Licensed Companions FIVE
At Choi Academy & Agency, we believe in the best. We believe in giving our customers only the very best; thus we train our boys and girls to be the best. They are cultivated to be all-rounded, excelling in all aspects of life - academically, socially, aesthetically, in sports and games, and in activities of the bedroom. Through perfecting a match between them and our customers, we give our boys and girls an opportunity to shower love and concern. We ensure that you will find someone who can be a friend, a companion, and a lover.
yunho/jaejoong; yoochun/junsu; hankyung/heechul.
in this part - hankyung/jaejoong/yoochun andd yunho/jaejoong!
romance, fluff, crack, smut.
overall NC17 for smut.
author's note - alrighty! ((: this is the long-awaited FIVE, where the actual pairings start to come out hoho! ((: introduction of Yunho/Jaejoong here! ((: andd there's like a little bit of JaeHanChun smut. hoho. ((: Junsu and Heechul will come out in the next chapter, yes. (: also, slightly shorter than the other chapters, but ah. shall try to make up for it in SIX. (: comments are like the best thing ever. <3 and so are quotebacks, so if you'd like, make me happy with them? ((:
also, I'm looking for a photo with Hankyung and Heechul in it! Like either Heechul's kissing Hankyung (on the cheek) or something like that. ((: Thankyou! <3
PROLOGUE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.
character gallery.
FIVE.
Yoochun thrust a few more times into the eldest boy, before arching his back and allowing his release to spill inside Jaejoong’s pliant body. Hankyung also tensed, come running down Jaejoong’s throat as the eldest worked to swallow. Reaching below Jaejoong, Yoochun tugged on the cock ring fixed around the base of the eldest boy’s arousal, fisting roughly a few times as Jaejoong exploded onto the sheets.
They collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly spent. Jaejoong lay in between his two dongsaengs, chest heaving as they ran comforting hands up and down his torso, dipping into crevices and caressing muscles. Hankyung captured his lips in a kiss, Yoochun joining as much as he could, tongue pushing into Jaejoong’s mouth as well.
Two months had passed since Hankyung’s first review test with Shiwon, and their lives in the mansion had become reasonably busier, with schoolwork piling up and practically taking over majority of their time. Times like this were getting increasingly rare, when Jaejoong, Yoochun and Hankyung could just stay in their suite and not worry about the time and make love over and over again.
“I don’t want to leave you two,” Jaejoong murmured as they broke away, Yoochun laying a last kiss to his cheek. Hankyung’s eyebrows furrowed, that was something Jaejoong didn’t say very often. They hadn’t been able to chat and catch up the past two weeks, Jaejoong always returning late into the night when Hankyung and Yoochun were already asleep.
“Hyung… Why’re you saying that?” he enquired, snuggling into the crevice between Jaejoong’s neck and shoulder, “It’s not like we’re going to be leaving the mansion anytime soon.”
Jaejoong sighed, eyes sliding shut. Yoochun comprehended the thoughts running through the eldest boy’s head, knowing exactly what he was trying to put across. “Hannie,” Yoochun muttered, “It’s Jae-hyung that’s going to leave soon, not us.”
Hankyung gasped in surprise, turning towards Jaejoong for confirmation. The eldest boy nodded, letting out another sigh. “I’m being courted, Hannie-yah,” he admitted, “His name’s Jung Yunho. It’s already been going on for two and a half weeks. Chances are, I’m going to be employed as his LC.”
Yoochun spooned the eldest boy towards himself, arms wrapping tightly around Jaejoong’s waist as he breathed into his ear. “But hyung,” he whispered, “Are you happy with him?”
Jaejoong smiled, nodding slightly. “I am,” the eldest boy answered, “He’s nice, and serious about wanting to love me and take care of me. And rich.” Hankyung could not help but chuckle at his hyung’s delight at the fact that his future owner was wealthy, even though a certain feeling tugged at his heartstrings, leaving him disappointed and sad.
Catching Hankyung’s downcast eyes, Jaejoong immediately reached out, pulling the youngest boy closer to himself. “Hannie,” he consoled, “Don’t be too sad. We’re all here for a reason, right? And my dream - our dreams - is finally going to come true. I’m going to be employed.”
