Licensed Companions NINE
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.
romance, fluff, crack, smut.
overall NC17 for smut.
author's note - argh, I know I havent updated in like more than a week. >.< Hope all of you didnt wait too long for this chapter. :/ And y'all havent forgotten me, have you? >.< I hope not. :/ Anyway, here's chapter nine! :D I'll try to update TEN soon enough, maybe tomorrow or Friday, depending on my schedule. I really hope to write until maybe chapter fourteen or fifteen before school starts in mid-April. ((:
Significantly shorter than my past chapters, but still packed! (: with smut and romance and fluff. :DD only ChulKyung and YunJae in this chapter, though. From now on, my chapters will be like this, maybe only two pairings within each chapter. Yup. :D Comments are so much love, as always! <33
PROLOGUE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.
character gallery and profiles.
NINE.
Bright sunlight streaked through the curtains, illuminating the large room with a pale yellow glow. Hankyung whimpered, flipping himself onto his front sleepily, pulling the thick comforter over his head. Minutes later, he yawned into the pillow, face scrunched up as he opened his eyes. Turning his head so it rested on its side, Hankyung blinked a few times, trying to recall why he had fallen asleep on this superbly comfortable bed in this room that was definitely not his own.
“Oh…” he groaned, shifting onto his back again, staring up at the white ceiling. He remembered now. He had moved into Heechul’s mansion the day before, and they had had their first night together on this very mattress. Hankyung lifted the covers, peering at his own body. Unclothed. He must have passed out in fatigue right after coming.
Pulling himself into a sitting position, Hankyung ran a hand through his tousled hair, wondering where Heechul was. He gazed around the room, taking in his surroundings once more, familiarizing himself with Heechul’s bedroom. It was neat, clean, and Hankyung could tell Heechul liked to read in the comfort of his room; there were two full bookshelves set against the far wall. He slid out of the king-sized bed, stretching.
The door clicked open, Heechul stepping into the bedroom. He was only donning a towel around his hips, hair still dripping from the shower he had taken. “Ah, you’re awake,” Heechul grinned, sweeping his gaze over Hankyung’s naked self. Hankyung nodded, blushing slightly as he caught the man’s intent stare, a hand moving to cover himself.
“Pfft,” Heechul sauntered over, tilting Hankyung’s head for a morning kiss, “I’ve already seen all there is to see, Kyung. You should stop being so shy around me.” The boy sighed into the kiss, Heechul’s tongue already enthusiastically exploring his mouth. Instinctively, Hankyung’s arms wrapped themselves around Heechul’s neck, pressing himself closer to the older man.
“Hyung…” he let out, as Heechul broke away, striding towards the walk-in wardrobe adjacent to their room. Heechul picked out a thin tank top and a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on as Hankyung watched. “Hmm?” the man responded, rummaging through his shelves for something Hankyung could wear.
Before the boy could reply, Heechul had returned, holding out a garment for him to slip on. “Go and wash up, take a shower,” he instructed, “I’m going to show you around the mansion while breakfast’s being prepared.” Hankyung nodded in agreement, taking the clothes from Heechul and exiting the room.
Half an hour later, Heechul breezed into the bathroom, finding an embarrassed and nervous Hankyung standing in the middle of it. “What’s wrong?” he enquired, while raking his eyes over Hankyung’s body once more. Oh yes, he had made such a perfect decision to dress Hankyung in this garment. It was so fitting on the boy, he exuding a sheer sexiness Heechul wasn’t even sure Hankyung realized he had.
Hankyung shifted his weight from foot to foot, chewing on his lower lip anxiously. He could feel the air between his legs, as if they were exposed, and truthfully, he felt almost as naked as he had been an hour ago. The nightie Heechul had passed to him was loose, silky material flowing over his body, ending around the middle of his thighs. Essentially, it was a dress, and Hankyung felt like hiding himself from the increasingly heated gaze Heechul was staring at him with.
“I feel so… Bare,” he murmured, slightly sawing his legs together. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, well, Heechul hadn’t told him to; and the air in the bathroom was already starting to make him half-hard. Heechul stepped closer to Hankyung, grasping the boy’s shoulders, trapping him against the vanity counter and himself. “You look so sexy like this, Kyung,” the man breathed into Hankyung’s ear, tongue peeking out to run teasingly over the shell of his ear.
