Our Lifestyle - Our Pet
Title: Our Lifestyle - Our Pet (part five)
Length: Short chaptered fic (5/5)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun (and in this part, a special extra someone :D)
Kink: Mainly BDSM and everything that comes along with it. :D
A/N: Omg, so I'm finally back and it took me nearly one month to finish this. what is wrong with me and my decreasing efficiency, omg. :/ anyway, this the last part to Our Lifestyle, hope y'all like this part and the whole series! :D if i do get inspiration again, i might write another oneshot in this universe, but this is it, guys. :D ... this is not the best i've written for this series though. :/
i'm pretty busy with schoolwork, and i'll get busier in the coming weeks. ... exams are coming really soon, what is with short terms and semesters. dammit. >.< so, i might or might not be writing and posting, but i think you can kinda expect at least a few updates in the coming weeks. :D hehe, thankyou for reading and commenting and being so patient, guys! me loves you all. <3
andd lastly, this is dedicated to Rah (jaeroticgasm ), as always. :D i had so much fun spending time with you, darling. :D hope we meet again soooon. <3
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Yoochun nods at the waiter as he arrives with their drinks, shots of vodka mixed with juice. Gazing around the dance floor, he spots Jaejoong, crooking a finger at the older man. “Babe,” he greets as Jaejoong slides into the booth beside him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Jaejoong briefly returns the kiss in response, before grabbing a shot glass, downing the contents in one gulp. Amused, Yoochun watches as his lover shifts even closer to him, pressing their hips tightly against each other. “I saw this really hot guy out there,” the breathy whisper tickles his ear, sending shivers down his back.
“Really?” Yoochun comments, eyes flitting towards the dance floor once more. Fluorescent lights bathe the people dancing, the deep thump-thump-thump of the music reverberating through the dark pub. Jaejoong nods, arms wrapping around the younger man’s waist.
“Yeah, and he grinded his ass against me too,” he grins, watching Yoochun’s face for the flash of jealousy and bemusement. Dropping a hand between his boyfriend’s thighs, Jaejoong strokes slowly, teasing Yoochun through the leather of his pants.
“I found him perfect, Chunnie,” Jaejoong murmurs, “Shall we entice him to be ours?”
At this, Yoochun grasps Jaejoong’s wrist, stopping his ministrations. He gazes into the older man’s eyes with a serious stare, lips pursed together in contemplation. “Are you sure, Jae?”
They had discussed about this before, about wanting something fresh and new in their life. Of course, they already had each other, and spicing things up between the two of them would not be a problem. Still, Jaejoong had come up with an idea, something that would need quite a bit of planning and selection. They both had to find the candidate appealing, and he had to be willing as well.
“That ass, baby,” his tongue peeks out to lick his lips as he speaks, “It was just begging me to take it over and over again.” Jaejoong smiles at Yoochun, eyes crinkling slightly. “Come on, I’ll show you.” And then Yoochun finds himself tugged out of the booth by the older man, headed towards the dance floor.
It doesn’t take them very long to find the man Jaejoong noticed, and soon they are dancing in close proximity. “Hey,” the man smirks at Jaejoong, recognizing him from before, “Good to see you again.” The older man just dances even nearer, butt grinding against the man’s clothed arousal. He tilts his head back, whispering against the man’s lips, “The name’s Jaejoong.”
“Yunho,” he replies, and Yoochun can’t help but press up against him as well, front rubbing against the man’s ass. It’s true, what Jaejoong had mentioned, this man really has all the qualities they were looking for. Now, all that was required was his consent.
“I’m Yoochun,” he licks the man’s earlobe, eliciting a quiet moan from him and a chuckle from Jaejoong. “Yoochun’s my lover,” the older man explains, fingers running lightly over Yunho’s thigh as he spins to face him.
“You guys want a threesome?” Yunho mutters, not really sure whether he should undulate his hips to meet Jaejoong’s arousal or grind down on Yoochun’s erection. The younger man licks a stripe of fire down his throat, causing him to moan once again.
“You could say that,” there’s an almost evil glint in Jaejoong’s eyes, promises of much, much more, “The threesome we’d have is different, though.”
An eyebrow is raised as Yunho queries, “Oh? In what way?”
Leaning close to him, Jaejoong grins, “Let me give you a hint.”
“Yoochun’s my Master.”
****
Approximately an hour later, Yunho finds himself naked, standing in the middle of Yoochun and Jaejoong’s living area. Somehow or other, the pair had managed to convince him to go home with them, to join them for a night. And he hadn’t refused. He’s curious about this type of lifestyle.
Yunho busies himself with watching Yoochun prepare equipment and items for the night’s play, an array of toys and other trinkets laid out on their couch and coffee table. Jaejoong stands beside him, naked as well. They’re all silent, but Yunho catches the slight hitch in the submissive man’s breathing when Yoochun selects certain items.
