Keep Your Head Down [3]
Pairings: YunJaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, mature content.
Summary: Jaejoong wants to be forgiven for leaving HoMin and they know what they want as retribution.
A/N: Fans of this story: you're getting lucky. For some reason I find this plot easy to write so...here's another update :) [although I think the last two were better...] Enjoy~
Jaejoong could barely feel his fingers twitching through the ropes. While Yunho loved humiliating him, Changmin was quite the sadist. He could not complain though. There was something erotic in the way the intricate knot patterns littered around his torso, his arms twisted behind his back and over his shoulder completely immobilizing him in an uncomfortable position.
He could feel the blood-flow slowly retreating from his hands but the way those knots brushed his nipples when he tugged at his arms trying (and failing) to find a more comfortable position was simply delicious. He had been bound and tossed inside the room a good half-hour before Changmin decided it was time to play with him. It would not have been so bad if only the maknae wasn’t set on torturing him.
The first slap made him fall forward in shock. He was forcefully lifted by the hair causing him to whimper only to earn another slap to his ass. This time he was prepared though, and braced his legs against the slight push.
“Say it”, Changmin said, pausing on his assault to Jaejoong’s bottom.
The bound man choked back a sob. “I’m sorry”, he croaked softly before yelping as another slap landed on his already aching behind. The sting was worse when Changmin blew cool air over it.
“Louder”, he commanded.
“I’m sorry!” Jaejoong all but exclaimed, tears finally spilling.
“I don’t think you mean it,” Changmin said. “You’re enjoying it way too much it seems.”
Jaejoong could not deny he was painfully hard. But he knew Changmin would not cave and fuck him just yet. He liked lengthening his time with Jaejoong until the older man was a begging and sweaty mess.
Changmin pulled Jaejoong towards him until he was flush against his chest. The knots and Jaejoong’s arm between them would not let much of their flesh touch; the sensation was just below maddening. Changmin’s erection was nested between Jaejoong’s crack; not moving, not rubbing, just there.
Changmin’s tongue touched the fading pink line around Jaejoong’s neck and licked, making Jaejoong mewl and throw his head to the side for better access.
“Hyung is very possessive isn’t he? Marking you like this…”
Jaejoong caught the taunting tone behind Changmin’s words but commented nothing of it. He was sure Yunho did not mean it, hell, he did not even know about it until he caught Jaejoong trying to put something between his neck and the collar the last time he visited. Jaejoong did not get an apology but Yunho decided Jaejoong could forego the collar until his neck healed.
Changmin traced the rope patterns wrapped snugly around Jae’s body. He tugged the ropes and touched the skin underneath, going everywhere except for Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong whined. The arm pressed between his body and Changmin’s was hurting at the elbow while everything else tingled with an ant-like feeling for being in the same position for too long.
“Ma-master, my arm-“, Jaejoong started, but Changmin shoved him forward and spanked him hard. Jaejoong barely had time to brace himself with his shoulder instead of falling flat on his face.
“So much complaining, next time I’m gagging you,” Changmin said just before shoving two lubed fingers up Jaejoong’s hole, a strangled cry making its way out of Jae’s throat.
Changmin pinched his nipple and Jaejoong gasped, while the fingers inside him scissored him open with expertise, completely avoiding his prostrate and making him squirm.
“I shouldn’t even prep you this much, you don’t deserve me being this kind,” Changmin’s fingers stilled in his movements and then something hard and cold was shoved up Jaejoong’s hole, pushing him forward in shock.
“Master!” Jaejoong exclaimed, pain-laced pleasure crawling through his nerves as the dildo was completely shoved inside him.
He felt more than saw Changmin move from behind him to stand next to him. He felt a foot nudge his side and throw him off balance so he was now lying on his side; the dildo shifting inside him as he fell, making him moan.
Jaejoong’s hair was sticking to his face like a spider web and his hooded eyes sported pleasure-blown pupils. His breath came in short pants and his lips were red from Changmin ravishing his mouth as soon as he arrived to the apartment.
“What a sight you make, lying like that. Maybe I should leave you like this until Yunho-hyung arrives so I can show him.”
Changmin kneeled next to Jaejoong and touched the tip of Jaejoong’s penis. The other man tensed at the touch, his body not deciding if he wanted to get closer to that warm hand or retract from it.
“Please…” Jaejoong asked hoarsely.
He was exhausted. Between fights with music show directives and preparing for their next tour, not to mention recording and rehearsing the new songs and going to Changmin and Yunho when he was called, he had been sucked dry of energy.
“Please what?” Changmin asked innocently, fingers dancing up and down Jaejoong’s shaft, enjoying the way the older man’s face contorted in pleasure-filled expressions.
“Fuck me,” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin smiled in victory and moved back behind Jaejoong. He helped the other man stand on shaky knees and held him around the middle. The moment he yanked the dildo from Jaejoong’s body he plunged into him and fucked at a steady rhythm of hard pushes and dragged out pulls.
Jaejoong moaned just before Changmin let go of his waist to settle on his hips, fucking him faster and at a deeper angle when his upper body fell forward.
His forehead was pressed against the hardwood floor and he moved his head so it was his left temple supporting his weight as Changmin pounded into his body erratically, finally tensing up and filling him up to the brim with his come. A few seconds later the maknae wrapped his hand around Jaejoong’s still hard cock and tugged him to orgasm as Jaejoong moaned under his touch.
Changmin’s penis slipped from Jaejoong’s body as he went to look for a tissue to wipe his hand off. Jaejoong moved around like a fish out of water before looking over his shoulder.
“Changmin, my arms, please,” he pleaded.
Changmin grunted, making it seem like freeing Jaejoong was a chore, and went to untie the mass of knots over Jaejoong’s body. When most of the knots were loose he carefully unfolded Jaejoong’s arms and laid them at the other man’s sides.
