Punishment

[miss2l]

Title: Punishment

Author: miss2l

Pairing(s): KyuSung, minor YeWon

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Fail/Awkward!smut, non-con

Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut

Disclaimer: Oh shit, if they were owned and this happened… o.O

Summary: Kim Jongwoon’s company takes a step too far asking him to film a certain type of movie that his boyfriend, Cho Kyuhyun, highly disapproves of.  But what is he to do when his adorable little lover has already agreed?  Punish him of course.  But really, who is the one getting punished?

A/N: I don’t know what this is… Like really… It was so awkward and weird and I feel mega awkward >.< It turned out a lot more angst than intended… But I guess it’s… okay?  I need more angst.  Lol.  Too much fluff lately.



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Kyuhyun marveled at the beauty in front of him.

He could sit there for hours, watching the slender body shake and writhe in pleasure.  He was truly beautiful.  Naked, wrists bound with rope and ankles tied to the legs of chair, covered in the thinnest layer of sweat.  His hair was messy and mussed, struggling, arching and bending as more sensations rushed through his body.  It was this utterly perfect image that the public wanted to see.  It was this moaning, lovely mess that everyone asked and requested for.

Purposely, the door was closed audibly behind him, the man in the chair immediately flinching, searching blindly.  Kyuhyun could have chuckled.  Instead, he took silent slow strides towards the pleasured male, watching hungrily and the other male shook in anticipation.  The tall male dragged a chair from the side of the dressing room with a loud screech, knowing the older man would panic at the sound.

Sitting in the chair, chin in palm; he spent the next few moments just observing the small male.  Blindfold pulled taunt, ring gag wrenching his mouth too wide causing drool to dribble down his chin, arousal fully erect with pre-cum beading, nipple clamps pinching the very stiff erect peaks, a cock ring denying him of the release he craved.  Silence filled the room; the only noises being a low hum and muffled moans.  He honestly would have liked to leave the man being pleasured as such for another few hours, this time without the cock ring so as to cover in cum as well as sweat.

But perhaps the last three hours of constant pleasure had driven the older man over the edge already.  Maybe it was a little cruel for Kyuhyun to leave him there in the unlocked dressing room whilst he went out to watch a movie and even eat dinner.  This was his punishment though.  And Kyuhyun was enjoying every second of it.

“So… How has the last few hours been for you?” Kyuhyun stroked the other man’s face, gentle as if he wasn’t subjecting him to sexual torture.

“Mmph… Mmph…” He whimpered, pleasure rushing through his body like fire.  The younger male just stared blatantly between the elder’s legs which were forced open.  His body started to jolt and jitter as a slender hand ran down his chest, stopping by an engorged nipple.

“Look at you, Jongwoon.  You’re begging to be punished.” He leant by the clamped nipple, giving it a loving suck.  He bit down on the toy lightly, tightening a fraction.  But just that tiny fraction had Jongwoon flinching, writhing in pain in the midst of the sea of pleasure.  “Sorry, love.  But you’re too gorgeous to resist now.”

“Mm, mmph… Mmph!” Jongwoon’s eyes rolled to back of his head as Kyuhyun’s skilled mouth found his erection, sucking and licking him until he couldn’t breathe.  He just wished that cock ring wasn’t there to stop his orgasm in its tracks.  He was given so much pleasure his head swirled.  All he saw were blotches of white and stars.

“Jongwoon… You know how much I love you, right?” Kyuhyun murmured, kissing up his toned abdomen.  All Jongwoon could do was nod numbly, trying to focus on Kyuhyun’s voice because the most whorish moans were already coming out of his mouth.  “And you know I’m doing this because I love you, right?” Jongwoon nodded again and Kyuhyun smiled because it’s the truth and not some lie he had agreed to in the height of pleasure.  “I love you so much, Jongwoon… I want to fuck you and pleasure you and punish you all day long.” He looked up and kissed him on the neck, sucking heavily on a previously made mark - a mark not made by him.  He moved up, ready to kiss him on the cheek when he realised the tears rushing down without hesitation.  “Why’re you crying?  You didn’t cry the last time I did this to you… And back then you were kneeling for me…  Are you in pain?” He stroked the man’s cheeks, wiping the wetness away.  He reached forward and kissed him on the nose, the elder shaking his head.  “Shh… Shh… Don’t cry… You’ll ruin your pretty face.”

“Mmph, mm, mmph…” The elder mewled, shifting a little on the wooden seat.  Bad idea because something in him moved even more and pleasure shot right through his spine.  And yet, behind all the pleasure he was feeling, the disgust inside him built higher.  The feeling of slickness and unwillingness as he helplessly protested still fresh in his mind.

