Subordinate
Title: Subordinate
Length: Oneshot; 2283 words
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Kink: Toys and slight voyeurism, maybe? :D
A/N: Alrighty people, this was written for dongbangkinki 's Dong Bang Me Now contest, which just ended. :D I didnt get anything, but still. :D It's probably cause this is pretty subpar. :/ First half was written before my smut muse left, then second half was written before my smut muse came back, so um, not good at all. >.< Still, hope you guys like it. :D Comments please, they really make me happy. <3
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Jaejoong storms through the main door of the department, stomping his way to his office at the back. The fibreglass door swings open, then slams shut with audible shivers. In that instant, the once-lively bullpen is silent, all eyes fixed on their department director’s office. They know; Jaejoong’s just been reprimanded and insulted by the general manager.
A few minutes later, gazes slide towards the cubicle at the corner. Waiting, waiting for its occupant to do something. He always does. Yoochun sighs, standing from his seat. Slowly, gingerly, he treads over to Jaejoong’s office door, knocking.
“Mr Kim, it’s Yoochun,” he cajoles, aware that everyone is staring at him. There is a call of ‘Come in’ from inside the room, and Yoochun lets out a sigh of relief. He waves at the rest of the bullpen, letting them know that he’ll be fine, before pushing the door open and stepping in.
“Yes, Yoochun?” Jaejoong questions from his seat behind the large table, hands clasped together. Yoochun notes that his boss’ fists are clenched really tight, veins already showing under his skin. Tentatively, he rounds the table, coming behind Jaejoong. He sets his hands on the older man’s shoulders, gently massaging.
“How bad was it this time?” Yoochun asks, tone soft and comforting. Jaejoong sighs, rubbing his face. Leaning down, Yoochun plants a kiss to his boss’ cheek, letting his lips linger longer than usual.
Just as he is about to pull away, Jaejoong grabs his face, forcing their lips together. He ravishes Yoochun’s mouth, tongue aggressive and demanding. It elicits whimpers from Yoochun, the younger man allowing himself to be sandwiched between the table and Jaejoong.
“I don’t even know why he wants to pick on me,” Jaejoong breathes, inhaling harshly. He steps away from Yoochun, sinking into his seat again. Burying his head into his hands, Jaejoong doesn’t notice Yoochun coming closer, doesn’t realize that the younger man is so near, until a weight rests on his thighs. He jerks in surprise, almost sending Yoochun off his lap.
“Shh,” Yoochun comforts, placing his hands on Jaejoong’s shoulders. He’s straddling Jaejoong, shifting closer to the older man, until their crotches touch. “Let me make it all better, okay?” he murmurs into Jaejoong’s ear, tongue peeking out to lick at its shell, teasing. Jaejoong sighs low in his throat, aroused from their proximity and Yoochun’s ministrations.
When Yoochun decides Jaejoong’s been teased enough, he climbs off. “Come, Jaejoong,” he beckons, slowly striding towards his boss’ personal pantry, adjoined to his office. Jaejoong grins as he realizes where Yoochun is headed, getting out of his seat to follow him.
Once they are inside the pantry, Jaejoong grabs hold of Yoochun’s shoulders, slamming him into the nearest counter. Yoochun gasps at the sudden action, but smiles as he catches sight of the lust burning in Jaejoong’s eyes, turning them a deep gray. “Jaejoong…” he moans, enticing the older man.
“Shut up,” comes the answer, as Yoochun’s pants are unbuckled, falling into a heap around his ankles. Yoochun squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for what is about to happen. Jaejoong rummages around the drawers, retrieving the items he wants to use.
“You have an important presentation later, don’t you?” Jaejoong inquires, Yoochun nodding. “Get up on the counter,” he orders, slamming the last drawer shut. Turning back to the younger man, Jaejoong finds Yoochun sitting on the marble, legs spread as wide apart as they would go.
“It’s going to make or break your promotion,” he states, Yoochun nodding once more. “And I’ll be there too,” Jaejoong finishes, smirking. Yoochun bites his lower lip. Jaejoong has something in store for him, and he’s not too sure what it’ll be.
A bottle is shoved in front of his face. “Lube yourself,” Jaejoong commands, waiting for Yoochun to take the bottle of lube. Reaching for it, Yoochun uncaps the bottle, pouring some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. Then, he unhurriedly slips his hands between his legs, lifting his hips slightly to finger his hidden pucker.
