完全な事 (Kanzen na Koto)
Title: 完全な事 (Kanzen na Koto)
Beta: causticaria
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Summary: Despite any flaws or shortcomings, everything was perfect was it was.
Third installment in my 愛の事 (Ai no Koto/Things about Love) universe ♥
glossary:
shamisen - three stringed instrument, looks a bit like a guitar
gisaeng - somewhat a Korean equivalent of a geisha but more closely related to courtesan. A highly educated performer and skilled entertainer as well.
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“Your friends are boring,” Jaejoong whispered into Yunho’s ear. He looked around the room, and after making sure no one’s eyes were on them, he boldly leaned forward and tugged at Yunho’s earlobe with his teeth.
Yunho jerked back, and he glared at Jaejoong, “They’re potential business partners.”
Jaejoong shrugged and glanced down at his hands, “It doesn’t make them any less boring.” He tucked back a strand of his hair and looked over where one of the men was being entertained by Shiori. He looked at Yunho, “Why is Shiori here?”
“She’s a favorite of one of my clients -“
“The man has poor taste then.”
Yunho chuckled in amusement and pushed his empty cup toward Jaejoong, “You seem irritated.”
Jaejoong glared at Yunho and spilled some sake on him on purpose, “I can assure you, I am anything but irritated. Tonight’s event is both pleasing and entertaining. I am overjoyed that you gave me the honor to be here tonight.”
“It seems like your choice of company is better at applying makeup than he is at pouring sake!” One of the men yelled boisterously, “If you need lessons at pouring sake boy, I would be -“
Jaejoong smiled acidly at the man, “I am sure you are most skilled at pouring sake as evidenced by how often you’ve poured into your cup, but it seems to me that you have forgotten an important part of the skill.”
The man laughed, “And what would that be?”
“It seems to me that you have forgotten when to stop pouring,” Jaejoong answered, a bright smile still on his face, “Though, I do believe that the reason you keep pouring is because your cup is always empty. Perhaps sir, you would like me to teach you how to stay sober -“
Yunho elbowed Jaejoong and laughed awkwardly, “I’m sorry, do forgive him -“
“No! There’s no problem at all,” the man guffawed boisterously, and it was obvious that nothing Jaejoong had said had registered in his head. He took hold of Shiori’s hand and squeezed it, “Isn’t he absolutely charming?”
Shiori forced a smile, “Yes, he is most agreeable -“
Jaejoong turned to Yunho, his fake smile inching wider, “Did you not hear Shiori? She finds me most agreeable, why, I do think -“
An irritated look flashed across Yunho’s face, and he got up. He said nothing and walked out of the room. Jaejoong watched him go, and after a few seconds, he reached forward to take a sip of Yunho’s cup of sake. He paused halfway before he got up without a word and went out of the room.
He looked around the corridor for Yunho, but the man was nowhere to be found. Jaejoong turned right and kept walking, moving past other geishas with their clients, and it took him a couple of minutes before he found Yunho standing on the small bridge that was located over the small lake in the teahouse’s garden.
Jaejoong walked over to Yunho silently and as his arm brushed past Yunho, Yunho bristled at his touch and edged away.
“Did you apologize?”
Jaejoong leaned on the bridge’s railing and stared down at the moonlight illuminated depths of the lake before he replied, “No, and I do not plan on doing so,” he let out a breath and glanced at Yunho, “Speaking of apologies, I believe that you owe me one.”
Yunho turned to look at Jaejoong and raised an eyebrow, “I told you -“
“Do you know how long it’s been since we had last seen each other?” Jaejoong asked as he irritably faced away from Yunho and frowned, “No, I do not think you would.” He was silent for a few seconds before he continued, “It’s been eighteen days since our last meeting - more than half a month.”
“I’m sorry, I should have written more -”
Jaejoong huffed, “You are such a fool.”
“I should have defended you -“
Jaejoong turned sharply and shoved Yunho, “I am not bothered by that idiot customer of yours.” He tilted his chin up and glared at Yunho fiercely, “Nor am I bothered by the fact that you only sent me six letters. I am bothered by the fact that we are celebrating our reunion here, and not elsewhere!”
A smile quirked at Yunho’s lips, and he looked at Jaejoong with amusement, “I told you that I couldn’t get them to move the meeting -“
“You’ve moved meetings before,” Jaejoong muttered, “Most of the time, I did not even need to ask you to move them.”
“I think you are spoiled by my affections.”
Jaejoong gasped and narrowed his eyes, “How dare you.” He shoved at Yunho again and turned away, “I am not spoiled.”
Yunho chuckled and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist. He settled his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “Yes, you are,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against Jaejoong’s skin, “We can leave soon, you know?”
“Not soon enough,” Jaejoong mumbled as he squirmed within Yunho’s grasp. He turned around and shoved Yunho away, “Don’t touch me…in public,” he rolled his eyes and tucked back a strand of his hair, “I want to leave.”
“I know.”
“You know, yet we are still here,” Jaejoong shot back with a frown, “End your meeting already. I am quite sure you have captivated them with your charming personality and business skill. I am beyond bored, and I want to go home.”
Yunho laughed. He took a step closer and smiled down at Jaejoong, “By home, do you mean our home?”
“No,” Jaejoong muttered irritably as he turned around to walk back to the room Yunho had rented out in the teahouse, “It’s not our home because neither of us has been there in weeks. It’s not a home if there’s no one there.”
“It seems like you really missed me -“
Jaejoong turned around sharply and narrowed his eyes. He pointed a finger at Yunho and poked his chest, “I did not miss you.”
Yunho smiled widely and chuckled, “I do believe your actions prove otherwise.”
“You don’t know anything,” Jaejoong snapped before he walked away, Yunho laughing as he followed behind him.
o-o-o
As soon as they were back inside the room, Jaejoong was glad to note that most of the people had gone. None of the geisha were still around and had probably left to go entertain at other functions because the event was ending.
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s waist quickly before he moved over to help one of the last remaining men in the room stand up. As soon as the man was up, he laughed loudly and clasped Yunho’s shoulder.
“Ah, geisha, do you know what a gisaeng is?”
Jaejoong stopped his disassembling of his shamisen and looked up, “A gisaeng?” He frowned for a few seconds and thought before he remembered something that Mother had told him before. He glanced at Yunho warily before he replied, “I do know what a gisaeng is -“
“You should have seen how they flocked to Yunho!” the man wheezed as he held onto Yunho tighter for balance, “They were all so excited and happy to see him! I do not think I have ever seen so many women flock over to one man. Ah, how I wish I was young again, perhaps -“
Jaejoong gripped the case of his shamisen tightly and immediately finished packing. He stood up sharply and glanced at Yunho, “I did not know about this. When did you meet with gisaengs Yunho?”
“You did not tell him?” The man laughed, “Ah, perhaps it is because he is so pretty, and you are worried that the gisaengs would flock over to him instead? You are one sly man. I did not -“
Jaejoong glared at Yunho, “I would think that you would trust to reveal this kind of information with a friend, am I not your friend Yunho?”