“I love you, Jongwoon.  Don’t cry.  It hurts to see you cry.” Kyuhyun cradled his lover’s face with care and attention, affection leaking through his fingertips.  “This will make you feel better…” One hand slid around the swollen, hard erection, pulling off the cock ring easily.  The smaller male came almost instantly, countless rounds of orgasms spilling into Kyuhyun’s hand and onto his bare abdomen.  “So, so, so needy, dear…” He pulled away, licking up the sticky white fluid from his fingers.  “Should I leave you hear for another few hours and let you come until there’s nothing left?”

“Mm, mmph!” Jongwoon protested violently, shaking his head as hard as he could.  More tears flowed from his eyes and Kyuhyun frowned.  What was wrong?  Didn’t his lover love it when they played their games?  Didn’t he enjoy being tied up as the younger pleasured him for long period of time?  Was Jongwoon getting bored of him?  Was Jongwoon getting tired of their relationship?  No.  That’s impossible.  Jongwoon loved him.  He knew that much.

“Love, why are you like this?  Don’t you love me anymore?”  Kyuhyun asked, his voice wavered and the elder panicked.  There was nothing, nothing, that he loved more than Kyuhyun.  Kyuhyun was the boy with the smile melted him.  Kyuhyun was the boy that gave him closure as he disappeared behind a mask he placed for the camera.  Kyuhyun was the boy that held him when he broke down.  Kyuhyun was the man that made love to him because there was feeling there.  Kyuhyun was the man he loved.

Kyuhyun was the only man he loved.

“Mmph!  Mmph!” He nodded his head in the direction he presumed Kyuhyun was in, affirming the strong feelings he had for the younger.  He couldn’t help but cry harder when no response followed.  He wanted something.  Anything.  A dirty remark that made him blush.  A caring confirmation of their love.  A lightly scolding tone when he disobeyed.  Anything.  He wanted anything to remind him that this was Kyuhyun, especially after he’d been so unrightfully violated.

“Don’t cry… Please don’t cry.” Kyuhyun soothed, feeling terribly guilty for his lover as he looked more desperate each passing second.  “I’ll take the gag, handcuffs and the clamps out, and untie your legs, okay babe?  But the rest stay.”

A shy nod followed the statement and Kyuhyun unstrapped the large gag, the elder’s jaw protesting at the strain of staying in the same uncomfortable position for hours.  His nimble hands unclasped the tight nipple clamps, the nubs red and swollen.  He unlocked the tight cuffs, rubbing at the sore wrists.  He leant down to the man’s ankles, untying the tight bonds, kissing the angry marks - marks that shouldn’t be there because he took care when he took to bondage.  He didn’t get much time to ponder as a low moan entered his sense of hearing and he remembered the vibrating dildo that was well in his lover.

“Kyu… Ah, I, ah…” Sighs and pleasured cries continued and Kyuhyun carefully lifted up his lover from the hard wooden chair to seat him on his lap in the provided luxury black leather couch.  His baby hands were clawing at his shirt, trying to find support as he felt release dangerously close.

“Shh… Come first before you talk.” Kyuhyun whispered, kissing the man into silence as another round of stringy white cum shot out of the man’s arousal.  The younger couldn’t care less if his clothes got stained.

“K-Kyu, I love you.  I-I, ah, l-love you…” And even though he had just come, he could barely speak with the constant vibrations on his prostate.  “D-Don’t leave me, a-ah, like t-that again…”

“But we’ve done it before, love.  For longer periods of time and even with you kneeling for me… What’s so different?  Why are you so upset?” He ran his hands through Jongwoon’s hair, as if caring for a fragile young baby.

“N-Not here… D-Don’t d-do, ah, it here…” Jongwoon whimpered, curling a little in Kyuhyun’s strong arms, “Ah, t-too many people…”

Realisation smacked Kyuhyun in the face, panic registering in his brain.  He’d left the door unlocked for an excitement factor for his lover, not for anything to actually happen.  “Who touched you?  Who touched you?” Desperation was evident in his voice as he hugged his boyfriend tighter.  He was used to people touching and molesting Jongwoon but that was all scripted.  It was all part of the job.  Right now, it was off screen and it was their time.  “Who touched my Jongwoon?”

“S-Siwon … I-I think…”

The door opened, the click familiar to his ears.  It was Kyuhyun right?  But it had only been an hour… There was no way the younger would be back so soon to relieve him.  This was his punishment and the tall boy always made sure his punishments lasted at least two hours.