Jaejoong sets his hands on his hips, watching intently as Yoochun pushes two fingers in, pumping slowly. Before long, the younger man adds another, moaning at the stretch of his passage. Jaejoong is already fully hard, pants tenting at the crotch.
“Add another finger,” he orders, Yoochun complying immediately. A fourth finger is added, and moans fill the small pantry as Yoochun presses his fingertips against his prostate, shivers of pleasure running up his spine. Jaejoong steps forward as the younger man writhes slightly, gripping his wrist and forcing Yoochun to hold the position, fingers pressed harshly on the hypersensitive gland.
Leaning in, Jaejoong whispers into Yoochun’s ear, other hand reaching for an item laid out on the counter. “So naughty,” he chides, “Pleasuring yourself when I didn’t tell you to.” Yoochun squirms as Jaejoong increases his grip on his wrist, jaw dropped in a silent cry as his prostate is teased mercilessly. It turns him on, this play, this incessant teasing Jaejoong puts him through. And Yoochun knows that his boss enjoys it too, providing him much-needed frustration relief.
Jaejoong tugs his hand out, gaze dropping to inspect Yoochun’s entrance. It’s gaping open, waiting for something to be shoved up his passage. Grinning, Jaejoong gradually pushes the toy he’s picked into Yoochun, watching the tight muscles stretch to accommodate it.
Yoochun shifts a little as the toy is seated deeply inside of him, gasping when the bulbous tip brushes against his prostate. It fills him, fills him so deliciously. Jaejoong grins, pecking the younger man. “It’s a new toy I bought, Yoochun,” he mutters, twisting it slightly, “I hope you enjoy it.”
Then Jaejoong saunters out of the pantry, leaving Yoochun to pull up his pants. He climbs off the counter, bending over to pick up his clothes, tugging them back on. The toy is about as long as a dildo, yet similar to a plug, with a wide middle that stretches him. His arousal is hard and almost dripping, but Yoochun knows that he has to leave it there until Jaejoong tells him he can take it out.
He nods in Jaejoong’s direction as he pulls open the fibreglass door of the office, stepping back into the bullpen. Nobody spares him a glance as he slides into his seat again, eyes trained on the time display on his computer screen. One more hour till his very crucial presentation. Yoochun takes a deep breath, starting to sort out his notes.
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An hour later, Yoochun tries his very best to stride into the conference room confidently, toy rubbing at his prostate with every step. He bends over to connect his laptop to the projector, gasping under his breath as it is pushed even deeper into him. Standing up, he shuts his eyes to brace himself for the presentation ahead, hoping Jaejoong would do nothing that would endanger his promotion.
When he opens his eyes, Yoochun finds Jaejoong already seated in a seat across the room, with a smirk on his face. Yoochun weakly grins back, trying to ignore the piercing gaze sent straight at him. Before long, other directors start strolling into the conference room, taking their seats around the large oval table.
Once everyone is present, he inhales a deep breath, calming his nerves down. Yoochun hopes none of his superiors will notice the tell-tale tenting in his pants, and begins his presentation. “Good afternoon, I’m Park Yoochun, Public Relations Executive.”
The presentation proceeds rather smoothly, with Yoochun able to present the outline and main objectives of his proposal smoothly. He gains more confidence as he progresses into the details of his proposal, the toy not bothering him as much as before. Yoochun saunters right up to the edge of the table, gesturing towards the projection screen as he speaks.
Just as he is about halfway through his presentation, Yoochun lifts his arm, pressing a button on the projector control, intent on moving on to the next slide. All of a sudden, the toy in him starts to vibrate, leading him to gasp and bite his lower lip, keeping a moan in. His gaze instantly shifts to Jaejoong, who is smirking even more than before.
“Are you alright, Park?” one of the directors asks, Yoochun flushing from arousal and embarrassment. He nearly glares at Jaejoong, before answering, “Yes, sir, I’m fine.”
Another director, a lady this time, enquires, “Are you sure, Yoochun? You’re awfully red.” Yoochun’s head bows, he sucking in a deep breath as the vibrations increase in intensity. Composing himself, he shakes his head, “Let’s continue.”
Stepping back, Yoochun tries not to wince, the toy in him now sending incessant shivers up his spine. It’s pleasuring him, leading him to want to moan loud and wanton, but he has to control himself. Jaejoong grins from his seat at the back, one hand under the table, grasping the control to the vibrator in Yoochun.