Hankyung leaned in to plant a kiss on Jaejoong’s lips, Yoochun placing a similar one on the edge of Jaejoong’s jaw. “Alright, hyung,” he promised, “I won’t. But make sure he’s nice to you. Or else… I’d find a way to castrate him then snatch you back.”
The three burst out into a fit of chuckles at Hankyung’s threat, hands groping each other’s bodies once more. Jaejoong broke away, sitting up. “I need to go get ready, Chun-ah, Hannie-yah,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than before, “He’s coming tonight - as with every night - and I’m meeting him at The Love Bar.”
Yoochun pushed himself off the bed as well, giving Jaejoong a bear hug and an encouraging kiss. Hankyung was next, repeating Yoochun’s actions himself. “Do you need help preparing?”
“You need to prepare?!” Yoochun gawked, startled. Jaejoong whacked him on the arm, before turning to Hankyung, “Hannie, I’d like help to get ready. I’m not going to prepare.”
“You’re not going to prepare?!” Yoochun’s jaw further dropped, Jaejoong throwing him an exasperated look as he climbed off the bed.
“Chun-ah, I’m not going to let him have sex with me until the night he brings me home,” the eldest boy sauntered out of the room, Hankyung following close behind, laughing. Yoochun pouted, sliding off the mattress to leave the room as well.
****
Jaejoong stepped tentatively into The Love Bar, palms rubbing against each other as he tried to calm his nerves down. It was not the first time he was seeing Yunho; in fact, he had already lost count of the number of times the past few weeks he had met the older man. Nonetheless, Yunho was able to steal his breath all over again every time they met, his heart always surging with joy and bliss after their meetings.
The Love Bar wasn’t exactly a bar; it was more of a high-class restaurant, ambience romantic. There was piped in classical music, and booths were largely separated from each other, partitions giving the customers and LCs sufficient privacy. Of course, there was also a bar stretching across one long wall, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks available for patrons. Jaejoong scanned his gaze around the place, searching for the face that had left him breathless since the first time he had set his eyes on him.
Yunho caught sight of the young boy, beckoning him over. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up as their gazes met, he quickly making his way over to the booth at the back, where Yunho was seated. Sliding into the booth, Jaejoong pressed himself closely against Yunho, an arm instinctively wrapping around the man’s waist. Yunho chuckled, embracing Jaejoong tightly, kissing him on his forehead.
“Hello, BooJae,” Yunho greeted the boy, tilting his head up for a proper peck to his lips. Jaejoong let Yunho kiss him, arms tightening around the older man’s waist. “Oppa,” he answered, smiling happily.
Yunho had coined his nickname for Jaejoong - BooJae - only a few days after they first met, explaining that the boy had become so dear to him, and he felt rather incomplete if he had not visited The Love Bar after work that night. ‘Boo’ held a meaning close to ‘Dear’ or ‘Darling’, and Yunho found it special, out of the ordinary. Jaejoong, obviously, had agreed, trying to think up of a nickname for his to-be owner as well.
And when the man had conversationally expressed his liking of the honourific term ‘Oppa’ more than ‘Hyung’, Jaejoong came to a decision. He started calling Yunho ‘Oppa’, instead of ‘Hyung’ or just ‘Yunho’, conveying his utter love for the older man through the simple term that held so much deeper meaning. It was not only a form of respect, but Jaejoong, as a male, using a term females would commonly use was degrading to himself. Jaejoong didn’t mind, however, he understood he had to submit to Yunho’s every desire, one of which was the man’s fondness of the term.
Also, Jaejoong found ‘Oppa’ very personal, close to his heart. It was something he valued a great deal, the love he had cultivated towards Yunho. He beamed again as the older man wrapped an arm around his shoulders, a protective and domineering action.
“What would you like to eat, Boo?” Yunho inquired, reaching for a menu on the table and flipping it open. Jaejoong ran his gaze over the many dishes available, pouting slightly as he tried to decide. Yunho chuckled at the boy’s expression, planting another kiss to the top of his head.
“I don’t know what to eat, Oppa,” Jaejoong sighed, inhaling the musky scent of Yunho he had grown to love. The man nodded in acknowledgement, before gesturing for the waitress to take their orders.
