The Perfect Two 6/6

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Title: The Perfect Two (part 6)
Author Dreaminthepast
Pairing Jaejoong x Yunho (+ Changmin)
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer This is pure fiction, I own nothing.
Summary:  The next installment of prosti!Ho

The flickering streetlight cast a murky glow across the night sky as the two men leaned against the strong concrete pillar. Yunho closed his eyes against the yellow stain of light as he rubbed into the man pressed against him. In the four months since he gave up the streets for good Yunho never thought he would be back, the thrill of the hunt unwilling to be fully exorcized from his veins.

The man in his arms let a few choice words slip from his plump lips and Yunho smiled grinding down harder on the leg slipped in-between his own jean clad thighs. Jaejoong had once told him that he had never understood why Yunho would want to return to this place; these memories. The business man had wanted an explanation for that far off look in Yunho’s eyes when they talked about visiting the lights of the strip, the more lewd nightclubs that catered to ‘their kind’ but Yunho couldn’t find one, couldn’t find the words.

The older man’s demanding tone didn’t bring him any closer to an answer, it had only served to piss Yunho off, his anger taken out on the man in his arms as he sank his teeth into soft flesh.

“Shit,” Jaejoong groaned as his bottom lip was finally relinquished, the hard material of the lamp post biting into his back. “This is fucking ridiculous. We could be lying on imported silk sheets and you have me pressed against a dirty light post a block from the strip club.”

Yunho’s only reply was a cocky smirk. This hadn’t been his idea; it had been Jaejoong’s incessant push for answers, to be under Yunho’s skin and inside his head. He wanted to understand so Yunho would show him, and if that meant they spent the whole night humping each other through skimpy layers of denim and cotton that was fine with him.

There were worse ways to spend cold nights.

“You better work harder then,” Yunho teased, nipping at Jaejoong’s chin as his eyes slipped to the narrow street running parallel to the alley. “What about him? He’s been watching you for almost ten minutes.”

Jaejoong let his eyes slide to where Yunho was indicating, catching frame-rimmed eyes staring back at him. The stranger was tall, as tall as Yunho, Jaejoong thought, but with an awkward look to him like he didn’t quite know where he stopped and the world started.

He let his head slip back onto the cement and the boy’s eyes followed, tongue darting out to lick his lips as Yunho took the opportunity to trace his finger up the slender ivory column, thumb dimpling Jaejoong’s lower lip before it was lost in the older man’s mouth.

“Like what you see?” Yunho called. “Why don’t you join us?”

Jaejoong watched as the boy fidgeted before taking a few hesitant steps forward crossing the street to stand near them. The younger man continued to grind into him letting a rough purr fall from his lips for effect. He could see the apparent bulge in the boy’s pants, brought on no doubt from playing the voyeur and that made Jaejoong smirk.

“I…I… god you’re hot.” A red blush ran up the boy’s cheeks before he let his eyes fall to the pavement.
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“And you’re kind of snively aren’t you?” Jaejoong leered trying to extract himself from the man pressed against him.

He had had enough of this game. He was cold, hungry and at this point half erect from Yunho rubbing into him for a good half an hour. All he really wanted was to drag Yunho home and fuck him in the warmth of their king sized bed, not be some quick first-time fuck to a wide-eyed college kid. To hell with understanding what made the gears in Yunho’s head turn. All he cared about now was that the man chose to spend every night curled around him and not on the corner in the solitude of this street lamp.

“Retract your claws, you’ll scare him and we won’t get to play,” Yunho’s grin was all white pearly teeth as he licked his lips in the boy’s general direction.

“I’m Yunho, the angry kitten is Jaejoong. What’s your name baby?” Yunho could see the obscenely tall boy in-front of him swallow.

“Ch-Changmin, I’m… does he bite?”

“Only if you want him to,” Yunho’s smile put the streetlight to shame and Jaejoong almost laughed.

Instead he swallowed as he watched sin flash behind the man’s eyes. So this is what Yunho looked like when he was hunting. Like a cat toying with a mouse and the older man was suddenly riveted. He had never thought about the power Yunho had held in the palm of his hand on that cold night so long ago. He watched as the tall young man squirmed under Yunho’s smile, realized that could have been him being toyed with; probably was when he had let his Lexus idle by this very curb four months prior.