Yoochun steadies himself, trying to prevent his mind from clouding over, and resumes his presentation. There are a few glitches here and there, Yoochun pronouncing a word wrongly, forgetting to mention a detail. The directors, from having a pretty convinced look on their faces, have started frowning slightly, wondering what could possibly be wrong with one of their best executives.
The vibrations increase and decrease in intensity, driving Yoochun crazy. He wants to touch himself so badly, cock throbbing at the sensations, most probably leaking precome by now. Yoochun almost crouches, unable to keep himself from reaching climax. He nearly thinks that he will come in his pants even without any direct contact.
He comes to the last few slides of his proposal, and Yoochun heaves a silent sigh of relief. He summarizes the points he has mentioned in his presentation, appealing to the directors to accept his idea. The vibrations are intense like never before, and Yoochun’s almost over the edge.
“Thank you very much,” he bows slightly in respect. As he straightens up, Yoochun can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut, nearly coming. The lady director notices the action, piping up, “Yoochun, are you sure you’re alright? You look sick, go see a doctor.”
“I’m -” Yoochun’s answer draws out into a moan, the toy suddenly squirting a viscous fluid into his passage. The lady director furrows her eyebrows concernedly, as another director questions, “Why do you sound like you’re in the bedroom, Park?”
Yoochun blushes beetroot red, shifting slightly. The toy squirts another load of viscous fluid into him, making him wonder if it would leak out of him. “I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” he smiles wryly; “I hope you will consider my proposal and hopefully make use of it. This is the end of my presentation. Thank you.”
The directors leave, discussing with each other the abrupt abnormal behaviour Park Yoochun demonstrated that afternoon. Before long, only Jaejoong and Yoochun are left in the conference room. Yoochun starts back towards his laptop, switching the projector off and setting his laptop to sleep mode.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong strides across the room, leaning leisurely against the mahogany table. He beckons the younger man over, grinning as Yoochun does, coming right in front of him, eyes trained on the carpet. “You did well enough today,” he compliments.
“Thank you, Mr Kim,” Yoochun replies, watching as Jaejoong pulls a swivel chair towards himself, taking a seat in it. His boss’ legs spread themselves wide open, and Jaejoong sends Yoochun a sultry look.
“Take off your pants and come here,” Jaejoong orders, unbuckling his belt, “I want you to ride me. You deserve to come, don’t you?”
Yoochun chews his inner cheek, glancing towards the door of the conference room. Jaejoong laughs, reaching out to pull Yoochun closer to himself, “Do you think I would allow someone to walk in on me fucking my subordinate? Obviously not. It’s locked, Yoochun.”
Then Yoochun immediately strips himself off his pants, sighing as his erection is released. He needs release, so bad. Tottering over to Jaejoong, Yoochun straddles the older man’s thighs. “Jaejoong, the toy, please.”
Jaejoong grins, tilting his head up to kiss Yoochun. Their tongues slide hungrily over each other, breaking away after a few minutes for air. “You’ve been a good boy today,” Jaejoong murmurs, as he reaches behind Yoochun to slowly tug out the now-switched off vibrator.
“Come,” he cajoles, dropping the toy to the carpet. Yoochun shifts forward slightly, gradually impaling himself onto Jaejoong’s arousal. They moan as Yoochun drops all the way down, Jaejoong fully engulfed. And when Jaejoong grips Yoochun’s hips, the younger man understands, lifting his hips before returning to the previous position.
Yoochun’s been utterly teased, and cannot help but break into a primal speed almost instantly, hips moving at an incredible speed. Jaejoong grabs the nape of Yoochun’s neck, pulling him in for a ravishing kiss as his other hand strokes Yoochun’s erection as fast as possible.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun yells as he tenses, come spurting all over his and Jaejoong’s suits. The older man’s eyes are shut tightly as he revels in the tightening of Yoochun’s inner muscles, bringing him to his orgasm as well. And their chests heave as they recover from their high, Yoochun’s head dropping onto Jaejoong’s shoulder.
A few minutes later, Yoochun speaks up. “Are you feeling better now, Mr Kim?” he inquires, letting Jaejoong slide from himself. He stands, leaning his weight against the table.
Jaejoong smiles, getting up to press a loving kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “Yes, Yoochun. I’m feeling better.”
Yoochun nods in acknowledgment. “That’s good.”
Jaejoong wraps his arms around the younger man’s waist, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Chunnie.”
A shrug. “I’m your sub.”