“I am afraid that Jinwoo had too much to drink. Yes, there were gisaengs but I did not entertain any of their -“
“In the face of beautiful women, there are no such things as friends!”
Jaejoong bowed quickly, “I’m afraid I must retire for the evening. It has been a pleasure to be here tonight.” He shot an irritated glare at Yunho, “I do not wish to go out any more, so I will be returning home…alone.”
“Jaejoong -“
Before Yunho could get another word out, Jaejoong slid the door open and exited the room as quickly as possible.
o-o-o
Jaejoong did not stir when he heard the door to his room slide open. He pretended to be asleep as he heard Chiharu move around the room, but when he felt her body brush against him, he sighed audibly.
“What?” he questioned, unmoving and still staring at the wall in front of him.
“Yunho is waiting for you outside,” Chiharu answered as she knelt down beside Jaejoong and handed him a box, “He said this is for you to wear -“
Jaejoong pushed the box back at her, “Tell him I do not want it -“
“He told me that I must insist you keep it -“
“I am going to throw it out the window if you force that gift on me,” Jaejoong snapped as he sat up and pushed the box back into Chiharu’s hands, “Tell him I want nothing from him. I’m feeling unwell.”
Chiharu glanced down at the box before she raised her eyes and frowned, “You do not look unwell. You’re lying.”
“You just noticed now?” Jaejoong muttered before he lied back down and fluffed his pillow, “I don’t want to see him.”
“Why?”
“He makes me angry.”
Chiharu giggled, “Are you jealous again?” she poked Jaejoong’s waist repeatedly and laughed, “I remember when you got jealous of his accountant -“
Jaejoong sat up immediately and pointed at her, “I am not jealous. If Yunho wants to keep the company of whores over me, then he should go back to those whores in Korea and leave me alone.”
“You are jealous.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and shoved the young girl away from him gently, “Get out of my room.” He lied back down and held his pillow tightly, “Tell him I’m not accepting any presents from him and that I’m not feeling well. If you tell him something else, I will chop off all your hair while you sleep.”
o-o-o
Jaejoong glanced out his window, and once again, he could see Yunho waiting for him outside of his home. It’d been three days since the ritual had started, but he refused to stop ignoring Yunho. After a few more seconds of staring, he ducked back in before Yunho could see him and waited for Chiharu to come into the room.
Needles to say, he did not have to wait long before the young girl slid the door open slowly and came inside.
She held an intricately designed red box in her hands, and she set it onto the floor before speaking, “He says that you should stop pretending to be sick and just come downstairs already so that he can talk to you.”
“Tell him I’m not home.”
“He saw you looking down at him from the window,” Chiharu replied with an amused smile on her face, “He also said that you gained weight since the last time he had seen you properly.”
Jaejoong’s mouth fell open, “What?” His frowned deepened and he glanced down at the present, “What is that supposed to be?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say,” Chiharu reached into her yukata and pulled out a letter. She took a few steps but before she could reach Jaejoong, he held up his hand as a sign for her to stop, “He told me to -“
“I don’t want any letters.”
Chiharu slipped it back into her yukata and huffed, “I do not understand why you are being so difficult. When he was gone, you bothered me every single day by repeatedly stating that you didn’t miss him even though it was quite obvious that you did, but now that he is here, you still bother me!”
“I’m not bothering you, he is,” Jaejoong muttered as he crawled back to the window to look out at Yunho, “Perhaps you should tell him to stop being so annoying…why is Reina here?”
Chiharu walked over to the window and looked down. Reina was talking to Yunho, and she glanced at Jaejoong, who was gripping the window frame tightly.
“I do not think being such a jealous person is so healthy,” Chiharu commented as she looked down at the two. She stepped away from the window and rolled her eyes before she went over to pick up the present, “While you have every right to be angry with him, I do think that you’ve punished him enough. If Mother hears that you’re not keeping Yunho company, she might get mad -“
“When have I ever cared about what that old hag thinks?” Jaejoong grumbled as he left his place by the window and crawled back to bed. “I’ll do what I want, and I don’t need her permission to ignore Yunho.”
Chiharu shook her head disapprovingly, “You love him so much yet you still act like this,” she chastised as she picked up the gift, “Hasn’t he proved himself to you enough times already? Or perhaps, are you worried that you are not enough for him?”
Jaejoong buried himself deeper into his covers and glared at the young girl, “I was not aware that you were actually Confucius in young female form,” he glowered at Chiharu and tossed a pillow at her, “Stop bullying me. It is not respectful for you to act wiser than your elders.”
“It’s hard for anyone to not act wiser than you. You are the most obvious example of a fool in love -“
Jaejoong threw another pillow at her, “Get out!”
o-o-o
The door of the room slid open, and Chiharu was surprised to see that Jaejoong was dressed and had cleaned his bed.
“Is he here yet?” Jaejoong questioned as he finished fixing his obi. He raised his eyes off his clothes and glanced at Chiharu, “Why do you look so surprised?”
A smile crossed the younger girl’s features, “Are you done being stupid?”
Jaejoong scowled, “I didn’t think you would grow up to be so rude.” He huffed and looked around his room for the cologne Yunho had given him some months ago, “But yes, I am going to see Yunho today.”
Chiharu walked over to help Jaejoong look for the bottle, and as soon as she found it, she handed it over to him, “Will I have to bring you dinner later?”
“Probably not,” Jaejoong replied as he applied the cologne, “I don’t think I’ll be coming back tonight…or tomorrow.”
“When then?”
Jaejoong glanced at Chiharu, “Why, are you going to miss me while I’m away?”
“Nope.”
He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at the younger girl, “To think I used to believe that you saw me as your loving older brother.”
“I’m not going to miss you, I’m going to be happy for you,” Chiharu replied as she sorted out the things on Jaejoong’s vanity table. She cleaned up some stray powder and glanced at the older man, “You love him a lot…but you’re just weird in showing him how you feel.”
“Why do you keep insulting me?”
“I do it because Yunho never insults you back,” Chiharu giggled as Jaejoong approached her and began to tickle her, “I like him a lot you know -“
Jaejoong began to tickle her relentlessly, “First Reina, now you too?” he pinned her against the wall, and her squeals of laughter filled the room, “Leave him alone, he’s mine.”
“He won’t be forever if you keep treating him meanly!” Chiharu teased in between her fits of laughter.
Jaejoong squeezed the young girl’s cheeks, “You don’t know anything about love. Sometimes, it’s fun to tease the person you love most, but at the end of the day, you need to know where to draw the line.”
Chiharu stuck her tongue out at Jaejoong and laughed at the surprised expression on his handsome face, “Jealous monster!” she ran out of the room, but Jaejoong quickly caught her and tickled her once again.
o-o-o
Jaejoong watched as Yunho’s car pulled up in front of his home, but he remained unmoving despite the fact it had started to drizzle. He crossed his arms, and he watched as Yunho rolled the car window down.