“What’s a cute boy like you doing out here in the cold? You should be home, cuddled into a nice boy’s lap.”

“I’m not a boy,” Changmin frowned, clearly irritated by the title. “And I don’t have a boyfriend. Are…will you come home with me?”

Jaejoong moaned, left bereft of Yunho’s warmth as the taller man extracted himself so that he could peer directly at Changmin. His lips glistened in the dirty light, a mixture of both their saliva on his kiss-swollen flesh. The black t-shirt Yunho wore was hitched up at his side while the dark wash of his jeans off set the colour of his skin.

The full view of Yunho’s body was meant to seal the deal, Jaejoong thought. It was definitely what had made him stop in the end he had to admit, just that little extra peak of skin you had to get your mouth on.

“Won’t your mommy wonder why you’re bringing men home in the middle of the night?”

“No, I don’t live with my parents. I told you, I’m not a boy.”

“Hmmm, sounds like fun. What do you think Joongie? Should we play with Changminnie-ah? Soft sheets, warm lips, please baby the cold alley hurts my skin.”

Following Yunho’s cue Jaejoong pushed off of the lamp post, trying to mimic the taller man’s grace. He let his eyes flash towards the boy, hopping that the light would be able to catch the hint of blue contact; something exotic. He had chosen to wear the ripped and tattered pair of jeans he probably should have thrown out long ago, their light wash a stark contrast to Yunho’s. His tank top was a pale blue molding to his frame layered by his favorite black jacket.

“Wait! I … I can’t afford you both,” Changmin’s shocked voice drowned out Jaejoong’s laughter at Yunho’s words.

“But you want us, both of us….Joongie’s pretty plump lips around your cock. You wanna know what it would be like to have me ride you.”

Changmin’s whine cut the night air and Jaejoong thought he could come from that needy sound alone. It was close to a sound that Yunho made when he had been teased to the breaking point and it made the older man’s blood run molten hot.

“Such gorgeous sounds,” Yunho continued to entice him. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

“O … ok. Can I fuck him first?”

Yunho could see Jaejoong’s eyes flash towards him. That was something they as a couple had yet to experience despite all of Yunho’s teasing and goading. He would deal with it when he had to, Yunho thought. After all; Jaejoong had wanted the full experience, and that meant doing things you didn’t necessarily want to.

“You can do whatever you want, it’s your won,” Yunho answered without looking back at the older man. “Only two rules, no kissing and no fucking without a condom.”

Changmin shook his head in agreement, gesturing towards the blue sedan parked down the street before walking towards it, and through a series of interesting facial expressions and a few choice words, opened enough doors to let them all inside.

“I only live a few blocks away,” their new employer indicated over the roar of the engine coming to life.

The inside was nowhere near as nice as the leather of the Lexus but Yunho wasn’t about to get picky as he slid into the back seat beside Jaejoong. Yunho watched as the man beside him fussed with a stray scrap of material, hard eyes staring at him to voice his distain at the current situation. The car pulled away from the curb and Yunho crawled over the upholstery forcing Jaejoong to lie along the back seat; to focus on him, shirt hitching up to expose the twinkle of Jaejoong’s navel ring as Yunho mouthed at his stomach.

They turned the first corner and Yunho watched Changmin’s eyes slip to the rearview mirror, enticed by the moan Jaejoong made as he tongued the gold hoop. With a now captivated audience Yunho moved up and kissed Jaejoong hard on the lips, demanding to be let into the other’s warm mouth. Jaejoong reacted automatically, fisting his hands in the wealth of Yunho’s hair, his tongue searching out the roof of the other man’s mouth.

“Hey,” Changmin chirped, appeared to be almost pouting. “You said no kissing.”

“That wasn’t a kiss,” the smirk pushed up the corner of Yunho’s mouth. “That was encouragement. Eyes on the road, I’d rather die after you’ve fucked my brains out.”