Once he’s done, Yoochun beckons Jaejoong over, reaching overhead to lower something down from the ceiling. “Raise your arms, Jaejoong,” comes the quiet command, not fierce, at least not yet. Jaejoong obeys, allowing Yoochun to cuff his wrists together above his head, the handcuffs chained to a metal plate affixed on the ceiling.
Trailing his fingers down Jaejoong’s arms, over his neck and chest, Yoochun dips his head slightly to kiss the submissive man, lips sliding sensually over each other. Yunho observes them, pupils widening with lust, breath quickening as he catches sight of their tongues engaging in an erotic tango. His arousal lengthens to a full hard, pressing against taut abs.
A gasp lodges in his throat when Yoochun wraps slender fingers around Jaejoong’s erection, fisting unhurriedly. It’s almost as if the dominant man is stroking his arousal, Yunho nearly feeling the warmth, the slow strokes. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t understand how these two lovers enraptured him into their fantasy, their world so easily. Still, it’s pleasure, and Yunho thinks he might just be able to fully trust Yoochun and Jaejoong.
Yoochun breaks their kiss, albeit a little reluctantly, padding the few steps to reach the coffee table. His gaze meets Yunho’s as he grasps three items, desire burning in his chocolate orbs. Somehow, Yunho’s heart skips a beat, Yoochun chuckling as he returns to Jaejoong’s side.
“Master…” the submissive man breathes, exhaling deeply as Yoochun rounds him, slicking a toy with lube. A coated finger breaches Jaejoong, eliciting a quiet moan from his lips. Then two are stretching him, scissoring and grazing across his hypersensitive gland. When Yoochun deems Jaejoong prepared, the fingers inside him disappear, whine escaping in their loss.
Pressing himself against Jaejoong’s back, Yoochun murmurs into his ear, “Look at Yunho. Look at him as I push the dildo into you.” And Jaejoong obeys, gazing through half-lidded eyes as he watches Yunho watching them. Their eyes meet as Yoochun gradually presses the toy into his passage, filling him so fully, so satisfyingly.
Yoochun then rolls a cock ring down Jaejoong’s length, the submissive man showing little reaction. It’s as if he’s already used to it, Yunho muses, continuing to observe as a wide leather strip of sorts is wrapped around the base of Jaejoong’s scrotum, pulling his testicles away from his body. Gaze flitting to Jaejoong’s face, Yunho finds the submissive man’s mouth wide open in a silent shout, eyes tightly shut as the sensations flow over him.
“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” Yoochun ensures the ball stretcher is firmly secured, snugly fitted. He stands from his crouched position, striding over to stand right before Yunho, nearly touching him. Staring into the dominant man’s eyes, Yunho can’t help but lean forward, capturing his lips within his own.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Yoochun’s startled when he feels Yunho’s tongue brush against the seam of his lips, seeking access. But he quickly recovers, gaining dominance of the kiss; hands coming up to pull the man flush against himself. Fingers dance slowly but surely down Yunho’s spine, dipping into the crack of his ass.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a wonderful ass?” he queries, tongue trailing a line of fire down the shell of Yunho’s ear. The other man doesn’t give an answer, only a low groan escaping as Yoochun rubs his fingertip against the hidden pucker, pressing in a little. Breaking away, Yoochun reaches for the bottle of lube, pouring more viscous liquid onto his fingers.
Then he returns to Yunho, kissing the other man once more. This time, Yunho submits readily, leaning into the dominant man’s embrace as he is penetrated. Yoochun slides a finger in, slowly pumping in and out, allowing him to adjust. And when Yunho grunts, another two fingers are added in succession, stretching him.
He whimpers as the fingers are lost, cheeks flushing at his wanton behaviour. Yoochun chuckles deeply once more, reaching for a silky black blindfold. “Trust us, Yunho,” he whispers, tying the blindfold over Yunho’s eyes, rendering him unable to see. Turning his head slightly, Yoochun meets Jaejoong’s heated gaze, the submissive man watching from his position.
“Look at him, Joongie,” he addresses Jaejoong, arm draping itself around Yunho’s waist, leading him to where his lover is bound. “Look at him, so ready for what we have to give.” Yoochun’s tongue runs along the shell of Yunho’s ear again, causing him to inhale a deep breath; breaking into a moan as the dominant man fists his arousal slowly, unhurriedly.
“Shh, don’t worry,” Jaejoong cajoles as Yoochun lifts Yunho’s arms as well, handcuffs snapping around his wrists. They’re now bound to the same metal plate on the ceiling, unable to shift much without touching the other. And then Yoochun’s fingers are pushing back inside his entrance, scissoring one last time before Yunho feels a weight press against his pucker.
The dildo slides in smoothly, Yoochun seating it all the way in. A cock ring is pushed down his erection as well, Yunho’s chest heaving as he tries to relax, forces himself to trust Yoochun and Jaejoong, trust that they wouldn’t hurt him. Yoochun notices Yunho’s anxiety, nodding at Jaejoong to console him.
