Exotic Vodka
Title: Exotic Vodka
Length: Oneshot; 2026 words
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Kink: Bondage, toys! ((:
Requested by rivium7fold ! :D Happy Birthday (in advance!) dearie. <3
Prompt: Yunho is an exotic dancer. ((:
A/N: Alrighty, I am pretty sure that this fic is hot. (: Cause I got turned on while writing it, which shows that either I'm getting back to my normal standard, or the damn flu throat infection isnt irritating me that much already! I think it's the latter, eh. ((: Or maybe it's just cause I like writing JaeHo much more than YunJae. Okay. (: Hope you like this, it's in present tense again, yay! ((: And I personally think it's really hot. ((:
For Sierra (rivium7fold )! Even though her birthday's on Saturday, but I wont be able to post on Saturday, so you get your present two days early, dear. ((: Hope you like it. <3 And also, happy birthday to Sherrie (bloodygenerals ), hope you enjoy your birthday. <3
So now I leave you to read the best fic I've written in about two weeks. ((: Comments are always so much love. <3
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Heavy bass beats reverberate through the dark interiors of the club, a steady rhythm beneath the wild dancing and nightlife. Jaejoong steps into SURVIVOR, the newest pub in town, hip and everything a young person would want a club to be. He gazes around, finding the dance floor packed with sweaty bodies gyrating and undulating against each other. The place reeks of booze and sex, and Jaejoong catches a peek of couples tumbling into backrooms, moans and thumping noises drowned out by the loud music.
He strides over to an empty booth, sliding into it. A waitress, skimpily dressed, dances up to him, asking for his order. “Vodka,” he mutters, sinking into the plush velvet seat, one leg propped on the other knee. She nods her head, disappearing into the darkness. Jaejoong just gazes around, soaking in the atmosphere of the club.
“Hey,” a voice calls from behind him, the source circling the booth, sliding in beside Jaejoong, “You came.” Jaejoong grins at his friend, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, “Of course. It’s your newest pub, why would I not come?”
Yoochun smiles at Jaejoong, pulling him in for a hug. “Everything’s on me,” he promises, sending a sultry gaze to the waitress delivering Jaejoong’s order, “You just enjoy yourself, alright?”
Jaejoong chuckles, nodding. As the waitress leaves, Yoochun leans closer to Jaejoong, whispering, “I’ve got a special show for you, buddy. Want it?”
His eyes widen in mock surprise. “Never thought you were such a wonderful friend!” Jaejoong downs his vodka in one gulp, “Take me there.”
Yoochun gets out of the booth, leading the way to the back of the pub, a clandestine door leading to the VIP room. Turning around, he grins, “Make yourself comfortable. Your show will be coming in a few minutes. Have fun.”
“Better not to make your best friend wait too long, Yoochun,” Jaejoong slaps Yoochun’s shoulder one more time, hand on the doorknob. Yoochun waves as the door shuts, Jaejoong snorting as he looks around the VIP room.
The VIP room of SURVIVOR was arguably much more classy than the rest of the pub, seats a dark shade of blood red, low table in the middle of the room. Jaejoong smirks as he takes note of the pole attached to the middle of the table, running all the way from the ceiling to the carpet. He sprawls himself comfortably on the cushions, waiting for his surprise show to arrive.
Two minutes later, the door opens, a tall and slim figure stepping into the room. His face is shielded by a translucent scarf, with only his eyes showing. Jaejoong smiles in appreciation as his gaze sweeps over the man’s body, dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants and a vest that seemed some sizes too small. Sculptured abdominal muscles could be seen under the waistcoat, biceps and triceps another sight to drool over all by themselves.
Jaejoong could not help but lick his lips as the man swishes over, stepping onto the low table, grasping the pole. And as if on cue, music starts, the beats resounding throughout the small room. He starts dancing, giving Jaejoong a show of gyrating his hips and bucking them in his direction, entrancing Jaejoong in his movements.