“You’ll get sick if you stay out in the rain too long.”
“You make me sick right now.”
The two lovers stared at each other, and Yunho got out of his car to walk over to where Jaejoong was standing. He opened his umbrella and held it over Jaejoong’s head, shielding them both from the downpour.
“Are you still upset?”
“I missed you.”
A small smile crossed Yunho’s face, “I know, I missed you too,” he placed his free hand on Jaejoong’s waist. He held onto him and squeezed gently, “I’m sorry about everything, for having a terrible reunion, for not telling you about -“
“I’m sorry.”
Yunho’s eyes widened slightly, and he chuckled. He leaned down and took his hand off Jaejoong’s waist in order to tilt the older man’s chin up so that their eyes could meet properly, “What did you say?”
Jaejoong huffed and inched away from Yunho, “I said I’m sorry. I don’t say those words often, so do not expect me to repeat them again. You’re the first person I’ve apologized to in a long time, and if you were not the person that you are, I would not have even considered the possibility of apologizing.”
“I’m honored.”
Jaejoong pouted, “You’re mocking me again,” he whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he glanced down, “Stop.”
“There you go again, blushing like that and acting like you haven’t been bullying me these past few days,” Yunho murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I really do not know what to do with you sometimes -“
“I was jealous and I was immature, I’m sorriy,” Jaejoong muttered as he swatted Yunho’s hand away, “Can we go now?”
Yunho raised an eyebrow, “Where will we go -“
“Can we go home?”
Silence fell between them, and Jaejoong felt uncomfortable underneath Yunho’s gaze. He loved Yunho, and he was sure of that, but he was still hesitant in professing how much he really did feel. It would probably take more time for him to be more open with how he felt, but he knew that Yunho would be ready to give him all the time in the world that he needed.
Yunho chuckled and tilted the umbrella so that no one would see them as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong. He pressed their lips softly together, both of their lips slightly damp due to the rain.
When he pulled away, he took hold of Jaejoong’s hand and whispered, “Let’s go home.”
o-o-o
“This was how our first night should’ve been,” Jaejoong whispered breathlessly as Yunho pinned him against the wall. Yunho kissed him passionately before moving down to suck at his neck, and Jaejoong helped take off Yunho’s shirt and tossed it onto the ground carelessly. As Yunho began to suck at his skin more roughly, Jaejoong moaned softly and gripped Yunho’s hair before he wrapped his legs against Yunho’s body.
He could feel the hardness of Yunho’s erection press against him as he bared more of the skin on his neck for Yunho to ravage. Jaejoong jerked upwards to spur Yunho on, and he panted heavily as Yunho began to suck at his exposed nipple. His kimono was falling off due to the roughness of Yunho’s touches, and Jaejoong moaned as Yunho began to tug with his teeth.
Only Yunho made him feel such overwhelming lust, and only he could bring out a side of Yunho that only he could enjoy. Jaejoong felt a surge of pride, and he quickly formed an idea. He pulled at Yunho’s hair, and Yunho moved away to look at him, “Get off me.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow in confusion, “What?”
Jaejoong dropped his feet back onto the floor, and he pushed Yunho away weakly. His legs were wobbly, and he tried to straighten out his kimono. He walked away from Yunho, and Yunho stared at him in puzzlement.
“Sit down,” Jaejoong demanded, pointing over at the tatami mat. He watched as Yunho complied and as soon as Yunho was settled, Jaejoong walked over and stood a distance away from his lover.
Jaejoong glanced at himself in the mirror that Yunho had on his room, and he felt himself stiffen at the sight of how debauched he looked. His kimono was coming undone, his hair was mussed, his lips were kiss swollen, and he could see several marks on his neck already.
He turned his eyes away from the mirror, and when he saw how Yunho was looking at him, he licked his lips. Jaejoong’s hands trailed over his body, and he slowly began to pull at the fabric that covered his body.
The fabric was soft against his fingers, and he slowly pulled at his kimono until it fell open. He watched as Yunho’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick at his lips, and Jaejoong smirked. He ran his hands slowly over his body, pausing to slowly stroke his stiffened cock before he drew his hand away to lick at his fingers.
“Were they prettier than me?” Jaejoong whispered, “Did you lust after their delicate smiles and soft skin?”
“What?”
Jaejoong pouted and turned away from Yunho. He turned his head back and looked at his lover, who was still seated on the floor, “If you move from there, I shall dress up and leave.”
He moved his hand back down and began to fist his aching erection. Jaejoong let a moan escape his lips, and he looked back at Yunho and fluttered his eyes in a way that he knew Yunho enjoyed seeing.
“Did you like the gisaengs Yunho?” he questioned breathlessly as he slowed down the motions of his hand, “Were they more beautiful than me?”
“Of course not,” Yunho muttered, “Now, come back -“
Jaejoong turned away and let his kimono slid off his body. The fabric pooled at his feet, and he bent down slowly to toss it aside. When he straightened up, he turned and faced Yunho again, “Do you think they would please you as well as I do?”
“No,” Yunho whispered as his eyes raked over Jaejoong’s naked body hungrily. He fumbled with his belt, and Jaejoong watched as Yunho tossed away his pants and his undergarments.
“Impatient?” Jaejoong drawled as he slowly walked over to Yunho. He knelt down in front of Yunho and licked his lips slowly. Jaejoong shifted until his was on his knees, and he crawled over to Yunho, “Are they as talented as I am?”
Just as Yunho was about to answer, Jaejoong bent down and licked at the slit of his aching cock. Yunho moaned, and Jaejoong began to take more of Yunho’s length into his mouth. Yunho watched, absolutely enthralled, as the entirety of his erection disappeared into the softness of Jaejoong’s mouth, and when Jaejoong’s eyes lifted up to meet his, his heart pounded faster in his chest.
Jaejoong began to bob his head up and down, sucking Yunho hard. After months of practice, he knew what Yunho enjoyed, and as he felt long fingers grasp at his hair roughly, he resisted his urge to smirk.
No one knew Yunho’s desires as well as he did.
Yunho was gasping for breath, and Jaejoong pressed his hips down onto the mat in order to prevent him from thrusting into his mouth. He could feel Yunho getting ready for his release, and just as he knew Yunho was about to come, Jaejoong pulled his mouth away with an audible pop.
Yunho groaned, and Jaejoong smiled innocently, “Are they as talented as I am?” he repeated as he clambered over Yunho and began to roll his hips slowly against Yunho’s, “Would they know how to satisfy you as well as I do?” he purred as he gently ran his hands through Yunho’s hair.
“No,” Yunho breathed out as Jaejoong continued to torturously move against him in a sinful manner. He grasped at Jaejoong’s hips roughly, “I wouldn’t settle for anyone but you.”
He felt Jaejoong smirk against the skin of his neck, and Yunho was rewarded by a tug at his earlobe, “Did you think about me when you saw them?”
