Private Cooking Lesson
Title: Private Cooking Lesson
Length: Oneshot; 2211 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Bondage, toys, food, inappropriate use of cooking utensils. ((:
Requested by kattan69 !
Prompt: Private cooking class.
A/N: Okay, Kat, hope you like! ((: This is really, really shitty, OMG. I personally didnt feel any hotness whatsoever while writing it... Maybe it's cause I'm still sick. This is SO not up to by normal standard. And the snippet I wrote yesterday isnt even included in this! ((: Gah. Anyway, please still comment! ((:
I know I wont be able to look at chopsticks in the same way again. Yes. ((:
Ohyeah, just a little background information before you guys read the fic! (: Frying rice is a Taiwanese slang for having sex. It's true! :D Like they term having sex as 炒饭, which directly translated into English is frying rice. So dont kill me, alright? ((: I really love fried rice, and I think I'll never look at fried rice in the same way again. Ohman. :/ You have to kinda understand that to understand the slight innuendoes I added into the fic. Eh. ((:
BUTBUTBUT CHINESE FOOD IS AWESOME, ALRIGHT? I live by it, so please please please still eat Chinese! Even though the Chinese in America aint exactly that authentic, yes I've tried it before, but whatever. ((:
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Jaejoong gazed around the enormous kitchen, almost gawking. It was huge, maybe about the size of a two-room apartment. There were cabinets lining the walls, a large island counter set right in the middle of the kitchen. Designed contemporarily, the main colour codes were white and lighter shades of brown, making the place seem even bigger than it already was. Jaejoong blinked. Jung Yunho’s personal kitchen was just about how he imagined it to be, perhaps even better.
Jung Yunho was a chef. Okay, not only a chef, the best chef in all of Asia. The man was a three-star Michelin chef, had his very own cooking show, a long line of restaurants, and a whole brand of cooking utensils under his name. And Jung Yunho was just like any other artiste, he had large legions of fans from all over the world who went absolutely bonkers whenever he dropped by their country to visit, and there were official fanclubs with memberships going all the way up to 60 000, and counting.
Hence, when Jung Yunho had announced on his cooking show that there was to be a lucky draw, where he would pick one fortunate fan to visit his home, to pick up tips from him right in his personal kitchen, majority of the world went crazy. Jaejoong, being one of those fanatical fans as well, had hoped that he would be picked.
And to his utmost shock, surprise and bewilderment, he was.
“Whoa…” he let out in awe. It had been two weeks since Jung Yunho had revealed exactly which lucky fan would be visiting his home, and Jaejoong was still slightly disbelieving that he had been picked. Every single one of his friends had shouted and yelled, embracing him tightly, making him promise that he would tell them every minute detail of his afternoon spent with Jung Yunho. And so Jaejoong was standing here, in Jung Yunho’s personal kitchen.
The door clicked open, a tall man striding in. Jaejoong jumped in startle as the man chuckled at the amazed expression on his face. Blinking again, Jaejoong pinched himself. He wasn’t dreaming, right? That was Jung Yunho, the best chef in all of Asia, facing him, right?
“You know, you can close your mouth,” the low voice came, making Jaejoong go slightly weak in the knees. Yep, it was Jung Yunho all right. That low voice was so sexy, and many people on the internet termed it as a voice that could ‘make even a straight man turn gay’. Jaejoong was gay, and truth to be told, he had jerked off to that voice so many times… Too much information. Anyway, he flushed a deep red, shutting his gaping mouth.
Yunho chuckled at Jaejoong’s embarrassment, finding the boy adorable and undeniably cute. Beckoning him over, Yunho cocked his head a little, sweeping his gaze over Jaejoong’ body. “So you’re Kim Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong nodded, head dipped towards the tiled floor. Jung Yunho was his idol, the one he had dreamed of meeting, dreamed of taking cooking lessons from, and his dreams were about to come true. He couldn’t believe the man standing right in front of him was Jung Yunho.
“I’m Jung Yunho, nice to meet you,” a hand was stretched out towards Jaejoong, the boy shyly shaking it, “Just call me Yunho, alright?” Jaejoong nodded again, slowly tilting his head up to gaze into the older man’s eyes.
“Don’t be nervous, okay?” Yunho grinned at Jaejoong, running a comforting hand down the boy’s upper arm. Yunho wanted to smirk. This boy obviously had no idea what was in store for him. Jaejoong nodded, forcing a small smile.