It is an amazing private show, and Jaejoong mentally reminds himself to thank Yoochun later. He can feel his pants tent at the crotch, erection almost begging to be taken care of. And then the dancer hooks a finger at him, enticing him to dance. Jaejoong nearly jumps up from the seat, tugging off his shirt, buttons flying all over the room. He climbs onto the table as well, arms enveloping the dancer’s slim waist.
“What’s your name?” he breathes into the dancer’s ear, gently nipping on its shell. The man moans quietly, grinding his hips against the pole, seeking friction. Jaejoong grips his hips, holding them flush against the pole in the middle of the both of them, causing the dancer’s arousal to be pressed tightly on the metal, bringing slight discomfort.
“Yunho,” the dancer shakily replies, Jaejoong controlling his hips as they ground on the pole, almost painful pressure inflicted on his groin. Jaejoong’s hands move to cup the man’s ass, still applying pressure and forcing Yunho against the cool metal. Groaning again, Yunho’s head lolls backward, pain and pleasure making a heady combination.
“Remove the scarf,” Jaejoong commands, one hand slipping between them to undo the button of Yunho’s pants. Yunho fumbles with untying the silky cloth, Jaejoong reaching up and tearing it off his face. And once it is gone, the dancer finds a pair of lips ravaging his own, Jaejoong’s insistent tongue demanding access.
Before long, Yunho’s naked, hips still held against the pole, cool metal pressing on his arousal, tinges of pain coursing through his body. Jaejoong’s hands are running all over his back, grasping his hips tightly, not giving him any room to move. “You look so good, Yunho,” the other man’s hot breath trails in his ear, sending shivers down his spine, “Good enough to eat.”
Jaejoong steps away, Yunho instantly sighing in relief. His cock is throbbing from pain, yet still pressing against his belly in arousal. “Where are the toys?” Jaejoong questions, cradling Yunho’s face.
Yunho gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he anticipates what’s coming for him. Yoochun, the boss, had told him that the customer he was serving that night would be a promise of incredible sex, but he had never expected it to be meant in this way. Jaejoong tugs on Yunho’s hair, eliciting another gasp from him. “There…” he answers, pointing to a dark corner of the room where a large black box sat.
Jaejoong strides over to the box, opening it and surveying the items inside. Letting out another appreciative sigh, he smiles, pulling out certain objects he wanted to use. He lays the items on the edge of the table, climbing back up and wrapping his arms around Yunho from behind.
Slowly, Jaejoong guides them both in a leisure dance, hips moving up and down, as if serenading the pole. Reaching for two pair of handcuffs, Jaejoong cuffs Yunho’s wrists together around the pole, disallowing him from moving away. He crouches over, doing the same to the dancer’s ankles. Standing up, Jaejoong admires his handiwork, Yunho slightly struggling against his binds.
Jaejoong leans in close to Yunho, fingers teasing and tweaking his nipples, “Are you ready for the night of your life, Yunho?” The dancer moans, hips grinding again on the pole, needing friction as before. Jaejoong continues rubbing Yunho’s nipples, watching them become perky nubs, before allowing a hand to drop between them, fisting Yunho’s arousal tightly.
Yunho’s breathing turns uneven, panting harshly as he’s brought closer and closer to orgasm. Then everything stops abruptly, Jaejoong pushing a cock ring down his length. Writhing, Yunho tries to protest, moaning and wanting Jaejoong to take off the ring. The man only shakes his head, capturing his lips in another ravishing kiss.
Breaking away, Jaejoong spins around Yunho, tugging off his own jeans. He grasps the bottle of lube, squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers. Jaejoong unhurriedly traces his fingers down Yunho’s back, dipping into the crevice of his buttocks, teasingly rubbing the pucker hidden there. Yunho moans, pushes down on Jaejoong’s fingers, trying to get them inside him.
Without warning, Jaejoong thrusts three fingers deep into Yunho, causing the dancer to scream at the intrusion. It’s a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, desire and lust creeping up on him, coursing through his veins. Jaejoong pumps them in and out at a steady pace, matching the deep beats of the music still filling the small room. Yunho moans loudly when Jaejoong’s fingers caress his prostate, the man applying pressure on his hypersensitive gland.