“Subordinate, and submissive.”
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Length: Oneshot; 2283 words
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Kink: Toys and slight voyeurism, maybe? :D
A/N: Alrighty people, this was written for dongbangkinki 's Dong Bang Me Now contest, which just ended. :D I didnt get anything, but still. :D It's probably cause this is pretty subpar. :/ First half was written before my smut muse left, then second half was written before my smut muse came back, so um, not good at all. >.< Still, hope you guys like it. :D Comments please, they really make me happy. <3
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Jaejoong storms through the main door of the department, stomping his way to his office at the back. The fibreglass door swings open, then slams shut with audible shivers. In that instant, the once-lively bullpen is silent, all eyes fixed on their department director’s office. They know; Jaejoong’s just been reprimanded and insulted by the general manager.
A few minutes later, gazes slide towards the cubicle at the corner. Waiting, waiting for its occupant to do something. He always does. Yoochun sighs, standing from his seat. Slowly, gingerly, he treads over to Jaejoong’s office door, knocking.
“Mr Kim, it’s Yoochun,” he cajoles, aware that everyone is staring at him. There is a call of ‘Come in’ from inside the room, and Yoochun lets out a sigh of relief. He waves at the rest of the bullpen, letting them know that he’ll be fine, before pushing the door open and stepping in.
“Yes, Yoochun?” Jaejoong questions from his seat behind the large table, hands clasped together. Yoochun notes that his boss’ fists are clenched really tight, veins already showing under his skin. Tentatively, he rounds the table, coming behind Jaejoong. He sets his hands on the older man’s shoulders, gently massaging.
“How bad was it this time?” Yoochun asks, tone soft and comforting. Jaejoong sighs, rubbing his face. Leaning down, Yoochun plants a kiss to his boss’ cheek, letting his lips linger longer than usual.
Just as he is about to pull away, Jaejoong grabs his face, forcing their lips together. He ravishes Yoochun’s mouth, tongue aggressive and demanding. It elicits whimpers from Yoochun, the younger man allowing himself to be sandwiched between the table and Jaejoong.
“I don’t even know why he wants to pick on me,” Jaejoong breathes, inhaling harshly. He steps away from Yoochun, sinking into his seat again. Burying his head into his hands, Jaejoong doesn’t notice Yoochun coming closer, doesn’t realize that the younger man is so near, until a weight rests on his thighs. He jerks in surprise, almost sending Yoochun off his lap.
“Shh,” Yoochun comforts, placing his hands on Jaejoong’s shoulders. He’s straddling Jaejoong, shifting closer to the older man, until their crotches touch. “Let me make it all better, okay?” he murmurs into Jaejoong’s ear, tongue peeking out to lick at its shell, teasing. Jaejoong sighs low in his throat, aroused from their proximity and Yoochun’s ministrations.
When Yoochun decides Jaejoong’s been teased enough, he climbs off. “Come, Jaejoong,” he beckons, slowly striding towards his boss’ personal pantry, adjoined to his office. Jaejoong grins as he realizes where Yoochun is headed, getting out of his seat to follow him.
Once they are inside the pantry, Jaejoong grabs hold of Yoochun’s shoulders, slamming him into the nearest counter. Yoochun gasps at the sudden action, but smiles as he catches sight of the lust burning in Jaejoong’s eyes, turning them a deep gray. “Jaejoong…” he moans, enticing the older man.
“Shut up,” comes the answer, as Yoochun’s pants are unbuckled, falling into a heap around his ankles. Yoochun squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for what is about to happen. Jaejoong rummages around the drawers, retrieving the items he wants to use.
“You have an important presentation later, don’t you?” Jaejoong inquires, Yoochun nodding. “Get up on the counter,” he orders, slamming the last drawer shut. Turning back to the younger man, Jaejoong finds Yoochun sitting on the marble, legs spread as wide apart as they would go.
“It’s going to make or break your promotion,” he states, Yoochun nodding once more. “And I’ll be there too,” Jaejoong finishes, smirking. Yoochun bites his lower lip. Jaejoong has something in store for him, and he’s not too sure what it’ll be.
A bottle is shoved in front of his face. “Lube yourself,” Jaejoong commands, waiting for Yoochun to take the bottle of lube. Reaching for it, Yoochun uncaps the bottle, pouring some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. Then, he unhurriedly slips his hands between his legs, lifting his hips slightly to finger his hidden pucker.