“Of course,” Yunho whispered slowly, easing Jaejoong as he continued to stroke his lover’s ego as he devised a plan in his mind. His hands slipped lower to squeeze at Jaejoong’s rear, and he chuckled, “You know how much I enjoy undressing you.”
Jaejoong leaned against Yunho, and he began to kiss at his lover’s neck, “If I remember correctly, there are other things that I know you enjoy doing with me -“
Yunho flipped them over in one move, and Jaejoong’s breath was knocked out of him as his back hit the mat. He blinked up at Yunho, and Yunho smirked, “You are spoiled and devious. You must be punished.”
“What -“
Jaejoong tried to struggle, but Yunho had his body successfully pinned down onto the ground. His arms were lifted up, and Yunho quickly tied his wrists together with the tie that he’d been wearing earlier.
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s butt again, and he laughed as he moved away from Jaejoong who was squirming underneath him, “You had fun toying with me these past few days, it is time I have my own fun.”
“Yunho!”
Jaejoong tried to move, and Yunho quickly flipped him so that he was on his knees. Just as he tried to crawl away, Yunho took hold of him by the waist and spanked his behind before kissing behind his ear, “This won’t be any fun if you run away.”
“Untie me!”
“I don’t think so,” Yunho growled as he shoved one lubricated finger into Jaejoong without any warning. Jaejoong moaned, and Yunho quickly pressed another finger inside of his lover, “Did you honestly think I would settle for a gisaeng?”
Jaejoong could only moan in response, so Yunho continued, “I don’t want a soft, delicate body under me, I want you.” He whispered lustfully, “I want to hear you moaning and whimpering my name, and it is your body that I want to feel against mine.”
Yunho shoved in a third finger, and Jaejoong whimpered. He tried to hide the blush that crept across his cheeks and the thrill that he was feeling, but he knew that Yunho could see it all. Jaejoong could feel his aching cock stiffen further, and he lowered his body in attempt for him to at least seek some friction to ease the desire that was coursing throughout his body.
“Do you want me Jaejoong?” Yunho questioned as he pulled his fingers out and slowly began to trace spirals onto Jaejoong’s pale skin, “We’ve spent so many days apart that I’m starting to believe you don’t love me anymore.”
Jaejoong turned his head to glare at his lover, “You bastard.”
Yunho chuckled, and he once again slapped Jaejoong’s behind, “You’re not the only difficult one in this relationship,” he replied slowly as his index finger delicately pushed back into Jaejoong’s entrance, “Sometimes, I need to be spoiled as well.”
Jaejoong huffed, and he felt Yunho’s hands grip him once again. He moved with the guidance of Yunho’s hands, and he placed his tied hands over Yunho’s head as he began to shuffle onto Yunho’s lap.
“You’ll have to guide me,” Jaejoong muttered, his blush darkening.
Yunho chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, “Of course.”
Jaejoong slowly lowered his body, and when he felt the tip of Yunho’s cock press against his entrance, he lifted up his body once more. He let out a deep shuddery breath in preparation before he slowly moved down. There was a slight burning sensation of sorts as his body re-familiarized itself with how big Yunho was, and his body was tight due to the long absence of Yunho. Jaejoong felt Yunho stretch him open, and as soon as Yunho was fully inside him, he opened his eyes.
“Miss me?”
Jaejoong glared, and Yunho merely kissed him languidly. His tongue swept every inch of Jaejoong’s mouth, and as he slowly began to thrust upwards, Jaejoong let out a gasp and pulled away from his mouth.
He pulled Yunho closer and buried his face into the crook of the other man’s neck. Sweat rolled down his back as he slowly began to impale himself onto Yunho’s erection, and Jaejoong could feel his muscles burning with every movement.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Jaejoong couldn’t keep up with Yunho’s kisses for any longer. As he continued to lift then slam his hips back onto Yunho, he could feel his breath got knocked out of him. Yunho’s hands gripped at his waist roughly, and the friction of his cock against the toned skin of Yunho’s stomach had him desperate for his release.
“Faster, faster,” Yunho urged as he began to rock his hips upward. He left numerous kisses and bruises all over the skin of Jaejoong’s chest, and Jaejoong could only pant tiredly in response.
“Am I the only one that makes you feel good?” Jaejoong breathed out finally, his ego allowing him to muster enough strength to speak. Yunho chuckled at his arrogance and nodded before he kissed him, once again rendering Jaejoong breathless.
It was not long before Yunho wrapped his hands around Jaejoong’s erection, stroking him in rhythm as Jaejoong continued to ride him. Yunho began to thrust more vigorously against Jaejoong’s body, and as soon as he leaned forward to bite roughly at the skin on Jaejoong’s neck, the latter came hard all over their bodies.
The tightness brought about by Jaejoong’s release soon pulled Yunho into his own release. He thrust up sharply as he rode out the pleasure and he spilled deeply into the body of his lover. Their pants echoed in the silence, and the obvious scent of sex wafted through the room.
As Yunho began to kiss him affectionately, Jaejoong sagged against his lover tiredly and settled for enjoying their post-coital affections. He allowed for Yunho to move him off his lap, and as soon as he was untied, Yunho kissed his wrists delicately.
“Horny,” Jaejoong spat as Yunho rubbed at his wrists to ensure there wouldn’t be any bruises in the morning, “Horny, overconfident, terrible -“
“Jealous, spoiled, immature,” Yunho interrupted as he smiled down at Jaejoong, “Yet, you are mine nonetheless, and I want no other.”
“I love you,” Jaejoong murmured, his body sore and aching. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Yunho whispered as he settled against his lover and drew him close despite the fact they were both sticky and dirtied by their previous activity. “Now, let’s sleep.”
“But -“
Yunho opened one eye, “We can wake up later to give each other baths,” he muttered before he closed his eyes once more and pulled Jaejoong closer, “I missed having someone to bathe with.”
“Baths with you rarely involve much cleaning,” Jaejoong whispered as he snuggled against Yunho’s warmth. He pushed back a sweat damp lock of Yunho’s hair and smiled in the darkness, “I’m glad you’re home.”
Yunho opened his eyes and smiled at him, “Me too.”
Although things would never be perfect between them, Jaejoong was more than happy. No matter how many petty fights they had or how many problems they faced, he knew that things were perfect as they were.
Author’s Note: This was just supposed to be a drabble…but LOL, I kind of got carried away. Hahaha. XD I love this universe a whole lot. ^__^ Just a bit of historical info, but gisaeng actually pre-dated geisha. By the time that geisha became popular, there were very few gisaeng left and the whole kind of art/tradition was already dying out. In the time period that I imagine this verse though, there were supposedly some gisaengs that still existed. ^__^ The title of this story means things that are perfect, and I find title really quite beautiful because in Japanese, it could be interpreted as perfect in the sense of completion, meaning that it’s because things are complete that they become perfect. I find that meaning really quite fitting because Jaejoong & Yunho are perfect when they’re together. :3 Oh yeah, if anyone is interested in making a banner for this story, please state so in a comment along with some way I contact you! ^___^ Thank you for reading! ♥
Beta: causticaria
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Summary: Despite any flaws or shortcomings, everything was perfect was it was.