By the time Jaejoong removes his fingers, Yunho’s a shivering mess, prostate over-stimulated and unable to orgasm. Jaejoong flutters kisses all over his neck and shoulder, hands running over his torso, dipping into his belly button, deliberately ignoring the dripping erection. And soon after, Yunho finds something else pressing against his pucker, sliding into him.
The toy fills him so well, tight ring of muscles clamping down on the base. Its bulbous tip rubs mercilessly against his prostate with every slight movement; stretching him and making him want to come. Jaejoong’s facing him again, the pole between their faces, strong hands holding his shoulders, keeping him from collapsing.
“Dance,” is the only word Jaejoong utters, Yunho groaning as he momentarily wonders how he’s going to dance, bound to the pole and with a toy in his ass. Then Jaejoong grips his hips again, moving them from side to side, leading him in an erotic dance. Their lips meet once more, tongues tangling in a sensual tango, sending them both towards utter bliss.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho yells as he’s thrown over the cliff of ecstasy again, inner muscles going into spasms and clenching tightly on the plug inside of him. All of a sudden, a viscous fluid fills his ass, coating his passage thoroughly. Yunho screams from the sensation, shock adding to his pleasure as he pants, unable to release.
Jaejoong laves Yunho’s cheek and jaw, nibbling lightly and leaving his mark on the dancer. “It’s a ejaculating plug, Yunho,” he murmurs, chuckling deeply at the other man’s squirming, “Supposed to enhance your orgasm, like you’re getting fucked and someone’s come is exploding inside of you.”
Yunho feels like sobbing, feels like crying when Jaejoong’s behind him again, tugging the plug out of his body, only to be replaced by a thick dildo. A hand snakes around to his front, turning the dial on the cock ring. It comes to life, Yunho screaming at the sudden sensations spiraling up his body. Jaejoong grabs his chin, tilting it back to kiss the life out of him again.
The sensations are intensified tenfold, Jaejoong switching the vibrator in him to its highest setting as well. Yunho shouts and yells, moans loudly at his predicament, grinding incessantly against the pole, cool metal providing little friction and relief. Jaejoong smirks as he reaches for his last item, sliding it over Yunho’s cock as well.
“Shh,” he whispers into Yunho’s ear, leisurely stroking his arousal, “Look at yourself.” Yunho’s head dips down, taking in the sight of his arousal, with two bright cock rings preventing him orgasm. He groans, almost begs Jaejoong to take them off. Yunho grinds down on Jaejoong instead, forcing the vibrator even deeper inside him, teasing his prostate cruelly. Jaejoong ignores Yunho’s pleas, flipping the switch on the second cock ring, adding to the sensations wrecking Yunho’s body.
“J-Jaejoong…” Yunho’s voice comes out husky and shaky, unable to speak coherently, “Please, please, fuck me.” Jaejoong bites down harshly on Yunho’s shoulder, a purplish-red mark forming. Yunho undulates his hips against Jaejoong’s, feeling the man’s arousal poking his thigh. “Pl-please… Jaejoong…”
Jaejoong shushes Yunho again, gradually pulling out the vibrator and tossing it aside. Then he thrusts into Yunho, the dancer screaming once more as Jaejoong breaks into a primal speed. His arousal rubs against the pole, weeping a river and impossibly hard by now.
As Jaejoong nears completion, he grabs Yunho’s cock roughly, fisting and sending them both over the edge of utmost bliss. At the last moment, he tugs off the cock rings, Yunho seeing a bright flash of white as he explodes, come running down the pole and Jaejoong’s hand. Jaejoong in turn tenses, come pulsing into Yunho’s body.
And they collapse onto the table, Jaejoong still buried deep inside Yunho, Yunho still bound to the pole. Chests heaving, they recover from their amazing sex, Yunho almost falling into unconscious. Jaejoong grasps the keys with a shaky hand, unlocking the handcuffs, releasing Yunho. He pulls out, managing to amble over to the seat, sinking into it exhaustedly.