Hankyung’s breath instantly hitched at the line, nightie starting to tent around his crotch area. Heechul planted a kiss on Hankyung’s lips, before pulling away. “Come, Kyung,” he beckoned for the boy to follow him, “Let me take you on a proper tour.”
****
Hankyung could not help but gawk. Heechul stood to his side, smirking and giving the boy time to take in the whole room. He was obviously shocked, startled out of his wits, but Heechul could tell that he was somewhat aroused, excited by the prospects of having such a room in the mansion. Hankyung spun his head to face his owner, “Hyung… Can I explore?”
Heechul nodded, grinning as Hankyung walked past the shelves, fingers running over certain items, curious and inquisitive. The boy ambled to the far end of the room, crouching over to inspect other furniture and appliances. “You like it, Kyung?” he queried, “Like the playroom?”
Hankyung stood up from where he was, smiling now. “Yes Hyung, I do,” he answered, like a child satisfied with a new toy. He finally comprehended what Yunho had meant by Heechul being a kinky bastard, and by the looks of this playroom, Hankyung knew he would appreciate it, would learn to enjoy being Heechul’s LC. His months in training had taught him to accept and delight in almost all types of sex, ranging from vanilla to kinky. And Hankyung wouldn’t admit it outright to his friends, but deep down, he enjoyed being on the receiving end of kinky sex.
Striding over to Hankyung, Heechul leaned to capture the boy’s lips, ravishing his mouth. Hankyung moaned into the kiss, already knowing how Heechul would kiss him, how the man’s tongue would thrust into his mouth, how he would nibble on his lips. Heechul dipped a hand down, reaching beneath the hem of Hankyung’s nightie to run up his inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin.
“Good that you like it,” he whispered against Hankyung’s lips, grasping the boy’s arousal in his hand, “We’ll be spending a lot of time here.” Heechul smirked as Hankyung gasped, hips undulating into his hand. He continued to fist Hankyung, stopping abruptly when the boy was just about to come.
Hankyung whimpered softly as Heechul broke all contact between the two of them, warm touch lost from his length. The man moved towards a device in the corner of the room, flicking on the power switch. Interested, Hankyung strolled over, finding Heechul fiddling with the appliance.
It was a black saddle-like seat, with a rod protruding from a hole in the centre. There was an attached remote by a cord, which Heechul was fiddling around with. All of a sudden, a whirring filled the room, the rod vibrating. Hankyung inhaled a sharp breath as he watched Heechul turn a knob on the remote, causing the vibrations to speed up. Heechul smirked once again, flipping the other switch on the remote, causing the rod to rotate.
Hankyung continued to watch with wide eyes as Heechul spun the other knob, the speed of the rotations increasing, till the whirring resounded in the playroom. Switching the appliance off, Heechul grinned at Hankyung, “You want to try this toy? It’s called a Sybian, Kyung. Wonderful device when I’m not around to personally fuck you.”
Shivers ran down his spine as Hankyung imagined the pleasure the device would provide him, agreeing almost immediately. Smiling, Heechul got up from his crouched position, grabbing a bottle of lube, “Good. Take off your clothes. You have to prepare.”
Nodding, Hankyung tugged off the nightie, arousal pressing insistently against his tummy. Heechul gestured towards the wall, wanting Hankyung to steady himself against it as he was prepared. Following Heechul’s instructions, Hankyung pressed his torso on the wall, legs spreading themselves.
Heechul coated three of his fingers thoroughly, reaching between Hankyung’s buttocks. He rubbed at the pucker, before pushing two fingers in, pumping in and out of Hankyung’s entrance. The boy let out a moan at the feeling, now much more accustomed to having something up his passage.
Scissoring his fingers, Heechul added another, stretching Hankyung well. He didn’t want the boy to be hurt, didn’t want the tissues of his insides to tear, causing bleeding. Grasping Hankyung’s right hand, Heechul poured lube onto his fingers as well, guiding them to his entrance.
Hankyung exhaled shakily as Heechul pressed one of his own fingers into him, the burning stretch delicious and arousing. Now there were four fingers in his ass, three of Heechul’s and one of his own, and Hankyung could not help but moan loudly as Heechul forced another finger in. With five fingers stretching him, Hankyung felt full, very full, and it was satisfying. He pushed down on the digits, pumping himself on them.