Jaejoong tilts his head up to the taller man, planting a kiss on Yunho’s lips. Their tongues meet, lips locking in a passionate tango. The submissive man tastes different compared to Yoochun, sweeter and like forbidden honey. Yunho loses himself in the kiss, not realising that Yoochun’s fastened a similar ball stretcher around his scrotum.
There’s a sharp tug of pain when he finally becomes conscious of it, a protracted moan educed. It’s as if a heavy weight is yanking on his testicles, forcing them away from his self. “I know it’s painful,” Yunho hears the small smile in Jaejoong’s voice, the gentle tone consoling him, “But you’ll get used to it.”
Before long, Yunho finds that what Jaejoong says is true, the pain dulling into just a slight tug. He feels rather awkward though, as if he’s truly enjoying the pain-pleasure Yoochun’s inflicted on him. “Don’t fret, Yunho,” Jaejoong’s whisper comes to his ear once more, “In our world, this is normal.”
Yoochun clears his throat loudly, catching the attention of both his submissives. “I’m in charge here, remember that,” he states, nearly growls. Jaejoong’s head dips, eyes trained on the carpet as he apologizes for his ignorance.
“What about you, Yunho?” Gripping onto a paddle, Yoochun stands behind Yunho, not close enough to caress him. Yunho bites his lower lip, nervous and tense. He knows that he has to apologise as well, submitting himself to the dominant man, but his self-pride prevents him from action. He’s not used to this, not used to giving up total control.
“Come on, Yunho,” Jaejoong breathes, voice much softer than before, “Let go.” Yunho’s pretty sure that Yoochun heard what the submissive man had murmured, even though there’s no reaction from him, no reprimand or chide. Perhaps they’re waiting for him to willingly submit, willingly lay down his pride to them.
A few minutes of silence pass before Yoochun enquires once again, “What about you, Yunho?” And this time Yunho has an answer ready for him.
“Sorry, Master.”
Yoochun glances over Yunho’s shoulder, meeting Jaejoong’s gaze. The older man is beaming, eyes crinkling in delight. Returning the smile, Yoochun decides that Yunho’s the one for them. He’s satisfied with Jaejoong’s choice.
Still, the play must go on; they have to assess whether Yunho’s strong and willing enough for maybe a whole lifetime of such rough sex and power exchange.
“Apologies accepted,” Yoochun states sternly, Yunho imagining the dominant man planting his hands on his hips. “But I’ll still have to punish the both of you. Disobedience is not accepted when I’m in charge.” With that, he raises the leather paddle, bringing it down on Yunho’s buttocks.
The force of the blow isn’t the hardest Yoochun could make it to be, but Yunho yells at the impact, shocked. He nearly loses his balance, dropping forward to lean against Jaejoong. He’s not used to this, not used to being beaten and whipped so harshly. Jaejoong whispers a few comforting and encouraging words into his ear, lips stealing a nibble at his earlobe.
Yoochun sneers, playing the part of a sadistic Dom expertly, “You’re already making so much noise, Yunho! And that was only number one; how the hell are you going to survive if you want to match up to us?” At this, Yunho’s self-pride is wounded, anger sending shivers over his skin.
“Master, if you want to spank me, do it well,” he growls, lifting his weight off Jaejoong and standing firmly, “I can take it.”
And Yoochun nods in agreement, “Very well.”
The dominant man puts his whole body into the next few whips, counting them aloud as he marks Yunho’s back and ass. He tries not to moan, tries not to make as much noise as before, but to no avail. Yunho writhes, shaking as Yoochun continues to whip him thoroughly, tears escaping his eyes when a particularly harsh lash lands across his buttocks.
Noticing pleasure flit over Yunho’s face even in the midst of his being spanked, Jaejoong shuffles slightly closer to him, heightening the experience as their arousals rub incessantly against each other, sending them nearer and nearer to the brink of insanity. When Yoochun reaches number twenty, he ceases, stepping flush against Yunho’s back.
“You asked for it, Yunho,” he murmurs as his hand creeps between Yunho and Jaejoong, fisting both their erections together. His other hand sneaks between Yunho’s butt cheeks, slowly pumping the dildo in and out as Yoochun presses a kiss to his cheek, before seeking out Jaejoong’s lips. Yunho catches the wet sounds of tongues sliding hungrily over each other, all the sensations catapulting him towards orgasm.
Yunho’s hips involuntarily thrust up and down as he nears release, and he almost tastes the freefalling sensation of orgasm. Then it’s all abruptly stopped, the cock ring on his length preventing him from coming. A deep chuckle he indentifies as Yoochun’s sounds by his ear, and Yunho lets out a long breath, chest heaving from denied pleasure.