He had only just managed to wrestle Jaejoong’s jacket off and slip the button of his pants undone before they were pulling up to what; at first, Yunho thought was a condemned building. With a secondary inspection he realized that they had pulled up to a well worn student housing complex that he vaguely recognized from some of his more interesting tricks.

As they followed Changmin through the various corridors and stairwells he was pleased to note that the inside of the building was far more accommodating than the exterior and that Changmin’s apartment was bordering on lavish given the grim outlook.

“My bedroom is through there,” Changmin’s voice brought their attention to the boy who was their keeper for the night.

Yunho smirked as the boy’s hands quickly fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt before he gave up and just pulled it over his head. He thought it was cute how Changmin chewed on his lower lip, all thumbs as he tried to un-clasp the button of his jeans.

Yunho tried his hardest not to fuck virgins, too many emotions and sentimentalities, but he just couldn’t pass up the way the boy practically came just from looking at Jaejoong.

Jaejoong watched from the other side of the sparsely furnished living room. He had perched himself against the couch, eyes running between Changmin and Yunho until finally he settled on watching the boy try to pull all the close off his body as fast as he could. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of Changmin’s wrist just before he could push his jeans to the floor.

“What’s your hurry big boy?” Jaejoong purred close to Changmin’s ear, pulling his hands away and pinning them behind his back.

Yunho smirked as he watched the boy stiffen in Jaejoong’s arms. His eyes scanned the room for anything useful before joining the pair, sinking to his knees, his hands in Changmin’s pants.

“Joongie’s right,” he let the words roll off his tongue sickeningly sweet. It was something the older man would never let him do but it seemed to settle Changmin as Yunho pulled his pants down to the floor. “We won’t charge you for the first one.”

Warm lips mouthed the cotton of Changmin’s underwear as Yunho’s fingers settled on his hips. He could feel Jaejoong hold the boy tight in his arms restricting Changmin’s movements as his lips attached themselves to Changmin’s throat.

The boy moaned as the warm apartment air kissed along his naked body, underwear drawn down by the whore’s slim fingers. A warm wetness engulfed him, a shocked cacophony of noises falling from Changmin’s mouth over just how plump and soft Yunho’s lips really were. Nothing like the others he had paid for this kind of pleasure.

Yunho let his eyes roam up exposed skin, briefly catching Jaejoong’s piercing stare. He watched as his lover mouthed along the side of Changmin’s neck until he could whisper something into his ear. The young man shuddered at whatever secrets were being shared before his eyes fell to meet Yunho’s, slipping closed after they too shared a heated glance.

“Don’t stop watching now,” Jaejoong coaxed using his fingers to swipe along Yunho’s lips before tightly circling the base of Changmin’s cock.

“Things are just about to get interesting,” Yunho supplied, standing to his full height.

“Don’t stop. I haven’t come yet,” the tone was demanding and Yunho would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by it.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Jaejoong?”

“About time,” Jaejoong snarled, slinking around Changmin’s tall frame to take Yunho’s place on the floor.

He watched as Yunho crossed the floor of what could sparingly be called the living room before he brought Changmin into his mouth. He knew he wasn’t as skilled as the whore but one glance at the boy told him it didn’t really matter.

Yunho meanwhile had found the stereo flipping through the discs until he found a song he liked. Starting to sway his hips in loose circles he pulled the shirt off his body throwing it towards the pile Jaejoong had already started.

It was like his mistress, the music, the movement, and taking off his close while entranced by it seemed only natural as he turned to shake his ass at the two men who were already engaged in questionable activity. He could hear Changmin moan just as he popped the button of his jeans.

Gyrating in a tight circle until he was facing them again Yunho let his body move towards them, hands roaming down his torso until he was able to tuck his fingers into his underwear and fist his erection in an obscene manner.

Yunho let his hands return to his torso when he saw Changmin begin to shake. He watched as the young man sought solace in the couch, leaned his body heavily against the furniture in order to keep from collapsing as Jaejoong sucked him off. The whore let his head loll back, his body moving erotically to the music. He smiled the moment he heard that high pitched keen and he knew that the boy had come, brought to orgasm by the varying stimuli.