“Mm, I’d like to order two lobster bisques,” Yunho started, “And give me a grilled dory fillet, and a beef steak. Medium-rare, thank you. I’d also like a coffee, and an iced lemon tea. Not too much syrup, though.” Shutting the menu, he ended, “That will be all, thank you.”
The waitress bowed deeply before spinning away and leaving, giving the two privacy again. Jaejoong could not help but cock his head up to kiss Yunho; the man always knew what he wanted. He had quickly discovered Jaejoong’s love for fish and seafood, and also his abstinence of sugary foods, lamenting that they made him fat. Yunho didn’t care, though, whether Jaejoong put on extra weight or not, he loved him for him.
Pulling away, Jaejoong chided the older man, shaking his head slightly, “Why’re you drinking coffee so late at night, Yunnie?” Yunho let out a chuckle, before persuading the boy, “I need the caffeine, Boo. It’s to refresh me after such a long day of work.”
“More like you’re addicted to caffeine,” Jaejoong clucked his tongue lightly.
“I am addicted to caffeine, I guess,” Yunho answered, capturing the boy’s lips in another kiss, “But I’m more addicted to you…”
Jaejoong instantly blushed ten shades of red, breaking away and reaching for the glass of iced lemon tea that had arrived. Sipping it, he squirmed as Yunho attempted to tickle him, teasing him about flushing like a tomato. “Aish, stop it!”
Yunho managed to grasp his wrists, leading Jaejoong to set the glass back onto the table. “But it’s true,” he confessed, eyes holding that same gaze filled with tender loving care and passionate feelings that ran deep. Jaejoong felt his heart skip a beat once again, as Yunho dipped his head to kiss Jaejoong properly.
His tongue coaxed Jaejoong’s out to dance, an erotic tango that was having certain effects on Jaejoong’s crotch. Yunho pushed the young boy down onto the velvety seat, lying over him as they continued to kiss, Jaejoong’s arms wrapped securely around his neck. Letting a hand drop between them, Yunho teased the hem of Jaejoong’s jeans, not doing much other than rubbing the denim between his fingers.
Jaejoong moaned softly, bucking his hips up, wanting more from Yunho. The older man cupped his crotch through the jeans, moving his hand slowly. The slightly rough material provided wonderful friction, leading Jaejoong to sigh contentedly. Hearing the young boy, Yunho’s hand sped up, Jaejoong rushing towards release. Before long, he was coming, fluid coating the inside of his jeans.
“Sir…?” the waitress asked, Yunho and Jaejoong immediately springing up from their positions. Jaejoong tried to fix his tousled hair, while Yunho ran an elegant hand down the front of his suit jacket, smoothing it down. “Your food is here,” the waitress said, placing two plates of food alongside two untouched bowls of bisque, “Enjoy your meal.”
Yunho nodded politely as she turned on her heel and strode away, Jaejoong catching his breath from his orgasm and the startle he had received. Patting his back comfortingly, Yunho embraced Jaejoong once more, laying a kiss on his lips, “Let’s eat, then we can move behind and… Have dessert.”
****
The backrooms of The Love Bar were less classy than the main restaurant, resembling VIP rooms of a pub or private rooms of a karaoke lounge. Yunho and Jaejoong entered the room they had been using for the past nights, red wine already poured out into two tall glasses for them. They took seats on the thickly cushioned dark maroon seats, Jaejoong sitting between Yunho’s long legs.
“You have absolutely no idea how smitten you’ve made me, BooJae,” the older man wrapped an arm around the boy’s slim waist, his other hand clinking glasses with Jaejoong. Jaejoong only chuckled, taking a sip of the wine, before setting the glass back onto the coffee table in the middle of the dim-lit room. He reached for Yunho’s as well, doing to the same to his wineglass.
Jaejoong spun himself around, straddling the man’s legs, leaning in close to give Yunho a teasing lick on the cheek. “I know, Oppa,” he answered, “I know how smitten I’ve made you. ‘Cause you’ve made me smitten in exactly the same way.” Yunho could not help but tilt his head up to kiss the boy, enticing his tongue out to play.
Soon, their hands were running over each other’s bodies, touching and caressing areas that made both shiver in excitement. Yunho cupped his hands over the young boy’s buttocks, pulling Jaejoong flush against himself, letting the other feel the hard arousal that was straining in his pants. Jaejoong moaned at the sensation, lightly grinding his hips into the man’s crotch.