All of a sudden, the warmth surrounding him is lost, Yoochun rounding the bound men to stand behind Jaejoong. “Your turn, babe,” is all the warning he gives, then there’s a whipping through the air, Jaejoong crying out moments later. The submissive man lurches forward at the blow as well, Yunho gasping as he worries if Jaejoong is alright.
“I’m fine,” comes the murmur before the weight on his front is relieved, Jaejoong standing upright once again. Yoochun resumes his punishment, marking Jaejoong the way he did Yunho, eliciting whimpers from him, but nothing more. Yunho regains normal breathing just as Yoochun strikes number twenty, dropping the leather paddle to the carpet.
Jaejoong lets out a moan as Yoochun presses himself against him, pulling and pushing the dildo in and out like he did to Yunho before. The two submissives’ arousals are captured in Yoochun’s hand once more, stroked and fisted till they are squirming, nearly begging him for release.
Smirking, Yoochun licks a line up Jaejoong’s neck, finger flicking the switch on the base of the dildo. Jaejoong instantly lets out a protesting whine, hips rolling to meet Yoochun’s. Then Yunho’s moaning as well, the dildo in him suddenly coming alive, sending vibrations up his spine.
“M-master…” Yunho manages to breath, at the end of his wits. He needs to come, needs to orgasm so badly. Raising an eyebrow, Yoochun trails fingers up Yunho’s side, asking, “What is it, Yunho?”
“F-fuck me, pl-please…” Jaejoong groans at Yunho’s plead, turned on by his wanton and needy request. Yoochun squeezes the heads of their cocks in acknowledgement, causing whimpers from both men. He reaches up, releasing Jaejoong from his bonds. Their eyes meet, and instantly, Jaejoong knows what he has to do.
Yoochun switches off the vibrator buzzing in Yunho, tugging it out unhurriedly. Doing the same for his own, Jaejoong awaits his lover’s command. As soon as they’re positioned, Yoochun nods at Jaejoong, “Now!”
Yunho screams as he’s penetrated and surrounded at the same time, the combined sensation of filling and being filled overwhelming his supremely aroused self. Then at Yoochun’s next order, Jaejoong shifts his hips forward, Yunho’s length leaving himself. Yoochun pulls out in the same moment, and in the next, they slam back onto him in synchrony.
Before long, Yunho’s reduced to incoherent moans and whines, begging to be allowed orgasm. Jaejoong moans as well, fucking himself on Yunho’s arousal, forcefully impaling himself and abusing his own prostate. He loves it, loves the feeling of being pounded into. And he finds that the noises Yunho makes are like music to him as well, eyes tightly shut as he breaks into a rapid speed, hand fisting himself frantically.
Yoochun’s plunging into Yunho at the same time, reveling in the heat of the other man. It’s different as compared to the feeling of Jaejoong around him, yet the sensations are equally arousing. Soon, Yoochun’s racing towards orgasm, noting in the corner of his mind that Jaejoong is close as well.
“Chunnie!” Jaejoong screams as Yoochun reaches around to tug off his cock ring, exploding into his own hand. In turn, the dominant man releases into Yunho’s passage, filling the other man completely.
Yunho continues to buck his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Yoochun and thrusting into Jaejoong. “Beg me to let you come,” Yoochun breathes into his ear, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist.
“Please, Master, pl-please let me come!” Yunho shouts deliriously. And at that, Yoochun removes the cock ring in a flash, Yunho letting out a long yell as he orgasms, a bright white light flashing before his eyes. Then it’s all over, Yoochun stroking his length leisurely as he recovers, chest heaving.
Jaejoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s sides, fingers brushing across Yoochun’s bare torso. “Are you alright?” he inquires, pecking Yunho on his lips. Yoochun’s mouth latches onto his throat once more, laving and sucking. It’s a loving gesture, a stark contrast to his controlling personality a few minutes before.
Nodding, Yunho dips his head slightly, meeting Jaejoong’s lips. They kiss, tongues engaging in a sensual tango, slow and sweet. Yoochun’s arms find their way to the small of Jaejoong’s back, the two of them encasing Yunho in their snug embrace.
A few minutes later, Yoochun releases Yunho’s binds, gently massaging his overworked arm muscles. The blindfold is next, Yunho’s head dropping onto Jaejoong’s shoulder as it is removed. He sighs, basking in their tender caress, the loving care they shower upon him. It’s an amazing ending to their night of play, a relief after their rendezvous.
“Join us, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispers into his ear, pressing a light kiss there, “We’ll take care of you.”
“We’ll be good Masters, Yunho,” another pair of lips brush over his other ear, Yoochun murmuring a promise, “We’ll take you to your furthest limits and fulfill your deepest fantasies. We’ll make you want more, so much more. And you’ll find so much pleasure, that you’ll never want to leave, baby.”
Together, they breathe the words Yunho’s been longing to hear for years. “We love you, Yunho. We do.”