Jaejoong sets his hands on his hips, watching intently as Yoochun pushes two fingers in, pumping slowly. Before long, the younger man adds another, moaning at the stretch of his passage. Jaejoong is already fully hard, pants tenting at the crotch.
“Add another finger,” he orders, Yoochun complying immediately. A fourth finger is added, and moans fill the small pantry as Yoochun presses his fingertips against his prostate, shivers of pleasure running up his spine. Jaejoong steps forward as the younger man writhes slightly, gripping his wrist and forcing Yoochun to hold the position, fingers pressed harshly on the hypersensitive gland.
Leaning in, Jaejoong whispers into Yoochun’s ear, other hand reaching for an item laid out on the counter. “So naughty,” he chides, “Pleasuring yourself when I didn’t tell you to.” Yoochun squirms as Jaejoong increases his grip on his wrist, jaw dropped in a silent cry as his prostate is teased mercilessly. It turns him on, this play, this incessant teasing Jaejoong puts him through. And Yoochun knows that his boss enjoys it too, providing him much-needed frustration relief.
Jaejoong tugs his hand out, gaze dropping to inspect Yoochun’s entrance. It’s gaping open, waiting for something to be shoved up his passage. Grinning, Jaejoong gradually pushes the toy he’s picked into Yoochun, watching the tight muscles stretch to accommodate it.
Yoochun shifts a little as the toy is seated deeply inside of him, gasping when the bulbous tip brushes against his prostate. It fills him, fills him so deliciously. Jaejoong grins, pecking the younger man. “It’s a new toy I bought, Yoochun,” he mutters, twisting it slightly, “I hope you enjoy it.”
Then Jaejoong saunters out of the pantry, leaving Yoochun to pull up his pants. He climbs off the counter, bending over to pick up his clothes, tugging them back on. The toy is about as long as a dildo, yet similar to a plug, with a wide middle that stretches him. His arousal is hard and almost dripping, but Yoochun knows that he has to leave it there until Jaejoong tells him he can take it out.
He nods in Jaejoong’s direction as he pulls open the fibreglass door of the office, stepping back into the bullpen. Nobody spares him a glance as he slides into his seat again, eyes trained on the time display on his computer screen. One more hour till his very crucial presentation. Yoochun takes a deep breath, starting to sort out his notes.
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An hour later, Yoochun tries his very best to stride into the conference room confidently, toy rubbing at his prostate with every step. He bends over to connect his laptop to the projector, gasping under his breath as it is pushed even deeper into him. Standing up, he shuts his eyes to brace himself for the presentation ahead, hoping Jaejoong would do nothing that would endanger his promotion.
When he opens his eyes, Yoochun finds Jaejoong already seated in a seat across the room, with a smirk on his face. Yoochun weakly grins back, trying to ignore the piercing gaze sent straight at him. Before long, other directors start strolling into the conference room, taking their seats around the large oval table.
Once everyone is present, he inhales a deep breath, calming his nerves down. Yoochun hopes none of his superiors will notice the tell-tale tenting in his pants, and begins his presentation. “Good afternoon, I’m Park Yoochun, Public Relations Executive.”
The presentation proceeds rather smoothly, with Yoochun able to present the outline and main objectives of his proposal smoothly. He gains more confidence as he progresses into the details of his proposal, the toy not bothering him as much as before. Yoochun saunters right up to the edge of the table, gesturing towards the projection screen as he speaks.
Just as he is about halfway through his presentation, Yoochun lifts his arm, pressing a button on the projector control, intent on moving on to the next slide. All of a sudden, the toy in him starts to vibrate, leading him to gasp and bite his lower lip, keeping a moan in. His gaze instantly shifts to Jaejoong, who is smirking even more than before.
“Are you alright, Park?” one of the directors asks, Yoochun flushing from arousal and embarrassment. He nearly glares at Jaejoong, before answering, “Yes, sir, I’m fine.”
Another director, a lady this time, enquires, “Are you sure, Yoochun? You’re awfully red.” Yoochun’s head bows, he sucking in a deep breath as the vibrations increase in intensity. Composing himself, he shakes his head, “Let’s continue.”
Stepping back, Yoochun tries not to wince, the toy in him now sending incessant shivers up his spine. It’s pleasuring him, leading him to want to moan loud and wanton, but he has to control himself. Jaejoong grins from his seat at the back, one hand under the table, grasping the control to the vibrator in Yoochun.