“Ah, Yesungie…” Definitely not Kyuhyun.  Kyuhyun never called him by his stage name.  Kyuhyun’s voice was smoother, huskier and sent shivers up his spine.  This voice he was very used to.  He was used to hearing it as the camera began rolling and the heavy scripted sexual whispers filled his ears, the false sense of familiarity added with the nickname.  Why was he here?  Kyuhyun didn’t lock, he knew that because it was plain torture for the elder to imagine that anyone could walk in.  And someone had walked in.  “Or since we’re off camera, Jongwoon-hyung.”

Weighted footsteps approached him and squirmed and struggled, trying to get away.  But all that did was press the vibrator hard against his pleasure centre and a moan exited his forcefully opened mouth.  Strong, callused hands, that he knew a little too well, cupped his chin, forcing his head up to the tall male.  Whimpering pitifully, hoping for him to go away.  But Jongwoon had no power.  He was always the submissive one, held down as he received orders from those he didn’t love.  He couldn’t even shout at the younger man to not call his real name.  That name was reserved for Kyuhyun.

“Doesn’t your boyfriend know that anyone could just walk in on you?  With your popularity, anyone that walks in will want to molest you right away.  And with you all tied up like a birthday present, plug and all, consider yourself raped.  Well, his mistake.   Maybe I should call Donghae and we can have that threesome the directors wanted.” He whispered by Jongwoon’s ear, but instead of the shiver of excitement that he always had with his beloved, he leant back in disgust.  Big hands ran down his sides, eager to touch any and everything.  They stopped by his hips, watching greedily as Jongwoon shook his head, hoping the younger would get the message and go away.  “But we’ve never had sex off camera, Jongwoon.  We should have more colleague bonding, Hyung.  And what better way than have some true, unscripted sex?”

Jongwoon wouldn’t be able to take it.  He could take the filmed sex.  He could take the fake fucking because it wasn’t real.  It was his job.  It was to help pay the bills for his apartment.  The only sex he would have off camera would be with Kyuhyun because Kyuhyun was real and Kyuhyun was the one that had his heart.  But just the thought of someone else fucking him when there was no profit behind it, no need or obligation, made him sick.  He violently struggled in his bonds, trying to get them to loosen even a little.  Even if he could just get his legs free and he could evade the younger male… just anything to stall for time.

The flailing attempt of escape, which was clearly impossible because the elder’s boyfriend seemed to be a prodigy at certain Dom techniques, caused the chair to fall on its back, dragging the small male with him.  He grunted in pain as he landed roughly on the floor, a moan following quickly when the plug jabbed against his prostate.

“Jongwoon-hyung, you’re trying to make this easier for me, aren’t you?” The other male crouched down, untying the rope from around Jongwoon’s ankles, noting how Kyuhyun was somehow kind enough to not tie it tight enough to leave a mark.  Before the smaller male could scramble away, he found himself pushed up against a wall, muscled arms supporting his legs.  He refused to wrap his slim thighs around the younger’s waist because that would mean complying.  And this was rape, if anything. “It’s not fair that some nobody like Kyuhyun gets to keep you.  Someone as famous and wanted as you should be owned be someone of equal standards.”

Jongwoon wanted to scoff.  Because it’s really Kyuhyun that deserves someone better.  But instead he chose Jongwoon.  Someone who had sold himself to this business when he needed money to survive.  He looked past his flaws and held no disgust.  He laughed with Jongwoon, he talked to Jongwoon, he loved Jongwoon.  He had been the first person to meet him on the street and not ask for a good fuck.  Even after he had found out Jongwoon’s real persona, he stayed by his side and even confessed his love for the smaller male.  Kyuhyun didn’t deserve Jongwoon?  What a joke.  It was the total opposite.

A hand sneaking up his thigh, stroking his sensitive, creamy skin broke him out of his reverie.  This hand knew his body well, too well, and knew how it worked, knew how to squirmed, knew how it pleaded.  He reached behind the trapped elder, feeling for the vibrator, even sticking a few fingers in the elder to find it.

“Mmph mm, mm mmph!” Jongwoon protested as he felt the vibrator that Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun, put in him being slowly taken out, the toy dropping uselessly on the ground.  He tried to wiggle his way out of the tight grasp on him but to no avail; his bound wrists were hindering him too much.  He felt thick, sticky liquid run down from his abused hole, dripping down to the floor, staining the red carpet.

No… No… No!

That was Kyuhyun’s cum!  That was his lover’s cum that was leaking out of him now.  And from what he could tell of the situation, it was soon going to be replaced by someone else’s.  He didn’t want to feel someone else’s cum in him.  That was for Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun only.  The company had a strict rule that for all films, unless mutually consented to go without, there must be condoms.  And Jongwoon always, always, made his partners, Siwon and Donghae, wear condoms.  It was just something meticulous that Jongwoon pet peeved about.  He didn’t want to feel hot cum filling him up.  That was until he met Kyuhyun.  And during their first time, he felt the younger’s load and it felt strangely comforting.