“Mm, Jaejoong…” Yunho breathed, hands exploring the young boy’s back, sweater and t-shirt already half off his torso. Jaejoong let his fingers run over Yunho’s chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding the suit jacket off as he did so. Their kiss broke just as Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s top over his head, lips meeting again even more hungrily than before. Yunho’s suit jacket and shirt were lost as well, bare chests rubbing against each other in pleasure.
Yunho left Jaejoong’s lips to travel down his jaw and neck, nipping and sucking lightly. The boy sighed as Yunho fluttered kisses along his shoulder, his fingers threading themselves in the short caramel hair. It was a lovely abstract sight, two bodies pressed up against each other, one tan and strong and well-muscled, the other fairer and slimmer and more petite. They fit so perfectly together, like two halves of a whole that had finally met each other after so long.
Fingers teased the hem of his jeans, just like before, Jaejoong lifting his hips up and moaning, demanding more. Yunho was happy to oblige, swiftly removing the thick denim from the boy’s legs. His lips closed around a nipple, tongue laving lovingly at it as his hand grasped Jaejoong’s arousal, stroking slowly.
Jaejoong moaned loudly at the sensations that were overwhelming his mind, the wet tongue and lips on his hard nipples, the hand that was stroking him, pleasuring him so deeply. Yunho’s other hand stayed at the small of his back, supporting him and not going any further than what Jaejoong wanted. The boy had expressed his desire of keeping themselves from each other until the night they shared the same bedroom, and Yunho had agreed. Anything for his BooJae.
Somehow or other, Yunho found that his pants were lost as well, strewn to a side of the room by Jaejoong. The boy grinded his hips on Yunho’s, causing their groins to rub incessantly against each other, moans and groans spilling out of their lips. Jaejoong repeated the action, knowing it was bringing both of them closer and closer to orgasm.
Yunho let his hands slide along Jaejoong’s torso, holding him firmly at the hips. He lifted Jaejoong, undulating his hips upwards to the young boy. At the same time, he dropped Jaejoong back into his lap, the friction doubled from the impact of his movements. Jaejoong groaned, the loudest he had heard that night, leading Yunho to continue his ministrations.
And they humped, bringing each other to climax, pushing themselves over the edge of pleasure. Yunho tensed, come spilling over their chests. Jaejoong sighed as he came, own release mixing with Yunho’s.
As they came down from their orgasmic highs, Jaejoong wrapped his arms tightly around Yunho’s neck, leaning in to give the older man another passionate kiss. Their tongues ran languidly, lovingly over each other, caressing and touching in all the right places.
“I love you, Yunnie-yah,” it was the first time in the two-and-a-half weeks of courtship that Jaejoong had admitted his deepest feelings, the confession causing Yunho’s heart to soar with love and unconquerable bliss.
“I love you too, Boo,” he whispered in answer, “Be with me?”
And Jaejoong nodded, tears of joy escaping his emotion-filled eyes.
****
“Hyung!” Yoochun instantly wrapped his arms around Jaejoong in a tight hug, happiness overflowing from himself, “I’m so excited for you, hyung! You’ve finally found your owner.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement, tears almost brimming in his eyes once more. “Jae-hyung, don’t cry,” Yoochun planted a kiss on the older boy’s cheek, “I’m sure he’ll take such good care of you, you won’t have any other worry in the world.”
Hankyung smiled nervously, ambling over to the bed where his two best friends sat. “Hyung,” he called, both Jaejoong and Yoochun turning their gazes towards him, “Congratulations.”
Jaejoong pulled Hankyung into his embrace, hugging the youngest boy so tightly Hankyung thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe. “Thank you,” the eldest boy whispered, kissing Hankyung once lightly on the lips.
“I have more good news,” Jaejoong broke away, arms wrapping themselves around the two boys’ shoulders, one each. His eyes lit up as he told Yoochun and Hankyung the wonderful news, “There are other customers searching for LCs as well. And you two are the best candidates.”
Catching the two younger boys’ expressions, Jaejoong laughed, “They’re Yunho’s close friends, Chun-ah, Hannie-yah. So chances are, we’ll be employed at the same time and we’ll still get to see each other even after moving out of here!”