Not long after, Heechul withdrew his fingers, tugging Hankyung’s out as well; the boy whining at the loss. He strode over to the shelves of toys, picking a fairly large dildo from the array. Heechul affixed the dildo onto the rod of the Sybian, making sure it was firmly secured, before liberally covering it with lube.
“Come here,” beckoning Hankyung over, Heechul took the remote in his hand, leaning his weight on the wall. Hankyung took a deep breath, before straddling the device, dildo buried up his butt. He shifted slightly, making himself as comfortable as possible, gasping when the bulbous tip of the toy brushed against his prostate.
“Ready?” Heechul asked, fingers poised to switch the Sybian on. Hankyung nodded, anticipating the vibrations to begin. And they did, Heechul turning the knob slightly so they increased, causing the dildo to rub mercilessly against his prostate. Hankyung moaned, gripping tightly onto the handles of the device.
Then the rotation started, dildo moving in a circular motion, further stimulating Hankyung’s hypersensitive gland. Hankyung was panting harshly by now, cock impossibly hard and dripping with precome. Letting go of the handles, the boy reached for his length, needing relief so badly. Heechul clucked his tongue in disapproval, “No, Kyung.”
Whimpering, Hankyung clutched the handles again, letting out a shout as Heechul turned the knobs high, doubling the speed of the vibrations and rotations. Hankyung grinded his teeth together, moaning wantonly as the dildo kept caressing his prostate, making him shudder in pleasure, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was brought closer and closer to bliss, orgasm impending.
Heechul noticed Hankyung stiffening, promptly gripping the base of his arousal securely, abruptly denying the boy orgasm. Hankyung screamed, writhing as pleasure flowed over him in waves, yet unable to release. Reaching for a cock ring, Heechul pushed it down Hankyung’s length, ignoring his pleading whines.
The Sybian was still switched on to its highest setting, keeping Hankyung on the edge of ecstasy. Placing fingers under the boy’s chin, Heechul cocked his head up, pressing a kiss to Hankyung’s lips. Then he set the remote down, out of Hankyung’s reach, before sauntering to the other side of the room. He reached for a vibrator, strolling back in front of Hankyung, tugging off his sweatpants.
Hankyung’s mind was clouded over, unfocused. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Heechul kneeled before him, back towards him, buttocks pushed out. And the man gradually pushed the vibrator into himself, switching it on, before standing up and turning around. “Suck me, Kyung,” he lifted Hankyung’s head once more, offering his cock to the boy.
And Hankyung dropped his jaw, taking Heechul into his warm caverns as the device worked inside of him, causing him to moan around Heechul’s arousal. His moan was echoed by Heechul, vibrations shimmying up his body as well, toy lodged deep inside of him, Hankyung’s mouth providing amazing suction.
Before long, they were both close to orgasm again, Heechul letting out a yell as he came, hot come filling Hankyung’s stomach. Hankyung moaned, Heechul instantly reaching down to fist his erection roughly. At the last second, Heechul tugged off the cock ring, Hankyung exploding onto Heechul’s hand. Their chests heaved as they recovered from orgasm, Heechul reaching for the remote.
Flipping the switches off, Heechul slid his hands under Hankyung’s armpits, supporting him as the boy got up, dildo removed from his ass. Hankyung almost collapsed onto the carpet, still unsteady from the intensity of his orgasm. He was happy and satisfied, though, as the Sybian proved to be a perfect masturbation device.
“Hyung…” he managed to speak, standing straighter, taking some of his weight off Heechul, “I like that toy.” Heechul grinned, placing a last kiss onto Hankyung’s lips, tongues sliding languidly over each other.
“Let’s go,” Heechul replied, starting towards the door, “We have breakfast waiting for us.”
****
Yunho watched as Jaejoong yawned, mouth open wide and arms stretching over his head. He chuckled at the adorable movement; it made Jaejoong seem like a young boy, not the now-professional LC he was. “Morning,” he greeted, planting a loving kiss to the boy’s lips, eliciting a smile from him.
“Morning, Oppa,” Jaejoong answered, beaming as he tilted his head to return the kiss. Wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong closed off the space between them, snuggling against the crook of the man’s shoulder. Yunho grinned, enveloping the smaller boy in his embrace, laying another peck to the top of his head. He let Jaejoong curl his legs into a semi-foetal position, tucking them between his own.