“Okay, let’s begin!” Yunho spun around, grabbing an apron from a hook on the wall, “Take off your clothes.”
“Wh-what?!” Jaejoong instantly spouted, unsure if he had heard correctly. Yunho turned to face him again, “Yeah, you heard me, take off your clothes.”
“Why?” he was even more bewildered than before. What was Jung Yunho going to do to him? Did he secretly have a weird fetish for cooking in the nude?
“I’m going to be teaching you how to fry rice today, Jaejoong,” Yunho said matter-of-factly, like the sentence would explain everything. Jaejoong furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what the chef meant. Yunho sauntered over to Jaejoong, slipping his hands under the boy’s cotton t-shirt. “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Jaejoong blushed once more, before nodding slightly. Yunho pulled his t-shirt over his head, smashing his lips against the younger man’s, “So am I, Jaejoong.”
“I saw your photograph during my process of selection, and my gosh, you were so hot,” Yunho’s tongue slid over Jaejoong’s lips, seeking access. And Jaejoong moaned, allowing the man to dip his tongue inside the hot caverns, exploring and teasing. “I knew I wanted you the minute I saw your photo, which is exactly why you’re here today, Kim Jaejoong.”
“So enjoy the private cooking lesson I have in store for you,” he finished, breaking away with an obscene sound. Jaejoong’s lips were swollen and red by now, and he was panting harshly, jeans beginning to tent around his crotch area. It was Jung Yunho, the hottest and sexiest chef ever, who wouldn’t be aroused?
Before he knew it, Jaejoong was standing naked in the middle of Jung Yunho’s gigantic kitchen, his whole body bared for the chef to see. Yunho licked his lips; this Jaejoong was even better than what he had expected the boy to be. He had pretty muscles and contours, proportionate, and a rather impressive erection. Tasty.
Reaching for the apron left on the counter, Yunho rounded Jaejoong, bringing the boy’s wrists behind his back. He tied them together securely, ignoring the slight whines coming from Jaejoong. “Shh,” he consoled, breath hot on Jaejoong’s ear, “Let’s begin.”
Yunho led Jaejoong over to the island counter, grasping a few eggs and a bowl. He cracked the eggs into the bowl, reaching for a pair of chopsticks to beat them. Jaejoong watched, wide-eyed, as Yunho beat the eggs at an amazing speed, the mixture becoming slightly frothy and a rich yellow. Tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, shaking the excess egg off, Yunho set them down onto the counter.
Jaejoong then found himself face down on the counter, cool marble a relief on his overheated skin. He couldn’t see what Yunho was doing behind him, but he heard the familiar clink of wood against porcelain… And all of a sudden something was pressing into him, pushing into him. Jaejoong gasped, feeling the slide of a thin object into his passage.
Yunho seated the chopstick halfway into Jaejoong, making sure it was quite secure before pushing the other one in. The egg made the slide much smoother, Jaejoong moaning as the tips of the chopsticks brushed his prostate. “Get up,” Yunho ordered, stepping away from Jaejoong to admire his handiwork.
Turning his head, Jaejoong caught sight of the two wooden sticks protruding from his entrance, making him want to come on the spot. Yunho smirked, taking hold of the chopsticks, pulling them out, before pushing them in hard. Jaejoong squealed, jumping, the chopsticks poking at his prostate with every slight movement.
“How does it feel, Jaejoong?” Yunho questioned, striding over to the other end of the kitchen, “Come here.” Jaejoong toddled over to Yunho, every step agonizing as his prostate was abused even more. He felt the shimmering rise of orgasm just as he reached the man, almost collapsing in utter pleasure. “I’m going to…”
“No, not yet,” the chef reprimanded, pushing a cock ring down Jaejoong’s length, causing the boy to writhe, “If you come, the lesson’s going to end, and I can’t let that happen so soon. We’re just getting started.” Jaejoong whimpered, bucking his hips into the air.
“Alright, so today we’re going to cook fried rice, yes?” Yunho simply ignored Jaejoong, walking over to his large refrigerator, pulling it open and retrieving certain foods, “And we’ve already finished the first part, beating the eggs.” He caught Jaejoong by the shoulder, pushing him into the cool marble counter again.
“Now we’re going to do the second part, mixing the ingredients together,” the chef grinned, thrusting the chopsticks in and out of Jaejoong a few more times, before pulling them out. Jaejoong sighed at the relief, before he felt something being lodged in his tight ring of muscles. Lifting his head off the counter, Jaejoong squawked at what Yunho was about to do.