Third installment in my 愛の事 (Ai no Koto/Things about Love) universe ♥
glossary:
shamisen - three stringed instrument, looks a bit like a guitar
gisaeng - somewhat a Korean equivalent of a geisha but more closely related to courtesan. A highly educated performer and skilled entertainer as well.
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“Your friends are boring,” Jaejoong whispered into Yunho’s ear. He looked around the room, and after making sure no one’s eyes were on them, he boldly leaned forward and tugged at Yunho’s earlobe with his teeth.
Yunho jerked back, and he glared at Jaejoong, “They’re potential business partners.”
Jaejoong shrugged and glanced down at his hands, “It doesn’t make them any less boring.” He tucked back a strand of his hair and looked over where one of the men was being entertained by Shiori. He looked at Yunho, “Why is Shiori here?”
“She’s a favorite of one of my clients -“
“The man has poor taste then.”
Yunho chuckled in amusement and pushed his empty cup toward Jaejoong, “You seem irritated.”
Jaejoong glared at Yunho and spilled some sake on him on purpose, “I can assure you, I am anything but irritated. Tonight’s event is both pleasing and entertaining. I am overjoyed that you gave me the honor to be here tonight.”
“It seems like your choice of company is better at applying makeup than he is at pouring sake!” One of the men yelled boisterously, “If you need lessons at pouring sake boy, I would be -“
Jaejoong smiled acidly at the man, “I am sure you are most skilled at pouring sake as evidenced by how often you’ve poured into your cup, but it seems to me that you have forgotten an important part of the skill.”
The man laughed, “And what would that be?”
“It seems to me that you have forgotten when to stop pouring,” Jaejoong answered, a bright smile still on his face, “Though, I do believe that the reason you keep pouring is because your cup is always empty. Perhaps sir, you would like me to teach you how to stay sober -“
Yunho elbowed Jaejoong and laughed awkwardly, “I’m sorry, do forgive him -“
“No! There’s no problem at all,” the man guffawed boisterously, and it was obvious that nothing Jaejoong had said had registered in his head. He took hold of Shiori’s hand and squeezed it, “Isn’t he absolutely charming?”
Shiori forced a smile, “Yes, he is most agreeable -“
Jaejoong turned to Yunho, his fake smile inching wider, “Did you not hear Shiori? She finds me most agreeable, why, I do think -“
An irritated look flashed across Yunho’s face, and he got up. He said nothing and walked out of the room. Jaejoong watched him go, and after a few seconds, he reached forward to take a sip of Yunho’s cup of sake. He paused halfway before he got up without a word and went out of the room.
He looked around the corridor for Yunho, but the man was nowhere to be found. Jaejoong turned right and kept walking, moving past other geishas with their clients, and it took him a couple of minutes before he found Yunho standing on the small bridge that was located over the small lake in the teahouse’s garden.
Jaejoong walked over to Yunho silently and as his arm brushed past Yunho, Yunho bristled at his touch and edged away.
“Did you apologize?”
Jaejoong leaned on the bridge’s railing and stared down at the moonlight illuminated depths of the lake before he replied, “No, and I do not plan on doing so,” he let out a breath and glanced at Yunho, “Speaking of apologies, I believe that you owe me one.”
Yunho turned to look at Jaejoong and raised an eyebrow, “I told you -“
“Do you know how long it’s been since we had last seen each other?” Jaejoong asked as he irritably faced away from Yunho and frowned, “No, I do not think you would.” He was silent for a few seconds before he continued, “It’s been eighteen days since our last meeting - more than half a month.”
“I’m sorry, I should have written more -”
Jaejoong huffed, “You are such a fool.”
“I should have defended you -“
Jaejoong turned sharply and shoved Yunho, “I am not bothered by that idiot customer of yours.” He tilted his chin up and glared at Yunho fiercely, “Nor am I bothered by the fact that you only sent me six letters. I am bothered by the fact that we are celebrating our reunion here, and not elsewhere!”
A smile quirked at Yunho’s lips, and he looked at Jaejoong with amusement, “I told you that I couldn’t get them to move the meeting -“
“You’ve moved meetings before,” Jaejoong muttered, “Most of the time, I did not even need to ask you to move them.”
“I think you are spoiled by my affections.”
Jaejoong gasped and narrowed his eyes, “How dare you.” He shoved at Yunho again and turned away, “I am not spoiled.”
Yunho chuckled and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist. He settled his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “Yes, you are,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against Jaejoong’s skin, “We can leave soon, you know?”
“Not soon enough,” Jaejoong mumbled as he squirmed within Yunho’s grasp. He turned around and shoved Yunho away, “Don’t touch me…in public,” he rolled his eyes and tucked back a strand of his hair, “I want to leave.”
“I know.”
“You know, yet we are still here,” Jaejoong shot back with a frown, “End your meeting already. I am quite sure you have captivated them with your charming personality and business skill. I am beyond bored, and I want to go home.”
Yunho laughed. He took a step closer and smiled down at Jaejoong, “By home, do you mean our home?”
“No,” Jaejoong muttered irritably as he turned around to walk back to the room Yunho had rented out in the teahouse, “It’s not our home because neither of us has been there in weeks. It’s not a home if there’s no one there.”
“It seems like you really missed me -“
Jaejoong turned around sharply and narrowed his eyes. He pointed a finger at Yunho and poked his chest, “I did not miss you.”
Yunho smiled widely and chuckled, “I do believe your actions prove otherwise.”
“You don’t know anything,” Jaejoong snapped before he walked away, Yunho laughing as he followed behind him.
o-o-o
As soon as they were back inside the room, Jaejoong was glad to note that most of the people had gone. None of the geisha were still around and had probably left to go entertain at other functions because the event was ending.
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s waist quickly before he moved over to help one of the last remaining men in the room stand up. As soon as the man was up, he laughed loudly and clasped Yunho’s shoulder.
“Ah, geisha, do you know what a gisaeng is?”
Jaejoong stopped his disassembling of his shamisen and looked up, “A gisaeng?” He frowned for a few seconds and thought before he remembered something that Mother had told him before. He glanced at Yunho warily before he replied, “I do know what a gisaeng is -“
“You should have seen how they flocked to Yunho!” the man wheezed as he held onto Yunho tighter for balance, “They were all so excited and happy to see him! I do not think I have ever seen so many women flock over to one man. Ah, how I wish I was young again, perhaps -“
Jaejoong gripped the case of his shamisen tightly and immediately finished packing. He stood up sharply and glanced at Yunho, “I did not know about this. When did you meet with gisaengs Yunho?”
“You did not tell him?” The man laughed, “Ah, perhaps it is because he is so pretty, and you are worried that the gisaengs would flock over to him instead? You are one sly man. I did not -“
Jaejoong glared at Yunho, “I would think that you would trust to reveal this kind of information with a friend, am I not your friend Yunho?”