“Did you have a good sleep?” Yunho inquired, tracing circles on the small of Jaejoong’s back. Nodding, Jaejoong allowed his eyes to slide shut again, inhaling the musky, manly scent that he had come to recognize and love. It was stronger than usual, perhaps because they were still cuddling under the covers, reluctant to get out of bed and shower. Jaejoong nuzzled against Yunho’s muscled chest once more, tongue cheekily peeking out to lave at a dusky nipple.
Yunho gasped as Jaejoong ran his tongue languidly over his nipple, fingers coming up to brush at the other. Soon, they became hard nubs, Yunho’s groin reacting to Jaejoong’s ministrations as well. “Boo…” he tried to warn, the reprimand drawing out into a moan as Jaejoong grasped his length, slowly fisting.
Angling his head up to meet Yunho’s face, Jaejoong smiled innocently, “Yes, Oppa? Is there something wrong?” With a low grunt, Yunho swooped his head down to capture Jaejoong’s lips fully, swiftly pushing his tongue in. Jaejoong whimpered quietly, before meeting Yunho’s tongue, engaging in a smooth tango with him. They kissed, hands touching, caressing each other’s bodies.
Yunho rolled himself onto his back, causing Jaejoong to be lifted off the bed, sprawled over the larger man. Grasping the boy’s hips, Yunho leisurely grinded against him, Jaejoong steadying himself with hands on either side of Yunho’s head. They broke away, Jaejoong panting as Yunho continued to buck his hips up, their naked crotches rubbing against each other.
“Oppa…” Before long, Jaejoong was reduced to a moaning mess, Yunho not letting up his movements. Jaejoong’s head fell onto Yunho’s shoulder, breath harsh as he approached climax. Catching Jaejoong’s mouth in another passionate kiss, Yunho swallowed the boy’s moans as he came, hot fluid decorating both their chests.
Setting Jaejoong back onto the sheets, Yunho kissed him once again, before standing up. “Come, Boo,” he held out a hand for the boy to take, “Let’s take a nice, hot, long bath.”
****
“Oppa,” Jaejoong traced a finger down Yunho’s chest, grinning as the muscles tensed under his touch, “What are we doing today?” The man draped his arms casually around Jaejoong’s waist, rocking him slightly against himself. He was still hard, and was getting even more aroused in the bath; Jaejoong straddling his hips, foamy bubbles floating on the surface of the soapy water.
“What do you want to do, Jaejoong-ah?” Yunho asked in return, running a hand through Jaejoong’s wet hair. The boy contemplated, shifting slightly in his position. “I was thinking of walking around, Yunnie,” he replied, hands reaching out to cup bubbles in his palms.
“That seems like a good idea,” Yunho agreed, hands wandering towards the boy’s buttocks, gently kneading the round globes. Jaejoong smiled, patting foam onto Yunho’s hair, making his dark crop become a mass of white frothy bubbles. He laughed at the sight, Yunho attempting to blow some stray bubbles off his nose.
“Boo…” he warned again, Jaejoong leaning in to brush the foam off, kissing his owner in the process. Sighing, Yunho lifted his hips, erection rubbing against Jaejoong’s buttocks, “Aish, I never realized I would employ such a cheeky LC! I should punish you someday, Jaejoong-ah.”
A shiver ran through Jaejoong as Yunho mentioned those words; both anticipation and slight apprehension running through him. “I’d be glad to be punished by you, Oppa,” he murmured in response, sliding down the length of Yunho’s body to fist the man’s arousal once more.
Yunho’s body stiffened as Jaejoong stroked him to orgasm, come spilling onto the boy’s hand. Leaning in, they shared another slow kiss, reveling in their time spent together. “Mm, Yunnie,” Jaejoong breathed, lying his torso on Yunho’s. The man threaded his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair, stroking unhurriedly.
The sun rose higher in the sky, casting its beams down on the earth, over the happy couple spending their lazy morning in the bathtub. Yunho and Jaejoong embraced tightly, holding onto each other, lacing their hearts and lives together in that warm foamy water, bonding over languid kisses and whispered secrets.