Yunho furrowed his eyebrows at Jaejoong, hand stilling. “If you’re going to make any more noise, I might as well just shove a vibrator into you and leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon,” he warned, Jaejoong shaking his head fervently. “Good, so don’t make another sound.”
Jaejoong nodded, gulping as Yunho poured the contents of the bowl he was holding into the funnel. The small end of the funnel was stuck in his entrance, fluid being poured in as Yunho emptied the bowl. Jaejoong’s eyes slid shut as the egg mixture swished past his prostate, further arousing him.
Tugging the funnel out, it was released with a ‘pop’, Yunho grinning as he advanced the next item. Jaejoong took a glance at it, breath hitching as it was pushed into him, seated fully. “And we have our carrot added,” he beamed, swatting Jaejoong’s buttock playfully.
Jaejoong wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. The embarrassment and utter arousal was pushing him over the edge already, what would he tell his friends? That Jung Yunho teased him and denied him orgasm the whole afternoon? He moaned as Yunho pulled the carrot out, pumping it repeatedly into his abused passage.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s lips were so close to his ear again, causing Jaejoong to shiver as chills ran down his spine, “You’re so sexy like this, bound and aroused with a carrot up your ass, unable to do anything more than just take it all in.” Yunho started grinding his still-clothed erection against Jaejoong’s bare ass, further pushing the carrot into his passage, making it rub at his prostate with every ministration. Jaejoong’s erection in turn rubbed against the smooth marble, leaking a stream of precome.
Yunho gathered Jaejoong towards his chest, standing flush against the boy, back to chest. Spinning Jaejoong around, Yunho planted his lips on the other man’s once more, tongues now sliding easily over each other. Jaejoong moaned into the kiss again as Yunho pulled the carrot out of his entrance, replacing it with what felt much more like a penis… Yet it wasn’t.
Jaejoong almost screamed as vibrations started running up his spine, the hooked tip of the toy caressing his prostate, sending him closer and closer over the edge of ecstasy. Yunho smirked again as they kissed, taking Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, stroking firmly. The boy was pushed towards orgasm, waves of pleasure barreling over him, only to be ended abruptly by the cock ring still around his length.
“Yunho!” Jaejoong whined, chest heaving from the dry orgasm experienced. He was still held close to Yunho’s clothed body, fully naked and glistening with sweat. Jaejoong’s head fell onto Yunho’s shoulder, hips starting to buck up again as the vibrator continued sending shimmies of pleasure through his body.
“Yes?” the chef asked, rocking his hips up to meet Jaejoong’s, intensifying the friction and pleasure that Jaejoong was receiving. Jaejoong was almost out of breath, all energy gone from his legs, the only thing keeping him upright being Yunho’s strong arms and the marble counter. “I… Need to come…”
“Beg me,” Yunho pushed his luck even further, lifting the boy onto the counter, draping his legs over his shoulders. Reaching between Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho started fucking Jaejoong with the vibrator, causing the boy to scream and writhe in his helpless position, needing release badly. “I said, beg me.”
“Please, please!” Jaejoong threw his head from side to side, perspiration a sheen over his body, “Please, just fuck me, I want to come!” And Yunho tugged the vibrator out completely, unzipping his jeans as he pulled the boy closer to himself, “More.”
“Yunho!” Jaejoong continued, “Fuck me, please please please!” Yunho instantly buried himself deep into Jaejoong with one solid thrust, breaking into a carnal speed without allowing the boy to adjust. Jaejoong let out a long scream, moaning incessantly as Yunho kept hitting his prostate with every thrust.
Before long, Yunho tensed, hot come spilling into Jaejoong’s pliant body. Milking his orgasm, Yunho carried on rocking, grasping Jaejoong’s arousal in his hand and fisting roughly. When Jaejoong was at his edge once again, Yunho pulled the cock ring off, Jaejoong coming with a last scream. Then they came down from orgasmic high, regaining their breaths.
“That…” Jaejoong started, voice already hoarse, “Was the best cooking lesson I would ever want.” Yunho chuckled, pulling out slowly. The come and egg mixture started to run down Jaejoong’s thighs, pooling onto the counter, but both of them didn’t care, Yunho cradling the boy in his arms once more.
Yunho released Jaejoong of his binds, pressing a last kiss onto his lips. When they broke away, the chef caught a certain mischievous glint in the boy’s eyes.