“Yunho, be our pet.”
“Be ours.”
****
Length: Short chaptered fic (5/5)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun (and in this part, a special extra someone :D)
Kink: Mainly BDSM and everything that comes along with it. :D
A/N: Omg, so I'm finally back and it took me nearly one month to finish this. what is wrong with me and my decreasing efficiency, omg. :/ anyway, this the last part to Our Lifestyle, hope y'all like this part and the whole series! :D if i do get inspiration again, i might write another oneshot in this universe, but this is it, guys. :D ... this is not the best i've written for this series though. :/
i'm pretty busy with schoolwork, and i'll get busier in the coming weeks. ... exams are coming really soon, what is with short terms and semesters. dammit. >.< so, i might or might not be writing and posting, but i think you can kinda expect at least a few updates in the coming weeks. :D hehe, thankyou for reading and commenting and being so patient, guys! me loves you all. <3
andd lastly, this is dedicated to Rah (jaeroticgasm ), as always. :D i had so much fun spending time with you, darling. :D hope we meet again soooon. <3
****
Yoochun nods at the waiter as he arrives with their drinks, shots of vodka mixed with juice. Gazing around the dance floor, he spots Jaejoong, crooking a finger at the older man. “Babe,” he greets as Jaejoong slides into the booth beside him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Jaejoong briefly returns the kiss in response, before grabbing a shot glass, downing the contents in one gulp. Amused, Yoochun watches as his lover shifts even closer to him, pressing their hips tightly against each other. “I saw this really hot guy out there,” the breathy whisper tickles his ear, sending shivers down his back.
“Really?” Yoochun comments, eyes flitting towards the dance floor once more. Fluorescent lights bathe the people dancing, the deep thump-thump-thump of the music reverberating through the dark pub. Jaejoong nods, arms wrapping around the younger man’s waist.
“Yeah, and he grinded his ass against me too,” he grins, watching Yoochun’s face for the flash of jealousy and bemusement. Dropping a hand between his boyfriend’s thighs, Jaejoong strokes slowly, teasing Yoochun through the leather of his pants.
“I found him perfect, Chunnie,” Jaejoong murmurs, “Shall we entice him to be ours?”
At this, Yoochun grasps Jaejoong’s wrist, stopping his ministrations. He gazes into the older man’s eyes with a serious stare, lips pursed together in contemplation. “Are you sure, Jae?”
They had discussed about this before, about wanting something fresh and new in their life. Of course, they already had each other, and spicing things up between the two of them would not be a problem. Still, Jaejoong had come up with an idea, something that would need quite a bit of planning and selection. They both had to find the candidate appealing, and he had to be willing as well.
“That ass, baby,” his tongue peeks out to lick his lips as he speaks, “It was just begging me to take it over and over again.” Jaejoong smiles at Yoochun, eyes crinkling slightly. “Come on, I’ll show you.” And then Yoochun finds himself tugged out of the booth by the older man, headed towards the dance floor.
It doesn’t take them very long to find the man Jaejoong noticed, and soon they are dancing in close proximity. “Hey,” the man smirks at Jaejoong, recognizing him from before, “Good to see you again.” The older man just dances even nearer, butt grinding against the man’s clothed arousal. He tilts his head back, whispering against the man’s lips, “The name’s Jaejoong.”
“Yunho,” he replies, and Yoochun can’t help but press up against him as well, front rubbing against the man’s ass. It’s true, what Jaejoong had mentioned, this man really has all the qualities they were looking for. Now, all that was required was his consent.
“I’m Yoochun,” he licks the man’s earlobe, eliciting a quiet moan from him and a chuckle from Jaejoong. “Yoochun’s my lover,” the older man explains, fingers running lightly over Yunho’s thigh as he spins to face him.
“You guys want a threesome?” Yunho mutters, not really sure whether he should undulate his hips to meet Jaejoong’s arousal or grind down on Yoochun’s erection. The younger man licks a stripe of fire down his throat, causing him to moan once again.
“You could say that,” there’s an almost evil glint in Jaejoong’s eyes, promises of much, much more, “The threesome we’d have is different, though.”
An eyebrow is raised as Yunho queries, “Oh? In what way?”
Leaning close to him, Jaejoong grins, “Let me give you a hint.”
“Yoochun’s my Master.”
****
Approximately an hour later, Yunho finds himself naked, standing in the middle of Yoochun and Jaejoong’s living area. Somehow or other, the pair had managed to convince him to go home with them, to join them for a night. And he hadn’t refused. He’s curious about this type of lifestyle.
Yunho busies himself with watching Yoochun prepare equipment and items for the night’s play, an array of toys and other trinkets laid out on their couch and coffee table. Jaejoong stands beside him, naked as well. They’re all silent, but Yunho catches the slight hitch in the submissive man’s breathing when Yoochun selects certain items.