Yunho breathes deeply, picking up his clothes and putting them on. Jaejoong watches with hooded eyes as Yunho dresses, getting ready to leave the room. And as the dancer approaches the door, Jaejoong calls out.
“Yunho.”
He spins around, facing the man.
“Be my whore.”
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Alright! Haha, bet you didnt expect me to pop out at the end of my fic, cause I usually dont. ((: I have a small treat for all those Singaporeans (and Malaysians too!) ehehehe. ((: But first, if you like my uke!ho fics, or maybe just uke!ho in general, then please join uke_yunho ! ((: We are just a few short of 100 members. :D I promise to post a fic in celebration of 100 members, so please? <3
Now for the Singaporeans (and Malaysians too, cause we speak almost the same Singlish/Manglish)! ((: Just a little thingy that I thought of. XD
Jaejoong licked his lips, stepping back to sweep his gaze over Yunho's body. "Mm, Yunnie-yah," he sighed appreciatively, "You look good enough to makan."
Yunho squirmed as much as his position would allow, face blushing in embarrassment. "Jaejoong-ah," he squeezes his eyes shut, "I feel so malu."
"Don't malu," the older man strode up to Yunho, tugging gently on the nipple clamps attached to the perky nubs, "You're so prettyful liddat. Anyway, how else am I gonna punish you huh?"
Yunho inhaled a deep breath, highly aware of door left wide open and their three dongsaengs that were currently huddled in the doorway. "Jaejoong... Please, I feel very malu. Pain. Don't want."
"Shut up," Jaejoong hissed into Yunho's ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin, "You kena punished. Don't talk."
"I'm going to makan." And with that, Jaejoong bit down harshly on Yunho's shoulder, causing the bound man to shout.
THAT'S IT. I AM NOT CONTINUING THIS, NO. NONONO.
If anyone needs translations, basically, makan = eat. Malu = embarrassed. "You kena punished" = "You're being punished". Yeah. That's it. ((:
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Length: Oneshot; 2026 words
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Kink: Bondage, toys! ((:
Requested by rivium7fold ! :D Happy Birthday (in advance!) dearie. <3
Prompt: Yunho is an exotic dancer. ((:
A/N: Alrighty, I am pretty sure that this fic is hot. (: Cause I got turned on while writing it, which shows that either I'm getting back to my normal standard, or the damn flu throat infection isnt irritating me that much already! I think it's the latter, eh. ((: Or maybe it's just cause I like writing JaeHo much more than YunJae. Okay. (: Hope you like this, it's in present tense again, yay! ((: And I personally think it's really hot. ((:
For Sierra (rivium7fold )! Even though her birthday's on Saturday, but I wont be able to post on Saturday, so you get your present two days early, dear. ((: Hope you like it. <3 And also, happy birthday to Sherrie (bloodygenerals ), hope you enjoy your birthday. <3
So now I leave you to read the best fic I've written in about two weeks. ((: Comments are always so much love. <3
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Heavy bass beats reverberate through the dark interiors of the club, a steady rhythm beneath the wild dancing and nightlife. Jaejoong steps into SURVIVOR, the newest pub in town, hip and everything a young person would want a club to be. He gazes around, finding the dance floor packed with sweaty bodies gyrating and undulating against each other. The place reeks of booze and sex, and Jaejoong catches a peek of couples tumbling into backrooms, moans and thumping noises drowned out by the loud music.
He strides over to an empty booth, sliding into it. A waitress, skimpily dressed, dances up to him, asking for his order. “Vodka,” he mutters, sinking into the plush velvet seat, one leg propped on the other knee. She nods her head, disappearing into the darkness. Jaejoong just gazes around, soaking in the atmosphere of the club.
“Hey,” a voice calls from behind him, the source circling the booth, sliding in beside Jaejoong, “You came.” Jaejoong grins at his friend, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, “Of course. It’s your newest pub, why would I not come?”