“Could I fry the rice this time?”
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Length: Oneshot; 2211 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Bondage, toys, food, inappropriate use of cooking utensils. ((:
Requested by kattan69 !
Prompt: Private cooking class.
A/N: Okay, Kat, hope you like! ((: This is really, really shitty, OMG. I personally didnt feel any hotness whatsoever while writing it... Maybe it's cause I'm still sick. This is SO not up to by normal standard. And the snippet I wrote yesterday isnt even included in this! ((: Gah. Anyway, please still comment! ((:
I know I wont be able to look at chopsticks in the same way again. Yes. ((:
Ohyeah, just a little background information before you guys read the fic! (: Frying rice is a Taiwanese slang for having sex. It's true! :D Like they term having sex as 炒饭, which directly translated into English is frying rice. So dont kill me, alright? ((: I really love fried rice, and I think I'll never look at fried rice in the same way again. Ohman. :/ You have to kinda understand that to understand the slight innuendoes I added into the fic. Eh. ((:
BUTBUTBUT CHINESE FOOD IS AWESOME, ALRIGHT? I live by it, so please please please still eat Chinese! Even though the Chinese in America aint exactly that authentic, yes I've tried it before, but whatever. ((:
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Jaejoong gazed around the enormous kitchen, almost gawking. It was huge, maybe about the size of a two-room apartment. There were cabinets lining the walls, a large island counter set right in the middle of the kitchen. Designed contemporarily, the main colour codes were white and lighter shades of brown, making the place seem even bigger than it already was. Jaejoong blinked. Jung Yunho’s personal kitchen was just about how he imagined it to be, perhaps even better.
Jung Yunho was a chef. Okay, not only a chef, the best chef in all of Asia. The man was a three-star Michelin chef, had his very own cooking show, a long line of restaurants, and a whole brand of cooking utensils under his name. And Jung Yunho was just like any other artiste, he had large legions of fans from all over the world who went absolutely bonkers whenever he dropped by their country to visit, and there were official fanclubs with memberships going all the way up to 60 000, and counting.
Hence, when Jung Yunho had announced on his cooking show that there was to be a lucky draw, where he would pick one fortunate fan to visit his home, to pick up tips from him right in his personal kitchen, majority of the world went crazy. Jaejoong, being one of those fanatical fans as well, had hoped that he would be picked.
And to his utmost shock, surprise and bewilderment, he was.
“Whoa…” he let out in awe. It had been two weeks since Jung Yunho had revealed exactly which lucky fan would be visiting his home, and Jaejoong was still slightly disbelieving that he had been picked. Every single one of his friends had shouted and yelled, embracing him tightly, making him promise that he would tell them every minute detail of his afternoon spent with Jung Yunho. And so Jaejoong was standing here, in Jung Yunho’s personal kitchen.
The door clicked open, a tall man striding in. Jaejoong jumped in startle as the man chuckled at the amazed expression on his face. Blinking again, Jaejoong pinched himself. He wasn’t dreaming, right? That was Jung Yunho, the best chef in all of Asia, facing him, right?
“You know, you can close your mouth,” the low voice came, making Jaejoong go slightly weak in the knees. Yep, it was Jung Yunho all right. That low voice was so sexy, and many people on the internet termed it as a voice that could ‘make even a straight man turn gay’. Jaejoong was gay, and truth to be told, he had jerked off to that voice so many times… Too much information. Anyway, he flushed a deep red, shutting his gaping mouth.
Yunho chuckled at Jaejoong’s embarrassment, finding the boy adorable and undeniably cute. Beckoning him over, Yunho cocked his head a little, sweeping his gaze over Jaejoong’ body. “So you’re Kim Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong nodded, head dipped towards the tiled floor. Jung Yunho was his idol, the one he had dreamed of meeting, dreamed of taking cooking lessons from, and his dreams were about to come true. He couldn’t believe the man standing right in front of him was Jung Yunho.
“I’m Jung Yunho, nice to meet you,” a hand was stretched out towards Jaejoong, the boy shyly shaking it, “Just call me Yunho, alright?” Jaejoong nodded again, slowly tilting his head up to gaze into the older man’s eyes.
“Don’t be nervous, okay?” Yunho grinned at Jaejoong, running a comforting hand down the boy’s upper arm. Yunho wanted to smirk. This boy obviously had no idea what was in store for him. Jaejoong nodded, forcing a small smile.
