Going to the strip club was Yoochun's idea and bringing the drugs had been Jaejoong's.
"Just a quarter," Jaejoong said with a shrug, pocketing the weed without a second thought as Yoochun followed him out the door, wad of singles in hand. He makes it a habit to never question what Jaejoong wants or does, following almost on principle because he's Yoochun and his role as Jaejoong's soulmate is to be there for anything and everything. Even if he sometimes doesn't want to be.
There's a place in Itaewon that they frequent, gone to enough times now that they know which girls they like (and which girls they don't) and which will do for the mood they're in.
Yunho likes them tall and curvy whereas Junsu likes his on the short side, slender and a little cute. Changmin's only been with them twice and never touched if he could help it. Yoochun likes to think he doesn't care how they look but he does and he's always gone for the ones with the pretty red lips and deep eyes. Jaejoong's never settled for a type if only because he can't make up his mind, going for the porcelain beauty one week and the exotic ones the next. Yoochun thinks it's because Jaejoong doesn't really have a preference, he goes because he has to and because he needs the comfort of a routine fuck in his life.
Tonight, Yoochun holds up two fingers, wiggling them as if he's waving and walks past the receptionist at the front to go to the fifth door on the left. She's already there, sitting on a stool behind the glass wall with a cigarette in hand.
Jaejoong sits against the couch and waits for Yoochun to close the door before he signals for her to start, watching with a lazy eye as she immediately drops her clothes and starts to sway her hips, straddling the stool with her heels pressed against the glass.
"Want some?" he asks Yoochun, offering up a thin roll of weed that he's already lit. Yoochun leans forward, lips fitted around the paper and breathes, kicking off his sandals to exhale slowly, watching Jaejoong as he watches her dance. He gets off it more this way than if he were to actually watch the girl and he realizes exactly what that says about him but it's not as if it matters.
Half an hour later and they're both naked from the waist down, Jaejoong's hand curled around his erection as he strokes, exhaling out a thin wisp of smoke, eyes focused solely on Yoochun now and the way the younger man's panting with his lips parted slightly.
"Yoochun-ah," he murmurs, voice husky from the smoke and from his impending orgasm, "want some?"
Yoochun turns, eyes glazed and moves without speaking, getting onto his knees and crawling forward enough so that he's face-to-face with Jaejoong's cock, batting away the older man's hand as he takes the head of Jaejoong's cock into his mouth, slurping slow and bobbing with the ease of someone who's done this before.
It doesn't take much, Jaejoong arching and letting his head fall back as he moans breathily, gasping just once before he comes, fingers stilling on their way to Yoochun's hair. The younger man pulls away after he's done swallowing and waits as Jaejoong reaches for his erection with two hands, coming within minutes of the first touch.
Yoochun always follows because that's what he does.
don't really know what this is, lol.
Going to the strip club was Yoochun's idea and bringing the drugs had been Jaejoong's.
"Just a quarter," Jaejoong said with a shrug, pocketing the weed without a second thought as Yoochun followed him out the door, wad of singles in hand. He makes it a habit to never question what Jaejoong wants or does, following almost on principle because he's Yoochun and his role as Jaejoong's soulmate is to be there for anything and everything. Even if he sometimes doesn't want to be.
There's a place in Itaewon that they frequent, gone to enough times now that they know which girls they like (and which girls they don't) and which will do for the mood they're in.
Yunho likes them tall and curvy whereas Junsu likes his on the short side, slender and a little cute. Changmin's only been with them twice and never touched if he could help it. Yoochun likes to think he doesn't care how they look but he does and he's always gone for the ones with the pretty red lips and deep eyes. Jaejoong's never settled for a type if only because he can't make up his mind, going for the porcelain beauty one week and the exotic ones the next. Yoochun thinks it's because Jaejoong doesn't really have a preference, he goes because he has to and because he needs the comfort of a routine fuck in his life.
Tonight, Yoochun holds up two fingers, wiggling them as if he's waving and walks past the receptionist at the front to go to the fifth door on the left. She's already there, sitting on a stool behind the glass wall with a cigarette in hand.
Jaejoong sits against the couch and waits for Yoochun to close the door before he signals for her to start, watching with a lazy eye as she immediately drops her clothes and starts to sway her hips, straddling the stool with her heels pressed against the glass.
"Want some?" he asks Yoochun, offering up a thin roll of weed that he's already lit. Yoochun leans forward, lips fitted around the paper and breathes, kicking off his sandals to exhale slowly, watching Jaejoong as he watches her dance. He gets off it more this way than if he were to actually watch the girl and he realizes exactly what that says about him but it's not as if it matters.
Half an hour later and they're both naked from the waist down, Jaejoong's hand curled around his erection as he strokes, exhaling out a thin wisp of smoke, eyes focused solely on Yoochun now and the way the younger man's panting with his lips parted slightly.
"Yoochun-ah," he murmurs, voice husky from the smoke and from his impending orgasm, "want some?"
Yoochun turns, eyes glazed and moves without speaking, getting onto his knees and crawling forward enough so that he's face-to-face with Jaejoong's cock, batting away the older man's hand as he takes the head of Jaejoong's cock into his mouth, slurping slow and bobbing with the ease of someone who's done this before.
It doesn't take much, Jaejoong arching and letting his head fall back as he moans breathily, gasping just once before he comes, fingers stilling on their way to Yoochun's hair. The younger man pulls away after he's done swallowing and waits as Jaejoong reaches for his erection with two hands, coming within minutes of the first touch.
Yoochun always follows because that's what he does.
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/dies happy omg you make having to wake up at 9 for a stupid job application totally worth it.
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