****
yunho/jaejoong; yoochun/junsu; hankyung/heechul.
romance, fluff, crack, smut.
overall NC17 for smut.
author's note - argh, I know I havent updated in like more than a week. >.< Hope all of you didnt wait too long for this chapter. :/ And y'all havent forgotten me, have you? >.< I hope not. :/ Anyway, here's chapter nine! :D I'll try to update TEN soon enough, maybe tomorrow or Friday, depending on my schedule. I really hope to write until maybe chapter fourteen or fifteen before school starts in mid-April. ((:
Significantly shorter than my past chapters, but still packed! (: with smut and romance and fluff. :DD only ChulKyung and YunJae in this chapter, though. From now on, my chapters will be like this, maybe only two pairings within each chapter. Yup. :D Comments are so much love, as always! <33
PROLOGUE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.
character gallery and profiles.
NINE.
Bright sunlight streaked through the curtains, illuminating the large room with a pale yellow glow. Hankyung whimpered, flipping himself onto his front sleepily, pulling the thick comforter over his head. Minutes later, he yawned into the pillow, face scrunched up as he opened his eyes. Turning his head so it rested on its side, Hankyung blinked a few times, trying to recall why he had fallen asleep on this superbly comfortable bed in this room that was definitely not his own.
“Oh…” he groaned, shifting onto his back again, staring up at the white ceiling. He remembered now. He had moved into Heechul’s mansion the day before, and they had had their first night together on this very mattress. Hankyung lifted the covers, peering at his own body. Unclothed. He must have passed out in fatigue right after coming.
Pulling himself into a sitting position, Hankyung ran a hand through his tousled hair, wondering where Heechul was. He gazed around the room, taking in his surroundings once more, familiarizing himself with Heechul’s bedroom. It was neat, clean, and Hankyung could tell Heechul liked to read in the comfort of his room; there were two full bookshelves set against the far wall. He slid out of the king-sized bed, stretching.
The door clicked open, Heechul stepping into the bedroom. He was only donning a towel around his hips, hair still dripping from the shower he had taken. “Ah, you’re awake,” Heechul grinned, sweeping his gaze over Hankyung’s naked self. Hankyung nodded, blushing slightly as he caught the man’s intent stare, a hand moving to cover himself.
“Pfft,” Heechul sauntered over, tilting Hankyung’s head for a morning kiss, “I’ve already seen all there is to see, Kyung. You should stop being so shy around me.” The boy sighed into the kiss, Heechul’s tongue already enthusiastically exploring his mouth. Instinctively, Hankyung’s arms wrapped themselves around Heechul’s neck, pressing himself closer to the older man.
“Hyung…” he let out, as Heechul broke away, striding towards the walk-in wardrobe adjacent to their room. Heechul picked out a thin tank top and a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on as Hankyung watched. “Hmm?” the man responded, rummaging through his shelves for something Hankyung could wear.
Before the boy could reply, Heechul had returned, holding out a garment for him to slip on. “Go and wash up, take a shower,” he instructed, “I’m going to show you around the mansion while breakfast’s being prepared.” Hankyung nodded in agreement, taking the clothes from Heechul and exiting the room.
Half an hour later, Heechul breezed into the bathroom, finding an embarrassed and nervous Hankyung standing in the middle of it. “What’s wrong?” he enquired, while raking his eyes over Hankyung’s body once more. Oh yes, he had made such a perfect decision to dress Hankyung in this garment. It was so fitting on the boy, he exuding a sheer sexiness Heechul wasn’t even sure Hankyung realized he had.
Hankyung shifted his weight from foot to foot, chewing on his lower lip anxiously. He could feel the air between his legs, as if they were exposed, and truthfully, he felt almost as naked as he had been an hour ago. The nightie Heechul had passed to him was loose, silky material flowing over his body, ending around the middle of his thighs. Essentially, it was a dress, and Hankyung felt like hiding himself from the increasingly heated gaze Heechul was staring at him with.
“I feel so… Bare,” he murmured, slightly sawing his legs together. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, well, Heechul hadn’t told him to; and the air in the bathroom was already starting to make him half-hard. Heechul stepped closer to Hankyung, grasping the boy’s shoulders, trapping him against the vanity counter and himself. “You look so sexy like this, Kyung,” the man breathed into Hankyung’s ear, tongue peeking out to run teasingly over the shell of his ear.