“I am afraid that Jinwoo had too much to drink. Yes, there were gisaengs but I did not entertain any of their -“
“In the face of beautiful women, there are no such things as friends!”
Jaejoong bowed quickly, “I’m afraid I must retire for the evening. It has been a pleasure to be here tonight.” He shot an irritated glare at Yunho, “I do not wish to go out any more, so I will be returning home…alone.”
“Jaejoong -“
Before Yunho could get another word out, Jaejoong slid the door open and exited the room as quickly as possible.
o-o-o
Jaejoong did not stir when he heard the door to his room slide open. He pretended to be asleep as he heard Chiharu move around the room, but when he felt her body brush against him, he sighed audibly.
“What?” he questioned, unmoving and still staring at the wall in front of him.
“Yunho is waiting for you outside,” Chiharu answered as she knelt down beside Jaejoong and handed him a box, “He said this is for you to wear -“
Jaejoong pushed the box back at her, “Tell him I do not want it -“
“He told me that I must insist you keep it -“
“I am going to throw it out the window if you force that gift on me,” Jaejoong snapped as he sat up and pushed the box back into Chiharu’s hands, “Tell him I want nothing from him. I’m feeling unwell.”
Chiharu glanced down at the box before she raised her eyes and frowned, “You do not look unwell. You’re lying.”
“You just noticed now?” Jaejoong muttered before he lied back down and fluffed his pillow, “I don’t want to see him.”
“Why?”
“He makes me angry.”
Chiharu giggled, “Are you jealous again?” she poked Jaejoong’s waist repeatedly and laughed, “I remember when you got jealous of his accountant -“
Jaejoong sat up immediately and pointed at her, “I am not jealous. If Yunho wants to keep the company of whores over me, then he should go back to those whores in Korea and leave me alone.”
“You are jealous.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and shoved the young girl away from him gently, “Get out of my room.” He lied back down and held his pillow tightly, “Tell him I’m not accepting any presents from him and that I’m not feeling well. If you tell him something else, I will chop off all your hair while you sleep.”
o-o-o
Jaejoong glanced out his window, and once again, he could see Yunho waiting for him outside of his home. It’d been three days since the ritual had started, but he refused to stop ignoring Yunho. After a few more seconds of staring, he ducked back in before Yunho could see him and waited for Chiharu to come into the room.
Needles to say, he did not have to wait long before the young girl slid the door open slowly and came inside.
She held an intricately designed red box in her hands, and she set it onto the floor before speaking, “He says that you should stop pretending to be sick and just come downstairs already so that he can talk to you.”
“Tell him I’m not home.”
“He saw you looking down at him from the window,” Chiharu replied with an amused smile on her face, “He also said that you gained weight since the last time he had seen you properly.”
Jaejoong’s mouth fell open, “What?” His frowned deepened and he glanced down at the present, “What is that supposed to be?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say,” Chiharu reached into her yukata and pulled out a letter. She took a few steps but before she could reach Jaejoong, he held up his hand as a sign for her to stop, “He told me to -“
“I don’t want any letters.”
Chiharu slipped it back into her yukata and huffed, “I do not understand why you are being so difficult. When he was gone, you bothered me every single day by repeatedly stating that you didn’t miss him even though it was quite obvious that you did, but now that he is here, you still bother me!”
“I’m not bothering you, he is,” Jaejoong muttered as he crawled back to the window to look out at Yunho, “Perhaps you should tell him to stop being so annoying…why is Reina here?”
Chiharu walked over to the window and looked down. Reina was talking to Yunho, and she glanced at Jaejoong, who was gripping the window frame tightly.
“I do not think being such a jealous person is so healthy,” Chiharu commented as she looked down at the two. She stepped away from the window and rolled her eyes before she went over to pick up the present, “While you have every right to be angry with him, I do think that you’ve punished him enough. If Mother hears that you’re not keeping Yunho company, she might get mad -“
“When have I ever cared about what that old hag thinks?” Jaejoong grumbled as he left his place by the window and crawled back to bed. “I’ll do what I want, and I don’t need her permission to ignore Yunho.”
Chiharu shook her head disapprovingly, “You love him so much yet you still act like this,” she chastised as she picked up the gift, “Hasn’t he proved himself to you enough times already? Or perhaps, are you worried that you are not enough for him?”
Jaejoong buried himself deeper into his covers and glared at the young girl, “I was not aware that you were actually Confucius in young female form,” he glowered at Chiharu and tossed a pillow at her, “Stop bullying me. It is not respectful for you to act wiser than your elders.”
“It’s hard for anyone to not act wiser than you. You are the most obvious example of a fool in love -“
Jaejoong threw another pillow at her, “Get out!”
o-o-o
The door of the room slid open, and Chiharu was surprised to see that Jaejoong was dressed and had cleaned his bed.
“Is he here yet?” Jaejoong questioned as he finished fixing his obi. He raised his eyes off his clothes and glanced at Chiharu, “Why do you look so surprised?”
A smile crossed the younger girl’s features, “Are you done being stupid?”
Jaejoong scowled, “I didn’t think you would grow up to be so rude.” He huffed and looked around his room for the cologne Yunho had given him some months ago, “But yes, I am going to see Yunho today.”
Chiharu walked over to help Jaejoong look for the bottle, and as soon as she found it, she handed it over to him, “Will I have to bring you dinner later?”
“Probably not,” Jaejoong replied as he applied the cologne, “I don’t think I’ll be coming back tonight…or tomorrow.”
“When then?”
Jaejoong glanced at Chiharu, “Why, are you going to miss me while I’m away?”
“Nope.”
He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at the younger girl, “To think I used to believe that you saw me as your loving older brother.”
“I’m not going to miss you, I’m going to be happy for you,” Chiharu replied as she sorted out the things on Jaejoong’s vanity table. She cleaned up some stray powder and glanced at the older man, “You love him a lot…but you’re just weird in showing him how you feel.”
“Why do you keep insulting me?”
“I do it because Yunho never insults you back,” Chiharu giggled as Jaejoong approached her and began to tickle her, “I like him a lot you know -“
Jaejoong began to tickle her relentlessly, “First Reina, now you too?” he pinned her against the wall, and her squeals of laughter filled the room, “Leave him alone, he’s mine.”
“He won’t be forever if you keep treating him meanly!” Chiharu teased in between her fits of laughter.
Jaejoong squeezed the young girl’s cheeks, “You don’t know anything about love. Sometimes, it’s fun to tease the person you love most, but at the end of the day, you need to know where to draw the line.”
Chiharu stuck her tongue out at Jaejoong and laughed at the surprised expression on his handsome face, “Jealous monster!” she ran out of the room, but Jaejoong quickly caught her and tickled her once again.
o-o-o
Jaejoong watched as Yunho’s car pulled up in front of his home, but he remained unmoving despite the fact it had started to drizzle. He crossed his arms, and he watched as Yunho rolled the car window down.