Yoochun smiles at Jaejoong, pulling him in for a hug. “Everything’s on me,” he promises, sending a sultry gaze to the waitress delivering Jaejoong’s order, “You just enjoy yourself, alright?”
Jaejoong chuckles, nodding. As the waitress leaves, Yoochun leans closer to Jaejoong, whispering, “I’ve got a special show for you, buddy. Want it?”
His eyes widen in mock surprise. “Never thought you were such a wonderful friend!” Jaejoong downs his vodka in one gulp, “Take me there.”
Yoochun gets out of the booth, leading the way to the back of the pub, a clandestine door leading to the VIP room. Turning around, he grins, “Make yourself comfortable. Your show will be coming in a few minutes. Have fun.”
“Better not to make your best friend wait too long, Yoochun,” Jaejoong slaps Yoochun’s shoulder one more time, hand on the doorknob. Yoochun waves as the door shuts, Jaejoong snorting as he looks around the VIP room.
The VIP room of SURVIVOR was arguably much more classy than the rest of the pub, seats a dark shade of blood red, low table in the middle of the room. Jaejoong smirks as he takes note of the pole attached to the middle of the table, running all the way from the ceiling to the carpet. He sprawls himself comfortably on the cushions, waiting for his surprise show to arrive.
Two minutes later, the door opens, a tall and slim figure stepping into the room. His face is shielded by a translucent scarf, with only his eyes showing. Jaejoong smiles in appreciation as his gaze sweeps over the man’s body, dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants and a vest that seemed some sizes too small. Sculptured abdominal muscles could be seen under the waistcoat, biceps and triceps another sight to drool over all by themselves.
Jaejoong could not help but lick his lips as the man swishes over, stepping onto the low table, grasping the pole. And as if on cue, music starts, the beats resounding throughout the small room. He starts dancing, giving Jaejoong a show of gyrating his hips and bucking them in his direction, entrancing Jaejoong in his movements.
It is an amazing private show, and Jaejoong mentally reminds himself to thank Yoochun later. He can feel his pants tent at the crotch, erection almost begging to be taken care of. And then the dancer hooks a finger at him, enticing him to dance. Jaejoong nearly jumps up from the seat, tugging off his shirt, buttons flying all over the room. He climbs onto the table as well, arms enveloping the dancer’s slim waist.
“What’s your name?” he breathes into the dancer’s ear, gently nipping on its shell. The man moans quietly, grinding his hips against the pole, seeking friction. Jaejoong grips his hips, holding them flush against the pole in the middle of the both of them, causing the dancer’s arousal to be pressed tightly on the metal, bringing slight discomfort.
“Yunho,” the dancer shakily replies, Jaejoong controlling his hips as they ground on the pole, almost painful pressure inflicted on his groin. Jaejoong’s hands move to cup the man’s ass, still applying pressure and forcing Yunho against the cool metal. Groaning again, Yunho’s head lolls backward, pain and pleasure making a heady combination.
“Remove the scarf,” Jaejoong commands, one hand slipping between them to undo the button of Yunho’s pants. Yunho fumbles with untying the silky cloth, Jaejoong reaching up and tearing it off his face. And once it is gone, the dancer finds a pair of lips ravaging his own, Jaejoong’s insistent tongue demanding access.
Before long, Yunho’s naked, hips still held against the pole, cool metal pressing on his arousal, tinges of pain coursing through his body. Jaejoong’s hands are running all over his back, grasping his hips tightly, not giving him any room to move. “You look so good, Yunho,” the other man’s hot breath trails in his ear, sending shivers down his spine, “Good enough to eat.”
Jaejoong steps away, Yunho instantly sighing in relief. His cock is throbbing from pain, yet still pressing against his belly in arousal. “Where are the toys?” Jaejoong questions, cradling Yunho’s face.
Yunho gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he anticipates what’s coming for him. Yoochun, the boss, had told him that the customer he was serving that night would be a promise of incredible sex, but he had never expected it to be meant in this way. Jaejoong tugs on Yunho’s hair, eliciting another gasp from him. “There…” he answers, pointing to a dark corner of the room where a large black box sat.