Hankyung’s breath instantly hitched at the line, nightie starting to tent around his crotch area. Heechul planted a kiss on Hankyung’s lips, before pulling away. “Come, Kyung,” he beckoned for the boy to follow him, “Let me take you on a proper tour.”
****
Hankyung could not help but gawk. Heechul stood to his side, smirking and giving the boy time to take in the whole room. He was obviously shocked, startled out of his wits, but Heechul could tell that he was somewhat aroused, excited by the prospects of having such a room in the mansion. Hankyung spun his head to face his owner, “Hyung… Can I explore?”
Heechul nodded, grinning as Hankyung walked past the shelves, fingers running over certain items, curious and inquisitive. The boy ambled to the far end of the room, crouching over to inspect other furniture and appliances. “You like it, Kyung?” he queried, “Like the playroom?”
Hankyung stood up from where he was, smiling now. “Yes Hyung, I do,” he answered, like a child satisfied with a new toy. He finally comprehended what Yunho had meant by Heechul being a kinky bastard, and by the looks of this playroom, Hankyung knew he would appreciate it, would learn to enjoy being Heechul’s LC. His months in training had taught him to accept and delight in almost all types of sex, ranging from vanilla to kinky. And Hankyung wouldn’t admit it outright to his friends, but deep down, he enjoyed being on the receiving end of kinky sex.
Striding over to Hankyung, Heechul leaned to capture the boy’s lips, ravishing his mouth. Hankyung moaned into the kiss, already knowing how Heechul would kiss him, how the man’s tongue would thrust into his mouth, how he would nibble on his lips. Heechul dipped a hand down, reaching beneath the hem of Hankyung’s nightie to run up his inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin.
“Good that you like it,” he whispered against Hankyung’s lips, grasping the boy’s arousal in his hand, “We’ll be spending a lot of time here.” Heechul smirked as Hankyung gasped, hips undulating into his hand. He continued to fist Hankyung, stopping abruptly when the boy was just about to come.
Hankyung whimpered softly as Heechul broke all contact between the two of them, warm touch lost from his length. The man moved towards a device in the corner of the room, flicking on the power switch. Interested, Hankyung strolled over, finding Heechul fiddling with the appliance.
It was a black saddle-like seat, with a rod protruding from a hole in the centre. There was an attached remote by a cord, which Heechul was fiddling around with. All of a sudden, a whirring filled the room, the rod vibrating. Hankyung inhaled a sharp breath as he watched Heechul turn a knob on the remote, causing the vibrations to speed up. Heechul smirked once again, flipping the other switch on the remote, causing the rod to rotate.
Hankyung continued to watch with wide eyes as Heechul spun the other knob, the speed of the rotations increasing, till the whirring resounded in the playroom. Switching the appliance off, Heechul grinned at Hankyung, “You want to try this toy? It’s called a Sybian, Kyung. Wonderful device when I’m not around to personally fuck you.”
Shivers ran down his spine as Hankyung imagined the pleasure the device would provide him, agreeing almost immediately. Smiling, Heechul got up from his crouched position, grabbing a bottle of lube, “Good. Take off your clothes. You have to prepare.”
Nodding, Hankyung tugged off the nightie, arousal pressing insistently against his tummy. Heechul gestured towards the wall, wanting Hankyung to steady himself against it as he was prepared. Following Heechul’s instructions, Hankyung pressed his torso on the wall, legs spreading themselves.
Heechul coated three of his fingers thoroughly, reaching between Hankyung’s buttocks. He rubbed at the pucker, before pushing two fingers in, pumping in and out of Hankyung’s entrance. The boy let out a moan at the feeling, now much more accustomed to having something up his passage.
Scissoring his fingers, Heechul added another, stretching Hankyung well. He didn’t want the boy to be hurt, didn’t want the tissues of his insides to tear, causing bleeding. Grasping Hankyung’s right hand, Heechul poured lube onto his fingers as well, guiding them to his entrance.
Hankyung exhaled shakily as Heechul pressed one of his own fingers into him, the burning stretch delicious and arousing. Now there were four fingers in his ass, three of Heechul’s and one of his own, and Hankyung could not help but moan loudly as Heechul forced another finger in. With five fingers stretching him, Hankyung felt full, very full, and it was satisfying. He pushed down on the digits, pumping himself on them.
