[One Shot] You Only Love
Yunho knows that Jaejoong is mad, he knows Jaejoong is hurting, and he knows he’s the cause of all of it. “Boo,” he began, voice dragging to sound more like a whine.
Jaejoong had his face buried into his folded arms, hoodie pulled over, even his head. The only thing visible was the peak of pale flawless skin between the ridges of his silky black hair. He came around the back of his lover, tender fingers stroking his slender back, tracing the narrow spine that ran up Jaejoong. “Stop it,” he heard his whisper muffled between his own hands, for Gods sake as if there were any air for Jaejoong from Yunho’s point of view.
“I know you don’t like doing this Boo, you’re suffocating and itching for air. Come on, get up and face me, let’s talk about this,” his words crisp and clean, but also very tentative.
“Fuck Yunho, leave me alone,” Jaejoong threatened, but he knew what Yunho said was true. He buried his face even deeper into his arms so that he wouldn’t have to face him when he felt Yunho’s digits tugging and pulling his hood off. Air sapped through somewhat and he gritted his teeth.
“I love you,” Yunho returned his harsh retorts with even more affection as he bent down and kissed Jaejoong’s hair, taking in his warm musky scent. It made his skin tingles, even up to this day.
“No you don’t,” Jaejoong struggled when he felt those strong arms encasing his small waist, “You’re a bad liar Yunho,” he accused. “Ah!” he gasps, the feeling finally getting to him. Yunho’s covered himself into the nape of Jaejoong’s neck as he ran his hands inside his shirt, digits crawling to caress his lover. “Stoppiitt…” his breathy request stretched into a soft moan.
Yunho’s palm his stomach, up to his chest, and his side. Jaejoong wiggled within his grip and he smiled teasing a pierced nipple between his fingers. “That’s not fair,” Jaejoong replied half heartedly, “You know you always win when you do things like this,” the smaller man lifted his head up and whimpered, face red and suffocating.
“But you like it,” Yunho said turning him over and Jaejoong bit his arm. Yunho’s eyes squint looking down at his lover. Frustrated that it isn’t causing the other any pain he pulled away and quickly stood up, trying to brush past him.
“Jaejoong,” the seriousness in his tone seemed to prove his sincerity, but what he did was wrong! Truly mad for someone who already has a boyfriend and wanted to settle down. Jaejoong pushed it aside, face turned away determinedly as his bare feet stroke across the carpet in haste, Yunho came after him, catching onto his wrist.
He tugged harshly and got the other stumbling back, using the advantage he pinned him against their wall, the yellow light cascading on Jaejoong’s pale beauty when Yunho looked directly at his face. “Stop,” Jaejoong whined, fists digging softly into his chest, refusing to look at him. “I’m tired, I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” he lied, eyes betraying his statement.
Jaejoong knows he’s the weaker one in their relationship, he’s the one who usually gets openly jealous, get hurt the most, and the one who’s always intimidated by the other, no matter how much he tries to keep it under control. Aggravate, he shifted his angry gaze at Yunho only to be pulled into a sudden kiss. “Mmmnn…” Jaejoong is stubborn, struggling against it until he felt the dart of Yunho’s tongue, softly tasting him and teasing his lips open for his entrance. A full harass and war of the tongue began, lips massaged the others, Yunho trying softly but Jaejoong bit in between as if expressing his fury.
“Not fair…” Jaejoong didn’t forget to keep reminding him in between the gaps of their wet and slow kisses, so torturous and sweet that he had Jaejoong crumbling the front of his shirt in messy fists.
The taller pulled away ever so slowly, keeping the distant of their breaths still closed as he stare at Jaejoong, his eyes closed and lips swollen red from the intense kisses. The soft hazel brown eyes shifted to pour into his and Yunho couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt slicing through his heart. He tenderly brushed Jaejoong’s flushed cheek with the back of his hand and the other arched into his love.
“I’m sorry Boo,” he whispered, brows furrowing and lips slightly frowning, “you know I only have you. That stupid offer didn’t matter to me, it’s all you,” he slid his fingers around Jaejoong’s hand and lifts it over to kiss his chest, allowing his beating heart to pulse into the other’s arm and eventually to his heart too.
It’s not like Jaejoong could resist his charms, and every time he makes that face plus the suave voice, God bless this weakness. But right now all Jaejoong could really think about was meeting his lips again.
Sure he was still fury, but as much as he is mad he’d like to keep Yunho for his own. “Shut up,” he replied, voice low and soft like a floating feather, “just kiss me Yunho, make me forget then,” he challenged.
The other took it as an offer, quickly closing the gap between them and kissed Jaejoong hard, with overpowering passion that stole both their breaths away. His hand holding onto to the older’s neck and other reaching up his shirt to feel, fondle, and caress. A purr, and he knew he was heading for the right direction.
His kisses left the lips and wandered to Jaejoong’s jaw, a sense of masculine but yet so tender to his touch. Yunho notices his marks are still there, fading on the other’s neck and collarbone; he kisses them again, a slow firm suck to assure that it would remain but brighter, redder than before.