“So, Donghae and I aren’t allowed to fuck you bare but that nobody can?   How does that work out, Woonie?  We’ve been fucking you longer and yet you won’t let us come in you.” Jongwoon could only gasp audibly as he felt something hard and thick, something he was familiar with, press against his puckered hole.  He shook his head, begging for the younger to stop, to not enter him and come in him.  “Do you know how much we’ve wanted to fill you up?”

“Mmph!” It was the only strangled cry he could make out before he was thrusted into, the younger’s thick length almost ripping him in two.  But the taller male just continued, pushing his hips up and down, hitting the elder’s prostate each and every time.  The cock ring stayed on and before Jongwoon knew it, there was a slick liquid exploding in his bottom.  He didn’t want it in him.  He wanted it out as soon as possible.  He wanted to clean it out and sterilize the area before Kyuhyun came back to find his lover tainted with someone else’s cum.

“I’d love to take the cock ring off… but I should respect Kyuhyun’s wishes to keep it on.” If he fucking respected Kyuhyun’s wishes he wouldn’t have fucked him.  “I don’t think Kyuhyun would like to know that it’s not his cum in you, right?  So, let’s just keep mine in there… He’ll never know.” The younger thrusted again, just for extra measure, still inside the older man.  Holding tightly onto Jongwoon, he reached for the plug, which was still on, and as soon as he pulled out, it was replaced by the vibrating toy.

Jongwoon was carried, as a moaning mess, back to the chair, which was propped back up to position.  Seating the elder on the chair, he tied the ropes a little too tightly around the elder’s ankles.  And then he left.  A quick fuck and nothing else.  Because that’s all Jongwoon was, right?

Kyuhyun couldn’t stand it.  He laid Jongwoon on the couch, taking a small moment to marvel at the beautiful body.  He pulled the plug out of his lover, much too quickly to be comfortable, watching as a foreigner’s cum leaked out of the hole.  His eyes widened as the fluid continued to flow out.  If anything, the horse man had a heavy load.  That was for sure.

“I-It’s not mine?” Kyuhyun stuttered, unbelieving.  Jongwoon bit his lip and turned his head away.  He could imagine betrayal belying in his lover’s eyes, grief and guilt gathering in the caramel eyes he loved so much.

“N-No…” Yesung reluctantly muttered.  What if Kyuhyun abandoned him now?  What if Kyuhyun left behind a soiled man?

Sure, Kyuhyun had weathered through the tapes and the filming and the pictures.  It took a lot of reassurance on Jongwoon’s side but he managed to help them through that.  Jongwoon still needed a roof over his head and food in his mouth and he refused to let Kyuhyun waste his money on someone that sold himself to this business long ago.

And it was all fake.  There was no love, no feeling, no emotion in their passive job.  To each actor and model, sex was as simple as paperwork.  Now?  No.  This was no simple work.  This was taking him outside of his job, without the same precautions.  He was dirty.  He was tainted.  And he didn’t want Kyuhyun to leave.  Kyuhyun was his norm, his pillar, his life, his love.  But what if he did?  There was a chance right?

There was only silence as a reaction and Jongwoon started to bawl.  Kyuhyun’s arms were loosening, his lips unmoving as no sound followed.  And the elder couldn’t take it.  He couldn’t deal with heartbreak right now.  Why was his lover so quiet and unresponsive?  He was like a robot in perpetual shock.  Even after Jongwoon had disclosed his occupation, the younger male hadn’t been so dead to the world.  The handsome younger boy had never been so still, so cold, so silent.  It was unbearable.

Was he planning to leave him?  No!  he couldn’t leave!  If Kyuhyun left him, he’d throw himself off a building.  He’d grown too dependent, too pathetic and too needy to ever let him go.  He’d tasted the paradise of love and having it taken away so suddenly and cruelly would leave him broken forever.

“D-Don’t… D-Don’t you want me anymore?” And he’s crying so hard that he wants to slap himself in the face for being so weak.  He wiped furiously at the tears, hoping they’d go away but they just flowed harder and faster.

Where was the Jongwoon before Kyuhyun?  The strong one who’d given up his body and soul to a business.  The one that could take any pain, emotional or physical, his partners pushed him through?  He was gone.  That person was Yesung.  Yesung, the sexy raven that could take on any role and deal with it.  Then Kyuhyun came along and nurtured Jongwoon with the care he didn’t know existed.  Yesung used to take over Jongwoon almost all the time but now Yesung only came out sporadically, when the camera started rolling.  Every other time, it was Jongwoon.