Yoochun and Hankyung broke into laughter as well, the melodious sounds filling their whole suite.
“Hyung… Why’re you so awesome?”
“I have my ways, Hannie, I have my ways.”
****
yunho/jaejoong; yoochun/junsu; hankyung/heechul.
in this part - hankyung/jaejoong/yoochun andd yunho/jaejoong!
romance, fluff, crack, smut.
overall NC17 for smut.
author's note - alrighty! ((: this is the long-awaited FIVE, where the actual pairings start to come out hoho! ((: introduction of Yunho/Jaejoong here! ((: andd there's like a little bit of JaeHanChun smut. hoho. ((: Junsu and Heechul will come out in the next chapter, yes. (: also, slightly shorter than the other chapters, but ah. shall try to make up for it in SIX. (: comments are like the best thing ever. <3 and so are quotebacks, so if you'd like, make me happy with them? ((:
also, I'm looking for a photo with Hankyung and Heechul in it! Like either Heechul's kissing Hankyung (on the cheek) or something like that. ((: Thankyou! <3
PROLOGUE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.
character gallery.
FIVE.
Yoochun thrust a few more times into the eldest boy, before arching his back and allowing his release to spill inside Jaejoong’s pliant body. Hankyung also tensed, come running down Jaejoong’s throat as the eldest worked to swallow. Reaching below Jaejoong, Yoochun tugged on the cock ring fixed around the base of the eldest boy’s arousal, fisting roughly a few times as Jaejoong exploded onto the sheets.
They collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly spent. Jaejoong lay in between his two dongsaengs, chest heaving as they ran comforting hands up and down his torso, dipping into crevices and caressing muscles. Hankyung captured his lips in a kiss, Yoochun joining as much as he could, tongue pushing into Jaejoong’s mouth as well.
Two months had passed since Hankyung’s first review test with Shiwon, and their lives in the mansion had become reasonably busier, with schoolwork piling up and practically taking over majority of their time. Times like this were getting increasingly rare, when Jaejoong, Yoochun and Hankyung could just stay in their suite and not worry about the time and make love over and over again.
“I don’t want to leave you two,” Jaejoong murmured as they broke away, Yoochun laying a last kiss to his cheek. Hankyung’s eyebrows furrowed, that was something Jaejoong didn’t say very often. They hadn’t been able to chat and catch up the past two weeks, Jaejoong always returning late into the night when Hankyung and Yoochun were already asleep.
“Hyung… Why’re you saying that?” he enquired, snuggling into the crevice between Jaejoong’s neck and shoulder, “It’s not like we’re going to be leaving the mansion anytime soon.”
Jaejoong sighed, eyes sliding shut. Yoochun comprehended the thoughts running through the eldest boy’s head, knowing exactly what he was trying to put across. “Hannie,” Yoochun muttered, “It’s Jae-hyung that’s going to leave soon, not us.”
Hankyung gasped in surprise, turning towards Jaejoong for confirmation. The eldest boy nodded, letting out another sigh. “I’m being courted, Hannie-yah,” he admitted, “His name’s Jung Yunho. It’s already been going on for two and a half weeks. Chances are, I’m going to be employed as his LC.”
Yoochun spooned the eldest boy towards himself, arms wrapping tightly around Jaejoong’s waist as he breathed into his ear. “But hyung,” he whispered, “Are you happy with him?”
Jaejoong smiled, nodding slightly. “I am,” the eldest boy answered, “He’s nice, and serious about wanting to love me and take care of me. And rich.” Hankyung could not help but chuckle at his hyung’s delight at the fact that his future owner was wealthy, even though a certain feeling tugged at his heartstrings, leaving him disappointed and sad.
Catching Hankyung’s downcast eyes, Jaejoong immediately reached out, pulling the youngest boy closer to himself. “Hannie,” he consoled, “Don’t be too sad. We’re all here for a reason, right? And my dream - our dreams - is finally going to come true. I’m going to be employed.”
Hankyung leaned in to plant a kiss on Jaejoong’s lips, Yoochun placing a similar one on the edge of Jaejoong’s jaw. “Alright, hyung,” he promised, “I won’t. But make sure he’s nice to you. Or else… I’d find a way to castrate him then snatch you back.”