Yoochun steadies himself, trying to prevent his mind from clouding over, and resumes his presentation. There are a few glitches here and there, Yoochun pronouncing a word wrongly, forgetting to mention a detail. The directors, from having a pretty convinced look on their faces, have started frowning slightly, wondering what could possibly be wrong with one of their best executives.
The vibrations increase and decrease in intensity, driving Yoochun crazy. He wants to touch himself so badly, cock throbbing at the sensations, most probably leaking precome by now. Yoochun almost crouches, unable to keep himself from reaching climax. He nearly thinks that he will come in his pants even without any direct contact.
He comes to the last few slides of his proposal, and Yoochun heaves a silent sigh of relief. He summarizes the points he has mentioned in his presentation, appealing to the directors to accept his idea. The vibrations are intense like never before, and Yoochun’s almost over the edge.
“Thank you very much,” he bows slightly in respect. As he straightens up, Yoochun can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut, nearly coming. The lady director notices the action, piping up, “Yoochun, are you sure you’re alright? You look sick, go see a doctor.”
“I’m -” Yoochun’s answer draws out into a moan, the toy suddenly squirting a viscous fluid into his passage. The lady director furrows her eyebrows concernedly, as another director questions, “Why do you sound like you’re in the bedroom, Park?”
Yoochun blushes beetroot red, shifting slightly. The toy squirts another load of viscous fluid into him, making him wonder if it would leak out of him. “I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” he smiles wryly; “I hope you will consider my proposal and hopefully make use of it. This is the end of my presentation. Thank you.”
The directors leave, discussing with each other the abrupt abnormal behaviour Park Yoochun demonstrated that afternoon. Before long, only Jaejoong and Yoochun are left in the conference room. Yoochun starts back towards his laptop, switching the projector off and setting his laptop to sleep mode.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong strides across the room, leaning leisurely against the mahogany table. He beckons the younger man over, grinning as Yoochun does, coming right in front of him, eyes trained on the carpet. “You did well enough today,” he compliments.
“Thank you, Mr Kim,” Yoochun replies, watching as Jaejoong pulls a swivel chair towards himself, taking a seat in it. His boss’ legs spread themselves wide open, and Jaejoong sends Yoochun a sultry look.
“Take off your pants and come here,” Jaejoong orders, unbuckling his belt, “I want you to ride me. You deserve to come, don’t you?”
Yoochun chews his inner cheek, glancing towards the door of the conference room. Jaejoong laughs, reaching out to pull Yoochun closer to himself, “Do you think I would allow someone to walk in on me fucking my subordinate? Obviously not. It’s locked, Yoochun.”
Then Yoochun immediately strips himself off his pants, sighing as his erection is released. He needs release, so bad. Tottering over to Jaejoong, Yoochun straddles the older man’s thighs. “Jaejoong, the toy, please.”
Jaejoong grins, tilting his head up to kiss Yoochun. Their tongues slide hungrily over each other, breaking away after a few minutes for air. “You’ve been a good boy today,” Jaejoong murmurs, as he reaches behind Yoochun to slowly tug out the now-switched off vibrator.
“Come,” he cajoles, dropping the toy to the carpet. Yoochun shifts forward slightly, gradually impaling himself onto Jaejoong’s arousal. They moan as Yoochun drops all the way down, Jaejoong fully engulfed. And when Jaejoong grips Yoochun’s hips, the younger man understands, lifting his hips before returning to the previous position.
Yoochun’s been utterly teased, and cannot help but break into a primal speed almost instantly, hips moving at an incredible speed. Jaejoong grabs the nape of Yoochun’s neck, pulling him in for a ravishing kiss as his other hand strokes Yoochun’s erection as fast as possible.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun yells as he tenses, come spurting all over his and Jaejoong’s suits. The older man’s eyes are shut tightly as he revels in the tightening of Yoochun’s inner muscles, bringing him to his orgasm as well. And their chests heave as they recover from their high, Yoochun’s head dropping onto Jaejoong’s shoulder.
A few minutes later, Yoochun speaks up. “Are you feeling better now, Mr Kim?” he inquires, letting Jaejoong slide from himself. He stands, leaning his weight against the table.
Jaejoong smiles, getting up to press a loving kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “Yes, Yoochun. I’m feeling better.”
Yoochun nods in acknowledgment. “That’s good.”
Jaejoong wraps his arms around the younger man’s waist, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Chunnie.”
A shrug. “I’m your sub.”
“Subordinate, and submissive.”
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