It's a never-ending duet
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Warmings: sexual themes
Summary: Separation is not the end, at least not for Yunho and Jaejoong.
A/N: Just something I wrote out of boredom and a sudden impulse to write.
It wasn’t always like this, Jaejoong mused, taking a sip from the warm coffee between his hands. Sure, they had to hide their relationship, they were beyond tired most of the time, there was just no free time and then there was the issue of little to no privacy. But they still got to see each other every day, they could discreetly hold hands in the van on their way to their next interview or performance, and one or the other would slip into the other’s bed at night, sometimes too tired to do more than hold each other while they slept.
Jaejoong’s fingers twitched in anxiety. He needed a cigarette, but knew he didn’t like it when he smoked.
There was a tap on his window; quiet, discreet. He didn’t even look at the person, only unlocked the doors to the vehicle. The passenger door opened, letting the early chill of fall creep inside but was closed shortly after, once the sunglass-shielded man next to him settled into the seat.
“Sorry I’m late. It was hard to slip away today,” Yunho said, slipping off his sunglasses and leaning in to give Jaejoong a soft peck on the lips. Jaejoong mentally thanked his wits when buying a car with tinted windows.
“Hmmm, it’s okay. Your place or mine?”
“Yours, it’s safer.”
And so they slipped into their rhythm. Several streets passed through the window; countless nameless people entering shops they didn’t care about blurring away as they drove by. Yunho was telling him about his day and Jaejoong listened attentively, throwing a comment here and there. The company wanted them to start producing their next album then keep promoting in Japan. Jaejoong told Yunho about the European tour. He wished Jaejoong luck; told him to get enough rest between performances even though both knew neither of them ever did.
They went around to the service entrance of the building. They laughed like naughty school boys behind the staircase when a janitor almost caught them. They were pressed together, chest to chest, and Jaejoong got the sudden urge to kiss Yunho. He leaned forward and when their lips met he couldn’t help the sigh of contentment that left him. It had been so long.
Jaejoong fumbled with the keys-maybe it was time he got an electric lock, he thought. They slipped inside as soon as the door was open, closing it hastily behind them. Jaejoong toed his shoes off first and ran to the bedroom, leaving a trail of joyous laughter behind him for Yunho to follow. When Yunho appeared on the doorway Jaejoong was already on the bed lying on his back, arms and legs spread out, and face looking upward accentuating the tempting column of his neck. He looked down when Yunho climbed over him on the bed, and smiled at the tall man above him.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you today,” whispered Yunho while his fingers slipped under the hem of Jaejoong’s black v-neck shirt.
“What’s taking you so long, Jung?” Jaejoong replied, a glint of sensual defiance evident in his dark eyes.
Yunho growled and captured Jaejoong’s lower lip between his own. The action quickly escalated into an open mouthed kiss, their tongues running against each other, fighting for dominance, while Yunho’s hands trailed the hard flesh of Jaejoong’s stomach.
Before long, Jaejoong’s shirt was off, and Yunho was licking and sucking at Jaejoong’s birthmark while his fingers played with the older man’s nipples. Jaejoong moaned at the actions, his breath quickening. He longed to touch Yunho but the mere pull of the other’s shirt had Yunho growling and biting his neck, albeit softly.
Jaejoong almost gave a cry of gratitude when Yunho loosened his pants and pulled them off, taking the pressure off his growing member. Yunho took off his shirt, and Jaejoong barely had time to admire Yunho’s body before the man was hovering over his manhood, blowing warm air over the tip every time he breathed. He licked the tip and Jaejoong shuddered, fingers immediately threading themselves between Yunho’s chocolate locks.
“You tease,” he said, covering his eyes with his arm.
“Look at me,” Yunho commanded.
Jaejoong moved his arm away from his eyes and looked down at Yunho, almost coming undone as the younger man engulfed him inside the warm cavern of his mouth. Jaejoong moaned wantonly at the feel of the wet slide of Yunho’s tongue against the underside of his cock and the tightness of his throat.
Strong hands held his hips down as he tried to buck up into the decadent heat. Yunho moved his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks, but his eyes never left Jaejoong’s scorching with the intensity of his gaze.