The three burst out into a fit of chuckles at Hankyung’s threat, hands groping each other’s bodies once more. Jaejoong broke away, sitting up. “I need to go get ready, Chun-ah, Hannie-yah,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than before, “He’s coming tonight - as with every night - and I’m meeting him at The Love Bar.”
Yoochun pushed himself off the bed as well, giving Jaejoong a bear hug and an encouraging kiss. Hankyung was next, repeating Yoochun’s actions himself. “Do you need help preparing?”
“You need to prepare?!” Yoochun gawked, startled. Jaejoong whacked him on the arm, before turning to Hankyung, “Hannie, I’d like help to get ready. I’m not going to prepare.”
“You’re not going to prepare?!” Yoochun’s jaw further dropped, Jaejoong throwing him an exasperated look as he climbed off the bed.
“Chun-ah, I’m not going to let him have sex with me until the night he brings me home,” the eldest boy sauntered out of the room, Hankyung following close behind, laughing. Yoochun pouted, sliding off the mattress to leave the room as well.
****
Jaejoong stepped tentatively into The Love Bar, palms rubbing against each other as he tried to calm his nerves down. It was not the first time he was seeing Yunho; in fact, he had already lost count of the number of times the past few weeks he had met the older man. Nonetheless, Yunho was able to steal his breath all over again every time they met, his heart always surging with joy and bliss after their meetings.
The Love Bar wasn’t exactly a bar; it was more of a high-class restaurant, ambience romantic. There was piped in classical music, and booths were largely separated from each other, partitions giving the customers and LCs sufficient privacy. Of course, there was also a bar stretching across one long wall, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks available for patrons. Jaejoong scanned his gaze around the place, searching for the face that had left him breathless since the first time he had set his eyes on him.
Yunho caught sight of the young boy, beckoning him over. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up as their gazes met, he quickly making his way over to the booth at the back, where Yunho was seated. Sliding into the booth, Jaejoong pressed himself closely against Yunho, an arm instinctively wrapping around the man’s waist. Yunho chuckled, embracing Jaejoong tightly, kissing him on his forehead.
“Hello, BooJae,” Yunho greeted the boy, tilting his head up for a proper peck to his lips. Jaejoong let Yunho kiss him, arms tightening around the older man’s waist. “Oppa,” he answered, smiling happily.
Yunho had coined his nickname for Jaejoong - BooJae - only a few days after they first met, explaining that the boy had become so dear to him, and he felt rather incomplete if he had not visited The Love Bar after work that night. ‘Boo’ held a meaning close to ‘Dear’ or ‘Darling’, and Yunho found it special, out of the ordinary. Jaejoong, obviously, had agreed, trying to think up of a nickname for his to-be owner as well.
And when the man had conversationally expressed his liking of the honourific term ‘Oppa’ more than ‘Hyung’, Jaejoong came to a decision. He started calling Yunho ‘Oppa’, instead of ‘Hyung’ or just ‘Yunho’, conveying his utter love for the older man through the simple term that held so much deeper meaning. It was not only a form of respect, but Jaejoong, as a male, using a term females would commonly use was degrading to himself. Jaejoong didn’t mind, however, he understood he had to submit to Yunho’s every desire, one of which was the man’s fondness of the term.
Also, Jaejoong found ‘Oppa’ very personal, close to his heart. It was something he valued a great deal, the love he had cultivated towards Yunho. He beamed again as the older man wrapped an arm around his shoulders, a protective and domineering action.
“What would you like to eat, Boo?” Yunho inquired, reaching for a menu on the table and flipping it open. Jaejoong ran his gaze over the many dishes available, pouting slightly as he tried to decide. Yunho chuckled at the boy’s expression, planting another kiss to the top of his head.
“I don’t know what to eat, Oppa,” Jaejoong sighed, inhaling the musky scent of Yunho he had grown to love. The man nodded in acknowledgement, before gesturing for the waitress to take their orders.
“Mm, I’d like to order two lobster bisques,” Yunho started, “And give me a grilled dory fillet, and a beef steak. Medium-rare, thank you. I’d also like a coffee, and an iced lemon tea. Not too much syrup, though.” Shutting the menu, he ended, “That will be all, thank you.”