“What are you talking about?!  Of course I still want you!  Jongwoon, oh baby, how could you be so silly?” Kyuhyun quickly undid the blindfold, cradling the elder man in his arms as he reseated him in his lap.  He pried the petite fingers away from the elder’s face, choosing to kiss the salty trails himself.  More sniffling and more tears but Kyuhyun kept on brushing them away gently with his lips and fingers.  How could his lover be so clueless?  He was in shock.  That was all.  How could he jump to such a conclusion?  He was just more shocked than when he had found out the man he was courting was a porn star.  Kyuhyun had had his suspicions back then, it wasn’t new to him.  Jongwoon had been devastated and had cried back then too.  But not this hard.  “I love you, Jongwoon my love.  I’ll always love you.  Just because some bastard raped you, doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you.”

“Y-You don’t hate me?” Jongwoon sniffled, trying to gather the last of the pride he had discarded long ago.  He was partially ready for Kyuhyun to throw him off his lap and walk out any second.  He touched the younger boy’s face, trying to ensure he was real and not some random delusion on his part.

“How could I hate you?  Oh, Jongwoon… I love you so much.” Kyuhyun whispered, taking Jongwoon’s lips onto his own, giving him the most adoring kiss he could.  He poured every ounce of emotion he had for the older man into the kiss, trying to convey his true feelings.  “I love you.  I love you.  I love you.” He held Jongwoon’s delicate face in his hands, reaching to kiss along his jaw line in between each profession.  He would say it over and over again if he had to.  He’d never get sick of saying those three words to the man that had earned it.  “I would never leave you; I could never even imagine it.”

“I love you, Kyu-ah… I don’t want anyone but you.” He murmured, face flushing from the constant pecks that were travelling down his neck.  One was pressed right against his pulse, Kyuhyun choosing to suck and nip until he moaned loudly, unable to contain the noise.  Skilled hands found his erect nipples, pinching and rubbing them like they were buttons on a keyboard.  And holy shit did Kyuhyun know what to do with keyboards. “K-Kyuhyun… D-Don’t tease…”

“Show me how much you love me, Jongwoon.” Kyuhyun breathed against the flesh of his neck, the skin flushed and heated.  “And after that, I’ll prove how much I love you.”

Jongwoon nodded slowly climbing off the younger male.  Kyuhyun just sat back, legs spread, waiting for the elder to do what he intended.  Sitting in between the long lanky limbs, naked butt seated on the floor, he pulled the taller’s zipper down, pushing the shielding material down to his ankles.  Kyuhyun impatiently kicked them off.  There were a range of things Jongwoon could do in this position and he was awaiting the order.

“Suck me.” And that was all the incentive Jongwoon needed.

He grabbed Kyuhyun’s impressive length, guiding it to his petite mouth.  He took Kyuhyun as far as it would go, the hard member jabbing at the back of his throat.  His lips and tongue moved the way they had been trained, expertly sucking at the correct intervals.  His hands found the time to squeeze the younger’s balls and he received a generous moan and thrust in response.

“Fuck… Jongwoon…” Why the hell was he so good?  Jongwoon was the best.  He sucked the best, he licked and moved the best.  Kyuhyun couldn’t resist the urge to hold onto the back of the raven’s head, thrusting into the hot cavern, hard and fast.  He was so fucking close.  And the way Jongwoon was just lapping up at his pre-cum was making him fuck his pretty little mouth even harder.  How he wished he could shove a plug into the other end, just to make the elder feel well and truly filled.  Jongwoon was always such a cock whore.  He liked to suck and he definitely liked to be fucked, that was just him.

The younger boy swore a few more times, especially when the petite male moaned around his length sending delicious vibrations.  He probably imagined what that thick cock would soon be doing in his ass.  Kyuhyun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, stomach clenching as he felt his climax nearing terribly close.  He thrusted a few more times for extra measure, the older boy not gagging from experience.  Just the heat and skill that Jongwoon radiated had him coming, the smaller male swallowing every last drop.  Usually he’d try to resist such a thing from Donghae or Siwon, but with Kyuhyun he drank up everything.

“Fuck, do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Kyuhyun growled, pulling Jongwoon back onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his swollen lips.  He could taste himself on his own tongue, but the mix of Jongwoon and him together was the best possible flavor.  When he drew away, Jongwoon was blushing terribly, grabbing Kyuhyun’s shoulders for support.

Carefully, he placed Jongwoon on the couch, quickly climbing on top of him.  He ran his hungry hands down the elder’s sensitive sides, Jongwoon squirming from the sensation.  He was terribly ticklish and Kyuhyun seemed to be taking amusement from rubbing circles on his stomach with his thumbs.  Apparently his whimpers were only spurring him on.