When a well-lubed finger was pressed against his entrance, Jaejoong gave a final shudder and came with a cry into Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho pulled off his own pants, erection standing proudly against his stomach, while Jaejoong regained his breath. He dropped the bottle of lube he had been using on the bed, next to Jaejoong’s pliant body and crawled over him. He kissed Jaejoong on the lips, letting him taste himself upon Yunho’s tongue.
Jaejoong moaned as the finger returned against his entrance, slipping all the way inside this time. Yunho hooked Jaejoong’s leg over his elbow and inserted another finger, pushing and prodding, hoping to find that pleasurable spot inside his lover. In no time his fingers brushed against something that had Jaejoong curling his spine upwards and moaning loudly. The once spent member was coming back to life between Jaejoong’s legs and Yunho couldn’t help but smirk.
He pulled out his fingers and Jaejoong whimpered at the loss; hole clenching and unclenching on air. Yunho laughed at his neediness while he poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers, this time slipping three of them inside the tight heat. He prepared Jaejoong in haste afterwards and lubed his own member before positioning it against the tight entrance.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” Jaejoong said, cheeks red with exertion. Yunho thought he looked delectable.
He pushed in gently, hoping to ease Jaejoong into accommodating to his girth. The older man shut his eyes while his hands clenched the sheets under him tightly as Yunho made his way inside him. Yunho kissed his eyelids and then his cheeks, following shortly by his mouth as he settled entirely inside Jaejoong.
“Move,” said Jaejoong after a moment.
Yunho was more than happy to comply. He retreated and slammed his hips forward just as Jaejoong’s legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He set a slow rhythm-he wanted to make it last-and cradled Jaejoong’s head between his hands before bending down to kiss the other man.
Jaejoong kissed back with force, capturing Yunho’s plum lower-lip between his teeth and sucking at the piece of flesh until it was red and swollen. A particular sharp thrust from Yunho had him throwing his head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. Yunho hit that spot every time since that moment, turning Jaejoong into an incoherent mess whose cries mingled with Yunho’s own moans of pleasure.
Before long Yunho’s rhythm began to falter; his thrusts become faster and more erratic as he felt his belly tighten with heat. His hand curled into a tight fist around Jaejoong’s manhood, stroking up and down in time with his thrusts, making the older man moan.
Eventually the heat became too much for him and he came with a cry of Jaejoong’s name inside the older man. He slammed his hips against Jaejoong’s, riding out his orgasm and speeding the movements of his hand. A moment later Jaejoong was clamping on top of his cock and covering his palm in cum; his mouth curling into a hoarse cry.
Yunho gave a couple more thrusts before slipping out of Jaejoong and moving up to lie next to him. They were both breathing hard and Yunho crawled half on top of Jaejoong, pressing his head against the older man’s chest, listening to his calming heart.
The soft autumn light seeped through the window and illuminated the whole room, letting Yunho appreciate Jaejoong’s naked beauty; the sweat-enhanced shine of his body and the way his sweaty hair stuck to his face, black locks framing his pale face.
“You’re so beautiful,” whispered Yunho when their breathing had calmed down.
“And you’re terribly cheesy, old man,” Jaejoong said, kissing Yunho’s sweaty cheek.
“You’re older though,” Yunho said with a teasing smile.
Jaejoong snorted. “As if you’ve ever taken notice of that fact.”
Yunho laughed at that and went to grab the mess of sheets around them to cover their naked bodies. When Jaejoong moved to slip under them he scrunched his nose when Yunho’s cum slipped out of his hole. Yunho laughed again, knowing very well what made Jaejoong so uncomfortable and kissed his nose.
“We’ll take a shower later.”
“When do you have to leave?” Jaejoong asked against the crook of Yunho’s arm.
“I was planning on making this a sleep-over,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong frowned. “Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Probably. It’ll be worth it though.” He smiled and kissed Jaejoong on the mouth.
Nothing was said after that, the both just content with being in each other’s arms.
It was on rare occasions like those that they got to see each other. They went back to the past if only for the briefest of moments, sometimes going weeks without so much as being able to call the other. It wasn’t so bad, thought Jaejoong. Those days were hellish but everything was worth it if only he got to see Yunho.
Everything was endurable as long as they had each other.