The waitress bowed deeply before spinning away and leaving, giving the two privacy again. Jaejoong could not help but cock his head up to kiss Yunho; the man always knew what he wanted. He had quickly discovered Jaejoong’s love for fish and seafood, and also his abstinence of sugary foods, lamenting that they made him fat. Yunho didn’t care, though, whether Jaejoong put on extra weight or not, he loved him for him.
Pulling away, Jaejoong chided the older man, shaking his head slightly, “Why’re you drinking coffee so late at night, Yunnie?” Yunho let out a chuckle, before persuading the boy, “I need the caffeine, Boo. It’s to refresh me after such a long day of work.”
“More like you’re addicted to caffeine,” Jaejoong clucked his tongue lightly.
“I am addicted to caffeine, I guess,” Yunho answered, capturing the boy’s lips in another kiss, “But I’m more addicted to you…”
Jaejoong instantly blushed ten shades of red, breaking away and reaching for the glass of iced lemon tea that had arrived. Sipping it, he squirmed as Yunho attempted to tickle him, teasing him about flushing like a tomato. “Aish, stop it!”
Yunho managed to grasp his wrists, leading Jaejoong to set the glass back onto the table. “But it’s true,” he confessed, eyes holding that same gaze filled with tender loving care and passionate feelings that ran deep. Jaejoong felt his heart skip a beat once again, as Yunho dipped his head to kiss Jaejoong properly.
His tongue coaxed Jaejoong’s out to dance, an erotic tango that was having certain effects on Jaejoong’s crotch. Yunho pushed the young boy down onto the velvety seat, lying over him as they continued to kiss, Jaejoong’s arms wrapped securely around his neck. Letting a hand drop between them, Yunho teased the hem of Jaejoong’s jeans, not doing much other than rubbing the denim between his fingers.
Jaejoong moaned softly, bucking his hips up, wanting more from Yunho. The older man cupped his crotch through the jeans, moving his hand slowly. The slightly rough material provided wonderful friction, leading Jaejoong to sigh contentedly. Hearing the young boy, Yunho’s hand sped up, Jaejoong rushing towards release. Before long, he was coming, fluid coating the inside of his jeans.
“Sir…?” the waitress asked, Yunho and Jaejoong immediately springing up from their positions. Jaejoong tried to fix his tousled hair, while Yunho ran an elegant hand down the front of his suit jacket, smoothing it down. “Your food is here,” the waitress said, placing two plates of food alongside two untouched bowls of bisque, “Enjoy your meal.”
Yunho nodded politely as she turned on her heel and strode away, Jaejoong catching his breath from his orgasm and the startle he had received. Patting his back comfortingly, Yunho embraced Jaejoong once more, laying a kiss on his lips, “Let’s eat, then we can move behind and… Have dessert.”
****
The backrooms of The Love Bar were less classy than the main restaurant, resembling VIP rooms of a pub or private rooms of a karaoke lounge. Yunho and Jaejoong entered the room they had been using for the past nights, red wine already poured out into two tall glasses for them. They took seats on the thickly cushioned dark maroon seats, Jaejoong sitting between Yunho’s long legs.
“You have absolutely no idea how smitten you’ve made me, BooJae,” the older man wrapped an arm around the boy’s slim waist, his other hand clinking glasses with Jaejoong. Jaejoong only chuckled, taking a sip of the wine, before setting the glass back onto the coffee table in the middle of the dim-lit room. He reached for Yunho’s as well, doing to the same to his wineglass.
Jaejoong spun himself around, straddling the man’s legs, leaning in close to give Yunho a teasing lick on the cheek. “I know, Oppa,” he answered, “I know how smitten I’ve made you. ‘Cause you’ve made me smitten in exactly the same way.” Yunho could not help but tilt his head up to kiss the boy, enticing his tongue out to play.
Soon, their hands were running over each other’s bodies, touching and caressing areas that made both shiver in excitement. Yunho cupped his hands over the young boy’s buttocks, pulling Jaejoong flush against himself, letting the other feel the hard arousal that was straining in his pants. Jaejoong moaned at the sensation, lightly grinding his hips into the man’s crotch.