“S-Shirt…” Jongwoon tugged insistently on the white material, whining at the barrier.  He wanted skin on skin.  He wanted Kyuhyun’s skin.

“Okay… Okay… Shh… Calm down.” Kyuhyun whispered as he ripped his shirt off, returning to massage at the smaller male’s torso, drawing out mewls of complaints from the slow treatment.  “Hmm?  So impatient, Jongwoon.”

“P-Please Kyuhyun… I need you… I need to feel you…” Jongwoon cried out when Kyuhyun’s hand reached behind to his butt to massage at the firm mound.  It was so dangerously close to where he wanted Kyuhyun.

“All fours, love.” Kyuhyun got up, giving the older man space to shift his position.  He crawled onto his hands and knees, presenting his quivering pink hole to the younger boy.  Kyuhyun could only lick his lips in anticipation.  Soon that tight hole would be wrapped around his dick and he couldn’t wait.

“Ah!  Kyuhyun! Y-You’re…” Something was already inside him, brushing against his prostate with vigor.  It was barely lubricated, thrusting in and out of his shaft.  His hole was experiencing quick spasms when a second finger entered, the two digits relentlessly attacking his already abused prostate.  “Kyu… I’m g-gonna…”

“Then come for me, love.  Prove that I can make you come without a single touch to your cock.” Kyuhyun taunted, shoving a third finger in just to add more pressure to his pleasure centre.  The older man would last two more thrusts, at most.  And then he’d been leaking his sweet cum all over the expensive couch and Kyuhyun wouldn’t give a damn.

“Kyuhyun…” Jongwoon moaned, spilling his release all over the black leather, falling onto his shoulders, arms too tired from the weight.

“We’re not done, Jongwoon.  I still want more of you.” Kyuhyun removed his fingers, his cock already rubbing circles around the tight ring of muscles.  Jongwoon only moaned more, knowing that those three slim fingers could never compare to the awesome size of Kyuhyun’s own arousal.  “Deep breath, Jongwoon.  Deep breath.”

“K-Kyu…” Grabbing onto Jongwoon’s hips, Kyuhyun thrust forward quickly, burying himself to the hilt.  An amazing amount of heat was encircling his length, threatening to make him come before he’d even touched his lover’s prostate.  Jongwoon was in pain and he would never allow himself to climax when the elder was writhing in the burn.  He was all gasps and silent cries, his tight hole sucking hungrily at Kyuhyun’s length.  He pushed even further, finally managing to brush against the soft pleasure centre, bringing the smaller male to some level of pleasure.

“Do you want to come already, love?” Kyuhyun teased as he swiveled his hips, his cock dragging sinfully against his inflamed prostate.  He made a few quick snaps of his hips, drawing low enticing moans out of the male beneath him.  “Scream for me, Jongwoon.  Scream for me and I’ll come in you right now.” He jabbed powerfully against his prostate, bringing the older man to an epitome of pleasure.  There were tears of pain and pleasure gathering in his eyes, biting his bottom lip at the taunt.  The amount of pressure being applied to his pleasure centre was sending him over the moon.

“Kyuhyun!” Jongwoon shouted, his loud cry muffled by the material, his bottom lip freed from his teeth as a gasp wracked his body.  And as promised Kyuhyun’s cum quickly filled the older man, giving him that slick feeling of being filled.  But the elder was still painfully hard but he knew Kyuhyun wouldn’t just leave him.

“Moan for me, love.  And I’ll be all up for round two.” His cock was softening but he knew as soon as he heard a throaty moan from Jongwoon, he’d be rock hard at a moment’s notice.  His hands reached beneath the older man and pinched both his pert nipples, massaging the sensitive nubs until a drawn out pleasured cry followed.  “That’s my Jongwoon.”

Jongwoon whimpered when he felt Kyuhyun actually re-harden in him.  He had had it happen before.  It wasn’t particularly new but he would never get over the feeling.  It was so arousing and strange.  He was so addicted to it, it was beyond insane.

“Take a deep breath, love.  I won’t stop even if you come.” Kyuhyun drove deeper and deeper, bringing the smaller male over the edge embarrassingly fast.  He cried out loudly, whimpering as Kyuhyun mechanically thrusted continuously, pounding into him mercilessly until he too came once again.  Jongwoon was so terribly filled that some of the younger’s cum was leaking out the side of his hole, seeping down his thigh.

“I love you…” And unless listened to closely, it was impossible to see who said it.  It was incredibly hard to tell that they both said it.  It was in such perfect unison and harmony.

***

“So, why did you do it?”