Once he’s done, Yoochun beckons Jaejoong over, reaching overhead to lower something down from the ceiling. “Raise your arms, Jaejoong,” comes the quiet command, not fierce, at least not yet. Jaejoong obeys, allowing Yoochun to cuff his wrists together above his head, the handcuffs chained to a metal plate affixed on the ceiling.
Trailing his fingers down Jaejoong’s arms, over his neck and chest, Yoochun dips his head slightly to kiss the submissive man, lips sliding sensually over each other. Yunho observes them, pupils widening with lust, breath quickening as he catches sight of their tongues engaging in an erotic tango. His arousal lengthens to a full hard, pressing against taut abs.
A gasp lodges in his throat when Yoochun wraps slender fingers around Jaejoong’s erection, fisting unhurriedly. It’s almost as if the dominant man is stroking his arousal, Yunho nearly feeling the warmth, the slow strokes. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t understand how these two lovers enraptured him into their fantasy, their world so easily. Still, it’s pleasure, and Yunho thinks he might just be able to fully trust Yoochun and Jaejoong.
Yoochun breaks their kiss, albeit a little reluctantly, padding the few steps to reach the coffee table. His gaze meets Yunho’s as he grasps three items, desire burning in his chocolate orbs. Somehow, Yunho’s heart skips a beat, Yoochun chuckling as he returns to Jaejoong’s side.
“Master…” the submissive man breathes, exhaling deeply as Yoochun rounds him, slicking a toy with lube. A coated finger breaches Jaejoong, eliciting a quiet moan from his lips. Then two are stretching him, scissoring and grazing across his hypersensitive gland. When Yoochun deems Jaejoong prepared, the fingers inside him disappear, whine escaping in their loss.
Pressing himself against Jaejoong’s back, Yoochun murmurs into his ear, “Look at Yunho. Look at him as I push the dildo into you.” And Jaejoong obeys, gazing through half-lidded eyes as he watches Yunho watching them. Their eyes meet as Yoochun gradually presses the toy into his passage, filling him so fully, so satisfyingly.
Yoochun then rolls a cock ring down Jaejoong’s length, the submissive man showing little reaction. It’s as if he’s already used to it, Yunho muses, continuing to observe as a wide leather strip of sorts is wrapped around the base of Jaejoong’s scrotum, pulling his testicles away from his body. Gaze flitting to Jaejoong’s face, Yunho finds the submissive man’s mouth wide open in a silent shout, eyes tightly shut as the sensations flow over him.
“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” Yoochun ensures the ball stretcher is firmly secured, snugly fitted. He stands from his crouched position, striding over to stand right before Yunho, nearly touching him. Staring into the dominant man’s eyes, Yunho can’t help but lean forward, capturing his lips within his own.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Yoochun’s startled when he feels Yunho’s tongue brush against the seam of his lips, seeking access. But he quickly recovers, gaining dominance of the kiss; hands coming up to pull the man flush against himself. Fingers dance slowly but surely down Yunho’s spine, dipping into the crack of his ass.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a wonderful ass?” he queries, tongue trailing a line of fire down the shell of Yunho’s ear. The other man doesn’t give an answer, only a low groan escaping as Yoochun rubs his fingertip against the hidden pucker, pressing in a little. Breaking away, Yoochun reaches for the bottle of lube, pouring more viscous liquid onto his fingers.
Then he returns to Yunho, kissing the other man once more. This time, Yunho submits readily, leaning into the dominant man’s embrace as he is penetrated. Yoochun slides a finger in, slowly pumping in and out, allowing him to adjust. And when Yunho grunts, another two fingers are added in succession, stretching him.
He whimpers as the fingers are lost, cheeks flushing at his wanton behaviour. Yoochun chuckles deeply once more, reaching for a silky black blindfold. “Trust us, Yunho,” he whispers, tying the blindfold over Yunho’s eyes, rendering him unable to see. Turning his head slightly, Yoochun meets Jaejoong’s heated gaze, the submissive man watching from his position.
“Look at him, Joongie,” he addresses Jaejoong, arm draping itself around Yunho’s waist, leading him to where his lover is bound. “Look at him, so ready for what we have to give.” Yoochun’s tongue runs along the shell of Yunho’s ear again, causing him to inhale a deep breath; breaking into a moan as the dominant man fists his arousal slowly, unhurriedly.
“Shh, don’t worry,” Jaejoong cajoles as Yoochun lifts Yunho’s arms as well, handcuffs snapping around his wrists. They’re now bound to the same metal plate on the ceiling, unable to shift much without touching the other. And then Yoochun’s fingers are pushing back inside his entrance, scissoring one last time before Yunho feels a weight press against his pucker.
The dildo slides in smoothly, Yoochun seating it all the way in. A cock ring is pushed down his erection as well, Yunho’s chest heaving as he tries to relax, forces himself to trust Yoochun and Jaejoong, trust that they wouldn’t hurt him. Yoochun notices Yunho’s anxiety, nodding at Jaejoong to console him.