His arm slid behind Jaejoong, bringing them a few inches closer than before. He loves the feel of Jaejoong’s soft moan singing to his ears and his slender fingers digging into the locks of his hair. Sliding up to give a final kiss to the other cheek Yunho released him, breathing perhaps too hard. His lover whined and reached out to pull their bodies close together again. “Tease!” he indicted when Yunho made a grab for his ass, “you’re supposed to be making me forgive you,” Jaejoong reminded throwing his head back to moan as he speaks.
“Come,” the other whispered, deep and dark as he took a hand into his and led them to the bedroom. Jaejoong followed, heart pounding out of his chest when Yunho pulled him up to the front, led him by the waist while he feasts on his neck.
Jaejoong tossed his body over the bed and Yunho came towering above his body, lips enacted a sloppy but fervent kiss. The other allowed Yunho to slither his shirt off, hands quickly coming back to slide into his pants while Jaejoong was still pulling out of his sweats. He nearly collapsed when Yunho caught a hold of his erection, stroking so slow and teasingly while his lips dropped butterfly kisses on Jaejoong’s chest.
Jaejoong didn’t know what he was saying or hearing, he didn’t care anymore. All he wants is to release because of Yunho, he wants the other to be buried deep within him. “I can’t hold it in any longer, Boo,” Yunho groaned feeling his pants too tight, and struggled to free his red throbbing manhood. Jaejoong weakly crawled over to his belly, arms reach out to grab a pillow nearby. A fresh layer of sweat decorated their lean bodies as they breathed harshly in the midst of a dull light.
Yunho sucked his own fingers and pressed them against Jaejoong’s entrance, slowly surpassing that muscled ring into a kernel of pleasure. The pale beauty below him curled up, head arched in reply to his presence. “G-od…” another whimper escaped his lips while his fingers dug into the pillow. Yunho stretched into him slowly, very cautiously before pulling out; then diving back in again adding another digit as Jaejoong’s cries got even louder.
When he felt like the smaller man was ready he pulled out one last time, taking a hold of his manhood, he positioned it where his fingers left off. The tip slowly brushing at the slightest touch and Jaejoong cried again, hugging the pillow tighter to his chest. His eyes squeezed together tightly at the feel of Yunho’s shaft entering him, tearing him apart but at the same time keeping him together. He felt as if he lost all of his senses when Yunho groaned pushing deeper into him, and finally buried all the way within him. His lover stopped savoring the moment of Jaejoong’s cries while he swallowed him, clamped around him, and allowed him to stay.
Yunho’s thrusts were languished and at unexpected times he sped up, in fact after a few times he couldn’t help it anymore. He was pounding back at Jaejoong at each thrust, driving in and out of the warmth moisture; he had Jaejoong crying his name senseless while he too groaned loudly.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss on the arch of Jaejoong’s sweaty spine; slid a hand below his flat stomach to raise his hips up. Jaejoong followed, resting on his knees as Yunho stroked him. “Let’s come together,” he whispered into a kiss and Jaejoong nodded, too ready and caught up to even give it a second thought.
Yunho’s fingers were wrapped around him, pulling off fast and hard to meet the pace of his own thrusts. Jaejoong buried his head and cries into the pillow; he was trapped between the conflict of pain and pleasure but he knows he want it oh so badly. Having hit his prostate Yunho dove in mercilessly wanting for his lover to reach his climax, he heard Jaejoong approving cries each time he slid back in hitting the spot over and over.
In between his thrusts Jaejoong lost it first, his groans grew hoarse in his throat while he jerked, seeds spilling onto the bed which gradually soaked it up. Yunho’s hands fell down to the bed, each on both sides of the worn out body and he thrusts hard a final time before white lights flashed into his eyes, his sight and hearing blurred out. He spilled into Jaejoong, lips mumbling the name of his lover while he collapsed on top of him. Labored breaths stab from one chest to the other’s back.
He wondered why Jaejoong hasn’t complained about his weight yet until the other slightly wiggled under him. Yunho rolled over onto his back, bringing Jaejoong’s body along over his. Jaejoong struggled away from him, “Yah…” Yunho dragged him back.
“That doesn’t mean I forgive you you know,” Jaejoong said as a matter of factly, body sprawled over the bed wearily, “Sex is no way to solve a problem,”
“Okay, let’s do it again then!” Yunho replied flipping over to pounce on top of him.
Jaejoong hid a smile, struggling feebly away from him, “Jaejoong is my only love,” he whispered into the crook of his neck, “always and forever,” he concluded, brushing the black hair out of the way to get access to his skin.
“Yeah and you’re about to crush him to death, you fat ass,” Jaejoong responded and gave out a sudden yelp when Yunho compressed him further into the bed using nothing but his own heated body. “Wahh…” Jaejoong whined.
“Say you love me back and I’ll let you go,” Yunho declared, pouted lips brushing gently across Jaejoong’s flushed cheeks.
“Never! AH!”
“I’ll show you fat ass.”
“Stupid boyfriend, you already know I love you.”
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Those who happened to read this that messaged me, thank you so much for wishing me a happy birthday ^^
Sorry I couldn't reply back because lj was being weird and I was feeling tired.
Anyway miszbee there's your jaeho one shot. Hahaha! I can't write 'beautiful smut' stuff gets kinky....argh!