Kiss 9
Last dress rehersal before the concerts kicked off, and Jaejoong came off the stage bouncing. He’d finally stopped himself laughing as they did their dance moves in their silver dominatrix space suits, and they’d had the bendy, bouncy mics to play with, and all in all, it had been a pretty good run through. He was wired now for the real deal, with the hall full of screaming fans and the electric energy that only came from being on stage.
He was cruising down the hall towards the costumes room to divest himself of his outfit, when a drawling voice caught his attention.
“My my, where are you off to, little golden riding hood?”
He turned to see Yunho, leaning in a very posed manner against a doorframe. The leader was giving him a very assessing once over, a predatory grin on his lips.
Jae pursed his lips slightly to keep from laughing, and tried to look as innocent as possible. He wasn’t sure how well that was working however.
“Oh, I’m off to see stylist-nuna, to divest myself of my costume.” He said, carefully, after a moment, all wide eyed.
Yunho’s grin spread to a smirk, and he pushed away from the doorway.
“I’m afraid,” he said, standing in the hallway between Jaejoong had his destination. “I can’t let you do that.”
Jaejoong attempted a wibble. “Why ever not?”
“Well, you see, all rights of divestment have been reserved by myself. So if you’d just step this way?” With that, Yunho was suddenly pressed up right against him, hands settling on his waist and half lifting, half spinning him through the doorway he’d been occupying.
The door clicked closed and Jae found himself pressed up against the wall beside it. Yunho’s hands remained on his waist, just where the jacket began to flare out. The grip was firm, and Jaejoong could see the twitch of Yunho’s muscles as he restrained himself. Jaejoong pulled his lower lip over his teeth and smiled coyly.
“My, what big muscles you have…” He said, lowly, lifting his hand to skim his fingers down Yunho’s arm. He’d been appreciating the extra weight Yunho had put on, and with all the lovely sleeveless costumes, he’d also been appreciating the nice toning Yunho had picked up.
“All the better to hold you down with…” Yunho rumbled back, breath hot against Jaejoong’s jaw.
The grip on his waist tightened a little. One hand slid around his back, until he was encircled by Yunho’s arm, their bodies pressed together tightly. Yunho’s other hand slid up between them, finding the buttons on Jaejoong’s jacket, popping them slowly. The metallic fabric gleened dully in the light as it shifted, parting to expose Jaejoong’s skin.
“And what talented fingers you have…” A finger dipped down into this navel after loosening the last button, a short nail scraping at the increasingly sensitive skin and making Jaejoong pant.
“All the better to rid you of your clothing…” Yunho’s words were breathed out, and burned Jaejoong’s tongue. Their open mouths were mere millimetres from each other, and Jaejoong closed his eyes in anticipation.
He wasn’t disappointed, Yunho surging forward to mesh their mouths together harshly, his tongue demanding Jaejoong’s surrender. At that instant Yunho’s pinky hooked into the small silver hoop of Jaejoong’s belly piercing and tugged, making Jaejoong gasp involuntarily from the sharp bolt of pleasure it had sent rocketing up his body. Yunho pressed the advantage, delving deeper and plundering Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong moaned softly as Yunho ground against him, and bit his lip as their kiss ended to stop himself crying out loudly.
“Hhn… what a big bulge you have...” He finally managed to say, and this time Yunho laughed lowly and ground back against him again, agonisingly slowly.
“Oh yes… all the better to fuck you with my dear.” The leader practically purred out, and Jaejoong moaned again wantonly, arching into his lover’s touch. Yunho lent forward slightly, tonguing one of Jaejoong’s piercings briefly before breathing out a challenge that made Jaejoong shudder and mewl.
“So what do you say, lovely? Are you ready to ride?”
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omo, the cheeeeze. I can't believe I wrote that last line. -_-