Not long after, Heechul withdrew his fingers, tugging Hankyung’s out as well; the boy whining at the loss. He strode over to the shelves of toys, picking a fairly large dildo from the array. Heechul affixed the dildo onto the rod of the Sybian, making sure it was firmly secured, before liberally covering it with lube.
“Come here,” beckoning Hankyung over, Heechul took the remote in his hand, leaning his weight on the wall. Hankyung took a deep breath, before straddling the device, dildo buried up his butt. He shifted slightly, making himself as comfortable as possible, gasping when the bulbous tip of the toy brushed against his prostate.
“Ready?” Heechul asked, fingers poised to switch the Sybian on. Hankyung nodded, anticipating the vibrations to begin. And they did, Heechul turning the knob slightly so they increased, causing the dildo to rub mercilessly against his prostate. Hankyung moaned, gripping tightly onto the handles of the device.
Then the rotation started, dildo moving in a circular motion, further stimulating Hankyung’s hypersensitive gland. Hankyung was panting harshly by now, cock impossibly hard and dripping with precome. Letting go of the handles, the boy reached for his length, needing relief so badly. Heechul clucked his tongue in disapproval, “No, Kyung.”
Whimpering, Hankyung clutched the handles again, letting out a shout as Heechul turned the knobs high, doubling the speed of the vibrations and rotations. Hankyung grinded his teeth together, moaning wantonly as the dildo kept caressing his prostate, making him shudder in pleasure, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was brought closer and closer to bliss, orgasm impending.
Heechul noticed Hankyung stiffening, promptly gripping the base of his arousal securely, abruptly denying the boy orgasm. Hankyung screamed, writhing as pleasure flowed over him in waves, yet unable to release. Reaching for a cock ring, Heechul pushed it down Hankyung’s length, ignoring his pleading whines.
The Sybian was still switched on to its highest setting, keeping Hankyung on the edge of ecstasy. Placing fingers under the boy’s chin, Heechul cocked his head up, pressing a kiss to Hankyung’s lips. Then he set the remote down, out of Hankyung’s reach, before sauntering to the other side of the room. He reached for a vibrator, strolling back in front of Hankyung, tugging off his sweatpants.
Hankyung’s mind was clouded over, unfocused. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Heechul kneeled before him, back towards him, buttocks pushed out. And the man gradually pushed the vibrator into himself, switching it on, before standing up and turning around. “Suck me, Kyung,” he lifted Hankyung’s head once more, offering his cock to the boy.
And Hankyung dropped his jaw, taking Heechul into his warm caverns as the device worked inside of him, causing him to moan around Heechul’s arousal. His moan was echoed by Heechul, vibrations shimmying up his body as well, toy lodged deep inside of him, Hankyung’s mouth providing amazing suction.
Before long, they were both close to orgasm again, Heechul letting out a yell as he came, hot come filling Hankyung’s stomach. Hankyung moaned, Heechul instantly reaching down to fist his erection roughly. At the last second, Heechul tugged off the cock ring, Hankyung exploding onto Heechul’s hand. Their chests heaved as they recovered from orgasm, Heechul reaching for the remote.
Flipping the switches off, Heechul slid his hands under Hankyung’s armpits, supporting him as the boy got up, dildo removed from his ass. Hankyung almost collapsed onto the carpet, still unsteady from the intensity of his orgasm. He was happy and satisfied, though, as the Sybian proved to be a perfect masturbation device.
“Hyung…” he managed to speak, standing straighter, taking some of his weight off Heechul, “I like that toy.” Heechul grinned, placing a last kiss onto Hankyung’s lips, tongues sliding languidly over each other.
“Let’s go,” Heechul replied, starting towards the door, “We have breakfast waiting for us.”
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Yunho watched as Jaejoong yawned, mouth open wide and arms stretching over his head. He chuckled at the adorable movement; it made Jaejoong seem like a young boy, not the now-professional LC he was. “Morning,” he greeted, planting a loving kiss to the boy’s lips, eliciting a smile from him.