“Okay, let’s begin!” Yunho spun around, grabbing an apron from a hook on the wall, “Take off your clothes.”
“Wh-what?!” Jaejoong instantly spouted, unsure if he had heard correctly. Yunho turned to face him again, “Yeah, you heard me, take off your clothes.”
“Why?” he was even more bewildered than before. What was Jung Yunho going to do to him? Did he secretly have a weird fetish for cooking in the nude?
“I’m going to be teaching you how to fry rice today, Jaejoong,” Yunho said matter-of-factly, like the sentence would explain everything. Jaejoong furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what the chef meant. Yunho sauntered over to Jaejoong, slipping his hands under the boy’s cotton t-shirt. “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Jaejoong blushed once more, before nodding slightly. Yunho pulled his t-shirt over his head, smashing his lips against the younger man’s, “So am I, Jaejoong.”
“I saw your photograph during my process of selection, and my gosh, you were so hot,” Yunho’s tongue slid over Jaejoong’s lips, seeking access. And Jaejoong moaned, allowing the man to dip his tongue inside the hot caverns, exploring and teasing. “I knew I wanted you the minute I saw your photo, which is exactly why you’re here today, Kim Jaejoong.”
“So enjoy the private cooking lesson I have in store for you,” he finished, breaking away with an obscene sound. Jaejoong’s lips were swollen and red by now, and he was panting harshly, jeans beginning to tent around his crotch area. It was Jung Yunho, the hottest and sexiest chef ever, who wouldn’t be aroused?
Before he knew it, Jaejoong was standing naked in the middle of Jung Yunho’s gigantic kitchen, his whole body bared for the chef to see. Yunho licked his lips; this Jaejoong was even better than what he had expected the boy to be. He had pretty muscles and contours, proportionate, and a rather impressive erection. Tasty.
Reaching for the apron left on the counter, Yunho rounded Jaejoong, bringing the boy’s wrists behind his back. He tied them together securely, ignoring the slight whines coming from Jaejoong. “Shh,” he consoled, breath hot on Jaejoong’s ear, “Let’s begin.”
Yunho led Jaejoong over to the island counter, grasping a few eggs and a bowl. He cracked the eggs into the bowl, reaching for a pair of chopsticks to beat them. Jaejoong watched, wide-eyed, as Yunho beat the eggs at an amazing speed, the mixture becoming slightly frothy and a rich yellow. Tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, shaking the excess egg off, Yunho set them down onto the counter.
Jaejoong then found himself face down on the counter, cool marble a relief on his overheated skin. He couldn’t see what Yunho was doing behind him, but he heard the familiar clink of wood against porcelain… And all of a sudden something was pressing into him, pushing into him. Jaejoong gasped, feeling the slide of a thin object into his passage.
Yunho seated the chopstick halfway into Jaejoong, making sure it was quite secure before pushing the other one in. The egg made the slide much smoother, Jaejoong moaning as the tips of the chopsticks brushed his prostate. “Get up,” Yunho ordered, stepping away from Jaejoong to admire his handiwork.
Turning his head, Jaejoong caught sight of the two wooden sticks protruding from his entrance, making him want to come on the spot. Yunho smirked, taking hold of the chopsticks, pulling them out, before pushing them in hard. Jaejoong squealed, jumping, the chopsticks poking at his prostate with every slight movement.
“How does it feel, Jaejoong?” Yunho questioned, striding over to the other end of the kitchen, “Come here.” Jaejoong toddled over to Yunho, every step agonizing as his prostate was abused even more. He felt the shimmering rise of orgasm just as he reached the man, almost collapsing in utter pleasure. “I’m going to…”
“No, not yet,” the chef reprimanded, pushing a cock ring down Jaejoong’s length, causing the boy to writhe, “If you come, the lesson’s going to end, and I can’t let that happen so soon. We’re just getting started.” Jaejoong whimpered, bucking his hips into the air.
“Alright, so today we’re going to cook fried rice, yes?” Yunho simply ignored Jaejoong, walking over to his large refrigerator, pulling it open and retrieving certain foods, “And we’ve already finished the first part, beating the eggs.” He caught Jaejoong by the shoulder, pushing him into the cool marble counter again.
“Now we’re going to do the second part, mixing the ingredients together,” the chef grinned, thrusting the chopsticks in and out of Jaejoong a few more times, before pulling them out. Jaejoong sighed at the relief, before he felt something being lodged in his tight ring of muscles. Lifting his head off the counter, Jaejoong squawked at what Yunho was about to do.
