Amber Orbs [One Shot]
Title: Amber Orbs
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the look in his eyes; flickering darkness, an abyss of fire.
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It’s the look in his eyes.
Flickering darkness, an abyss of fire, lust and desperation, need and impatience.
He’s begging.
Although Yunho would never voice it out. He always takes what he wants without bothering to ask and, hell, there’s no way anyone could deny him with eyes that pierce through you from underneath silken strands of hair that frame his features.
Sweat glistens like little diamonds as the dim light dances across his skin when he moves, rolls those lethally skilled hips against his ass. A sharp slap resounds.
It’s flesh against flesh. The rhythm is slow, so painfully slow that Jaejoong loses track of time. Heat swallows his skin, melts him from the inside and washes all over him when Yunho pounds into him yet again. There’s a sharp cry, broken, keening but he doesn’t give in to Jaejoong’s begs.
It’s him who dictates the rhythm and today it’s all about slow abuse, rough, dry and just the way that has Jaejoong go insane, drowns him so deep in ecstasy that his vision blackens with every sharp thrust. There’s a point where Jaejoong forgets where his body ends and Yunho’s begins and everything starts spinning.
He doesn’t even notice the steady noises dripping from his lips, little whimpers and cries. It’s about contrasts, silken sheets sticking to his arching spine against rough lips and tugging fingers, abrasive teeth against blue-painted skin, long breaks in between quick, deep thrusts. He curses, digs his fingers into the leader’s ass cheek to beckon him even deeper, spreads his legs so far that his thighs tremble with cramps.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Jaejoong-ah. Harder..,” a breathless promise against the shell of his ear, a tentative roll of his hips,” and harder.., “ teeth lashing down onto the tender skin of his neck, “so hard that you cum without a touch.” Yunho mashes their lips together and builds another contrast to his ruthless assault.
He kisses him so light and teasing that Jaejoong arches up, cranes his neck for more. But Yunho is relentless, smirks and fucks him even harder. Then he hits that one spot and Jae’s eyes cross, his muscles flex underneath sweat-laced skin, contract as a violent shiver laces his body in ecstasy, bringing Jae just a bit closer to the ultimate climax.
Now Jae begs, words spilling from his lips spoken an octave too high, vowels held a moment too long and Yunho growls in response, “Not yet. Together.”
The leader chants as he speeds up. Jaejoong can tell he’s close too from the way he shuts his eyes, arches his spine to a perfect curve and lets out those strangled groans. The sight of him is blurred, twitches and contorts as Yunho hits his prostate again, dead on, and Jaejoong is gone. Without a single touch, he climaxes hard, releasing liquid witness of their sin between their bodies.
His whole being trembles, twists and writhes beneath the other. He doesn’t even notice when Yunho pulls out and cums on top of him, so consumed by pleasure.
Jae is panting, a mess of purple bruises, wild hair, open, swollen mouth and eyelids fluttering closed. His fingers still clutch to Yunho as the leader collapses on top of him, runs his hands along Jae’s sides in a gentle caress, chasing the shiver that crawls along his skin.
A soft kiss is placed to the corner of Jae’s mouth and the elder cranes his neck and responds lazily. It’s open-mouthed and soft, tasting of copper and faintly salty. Their skins are still flushed, all the more is Jae’s, who tries to recover from a high that has left him incoherent and speechless.
His throat feels hoarse as he attempts to speak but Yunho shushes him, lays a slender finger over Jaejoong’s lips and places gentle butterfly kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
This is far from over yet, Jaejoong realizes and a rush of adrenalin has his heartbeat quicken. He’s spent, wants to protest but then Yunho looks up at him again, meets his gaze with that look in his eyes and Jaejoong’s insides twist.
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the look in his eyes; flickering darkness, an abyss of fire.
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It’s the look in his eyes.
Flickering darkness, an abyss of fire, lust and desperation, need and impatience.
He’s begging.
Although Yunho would never voice it out. He always takes what he wants without bothering to ask and, hell, there’s no way anyone could deny him with eyes that pierce through you from underneath silken strands of hair that frame his features.
Sweat glistens like little diamonds as the dim light dances across his skin when he moves, rolls those lethally skilled hips against his ass. A sharp slap resounds.
It’s flesh against flesh. The rhythm is slow, so painfully slow that Jaejoong loses track of time. Heat swallows his skin, melts him from the inside and washes all over him when Yunho pounds into him yet again. There’s a sharp cry, broken, keening but he doesn’t give in to Jaejoong’s begs.
It’s him who dictates the rhythm and today it’s all about slow abuse, rough, dry and just the way that has Jaejoong go insane, drowns him so deep in ecstasy that his vision blackens with every sharp thrust. There’s a point where Jaejoong forgets where his body ends and Yunho’s begins and everything starts spinning.
He doesn’t even notice the steady noises dripping from his lips, little whimpers and cries. It’s about contrasts, silken sheets sticking to his arching spine against rough lips and tugging fingers, abrasive teeth against blue-painted skin, long breaks in between quick, deep thrusts. He curses, digs his fingers into the leader’s ass cheek to beckon him even deeper, spreads his legs so far that his thighs tremble with cramps.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Jaejoong-ah. Harder..,” a breathless promise against the shell of his ear, a tentative roll of his hips,” and harder.., “ teeth lashing down onto the tender skin of his neck, “so hard that you cum without a touch.” Yunho mashes their lips together and builds another contrast to his ruthless assault.
He kisses him so light and teasing that Jaejoong arches up, cranes his neck for more. But Yunho is relentless, smirks and fucks him even harder. Then he hits that one spot and Jae’s eyes cross, his muscles flex underneath sweat-laced skin, contract as a violent shiver laces his body in ecstasy, bringing Jae just a bit closer to the ultimate climax.
Now Jae begs, words spilling from his lips spoken an octave too high, vowels held a moment too long and Yunho growls in response, “Not yet. Together.”
The leader chants as he speeds up. Jaejoong can tell he’s close too from the way he shuts his eyes, arches his spine to a perfect curve and lets out those strangled groans. The sight of him is blurred, twitches and contorts as Yunho hits his prostate again, dead on, and Jaejoong is gone. Without a single touch, he climaxes hard, releasing liquid witness of their sin between their bodies.
His whole being trembles, twists and writhes beneath the other. He doesn’t even notice when Yunho pulls out and cums on top of him, so consumed by pleasure.
Jae is panting, a mess of purple bruises, wild hair, open, swollen mouth and eyelids fluttering closed. His fingers still clutch to Yunho as the leader collapses on top of him, runs his hands along Jae’s sides in a gentle caress, chasing the shiver that crawls along his skin.
A soft kiss is placed to the corner of Jae’s mouth and the elder cranes his neck and responds lazily. It’s open-mouthed and soft, tasting of copper and faintly salty. Their skins are still flushed, all the more is Jae’s, who tries to recover from a high that has left him incoherent and speechless.
His throat feels hoarse as he attempts to speak but Yunho shushes him, lays a slender finger over Jaejoong’s lips and places gentle butterfly kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
This is far from over yet, Jaejoong realizes and a rush of adrenalin has his heartbeat quicken. He’s spent, wants to protest but then Yunho looks up at him again, meets his gaze with that look in his eyes and Jaejoong’s insides twist.