Jaejoong tilts his head up to the taller man, planting a kiss on Yunho’s lips. Their tongues meet, lips locking in a passionate tango. The submissive man tastes different compared to Yoochun, sweeter and like forbidden honey. Yunho loses himself in the kiss, not realising that Yoochun’s fastened a similar ball stretcher around his scrotum.
There’s a sharp tug of pain when he finally becomes conscious of it, a protracted moan educed. It’s as if a heavy weight is yanking on his testicles, forcing them away from his self. “I know it’s painful,” Yunho hears the small smile in Jaejoong’s voice, the gentle tone consoling him, “But you’ll get used to it.”
Before long, Yunho finds that what Jaejoong says is true, the pain dulling into just a slight tug. He feels rather awkward though, as if he’s truly enjoying the pain-pleasure Yoochun’s inflicted on him. “Don’t fret, Yunho,” Jaejoong’s whisper comes to his ear once more, “In our world, this is normal.”
Yoochun clears his throat loudly, catching the attention of both his submissives. “I’m in charge here, remember that,” he states, nearly growls. Jaejoong’s head dips, eyes trained on the carpet as he apologizes for his ignorance.
“What about you, Yunho?” Gripping onto a paddle, Yoochun stands behind Yunho, not close enough to caress him. Yunho bites his lower lip, nervous and tense. He knows that he has to apologise as well, submitting himself to the dominant man, but his self-pride prevents him from action. He’s not used to this, not used to giving up total control.
“Come on, Yunho,” Jaejoong breathes, voice much softer than before, “Let go.” Yunho’s pretty sure that Yoochun heard what the submissive man had murmured, even though there’s no reaction from him, no reprimand or chide. Perhaps they’re waiting for him to willingly submit, willingly lay down his pride to them.
A few minutes of silence pass before Yoochun enquires once again, “What about you, Yunho?” And this time Yunho has an answer ready for him.
“Sorry, Master.”
Yoochun glances over Yunho’s shoulder, meeting Jaejoong’s gaze. The older man is beaming, eyes crinkling in delight. Returning the smile, Yoochun decides that Yunho’s the one for them. He’s satisfied with Jaejoong’s choice.
Still, the play must go on; they have to assess whether Yunho’s strong and willing enough for maybe a whole lifetime of such rough sex and power exchange.
“Apologies accepted,” Yoochun states sternly, Yunho imagining the dominant man planting his hands on his hips. “But I’ll still have to punish the both of you. Disobedience is not accepted when I’m in charge.” With that, he raises the leather paddle, bringing it down on Yunho’s buttocks.
The force of the blow isn’t the hardest Yoochun could make it to be, but Yunho yells at the impact, shocked. He nearly loses his balance, dropping forward to lean against Jaejoong. He’s not used to this, not used to being beaten and whipped so harshly. Jaejoong whispers a few comforting and encouraging words into his ear, lips stealing a nibble at his earlobe.
Yoochun sneers, playing the part of a sadistic Dom expertly, “You’re already making so much noise, Yunho! And that was only number one; how the hell are you going to survive if you want to match up to us?” At this, Yunho’s self-pride is wounded, anger sending shivers over his skin.
“Master, if you want to spank me, do it well,” he growls, lifting his weight off Jaejoong and standing firmly, “I can take it.”
And Yoochun nods in agreement, “Very well.”
The dominant man puts his whole body into the next few whips, counting them aloud as he marks Yunho’s back and ass. He tries not to moan, tries not to make as much noise as before, but to no avail. Yunho writhes, shaking as Yoochun continues to whip him thoroughly, tears escaping his eyes when a particularly harsh lash lands across his buttocks.
Noticing pleasure flit over Yunho’s face even in the midst of his being spanked, Jaejoong shuffles slightly closer to him, heightening the experience as their arousals rub incessantly against each other, sending them nearer and nearer to the brink of insanity. When Yoochun reaches number twenty, he ceases, stepping flush against Yunho’s back.
“You asked for it, Yunho,” he murmurs as his hand creeps between Yunho and Jaejoong, fisting both their erections together. His other hand sneaks between Yunho’s butt cheeks, slowly pumping the dildo in and out as Yoochun presses a kiss to his cheek, before seeking out Jaejoong’s lips. Yunho catches the wet sounds of tongues sliding hungrily over each other, all the sensations catapulting him towards orgasm.
Yunho’s hips involuntarily thrust up and down as he nears release, and he almost tastes the freefalling sensation of orgasm. Then it’s all abruptly stopped, the cock ring on his length preventing him from coming. A deep chuckle he indentifies as Yoochun’s sounds by his ear, and Yunho lets out a long breath, chest heaving from denied pleasure.