“Hmm?” Jongwoon stirred in his arms, snuggling closer to the warmth that was Kyuhyun’s chest.  Kyuhyun pulled their white comforters more tightly around them, keeping his naked boyfriend properly bundled up.  His boyfriend was still groggy and tired from their heavy round of sex but was a bit better rested than he was a few hours ago.

“Why did you agree?” Kyuhyun said as he too snuggled closer, cherishing their embrace.  It was rare that they could spend time together in the same bed.  Much less Kyuhyun’s bed.  It was not often that Jongwoon would agree to stay overnight.  There’d always be excuses of being a burden and being a nuisance.  None of which the younger thought he was.

“To what?” Jongwoon said sleepily, tilting his head on the tall boy’s chest, showing his confusion.  He was much too deep in the limbo of sleep and consciousness, definitely closer to the dreamland side.  He was sore and drained; all he wanted to do was rest in the safety of Kyuhyun’s arms.

“The threesome.”

Okay, so that woke him up.  He’d thought Kyuhyun had conveniently forgot but apparently not.  He wasn’t up to answering the awkward question.  He didn’t want to go into detail because the younger would surely explode into a fit of rage.

“I-It’s not like I haven’t done a threesome before, Kyu…” Jongwoon tried to reason, trying his best to brush off the subject.  To no avail.  And he should’ve expected it.

“I don’t remember you having to top anyone before.  Especially not Donghae.” Kyuhyun growled squeezing Jongwoon closer.  The elder’s slim waist fit perfectly in his arms and it was the perfect cage.  He wasn’t letting the pretty male get off easy this time.

“They wanted to spice up the order a bit.  That’s all.” Jongwoon said looking away from the stubborn male.  Kyuhyun could spot a lie from a mile away and he definitely spotted it from their close proximity.  It wasn’t too difficult when it came to Jongwoon anyway.  He sucked at lying.  Badly.

“You could’ve said no.” Kyuhyun quickly rebutted, shutting down the hopeless argument, “You told me that you never want to top.  Ever.” He reminded, kissing the top of Jongwoon’s head trying to calm the clearly panicking boy.  “Tell me the truth, love.” He ran his hands up and down the elder’s spine, feeling the warm creamy skin that he learnt to adore, “Why didn’t you say no?”

“I… I couldn’t.” Jongwoon murmured softly against Kyuhyun’s collarbone, hoping he didn’t hear.  He didn’t want to elaborate.  And the young boy had all the power to make him spit out if he wanted to.

“What do you mean, Jongwoon?” Kyuhyun said carefully, noting that his lover was particularly resistant to telling him the truth.  He was always trying to keep things to himself to stop Kyuhyun’s incessant worrying but it was like there was an extra layer of reluctance to tell him this time. “They always give you a choice, it’s in your contract.”

“T-They said if I didn’t agree they’d recruit you.” Yesung whispered, lips brushing against the younger’s neck.  He nuzzled the column, trying to find comfort and closure within the warmth. “I-I could never let them come near you.  Y-You have such a bright future, Kyu-ah.”

“This is why I want you to quit.  Quit and come stay with me, love.  I can take care of you.” Kyuhyun soothed, silently accepting the ministrations that Jongwoon was delivering.  “Then you won’t have to do this.  I’m supposed to protect you, not the other way round.” He buried his nose in the elder’s hair, smelling vanilla in the messy tresses, “How dare they threaten you like that?  This wouldn’t happen if you just took up my offer.”

“Kyu… We’ve gone through this… I don’t want you to waste your money on me… I don’t deserve it.” Jongwoon wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear.  He wanted to, desperately, accept the offer and stay with Kyuhyun forever.  But how could he?  Sure, Kyuhyun was a very successful individual but that didn’t mean he had ample amounts of money.  And Jongwoon wasn’t the most qualified of people to get a decent job.

“Yes, you do.  And if you want to think about it that way then, even if you don’t deserve it, I deserve you.  I’ve been a straight A student my whole life and I’ve done everything my parents asked me to.  If there’s one thing I want in return, it’s you.” Kyuhyun said, pushing Jongwoon’s head further into his chest, savouring how the elder felt.  He was soft and firm, soft in the right places, firm in the right places.

“I wish… I wish I didn’t give up so soon… Then maybe… Maybe we could be normal…” Jongwoon muttered, referring to the dream he left behind.  When he’d done that, he’d gone to the only option he had left.  And when one thing led to another, he was hired by a company to star in porn and his fame shot up immediately.  It paid decently and that was all Jongwoon had cared about at that point.  But now, he wanted to turn back and change all his decisions.  Just so he could be with Kyuhyun without hurting the younger as he was now.