“You’ll get sick if you stay out in the rain too long.”
“You make me sick right now.”
The two lovers stared at each other, and Yunho got out of his car to walk over to where Jaejoong was standing. He opened his umbrella and held it over Jaejoong’s head, shielding them both from the downpour.
“Are you still upset?”
“I missed you.”
A small smile crossed Yunho’s face, “I know, I missed you too,” he placed his free hand on Jaejoong’s waist. He held onto him and squeezed gently, “I’m sorry about everything, for having a terrible reunion, for not telling you about -“
“I’m sorry.”
Yunho’s eyes widened slightly, and he chuckled. He leaned down and took his hand off Jaejoong’s waist in order to tilt the older man’s chin up so that their eyes could meet properly, “What did you say?”
Jaejoong huffed and inched away from Yunho, “I said I’m sorry. I don’t say those words often, so do not expect me to repeat them again. You’re the first person I’ve apologized to in a long time, and if you were not the person that you are, I would not have even considered the possibility of apologizing.”
“I’m honored.”
Jaejoong pouted, “You’re mocking me again,” he whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he glanced down, “Stop.”
“There you go again, blushing like that and acting like you haven’t been bullying me these past few days,” Yunho murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I really do not know what to do with you sometimes -“
“I was jealous and I was immature, I’m sorriy,” Jaejoong muttered as he swatted Yunho’s hand away, “Can we go now?”
Yunho raised an eyebrow, “Where will we go -“
“Can we go home?”
Silence fell between them, and Jaejoong felt uncomfortable underneath Yunho’s gaze. He loved Yunho, and he was sure of that, but he was still hesitant in professing how much he really did feel. It would probably take more time for him to be more open with how he felt, but he knew that Yunho would be ready to give him all the time in the world that he needed.
Yunho chuckled and tilted the umbrella so that no one would see them as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong. He pressed their lips softly together, both of their lips slightly damp due to the rain.
When he pulled away, he took hold of Jaejoong’s hand and whispered, “Let’s go home.”
o-o-o
“This was how our first night should’ve been,” Jaejoong whispered breathlessly as Yunho pinned him against the wall. Yunho kissed him passionately before moving down to suck at his neck, and Jaejoong helped take off Yunho’s shirt and tossed it onto the ground carelessly. As Yunho began to suck at his skin more roughly, Jaejoong moaned softly and gripped Yunho’s hair before he wrapped his legs against Yunho’s body.
He could feel the hardness of Yunho’s erection press against him as he bared more of the skin on his neck for Yunho to ravage. Jaejoong jerked upwards to spur Yunho on, and he panted heavily as Yunho began to suck at his exposed nipple. His kimono was falling off due to the roughness of Yunho’s touches, and Jaejoong moaned as Yunho began to tug with his teeth.
Only Yunho made him feel such overwhelming lust, and only he could bring out a side of Yunho that only he could enjoy. Jaejoong felt a surge of pride, and he quickly formed an idea. He pulled at Yunho’s hair, and Yunho moved away to look at him, “Get off me.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow in confusion, “What?”
Jaejoong dropped his feet back onto the floor, and he pushed Yunho away weakly. His legs were wobbly, and he tried to straighten out his kimono. He walked away from Yunho, and Yunho stared at him in puzzlement.
“Sit down,” Jaejoong demanded, pointing over at the tatami mat. He watched as Yunho complied and as soon as Yunho was settled, Jaejoong walked over and stood a distance away from his lover.
Jaejoong glanced at himself in the mirror that Yunho had on his room, and he felt himself stiffen at the sight of how debauched he looked. His kimono was coming undone, his hair was mussed, his lips were kiss swollen, and he could see several marks on his neck already.
He turned his eyes away from the mirror, and when he saw how Yunho was looking at him, he licked his lips. Jaejoong’s hands trailed over his body, and he slowly began to pull at the fabric that covered his body.
The fabric was soft against his fingers, and he slowly pulled at his kimono until it fell open. He watched as Yunho’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick at his lips, and Jaejoong smirked. He ran his hands slowly over his body, pausing to slowly stroke his stiffened cock before he drew his hand away to lick at his fingers.
“Were they prettier than me?” Jaejoong whispered, “Did you lust after their delicate smiles and soft skin?”
“What?”
Jaejoong pouted and turned away from Yunho. He turned his head back and looked at his lover, who was still seated on the floor, “If you move from there, I shall dress up and leave.”
He moved his hand back down and began to fist his aching erection. Jaejoong let a moan escape his lips, and he looked back at Yunho and fluttered his eyes in a way that he knew Yunho enjoyed seeing.
“Did you like the gisaengs Yunho?” he questioned breathlessly as he slowed down the motions of his hand, “Were they more beautiful than me?”
“Of course not,” Yunho muttered, “Now, come back -“
Jaejoong turned away and let his kimono slid off his body. The fabric pooled at his feet, and he bent down slowly to toss it aside. When he straightened up, he turned and faced Yunho again, “Do you think they would please you as well as I do?”
“No,” Yunho whispered as his eyes raked over Jaejoong’s naked body hungrily. He fumbled with his belt, and Jaejoong watched as Yunho tossed away his pants and his undergarments.
“Impatient?” Jaejoong drawled as he slowly walked over to Yunho. He knelt down in front of Yunho and licked his lips slowly. Jaejoong shifted until his was on his knees, and he crawled over to Yunho, “Are they as talented as I am?”
Just as Yunho was about to answer, Jaejoong bent down and licked at the slit of his aching cock. Yunho moaned, and Jaejoong began to take more of Yunho’s length into his mouth. Yunho watched, absolutely enthralled, as the entirety of his erection disappeared into the softness of Jaejoong’s mouth, and when Jaejoong’s eyes lifted up to meet his, his heart pounded faster in his chest.
Jaejoong began to bob his head up and down, sucking Yunho hard. After months of practice, he knew what Yunho enjoyed, and as he felt long fingers grasp at his hair roughly, he resisted his urge to smirk.
No one knew Yunho’s desires as well as he did.
Yunho was gasping for breath, and Jaejoong pressed his hips down onto the mat in order to prevent him from thrusting into his mouth. He could feel Yunho getting ready for his release, and just as he knew Yunho was about to come, Jaejoong pulled his mouth away with an audible pop.
Yunho groaned, and Jaejoong smiled innocently, “Are they as talented as I am?” he repeated as he clambered over Yunho and began to roll his hips slowly against Yunho’s, “Would they know how to satisfy you as well as I do?” he purred as he gently ran his hands through Yunho’s hair.
“No,” Yunho breathed out as Jaejoong continued to torturously move against him in a sinful manner. He grasped at Jaejoong’s hips roughly, “I wouldn’t settle for anyone but you.”
He felt Jaejoong smirk against the skin of his neck, and Yunho was rewarded by a tug at his earlobe, “Did you think about me when you saw them?”