With the click of the player Yunho walked back towards the two men, suddenly needing to touch Jaejoong, feel their skin pressed together. He let his fingers dimple the business man’s plump bottom lip, the dry skin almost shocking him as he realized the older man had not let Changmin come in his mouth. Grabbing his hand Yunho felt the dampness confirm what he already knew but looking at the other Changmin didn’t seem to mind as he struggled to calm his breathing.

“Let’s find that bed we were promised Joongie. I’m hot; I want to be spread out on cool sheets. I want someone’s lips on my body.”

He could see Changmin follow almost blindly as he led Jaejoong into the room Changmin had pointed out when they arrived. The decoration didn’t surprise Yunho, you’ve seen one dorm room, you’ve seen them all he thought as he appraised the posters on the walls, and the bed-sheet turned curtain over the fare sized window.

Quickly shedding his clothes Yunho laid down before he pulled a newly focused Changmin on top of him their skin settling together as the whore shifted into a comfortable position.

“We’re going to need some lube baby,” Yunho purred into Changmin’s ear, watching over the younger man’s shoulder as Jaejoong stripped, enjoying the small, private moment.

As much as he would admit that the man lying over him had a nice body, just looking at Jaejoong made him weak at the knees. He’d never met a man with such perfect skin, toned muscle in all the right places and eyes that stripped him bare with just one heated glance.

“Drawer,” Changmin gasped, Yunho’s hands finding his ass to need the firm flesh.

Jaejoong set to work digging through the large set of drawers near the head of the bed as Yunho navigated Changmin to settle on the flat expanse of his stomach. He could feel the boy’s inexperience in the way he made messy kisses along his sternum, a little too many teeth near his navel.

He let his head settle on a pillow when Changmin finally settled on playing with a nipple; pulling a moan from his lips. Reaching over, Yunho’s fingers pulled up the inside of Jaejoong’s leg needing the intimacy of the man he knew he was falling in love with. No matter how hard he tried to distance himself from it, tired to focus on the body spread out over top of him, he couldn’t deny how strangely awkward the once common place act felt.

“Joongie?” Yunho questioned impatiently, wondered why it was taking him so long to find the tube of lubricant.

The older man turned at his voice, kneeling beside the bed to brush Changmin’s hair out his eyes when he laid his head on Yunho’s chest, attention given to the two of them. Turning out his treasure Yunho eyed the collection of condoms and two choices of lube before he saw Jaejoong’s predatory smile make its way across his features.

“Look what I found. I think someone’s been holding out on us.”

Yunho wasn’t sure what he was more surprised by, the moan that Changmin gave or the long black dildo Jaejoong was holding in his hand.

“Why don’t you let Jaejoong fuck you?” Yunho turned the new development to their advantage before things became complicated. “He’s so good at it. It’ll be the best you ever have. Trust me.”

If they were alone Jaejoong would be laughing at him, telling him he was getting soft, but luckily Changmin nodding in approval blocked all of that out. He could feel Jaejoong’s touch through the younger man, imagined every caress of long fingers like they were on his body instead and it made it hard to focus on doing his job, on giving the other what he was paying for: the best fuck of his life.

The first lubed finger being pressed into his body made Changmin tense and Yunho tried to sooth as best he could, a hand snaked in-between their bodies capturing both of their cocks. Thankfully, by the second finger Jaejoong worked into the younger’s body, Changmin had relaxed enough to begin rocking into him, their erections coming together in a maddeningly slow pace.

“Now you’re going to fuck me like a good boy right?”

Yunho’s low purr caught the younger man’s attention, his eyes catching Changmin’s from where he lifted his head off of Yunho’s chest, little string of saliva from the sloppy sucking of his skin still connecting them. Eyes glazed, Changmin panted, his body twitching and writhing over Yunho’s own long lean torso. The older man could see down the taught skin of the younger’s back catching Jaejoong’s cocked eyebrow and wicked half smile. Both men moaned as two of Jaejoong’s long fingers slowly fucked the boy lying over Yunho’s body.