“We aren’t normal, Jongwoon.  We’ll never be.  Because normal people can’t fall in love with someone as deeply as I have.” Kyuhyun whispered trying to get his point across.  He was so irrevocably in love that he didn’t care, “Just… Just let me bring you out of that world, love.  Come live with me in my world.”

“How am I going to live in your world, Kyu?  I’ve never finished university, I won’t be able to get a job and I won’t understand you when it comes to work.  I don’t want us to fall apart because I was an idiot in the past.” Jongwoon said softly, gently.  Oh, if only Kyuhyun knew.  If he didn’t think of himself as such a burden he would’ve accepted the offer within a second.

“You weren’t an idiot.  You were heartbroken.  You’d had your dreams crushed.  What were you supposed to do?” Kyuhyun didn’t want to imagine what kind of mess the older boy had been back then.  He had cried every night, his chest hurting from all the positive emotions that had been ripped from within.  The thing that had kept him going was snatched from his small hands, his love abandoning him in the middle of it all.  “You were so brave, love.  And don’t ever forget that.” He pat the messy raven locks, stroking behind the elder’s ear, “Please… Just leave them and come with me.  I’ll help you go through school again and then you can get a job and it’ll all be fine…”

“I want to… I really want to, Kyu.  You… You have no idea… B-But I can’t make you go through so much trouble…” Jongwoon stuttered, trembling from the denial of the one thing he wanted right now.  To be with Kyuhyun, forever.  “Maybe… Maybe one day when my contract ends and I have enough money I can put myself through university… And then maybe we can…”

“No.  I can’t wait that long.  What if you get threatened by your company again?  I won’t stand for it, dammit!” Kyuhyun said, finally raising his voice.  He pulled Jongwoon’s face in his hands and forced the pretty male to look up at him, “You’re mine, Jongwoon.  And nothing will ever change that.  So, stop being stubborn and just take up my offer before I have to kidnap you.”

“This isn’t a joke!” Jongwoon hissed, pushing uselessly against the obviously stronger male.  “I don’t want to be such a fucking burden to you!  Why can’t you understand that my whole life I’ve been some dependent little leech and because of that I’m like this?! If I wasn’t such a love struck fool I wouldn’t have gotten depressed and wouldn’t have quit music school!”

“What’s wrong with being in love?  If you get up and leave me now, I’ll spend the next few weeks of my life drinking myself into oblivion before killing myself.  Didn’t you already do better than that?” Kyuhyun pressed a chaste kiss to Jongwoon’s lips, sucking lovingly on the bottom lips, licking shamelessly along the front of the elder’s teeth, “Stop blaming yourself.  So what if you gave up being a singer?  You can go back and try again.  And I can help you.”

“I don’t want to be such a nuisance.  Can’t you see that?”

“You aren’t a nuisance.  Can’t you see that?”

“I am!  And you’re the last person I want to burden!  Do you know how much you mean to me?” Jongwoon argued,  squeezing tightly onto Kyuhyun’s shoulders, willing him to understand.  One day they may be able to be together like a couple, just not now.  The elder still needed to collect his bearings, figure out what he wanted with his life after his contract finished.

“I know you love me and I love you so fucking much so why can’t I just take you away?” Kyuhyun growled, showing he wasn’t getting his point at all.

“Because as much as you want to protect me, I want to protect you.  And I’m the biggest issue in your life!” There.  There it was.  He was the problem in Kyuhyun’s otherwise perfect life.  Perfect job, perfect apartment, perfect friends, imperfect lover.  It was the only missing puzzle piece.

“You’re not a fucking problem!  You’re the best thing that ever happened to me!” Kyuhyun argued, disbelief written in his caramel eyes.  How could his lover think of such a thing?  How could he be an issue?  He was a blessing.

“Our love is the best thing that’s happened to us.  But I’m the problem, Kyu.  I’ll just give you more and more troubles if I were to leave with you now.” Jongwoon pleaded, snuggling back into the warm arms, praying their tiny argument was finally at its end.  “Please Kyuhyun… Please… I promise… One day… When my contract ends…”

And Kyuhyun wonders what he did to deserve this punishment.

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A/N: Okay… Another random extension of my imagination has been born… Like seriously?  Hahaha.  Well, sweet Kyuhyun is back.  I think the ending was rushed but I decided I needed to finish this TODAY or I’d never get it done.  And the smut was just like o.O lols.  So awkward… Hope you guys liked it!

And I’m sorry for all those Siwon/YeWon lovers!  I made Siwonnie the bad guy >.<

Total Word Count: 6872

PS. Aren’t you glad I managed to update so fast?  Lol.  Please don’t expect this, it won’t happen often :P