Jaejoong strides over to the box, opening it and surveying the items inside. Letting out another appreciative sigh, he smiles, pulling out certain objects he wanted to use. He lays the items on the edge of the table, climbing back up and wrapping his arms around Yunho from behind.
Slowly, Jaejoong guides them both in a leisure dance, hips moving up and down, as if serenading the pole. Reaching for two pair of handcuffs, Jaejoong cuffs Yunho’s wrists together around the pole, disallowing him from moving away. He crouches over, doing the same to the dancer’s ankles. Standing up, Jaejoong admires his handiwork, Yunho slightly struggling against his binds.
Jaejoong leans in close to Yunho, fingers teasing and tweaking his nipples, “Are you ready for the night of your life, Yunho?” The dancer moans, hips grinding again on the pole, needing friction as before. Jaejoong continues rubbing Yunho’s nipples, watching them become perky nubs, before allowing a hand to drop between them, fisting Yunho’s arousal tightly.
Yunho’s breathing turns uneven, panting harshly as he’s brought closer and closer to orgasm. Then everything stops abruptly, Jaejoong pushing a cock ring down his length. Writhing, Yunho tries to protest, moaning and wanting Jaejoong to take off the ring. The man only shakes his head, capturing his lips in another ravishing kiss.
Breaking away, Jaejoong spins around Yunho, tugging off his own jeans. He grasps the bottle of lube, squeezing a liberal amount onto his fingers. Jaejoong unhurriedly traces his fingers down Yunho’s back, dipping into the crevice of his buttocks, teasingly rubbing the pucker hidden there. Yunho moans, pushes down on Jaejoong’s fingers, trying to get them inside him.
Without warning, Jaejoong thrusts three fingers deep into Yunho, causing the dancer to scream at the intrusion. It’s a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, desire and lust creeping up on him, coursing through his veins. Jaejoong pumps them in and out at a steady pace, matching the deep beats of the music still filling the small room. Yunho moans loudly when Jaejoong’s fingers caress his prostate, the man applying pressure on his hypersensitive gland.
By the time Jaejoong removes his fingers, Yunho’s a shivering mess, prostate over-stimulated and unable to orgasm. Jaejoong flutters kisses all over his neck and shoulder, hands running over his torso, dipping into his belly button, deliberately ignoring the dripping erection. And soon after, Yunho finds something else pressing against his pucker, sliding into him.
The toy fills him so well, tight ring of muscles clamping down on the base. Its bulbous tip rubs mercilessly against his prostate with every slight movement; stretching him and making him want to come. Jaejoong’s facing him again, the pole between their faces, strong hands holding his shoulders, keeping him from collapsing.
“Dance,” is the only word Jaejoong utters, Yunho groaning as he momentarily wonders how he’s going to dance, bound to the pole and with a toy in his ass. Then Jaejoong grips his hips again, moving them from side to side, leading him in an erotic dance. Their lips meet once more, tongues tangling in a sensual tango, sending them both towards utter bliss.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho yells as he’s thrown over the cliff of ecstasy again, inner muscles going into spasms and clenching tightly on the plug inside of him. All of a sudden, a viscous fluid fills his ass, coating his passage thoroughly. Yunho screams from the sensation, shock adding to his pleasure as he pants, unable to release.
Jaejoong laves Yunho’s cheek and jaw, nibbling lightly and leaving his mark on the dancer. “It’s a ejaculating plug, Yunho,” he murmurs, chuckling deeply at the other man’s squirming, “Supposed to enhance your orgasm, like you’re getting fucked and someone’s come is exploding inside of you.”
Yunho feels like sobbing, feels like crying when Jaejoong’s behind him again, tugging the plug out of his body, only to be replaced by a thick dildo. A hand snakes around to his front, turning the dial on the cock ring. It comes to life, Yunho screaming at the sudden sensations spiraling up his body. Jaejoong grabs his chin, tilting it back to kiss the life out of him again.