“Mm, Jaejoong…” Yunho breathed, hands exploring the young boy’s back, sweater and t-shirt already half off his torso. Jaejoong let his fingers run over Yunho’s chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding the suit jacket off as he did so. Their kiss broke just as Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s top over his head, lips meeting again even more hungrily than before. Yunho’s suit jacket and shirt were lost as well, bare chests rubbing against each other in pleasure.
Yunho left Jaejoong’s lips to travel down his jaw and neck, nipping and sucking lightly. The boy sighed as Yunho fluttered kisses along his shoulder, his fingers threading themselves in the short caramel hair. It was a lovely abstract sight, two bodies pressed up against each other, one tan and strong and well-muscled, the other fairer and slimmer and more petite. They fit so perfectly together, like two halves of a whole that had finally met each other after so long.
Fingers teased the hem of his jeans, just like before, Jaejoong lifting his hips up and moaning, demanding more. Yunho was happy to oblige, swiftly removing the thick denim from the boy’s legs. His lips closed around a nipple, tongue laving lovingly at it as his hand grasped Jaejoong’s arousal, stroking slowly.
Jaejoong moaned loudly at the sensations that were overwhelming his mind, the wet tongue and lips on his hard nipples, the hand that was stroking him, pleasuring him so deeply. Yunho’s other hand stayed at the small of his back, supporting him and not going any further than what Jaejoong wanted. The boy had expressed his desire of keeping themselves from each other until the night they shared the same bedroom, and Yunho had agreed. Anything for his BooJae.
Somehow or other, Yunho found that his pants were lost as well, strewn to a side of the room by Jaejoong. The boy grinded his hips on Yunho’s, causing their groins to rub incessantly against each other, moans and groans spilling out of their lips. Jaejoong repeated the action, knowing it was bringing both of them closer and closer to orgasm.
Yunho let his hands slide along Jaejoong’s torso, holding him firmly at the hips. He lifted Jaejoong, undulating his hips upwards to the young boy. At the same time, he dropped Jaejoong back into his lap, the friction doubled from the impact of his movements. Jaejoong groaned, the loudest he had heard that night, leading Yunho to continue his ministrations.
And they humped, bringing each other to climax, pushing themselves over the edge of pleasure. Yunho tensed, come spilling over their chests. Jaejoong sighed as he came, own release mixing with Yunho’s.
As they came down from their orgasmic highs, Jaejoong wrapped his arms tightly around Yunho’s neck, leaning in to give the older man another passionate kiss. Their tongues ran languidly, lovingly over each other, caressing and touching in all the right places.
“I love you, Yunnie-yah,” it was the first time in the two-and-a-half weeks of courtship that Jaejoong had admitted his deepest feelings, the confession causing Yunho’s heart to soar with love and unconquerable bliss.
“I love you too, Boo,” he whispered in answer, “Be with me?”
And Jaejoong nodded, tears of joy escaping his emotion-filled eyes.
****
“Hyung!” Yoochun instantly wrapped his arms around Jaejoong in a tight hug, happiness overflowing from himself, “I’m so excited for you, hyung! You’ve finally found your owner.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement, tears almost brimming in his eyes once more. “Jae-hyung, don’t cry,” Yoochun planted a kiss on the older boy’s cheek, “I’m sure he’ll take such good care of you, you won’t have any other worry in the world.”
Hankyung smiled nervously, ambling over to the bed where his two best friends sat. “Hyung,” he called, both Jaejoong and Yoochun turning their gazes towards him, “Congratulations.”
Jaejoong pulled Hankyung into his embrace, hugging the youngest boy so tightly Hankyung thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe. “Thank you,” the eldest boy whispered, kissing Hankyung once lightly on the lips.
“I have more good news,” Jaejoong broke away, arms wrapping themselves around the two boys’ shoulders, one each. His eyes lit up as he told Yoochun and Hankyung the wonderful news, “There are other customers searching for LCs as well. And you two are the best candidates.”
Catching the two younger boys’ expressions, Jaejoong laughed, “They’re Yunho’s close friends, Chun-ah, Hannie-yah. So chances are, we’ll be employed at the same time and we’ll still get to see each other even after moving out of here!”
Yoochun and Hankyung broke into laughter as well, the melodious sounds filling their whole suite.
“Hyung… Why’re you so awesome?”
“I have my ways, Hannie, I have my ways.”
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