“Morning, Oppa,” Jaejoong answered, beaming as he tilted his head to return the kiss. Wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong closed off the space between them, snuggling against the crook of the man’s shoulder. Yunho grinned, enveloping the smaller boy in his embrace, laying another peck to the top of his head. He let Jaejoong curl his legs into a semi-foetal position, tucking them between his own.
“Did you have a good sleep?” Yunho inquired, tracing circles on the small of Jaejoong’s back. Nodding, Jaejoong allowed his eyes to slide shut again, inhaling the musky, manly scent that he had come to recognize and love. It was stronger than usual, perhaps because they were still cuddling under the covers, reluctant to get out of bed and shower. Jaejoong nuzzled against Yunho’s muscled chest once more, tongue cheekily peeking out to lave at a dusky nipple.
Yunho gasped as Jaejoong ran his tongue languidly over his nipple, fingers coming up to brush at the other. Soon, they became hard nubs, Yunho’s groin reacting to Jaejoong’s ministrations as well. “Boo…” he tried to warn, the reprimand drawing out into a moan as Jaejoong grasped his length, slowly fisting.
Angling his head up to meet Yunho’s face, Jaejoong smiled innocently, “Yes, Oppa? Is there something wrong?” With a low grunt, Yunho swooped his head down to capture Jaejoong’s lips fully, swiftly pushing his tongue in. Jaejoong whimpered quietly, before meeting Yunho’s tongue, engaging in a smooth tango with him. They kissed, hands touching, caressing each other’s bodies.
Yunho rolled himself onto his back, causing Jaejoong to be lifted off the bed, sprawled over the larger man. Grasping the boy’s hips, Yunho leisurely grinded against him, Jaejoong steadying himself with hands on either side of Yunho’s head. They broke away, Jaejoong panting as Yunho continued to buck his hips up, their naked crotches rubbing against each other.
“Oppa…” Before long, Jaejoong was reduced to a moaning mess, Yunho not letting up his movements. Jaejoong’s head fell onto Yunho’s shoulder, breath harsh as he approached climax. Catching Jaejoong’s mouth in another passionate kiss, Yunho swallowed the boy’s moans as he came, hot fluid decorating both their chests.
Setting Jaejoong back onto the sheets, Yunho kissed him once again, before standing up. “Come, Boo,” he held out a hand for the boy to take, “Let’s take a nice, hot, long bath.”
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“Oppa,” Jaejoong traced a finger down Yunho’s chest, grinning as the muscles tensed under his touch, “What are we doing today?” The man draped his arms casually around Jaejoong’s waist, rocking him slightly against himself. He was still hard, and was getting even more aroused in the bath; Jaejoong straddling his hips, foamy bubbles floating on the surface of the soapy water.
“What do you want to do, Jaejoong-ah?” Yunho asked in return, running a hand through Jaejoong’s wet hair. The boy contemplated, shifting slightly in his position. “I was thinking of walking around, Yunnie,” he replied, hands reaching out to cup bubbles in his palms.
“That seems like a good idea,” Yunho agreed, hands wandering towards the boy’s buttocks, gently kneading the round globes. Jaejoong smiled, patting foam onto Yunho’s hair, making his dark crop become a mass of white frothy bubbles. He laughed at the sight, Yunho attempting to blow some stray bubbles off his nose.
“Boo…” he warned again, Jaejoong leaning in to brush the foam off, kissing his owner in the process. Sighing, Yunho lifted his hips, erection rubbing against Jaejoong’s buttocks, “Aish, I never realized I would employ such a cheeky LC! I should punish you someday, Jaejoong-ah.”
A shiver ran through Jaejoong as Yunho mentioned those words; both anticipation and slight apprehension running through him. “I’d be glad to be punished by you, Oppa,” he murmured in response, sliding down the length of Yunho’s body to fist the man’s arousal once more.
Yunho’s body stiffened as Jaejoong stroked him to orgasm, come spilling onto the boy’s hand. Leaning in, they shared another slow kiss, reveling in their time spent together. “Mm, Yunnie,” Jaejoong breathed, lying his torso on Yunho’s. The man threaded his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair, stroking unhurriedly.
The sun rose higher in the sky, casting its beams down on the earth, over the happy couple spending their lazy morning in the bathtub. Yunho and Jaejoong embraced tightly, holding onto each other, lacing their hearts and lives together in that warm foamy water, bonding over languid kisses and whispered secrets.
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