“Well?” Yunho purred his lips only inches from the curve of Changmin’s ear. He tucked the words away, not wanting Jaejoong to catch them. “Please Changmin, I need it. I need you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

Rigid, that was the only way to describe the line of Changmin’s body as Yunho’s words ran through his brain and if he followed that line he could see Jaejoong send him a questioning look, trying to figure out just what he had said to the boy spread out and being finger-fucked over top of him. But there were some secrets that Yunho refused to share with anyone. Many had asked why he was one of the most sought after men on the strip, but few had found the answer. It was all in the rough roll of his voice, just the right pitch of neediness that every man loved to hear.

Well, Yunho thought, every man except Jaejoong.

Smiling at the thought of the man he couldn’t fool so easily, Yunho watched the boy become a writhing mess of incoherent musings, hands fisting the sheets near Yunho’s shoulders, strung out and needy.. He loved the feel of Changmin’s tongue making lost, little licks on his chest, over his nipples, teeth tugging into harsher bites when Jaejoong curled his fingers.

“No biting,” Yunho chastised, began to fuss, arching up as he pulled away, hoping Jaejoong would do the same.

He was reaching the end of his rope and either someone was going to hurry up and fuck him or to hell with them all and he would do it himself.

Jaejoong pulled away, annoyed almost, and Changmin moved as directed much to Yunho’s relief, giving him enough space to crawl around the small bed. He tackled Jaejoong to the mattress with a feral growl, latching onto the bar strung through the older man’s nipple sucking hard. It was a dirty trick but Yunho wasn’t beyond cheating to get what he wanted and he wanted Jaejoong hard and needy.

A whore did have to eat after all.

Smiling at the man’s pained pleasure he couldn’t mistake the moan that Changmin made beside him. Yunho smirked, wiggling his ass towards the other man as he made a show of deep-throating Jaejoong’s cock.

“I wanna fuck you, now,” the authority behind the words and the two lubed fingers pressing deep inside of him tripped Yunho up. He chocked slightly before he released Jaejoong from his onslaught. He hadn’t been expecting such a demanding tone from the wiry young man but he didn’t let it show rolling back into the touch before he began to move to the side of the bed.

“All you had to do was ask.”

Fingers raking through Changmin’s hair pulled him towards Jaejoong, the other man crooking his finger in invitation as he rolled a condom over his cock. Back pressed into the wood framed head board Yunho soaked in the site of the well-built business man pressing almost bonelessly into the furniture. His cocky demeanor shown through in his eyes, the slight smirk of his lip and Yunho found he was crawling over the mattress on his hands and knees towards the other two before he was even consciously thinking about it.

“Speaking of fucking,” Jaejoong teased, pulling Changmin towards him by the hips.

Yunho watched the two men join together, Changmin’s back pressed hard into Jaejoong’s chest, eyes fused with his as Jaejoong’s cock slid deep into his body with a sharp, pleasured cry. In some ways it was surreal and Yunho wondered if he looked that greedy, that desperate when Jaejoong fucked him. He wondered if he cried out Jaejoong’s name in the same breathy little moans that Changmin did or if he was needier, because it always felt like he needed the older man inside him so badly.

“Shit, fuck,” Changmin cried out, Jaejoong’s hand wrapping around his chest and pulling him flush against his skin beginning to roll his hips up in a languid rhythm.

“Fuck indeed. Relax, feels good doesn’t it? All of that hard cock in your ass; makes me jealous,” Yunho smirked. “Good thing it’s my turn, wouldn’t want to be left out of all the fun.”

A little extra flourish never cost him anything so when his lips kissed the head of Changmin’s cock after he slid the condom on the hiss he received was just as good as another won in his hand. Both men watched Yunho as he straddled what seemed like endlessly long legs, his body finding balance in Jaejoong’s, their fingers intertwining the second Yunho began to ride Changmin. Their eyes found each other’s and it was almost like they were alone, back in Jaejoong’s expensive loft on expensive imported sheets, except the feeling just wasn’t quite right, the arms holding him just not quite the same.

Yunho could tell the boy in-between them was drunk on the pleasure the two men were weaving around him, his body moving, uncoordinated, as wave after wave of pleasure shook through him. Changmin’s head was lulled back on Jaejoong’s shoulder, lips making those sloppy sucking kisses just under his jaw line, tongue peaking out to lap at the birthmark Yunho loved so much.