“Of course,” Yunho whispered slowly, easing Jaejoong as he continued to stroke his lover’s ego as he devised a plan in his mind. His hands slipped lower to squeeze at Jaejoong’s rear, and he chuckled, “You know how much I enjoy undressing you.”
Jaejoong leaned against Yunho, and he began to kiss at his lover’s neck, “If I remember correctly, there are other things that I know you enjoy doing with me -“
Yunho flipped them over in one move, and Jaejoong’s breath was knocked out of him as his back hit the mat. He blinked up at Yunho, and Yunho smirked, “You are spoiled and devious. You must be punished.”
“What -“
Jaejoong tried to struggle, but Yunho had his body successfully pinned down onto the ground. His arms were lifted up, and Yunho quickly tied his wrists together with the tie that he’d been wearing earlier.
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s butt again, and he laughed as he moved away from Jaejoong who was squirming underneath him, “You had fun toying with me these past few days, it is time I have my own fun.”
“Yunho!”
Jaejoong tried to move, and Yunho quickly flipped him so that he was on his knees. Just as he tried to crawl away, Yunho took hold of him by the waist and spanked his behind before kissing behind his ear, “This won’t be any fun if you run away.”
“Untie me!”
“I don’t think so,” Yunho growled as he shoved one lubricated finger into Jaejoong without any warning. Jaejoong moaned, and Yunho quickly pressed another finger inside of his lover, “Did you honestly think I would settle for a gisaeng?”
Jaejoong could only moan in response, so Yunho continued, “I don’t want a soft, delicate body under me, I want you.” He whispered lustfully, “I want to hear you moaning and whimpering my name, and it is your body that I want to feel against mine.”
Yunho shoved in a third finger, and Jaejoong whimpered. He tried to hide the blush that crept across his cheeks and the thrill that he was feeling, but he knew that Yunho could see it all. Jaejoong could feel his aching cock stiffen further, and he lowered his body in attempt for him to at least seek some friction to ease the desire that was coursing throughout his body.
“Do you want me Jaejoong?” Yunho questioned as he pulled his fingers out and slowly began to trace spirals onto Jaejoong’s pale skin, “We’ve spent so many days apart that I’m starting to believe you don’t love me anymore.”
Jaejoong turned his head to glare at his lover, “You bastard.”
Yunho chuckled, and he once again slapped Jaejoong’s behind, “You’re not the only difficult one in this relationship,” he replied slowly as his index finger delicately pushed back into Jaejoong’s entrance, “Sometimes, I need to be spoiled as well.”
Jaejoong huffed, and he felt Yunho’s hands grip him once again. He moved with the guidance of Yunho’s hands, and he placed his tied hands over Yunho’s head as he began to shuffle onto Yunho’s lap.
“You’ll have to guide me,” Jaejoong muttered, his blush darkening.
Yunho chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, “Of course.”
Jaejoong slowly lowered his body, and when he felt the tip of Yunho’s cock press against his entrance, he lifted up his body once more. He let out a deep shuddery breath in preparation before he slowly moved down. There was a slight burning sensation of sorts as his body re-familiarized itself with how big Yunho was, and his body was tight due to the long absence of Yunho. Jaejoong felt Yunho stretch him open, and as soon as Yunho was fully inside him, he opened his eyes.
“Miss me?”
Jaejoong glared, and Yunho merely kissed him languidly. His tongue swept every inch of Jaejoong’s mouth, and as he slowly began to thrust upwards, Jaejoong let out a gasp and pulled away from his mouth.
He pulled Yunho closer and buried his face into the crook of the other man’s neck. Sweat rolled down his back as he slowly began to impale himself onto Yunho’s erection, and Jaejoong could feel his muscles burning with every movement.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Jaejoong couldn’t keep up with Yunho’s kisses for any longer. As he continued to lift then slam his hips back onto Yunho, he could feel his breath got knocked out of him. Yunho’s hands gripped at his waist roughly, and the friction of his cock against the toned skin of Yunho’s stomach had him desperate for his release.
“Faster, faster,” Yunho urged as he began to rock his hips upward. He left numerous kisses and bruises all over the skin of Jaejoong’s chest, and Jaejoong could only pant tiredly in response.
“Am I the only one that makes you feel good?” Jaejoong breathed out finally, his ego allowing him to muster enough strength to speak. Yunho chuckled at his arrogance and nodded before he kissed him, once again rendering Jaejoong breathless.
It was not long before Yunho wrapped his hands around Jaejoong’s erection, stroking him in rhythm as Jaejoong continued to ride him. Yunho began to thrust more vigorously against Jaejoong’s body, and as soon as he leaned forward to bite roughly at the skin on Jaejoong’s neck, the latter came hard all over their bodies.
The tightness brought about by Jaejoong’s release soon pulled Yunho into his own release. He thrust up sharply as he rode out the pleasure and he spilled deeply into the body of his lover. Their pants echoed in the silence, and the obvious scent of sex wafted through the room.
As Yunho began to kiss him affectionately, Jaejoong sagged against his lover tiredly and settled for enjoying their post-coital affections. He allowed for Yunho to move him off his lap, and as soon as he was untied, Yunho kissed his wrists delicately.
“Horny,” Jaejoong spat as Yunho rubbed at his wrists to ensure there wouldn’t be any bruises in the morning, “Horny, overconfident, terrible -“
“Jealous, spoiled, immature,” Yunho interrupted as he smiled down at Jaejoong, “Yet, you are mine nonetheless, and I want no other.”
“I love you,” Jaejoong murmured, his body sore and aching. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Yunho whispered as he settled against his lover and drew him close despite the fact they were both sticky and dirtied by their previous activity. “Now, let’s sleep.”
“But -“
Yunho opened one eye, “We can wake up later to give each other baths,” he muttered before he closed his eyes once more and pulled Jaejoong closer, “I missed having someone to bathe with.”
“Baths with you rarely involve much cleaning,” Jaejoong whispered as he snuggled against Yunho’s warmth. He pushed back a sweat damp lock of Yunho’s hair and smiled in the darkness, “I’m glad you’re home.”
Yunho opened his eyes and smiled at him, “Me too.”
Although things would never be perfect between them, Jaejoong was more than happy. No matter how many petty fights they had or how many problems they faced, he knew that things were perfect as they were.
Author’s Note: This was just supposed to be a drabble…but LOL, I kind of got carried away. Hahaha. XD I love this universe a whole lot. ^__^ Just a bit of historical info, but gisaeng actually pre-dated geisha. By the time that geisha became popular, there were very few gisaeng left and the whole kind of art/tradition was already dying out. In the time period that I imagine this verse though, there were supposedly some gisaengs that still existed. ^__^ The title of this story means things that are perfect, and I find title really quite beautiful because in Japanese, it could be interpreted as perfect in the sense of completion, meaning that it’s because things are complete that they become perfect. I find that meaning really quite fitting because Jaejoong & Yunho are perfect when they’re together. :3 Oh yeah, if anyone is interested in making a banner for this story, please state so in a comment along with some way I contact you! ^___^ Thank you for reading! ♥