Yunho furrowed his eyebrows at Jaejoong, hand stilling. “If you’re going to make any more noise, I might as well just shove a vibrator into you and leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon,” he warned, Jaejoong shaking his head fervently. “Good, so don’t make another sound.”
Jaejoong nodded, gulping as Yunho poured the contents of the bowl he was holding into the funnel. The small end of the funnel was stuck in his entrance, fluid being poured in as Yunho emptied the bowl. Jaejoong’s eyes slid shut as the egg mixture swished past his prostate, further arousing him.
Tugging the funnel out, it was released with a ‘pop’, Yunho grinning as he advanced the next item. Jaejoong took a glance at it, breath hitching as it was pushed into him, seated fully. “And we have our carrot added,” he beamed, swatting Jaejoong’s buttock playfully.
Jaejoong wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. The embarrassment and utter arousal was pushing him over the edge already, what would he tell his friends? That Jung Yunho teased him and denied him orgasm the whole afternoon? He moaned as Yunho pulled the carrot out, pumping it repeatedly into his abused passage.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s lips were so close to his ear again, causing Jaejoong to shiver as chills ran down his spine, “You’re so sexy like this, bound and aroused with a carrot up your ass, unable to do anything more than just take it all in.” Yunho started grinding his still-clothed erection against Jaejoong’s bare ass, further pushing the carrot into his passage, making it rub at his prostate with every ministration. Jaejoong’s erection in turn rubbed against the smooth marble, leaking a stream of precome.
Yunho gathered Jaejoong towards his chest, standing flush against the boy, back to chest. Spinning Jaejoong around, Yunho planted his lips on the other man’s once more, tongues now sliding easily over each other. Jaejoong moaned into the kiss again as Yunho pulled the carrot out of his entrance, replacing it with what felt much more like a penis… Yet it wasn’t.
Jaejoong almost screamed as vibrations started running up his spine, the hooked tip of the toy caressing his prostate, sending him closer and closer over the edge of ecstasy. Yunho smirked again as they kissed, taking Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, stroking firmly. The boy was pushed towards orgasm, waves of pleasure barreling over him, only to be ended abruptly by the cock ring still around his length.
“Yunho!” Jaejoong whined, chest heaving from the dry orgasm experienced. He was still held close to Yunho’s clothed body, fully naked and glistening with sweat. Jaejoong’s head fell onto Yunho’s shoulder, hips starting to buck up again as the vibrator continued sending shimmies of pleasure through his body.
“Yes?” the chef asked, rocking his hips up to meet Jaejoong’s, intensifying the friction and pleasure that Jaejoong was receiving. Jaejoong was almost out of breath, all energy gone from his legs, the only thing keeping him upright being Yunho’s strong arms and the marble counter. “I… Need to come…”
“Beg me,” Yunho pushed his luck even further, lifting the boy onto the counter, draping his legs over his shoulders. Reaching between Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho started fucking Jaejoong with the vibrator, causing the boy to scream and writhe in his helpless position, needing release badly. “I said, beg me.”
“Please, please!” Jaejoong threw his head from side to side, perspiration a sheen over his body, “Please, just fuck me, I want to come!” And Yunho tugged the vibrator out completely, unzipping his jeans as he pulled the boy closer to himself, “More.”
“Yunho!” Jaejoong continued, “Fuck me, please please please!” Yunho instantly buried himself deep into Jaejoong with one solid thrust, breaking into a carnal speed without allowing the boy to adjust. Jaejoong let out a long scream, moaning incessantly as Yunho kept hitting his prostate with every thrust.
Before long, Yunho tensed, hot come spilling into Jaejoong’s pliant body. Milking his orgasm, Yunho carried on rocking, grasping Jaejoong’s arousal in his hand and fisting roughly. When Jaejoong was at his edge once again, Yunho pulled the cock ring off, Jaejoong coming with a last scream. Then they came down from orgasmic high, regaining their breaths.
“That…” Jaejoong started, voice already hoarse, “Was the best cooking lesson I would ever want.” Yunho chuckled, pulling out slowly. The come and egg mixture started to run down Jaejoong’s thighs, pooling onto the counter, but both of them didn’t care, Yunho cradling the boy in his arms once more.
Yunho released Jaejoong of his binds, pressing a last kiss onto his lips. When they broke away, the chef caught a certain mischievous glint in the boy’s eyes.
“Could I fry the rice this time?”
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