Nails grazing over the bar strung through his nipple caused Jaejoong to tense, Yunho’s calloused fingers pulling and squeezing the nub until he was coming, the whole action and space of the evening too much for his over-ridden senses. Bucking into Changmin erratically, Jaejoong ached to bite into the warm flesh in-front of him, only Yunho’s harsh instructions before they had left the loft not to mark their cliental keeping him from submitting to the will of his body. Changmin’s eyes shot open as Jaejoong shuddered behind him and Yunho thought he looked somewhat insulted that he hadn’t come first.

Sinking back into the feel of the two men soliciting his body and the pleasure they could give Changmin’s eyes fluttered closed, a moan inking its way out as his chest rose and fell erratically. It was like watching something in slow motion and before Yunho could distract him Changmin turned to the semi-coherent man behind them the younger man’s body turning as his hands came up and his fingers sank into the wealth of ebony coloured hair on Jaejoong’s head. Lips puckered, almost connected until Jaejoong eyes shot open and Yunho made a particularly loud moaning cry.

“Ah eh eh, no kissing,” Jaejoong’s predatory smile lit up his face.

His hand came up to clamp over Changmin’s mouth pushing him sideways into the mattress shifting everyone so that Jaejoong could pull away from the two of them completely. Still on top, Yunho rolled his hips down, pushing more of Changmin’s cock inside him enjoying the feel of being stretched.

“Roll over, he likes it when you fuck him hard,” Jaejoong smirked, slapping Yunho’s ass as he slid off the bed in search of the trash can to dispose of the condom

Yunho made a extravagant show of climbing off of Changmin’s lap, pushing up onto his hands and knees so that Jaejoong could see his well-fucked hole before the younger man shoved his cock back inside.

Head hanging between his arms, Yunho groaned, thrusting back to meet the other man. His thrusts weren’t as hard as Jaejoong’s, not enough to create the well fucked ache he had become accustomed to feeling after a round with his lover, but he would admit that the boy was better than he thought he would be.

Quickly, fingers tightened on his hips and when Yunho finally managed to open his eyes he was met by Jaejoong’s piercing gaze, hot breath on his weeping erection and the man’s hand pumping the black dildo in and out of Changmin.

“Fucking hell. You are such a dirty slut,” Yunho groaned. He didn’t know who he was trying to address with the comment, but it didn’t really matter, he was too far gone to care. All he wanted was Jaejoong’s lips touching him, the older man’s finger tips worshiping his skin.

“Changmin, baby, you need to come, god please, come.” Yunho pleaded, his body couldn’t take any more. The sight of the toy, the feeling of Jaejoong’s tongue and the way Changmin bit at his shoulder blades was too much and Yunho came continuing to beg Changmin as the younger man came with him.

“You. Fuck-ing. Amazing. God.” Yunho could barely register Changmin’s rambling compliments as they all collapsed on the bed, Jaejoong finding his way to Yunho’s side so the man could coil his lanky frame around him, eyes closing for the moment he needed to compose himself.

“You need a shower,” Jaejoong whispered in his ear making Yunho fidget.

A quick scan of the room reminded him that although he was wrapped securely in his lover’s arms Changmin was sprawled, asleep, on the bed beside them. There was a pile of crisp bills resting on their clothes and a small plate of left over pizza sitting on the bedside table. Snatching a slice Yunho watched Jaejoong dress, the older man’s eyes admiring Changmin’s long frame before his gaze shifted, smoldering, towards him, outlining all the naughty things he wanted to do when they get back to the loft.

“And as fun as this experiment was, I don’t want to share you again,” Jaejoong finally said, twisting the button closed on his jeans.

“I told you I was done whoring. I don’t want to be shared.”

“I’m sorry I brought us back to this,” Jaejoong sighed.

The kiss he left on Yunho’s lips was soft, passionate, and Yunho drunk it in, lived in the moment of the older man’s lips connecting with his.

“Then leave the money, you can make it up to me when we get home.”