoong mumbles against Yunho’s lips. “Your sexface is amazing.”
Yunho laughs and pushes Jaejoong away. “I’m glad you finally got to see it.”
Jaejoong pokes his tongue out and wipes his sticky hand on Yunho’s chest. “Whatever,” he says dismissively and begins to untangle their limbs.
He falls off the bed, lands with a loud thump and an even louder, “ow, fuck!”, and Yunho laughs harder. They can try the real sex some other time.
Jaejoong/Yunho
NC-17 - porn/humour/fluff. 8D
1500w approx.
For mcdoherty who wanted me to write awkward!sex in return for... something else. ;D ♥
Yunho tries not to look at Jaejoong as he speaks, but it’s kind of hard when Jaejoong is doing his best to be attentive and therefore looking the cutest ever.
“You see, for a long time, I mean not ages but… a while. I’ve sort of…” Yunho trails off and grimaces at his new and useless verbal diarrhoea. Jaejoong smiles behind curled fingers.
“Are you trying to tell me something, Jung Yunho?”
Yunho blushes. Then scowls and tries to assert his manly leader authority. “Kim Jaejoong, I-“ Jaejoong cuts him off with an open-mouthed, wet kiss. When they part, Yunho blinks owlishly. “-um, yes. That.”
Jaejoong’s eyes darken. He takes Yunho’s hand and starts to drag him down the hall. Yunho swallows hard and wishes he’d taken up Yoochun’s offer of ‘The Talk’.
Time for some noisy beat.
-
“Fuck!” Jaejoong barks - with feeling - as Yunho bites his tongue for the third time. “What the hell are you trying to achieve there?”
Yunho pulls away and rubs at the sore spot on his arm where Jaejoong punched him. “Sorry! But your tongue is just… everywhere. I don’t know what to do with it!”
Jaejoong frowns menacingly. “Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?”
“Let’s just… get naked,” Yunho suggests, desperately trying to avoid a fight. Thankfully, Jaejoong takes to the idea and grins.
“Good idea,” he says, reaching for Yunho’s shirt. He tugs it up and over Yunho’s head. Hard.
“Crapsticks!” Yunho yells, muffled by the neck of his polo shirt. The buttons are digging into his nose and cotton is filling his mouth. “That hurt!”
“Oops,” Jaejoong says, easing the shirt off and smiling guiltily. “I was uh… too eager to see your hot body?”
Yunho scowls. “Right. Maybe we should undress ourselves.”
They undress quickly and blessedly pain-free. Well, apart from the bit where Jaejoong gets his foot stuck in his pants and trips over face-first onto the floor.
“Jaejae?” Yunho peers over the side of the bed with concern. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Jaejoong mutters, picking himself up and throwing the pants across the room. He turns to Yunho with a bright grin. “We’re naked!”
Yunho blushes. Again. “Yes. Um. Come here?”
Jaejoong crawls onto the bed in a manner that Yunho assumes is supposed to be ‘seductive’. The effect works pretty well until Jaejoong crawls too far, slips on the sheets and bangs their foreheads together.
“Shit,” they say in unison, pulling back to rub at reddening skin.
Jaejoong bites his lip and Yunho melts. “C’mere baby,” he says, mimicking Yoochun’s English and hoping Jaejoong doesn’t have the same reaction as Junsu.
Luckily, Jaejoong laughs and pushes at Yunho until they lie flat, bodies touching at all points. “That was smooth,” he teases.
Yunho just hums in agreement and lets Jaejoong kiss his neck. This time, he’s quite appreciative of Jaejoong’s tongue being everywhere. He runs gentle hands along the soft skin and hard muscle of Jaejoong’s body.
“Touch me,” Jaejoong murmurs against Yunho’s collarbone. Yunho complies, slipping a hand between them. He swallows nervously and wraps a hand around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong, however, chooses that exact moment to bite down on Yunho’s neck. Yunho yelps, not expecting the sharp pain, and pulls hard on Jaejoong’s cock.
“Holy mother of… yes Yunho, it’s attached!” Jaejoong whisper-yells, yanking Yunho’s hand away and blinking away the water in his eyes. “I thought you’d know how to handle that. You own a penis!”
Yunho flushes from head to toe and clutches Jaejoong’s hip apologetically. “Sorry! But you bit me,” he whines petulantly. “It hurt.”
“So did you nearly ripping my manhood off.”
Yunho lets go of Jaejoong and pouts. “You know I’ve never done this before. I was trying to be gentle until you decided to eat my neck for dinner.”
Jaejoong relaxes and stops wincing. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’re not really into pain.”
“Let me make it up to you,” Yunho says confidently. “I’ll, um, suck you.”
Jaejoong stares at him for a beat and then snickers. “That dirty mouth on you, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho reverses their positions and grins, sliding down Jaejoong’s body. “That’s the idea.”