Jaejoong made an exclamation of relief as he rolled on his back and rubbed feeling back into his arms. He heard Changmin shuffling around, the sound relaxing to his ears and he started nodding off but before he could give in to sleep a sharp kick to the ribs woke him up.
“Yah! At least get on the bed”, Changmin muttered, while he moved around the room, getting himself dressed into a pair of boxers.
Jaejoong crawled towards the bed and flopped on the soft surface. He buried his face in the pillows and inhaled the smell of Changmin’s shampoo. His heart hurt when he remembered those times when Changmin would be too homesick and would crawl into Jaejoong’s bed. His pillows would smell like Changmin for a couple more days after those nights but the maknae would not mention anything about it the morning after.
Changmin flopped next to him on the bed and ran his fingers through his spine. Jaejoong practically purred before closing his eyes in contentment.
There was a moment of silence in which Jaejoong fought to stay awake while Changmin peppered his back with feather-like touches. Out of the blue Changmin spoke.
“Thanks for the food, Hyung. It was delicious”.
Jaejoong smiled. It was because of moments like this the reason why he went through everything. For a moment, it was like it was back then when Dong Bang Shin Ki was together. There were no master/pet roles to fill in, no hate and no apologies floating in the air; just soothing friendship and loyal companionship.
That is what Yoochun could not understand. Jaejoong would give anything for moments like this, when Changmin and Yunho would be tender to him, make him feel like he was more than a hole to fuck.
Somebody was shaking him and that’s when he realized he had dozed off again. He stared at Changmin through sleep-clouded eyes and he could almost see a look of concern on the maknae’s eyes. Almost.
“It’s time for you to go. I have a photoshoot in half-an-hour but I could drop you off, you don’t look in any condition to drive,” Changmin said and Jaejoong found himself nodding along with his words.
Changmin helped him get dressed and before long they were out of the apartment and inside the elevator. He faintly noticed the man at the front desk bowing and wishing them (he recalls being addressed to by his name) a safe trip.
“Where’s your apartment?” Changmin asked once they were inside his car.
Jaejoong shook his head. “Don’t take me there, could you drop me off at the studio? It’s not far from here.”
“But, Hyung…”
“I have to go Min-ah, I too have responsibilities with my group,” Jaejoong snapped, but apologized soon after.
Changmin looked like he wanted to say something more but one look at Jaejoong’s tired and pleading eyes shut him up and with a shrug he turned his attention to the road.
When they arrived, Jaejoong saw Yoochun smoking outside the front entrance. His band member was looking around the street, probably trying to spot Jaejoong’s sport car. He wanted to tell Changmin roll his window up but it was too late, Yoochun caught sight of them.
The black-haired man’s eyes hardened when they focused in Changmin’s direction; the cigarette trembling between well groomed fingers. Changmin merely acknowledged him with a stare and a short nod but Jaejoong could see how the youngest man’s eyes filled with contempt.
Jaejoong got out from Changmin’s car before Yoochun decided to approach the vehicle and start a fight. He mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and went to greet his friend while Changmin drove away.
Yoochun said nothing, but Jaejoong could tell he was not happy. He stubbed out his cigarette and went inside, Jaejoong following close behind with his eyes glued to the floor, part of him feeling like a scolded child, the other part feeling too tired to look up.
To say practice went horrible was an understatement. Jaejoong kept messing up the steps and his moves looked sloppy. Junsu looked at Jaejoong with worry-filled eyes as his legs collapsed from under him due to exhaustation while Yoochun called for a break and asked the back-up dancers to leave the room for a moment.
Silence permeated the room. Yoochun was not looking at Jaejoong, who laid panting on the floor, clutching an empty bottle of water in his left hand and refusing to look at the mirror. He did not need a wall of glass to tell him how shitty he looked. Junsu looked between the two, wondering what he was missing.
When Yoochun finally looked at Jae, the eldest could tell it was taking a very big effort from Yoochun’s part to retain his control.
“You need to get your act together, Jae. This cannot continue.”
“I’m fine, I just need-“ Jaejoong started but Yoochun cut him off.
“Again with the ‘I’m fine’ and ‘I’m okay’. You’re not Jaejoong! If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for JYJ. There is no way we can triumph over the odds if you keep going to perform sexual favors in Changmin’s and Yunho’s apartment and come back exhausted!”
“Uhm, what?” Junsu asked, his eyes shifting from Jaejoong to Yoochun and back to Jaejoong. “Is it true, Jae-hyung?”
Jaejoong refused to meet Junsu’s eyes, but he knew the broken look was there. Junsu believed in an upright way of living and he was throwing all of that down the drain. Even so, he did not want Junsu to find out like this. Hell, he didn’t even want him finding out.
“Junsu… I…,” Jaejoong started to say but he did not know how to go about it.
A minute passed before Jaejoong heard Junsu’s sneakers squeak against the wooden floor as he half-walked half-ran away. The door closed with a bang behind him, and Jaejoong buried his face in his hands.
“He’ll come around,” Yoochun tried to comfort him but it wasn’t of much relief to Jaejoong. “You really need to stop, though. There are other ways to earn forgiveness, Jae. If they’re forcing you to do that then they don’t deserve your effort.”
“They aren’t forcing me”, Jae mumbled from behind his hands.
Yoochun sighed. He wanted to say something he knew he would regret later on so he swallowed it back and kept it to himself. He crouched in front of Jaejoong and tugged at his arms. “Let’s go.”
Jaejoong chuckled, “Your scrawny ass won’t be able to carry me, I’ll walk”.
“You said it, not me,” Yoochun smiled back and helped Jaejoong up.
They left the studio with their arms around each other’s shoulders and told the dancers the practice had been cut short that day.
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