The sensations are intensified tenfold, Jaejoong switching the vibrator in him to its highest setting as well. Yunho shouts and yells, moans loudly at his predicament, grinding incessantly against the pole, cool metal providing little friction and relief. Jaejoong smirks as he reaches for his last item, sliding it over Yunho’s cock as well.
“Shh,” he whispers into Yunho’s ear, leisurely stroking his arousal, “Look at yourself.” Yunho’s head dips down, taking in the sight of his arousal, with two bright cock rings preventing him orgasm. He groans, almost begs Jaejoong to take them off. Yunho grinds down on Jaejoong instead, forcing the vibrator even deeper inside him, teasing his prostate cruelly. Jaejoong ignores Yunho’s pleas, flipping the switch on the second cock ring, adding to the sensations wrecking Yunho’s body.
“J-Jaejoong…” Yunho’s voice comes out husky and shaky, unable to speak coherently, “Please, please, fuck me.” Jaejoong bites down harshly on Yunho’s shoulder, a purplish-red mark forming. Yunho undulates his hips against Jaejoong’s, feeling the man’s arousal poking his thigh. “Pl-please… Jaejoong…”
Jaejoong shushes Yunho again, gradually pulling out the vibrator and tossing it aside. Then he thrusts into Yunho, the dancer screaming once more as Jaejoong breaks into a primal speed. His arousal rubs against the pole, weeping a river and impossibly hard by now.
As Jaejoong nears completion, he grabs Yunho’s cock roughly, fisting and sending them both over the edge of utmost bliss. At the last moment, he tugs off the cock rings, Yunho seeing a bright flash of white as he explodes, come running down the pole and Jaejoong’s hand. Jaejoong in turn tenses, come pulsing into Yunho’s body.
And they collapse onto the table, Jaejoong still buried deep inside Yunho, Yunho still bound to the pole. Chests heaving, they recover from their amazing sex, Yunho almost falling into unconscious. Jaejoong grasps the keys with a shaky hand, unlocking the handcuffs, releasing Yunho. He pulls out, managing to amble over to the seat, sinking into it exhaustedly.
Yunho breathes deeply, picking up his clothes and putting them on. Jaejoong watches with hooded eyes as Yunho dresses, getting ready to leave the room. And as the dancer approaches the door, Jaejoong calls out.
“Yunho.”
He spins around, facing the man.
“Be my whore.”
****
Alright! Haha, bet you didnt expect me to pop out at the end of my fic, cause I usually dont. ((: I have a small treat for all those Singaporeans (and Malaysians too!) ehehehe. ((: But first, if you like my uke!ho fics, or maybe just uke!ho in general, then please join uke_yunho ! ((: We are just a few short of 100 members. :D I promise to post a fic in celebration of 100 members, so please? <3
Now for the Singaporeans (and Malaysians too, cause we speak almost the same Singlish/Manglish)! ((: Just a little thingy that I thought of. XD
Jaejoong licked his lips, stepping back to sweep his gaze over Yunho's body. "Mm, Yunnie-yah," he sighed appreciatively, "You look good enough to makan."
Yunho squirmed as much as his position would allow, face blushing in embarrassment. "Jaejoong-ah," he squeezes his eyes shut, "I feel so malu."
"Don't malu," the older man strode up to Yunho, tugging gently on the nipple clamps attached to the perky nubs, "You're so prettyful liddat. Anyway, how else am I gonna punish you huh?"
Yunho inhaled a deep breath, highly aware of door left wide open and their three dongsaengs that were currently huddled in the doorway. "Jaejoong... Please, I feel very malu. Pain. Don't want."
"Shut up," Jaejoong hissed into Yunho's ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin, "You kena punished. Don't talk."
"I'm going to makan." And with that, Jaejoong bit down harshly on Yunho's shoulder, causing the bound man to shout.
THAT'S IT. I AM NOT CONTINUING THIS, NO. NONONO.
If anyone needs translations, basically, makan = eat. Malu = embarrassed. "You kena punished" = "You're being punished". Yeah. That's it. ((:
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