He licks his lips when Jaejoong stills and he’s suddenly faced with a cock. A cock he has to be extra gentle with. “Sorry,” he whispers to it and places a tiny, soft kiss to the head. Jaejoong groans. Loudly. Pulling his lips over his teeth, Yunho steels himself, chants a silent ‘hwaiting!’, and lowers his mouth over Jaejoong’s cock.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong breathes, one hand lifting to run through Yunho’s hair, fingers gripping at the base of his skull.
Yunho takes this as encouragement and begins to suck. It’s actually not bad - Jaejoong tastes clean and the fast-developing ache in his jaw is worth it for the sounds spilling from Jaejoong’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong groans. He fists his other hand in Yunho’s hair and thrusts upward. Yunho gags and tries to pull back. Jaejoong, however, is having none of it. His hands tighten their grip and his hips push up insistently. It takes Yunho pinching Jaejoong’s thighs twice before he lets go and Yunho can pull off completely.
“Choke me why don’t you,” Yunho gasps, throat sore and voice raspy. He blinks and feels tears run down his cheeks from watery eyes.
Jaejoong sits up immediately and reaches for Yunho. “Oh Yunhoyah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You were so good though, I couldn’t help myself,” he rambles. Yunho coughs miserably and slumps back on his knees. Jaejoong gently thumbs away the moisture from Yunho’s face and leans in to press soft kisses to his throat, jaw and lips. “I’m sorry,” he says in English. Yunho smiles despite the ache in his throat.
“Maybe we should skip the foreplay,” Jaejoong says, head tilted in thought. “It’s too fiddly anyway.”
Yunho eyes Jaejoong warily. “You mean… full-on sex?”
“Sure!” Jaejoong beams and tries to guide Yunho back down. “You just lie back and I will do you oh-so-right.”
Yunho snorts loudly at the words. Then the implication sets in. “Hey!” he protests, struggling to sit up again. “You mean you want to… do me? Who decided that?”
“Well I’ve got the most experience,” Jaejoong says, puffing out his chest a bit. “It only makes sense?”
“You nearly choked me!” Yunho argues. “I’m not letting you anywhere near my ass until I can trust your restraint. I think I should do you.”
“And why is that?” Jaejoong asks, voice low and dangerous. “Are you trying to fit us into roles and stereotypes? Because let me tell you, U-Know Yunho-“
Yunho clamps a hand over Jaejoong’s mouth and sighs. “This is failing. And totally unsexy. YunJae are destined to never orgasm,” he says, more than a little pitiful.
Jaejoong’s eyes soften and he laughs into Yunho’s palm before pulling it away. He flops down next to Yunho and giggles again. “We suck.”
“Well, I tried to,” Yunho replies with a wry smile.
“And it was good,” Jaejoong reassures. “Until I tried to lodge myself in your oesophagus.”
Yunho sighs dejectedly and turns to face Jaejoong. “You’re really hot,” he says mournfully, “and I want to have sex with you.”
Jaejoong pats his hand. “I know, Yunho. Me too.”
They lie in silence for a couple of minutes, an air of fail all around them. Then Jaejoong sits up abruptly. “I have an idea!”
Yunho regards him sceptically. “Oh?”
“Sit up,” Jaejoong demands, pulling at Yunho’s hands. Yunho acquiesces, albeit a tad reluctantly. Jaejoong arranges their legs to fit around each other’s waists. The position has them pressed close together, chest-to-chest and face-to-face. Yunho feels the heat of arousal uncurl in his belly once more.
“What’s this?”
Jaejoong wets his lips and smiles, reaching down. Yunho squints, half-worried about what’s going to happen. Except, nothing happens. Until Jaejoong lets out a little sound, half-moan half-sigh. “Touch yourself.”
Yunho glances down and nearly groans as he watches Jaejoong jerk off slowly. “Why?”
“You can have sex. With me. At the same time,” Jaejoong answers, short sentences and even shorted breaths. Every pause is accentuated with a twist of his wrist that Yunho can feel against his own cock. “Hurry up or I’ll come before you.”
Yunho wastes no time in sliding a hand down to catch up. He watches Jaejoong’s face as they jerk off together. Their hands touch sometimes, and the slight contact is more than enough to make Yunho’s breath quicken and send his arousal to its peak. He comes first, half-embarrassed but uncaring as Jaejoong pulls him into a kiss, moaning and coming all over his own hand and half of Yunho’s.
“That was fucking hot,” Jaejoong mumbles against Yunho’s lips. “Your sexface is amazing.”
Yunho laughs and pushes Jaejoong away. “I’m glad you finally got to see it.”
Jaejoong pokes his tongue out and wipes his sticky hand on Yunho’s chest. “Whatever,” he says dismissively and begins to untangle their limbs.
He falls off the bed, lands with a loud thump and an even louder, “ow, fuck!”, and Yunho laughs harder. They can try the real sex some other time.