All of a sudden, the warmth surrounding him is lost, Yoochun rounding the bound men to stand behind Jaejoong. “Your turn, babe,” is all the warning he gives, then there’s a whipping through the air, Jaejoong crying out moments later. The submissive man lurches forward at the blow as well, Yunho gasping as he worries if Jaejoong is alright.
“I’m fine,” comes the murmur before the weight on his front is relieved, Jaejoong standing upright once again. Yoochun resumes his punishment, marking Jaejoong the way he did Yunho, eliciting whimpers from him, but nothing more. Yunho regains normal breathing just as Yoochun strikes number twenty, dropping the leather paddle to the carpet.
Jaejoong lets out a moan as Yoochun presses himself against him, pulling and pushing the dildo in and out like he did to Yunho before. The two submissives’ arousals are captured in Yoochun’s hand once more, stroked and fisted till they are squirming, nearly begging him for release.
Smirking, Yoochun licks a line up Jaejoong’s neck, finger flicking the switch on the base of the dildo. Jaejoong instantly lets out a protesting whine, hips rolling to meet Yoochun’s. Then Yunho’s moaning as well, the dildo in him suddenly coming alive, sending vibrations up his spine.
“M-master…” Yunho manages to breath, at the end of his wits. He needs to come, needs to orgasm so badly. Raising an eyebrow, Yoochun trails fingers up Yunho’s side, asking, “What is it, Yunho?”
“F-fuck me, pl-please…” Jaejoong groans at Yunho’s plead, turned on by his wanton and needy request. Yoochun squeezes the heads of their cocks in acknowledgement, causing whimpers from both men. He reaches up, releasing Jaejoong from his bonds. Their eyes meet, and instantly, Jaejoong knows what he has to do.
Yoochun switches off the vibrator buzzing in Yunho, tugging it out unhurriedly. Doing the same for his own, Jaejoong awaits his lover’s command. As soon as they’re positioned, Yoochun nods at Jaejoong, “Now!”
Yunho screams as he’s penetrated and surrounded at the same time, the combined sensation of filling and being filled overwhelming his supremely aroused self. Then at Yoochun’s next order, Jaejoong shifts his hips forward, Yunho’s length leaving himself. Yoochun pulls out in the same moment, and in the next, they slam back onto him in synchrony.
Before long, Yunho’s reduced to incoherent moans and whines, begging to be allowed orgasm. Jaejoong moans as well, fucking himself on Yunho’s arousal, forcefully impaling himself and abusing his own prostate. He loves it, loves the feeling of being pounded into. And he finds that the noises Yunho makes are like music to him as well, eyes tightly shut as he breaks into a rapid speed, hand fisting himself frantically.
Yoochun’s plunging into Yunho at the same time, reveling in the heat of the other man. It’s different as compared to the feeling of Jaejoong around him, yet the sensations are equally arousing. Soon, Yoochun’s racing towards orgasm, noting in the corner of his mind that Jaejoong is close as well.
“Chunnie!” Jaejoong screams as Yoochun reaches around to tug off his cock ring, exploding into his own hand. In turn, the dominant man releases into Yunho’s passage, filling the other man completely.
Yunho continues to buck his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Yoochun and thrusting into Jaejoong. “Beg me to let you come,” Yoochun breathes into his ear, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist.
“Please, Master, pl-please let me come!” Yunho shouts deliriously. And at that, Yoochun removes the cock ring in a flash, Yunho letting out a long yell as he orgasms, a bright white light flashing before his eyes. Then it’s all over, Yoochun stroking his length leisurely as he recovers, chest heaving.
Jaejoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s sides, fingers brushing across Yoochun’s bare torso. “Are you alright?” he inquires, pecking Yunho on his lips. Yoochun’s mouth latches onto his throat once more, laving and sucking. It’s a loving gesture, a stark contrast to his controlling personality a few minutes before.
Nodding, Yunho dips his head slightly, meeting Jaejoong’s lips. They kiss, tongues engaging in a sensual tango, slow and sweet. Yoochun’s arms find their way to the small of Jaejoong’s back, the two of them encasing Yunho in their snug embrace.
A few minutes later, Yoochun releases Yunho’s binds, gently massaging his overworked arm muscles. The blindfold is next, Yunho’s head dropping onto Jaejoong’s shoulder as it is removed. He sighs, basking in their tender caress, the loving care they shower upon him. It’s an amazing ending to their night of play, a relief after their rendezvous.
“Join us, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispers into his ear, pressing a light kiss there, “We’ll take care of you.”
“We’ll be good Masters, Yunho,” another pair of lips brush over his other ear, Yoochun murmuring a promise, “We’ll take you to your furthest limits and fulfill your deepest fantasies. We’ll make you want more, so much more. And you’ll find so much pleasure, that you’ll never want to leave, baby.”
Together, they breathe the words Yunho’s been longing to hear for years. “We love you, Yunho. We do.”
“Yunho, be our pet.”
“Be ours.”
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