[ V E R S E ] YunJae Scenarios #002
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Scenario #002: Jaejoong was not just a king to Yunho; he was a god. And gods need to be worshipped. Thoroughly.
“My king.” Yunho breathed into the pale man’s skin before he slowly brought his lips to the exposed flesh of his neck, sighing at the feel of soft perfection. He trailed butterfly kisses on his skin, first down to the man’s collarbone, then up again to the bejeweled ear. A soft moan escaped the man’s lips.
“Yunho-“
He locked eyes with his partner, and placed his finger on plump, opened lips. He shushed him slightly and shook his head, sharing with him a look of pure, silent longing. He had a soft smile playing on his lips as he stared at the ethereal visage of the beautiful man he had pressed against the wall.
“No, my king.” He whispered against his lips, cheek, forehead-everything. He slowly glided his free hand up the man’s left arm and watched in fascination as the man shivered. The hand went to cup his face, and the man crooned softly as he leaned to his touch. His. Yunho pressed his forehead against the other’s lovingly and breathed.
“Allow me. Allow me.”
Before his partner could reply, Yunho leaned down, barely grazing his lips on the other’s. Their eyes locked again, and Yunho could see expectance, anxiety-love, dare he think? The thought alone made his heart soar high in the sky within his chest, like a free bird out of its cage. And he was looking right at the man who set it free.
The small gap between them closed, and he tasted the sweetness of the beautiful man’s lips. Could they taste any sweeter? Was it possible? Yunho tried to find out as he explored the man’s hot mouth, like an avid adventurer discovering new land-or revisiting paradise.
Paradise.
His king’s mouth was his paradise.
The moans from the other man encouraged him to go rougher, faster, better. Warm hands cupped his face, and the thought of them belonging to his precious king made his movements even more desperate. Breathing hastened, hands explored and two pairs of lips collided and separated and collided again in a majestic dance of passion.
“Oh, Yunho-“ His king breathed, and he moaned when Yunho swiped his tongue across his swollen lips twice, thrice. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips on the tongue. “Yunho-yah-“
“Hush, my king.” Yunho retracted his tongue and pressed his face to his love’s, nuzzling the other’s nose with his. “You needn’t speak tonight. Allow me, allow me-“
“Allow you to,” The dark-haired beauty looked at Yunho with piercing dark eyes, half-lidded in pleasure. “Allow you to what?”
Yunho paused as he looked at the beautiful king, and he loved the way he bloomed under the glow of the moonlight. He let out a long sigh, and he wondered briefly how could a person-a human being look, feel and be so perfect. And then he realized; his king was no human, and he was no ordinary king.
He was a god.
And there was only one thing a lowly human like Yunho could do for a god.
He brought a hand to caress the man’s face, and a soft smile graced the man’s perfect face. It made Yunho give a smile of his own, and his eyes misted from the euphoric feeling of happiness inside him. He leaned to peck the man’s lips and breathed.
“To worship you, my king.” He finally answered, and the low tone in his voice suggested so, so many things that the pale man’s breath hitched. “Allow me to worship you in a way that befits you. Allow me-allow me to worship you, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened a fraction, before they slowly closed. Yunho saw tears leak out the side of his eyes before he placed his head on Yunho’s shoulder, holding on to him like he was the most precious thing in the world-more precious than anything he could ever have, or ever dream to have. Yunho took this as a sign to carry him all the way to the large bed.
“Yunho, my knight. You are so devoted that it pains me,” Jaejoong spoke breathlessly, and he shook in Yunho’s arms as he was laid down gently on the mattress. He planted a kiss on Yunho’s neck before looking up, meeting Yunho’s eyes with regal, but loving eyes. “Very well, my knight. Worship me.”
Yunho’s heart nearly exploded as he nodded with fervor. He leaned down to kiss his king once again, but it was gentle, sweet-divine. It was hugely different from their kissing a while ago, and Yunho planned it that way. Because Jaejoong was not just a king to Yunho; he was a god. And gods need to be worshipped. Thoroughly. Slowly. Lovingly. Nothing but the best way possible.
The knight slowly disrobed Jaejoong, sighing at the alabaster perfection of the man’s skin. He looked at Jaejoong the same way a devout acolyte would gaze upon the statue of his god-in heavenly adulation. His body was perfect in every way; strong angles met smooth curves in a way only gods could ever hope to pull off. Nobody else could look this way-only Jaejoong, the king and god of his lowly, human soul. He gazed at his king’s face with adoration, and he thanked Fate for letting him be the only one to be able to bask in his god’s glory and divinity.
Not the people.
Not the Court.
Not even the Queen.
Just him. Just Yunho.
He soon found himself disrobed as well, and he cried because it had been his god who had done it for him. He was so humbled, truly, that Jaejoong would stoop so low as to do it for him. But it was an act of love and compassion by his god, he knew, and for that he was thankful. Jaejoong blessed him, and for that he must worship him on a shrine made of the best silk and satin.
And worship he would-tonight, and for all the days of his lowly human life. He was but a servant, but he was blessed and for that he was thankful. His skin was unworthy to touch his god’s, and his hands were undeserving to caress and knead the divine flesh. And as he was ready to enter the gates of Heaven once again, he couldn’t help but shout for joy because he was here. He was with his god, and his god welcomed him with a tight embrace and pleasured cry.
Stars collided behind his eyes, and with one more push, the gates were opened and he was finally home.
OMG this is my first sexy fic (LOLWHAT HAHA) in a really loooooong time and UGH. SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I’m practicing for an on-going fic so don’t mind the fail huhu I sincerely hope I made it beautiful though because Yunho is the adoring knight and Jaejoong is his perfect god-king <3
I also listened to this song while writing it <3 It's "Magic of Love" by BrunuhVille, and it gives off such a high fantasy romance feel! I LOVE IT! I actually love anything BrunuhVille omg
Scenario #002: Jaejoong was not just a king to Yunho; he was a god. And gods need to be worshipped. Thoroughly.
“My king.” Yunho breathed into the pale man’s skin before he slowly brought his lips to the exposed flesh of his neck, sighing at the feel of soft perfection. He trailed butterfly kisses on his skin, first down to the man’s collarbone, then up again to the bejeweled ear. A soft moan escaped the man’s lips.
“Yunho-“
He locked eyes with his partner, and placed his finger on plump, opened lips. He shushed him slightly and shook his head, sharing with him a look of pure, silent longing. He had a soft smile playing on his lips as he stared at the ethereal visage of the beautiful man he had pressed against the wall.
“No, my king.” He whispered against his lips, cheek, forehead-everything. He slowly glided his free hand up the man’s left arm and watched in fascination as the man shivered. The hand went to cup his face, and the man crooned softly as he leaned to his touch. His. Yunho pressed his forehead against the other’s lovingly and breathed.
“Allow me. Allow me.”
Before his partner could reply, Yunho leaned down, barely grazing his lips on the other’s. Their eyes locked again, and Yunho could see expectance, anxiety-love, dare he think? The thought alone made his heart soar high in the sky within his chest, like a free bird out of its cage. And he was looking right at the man who set it free.
The small gap between them closed, and he tasted the sweetness of the beautiful man’s lips. Could they taste any sweeter? Was it possible? Yunho tried to find out as he explored the man’s hot mouth, like an avid adventurer discovering new land-or revisiting paradise.
Paradise.
His king’s mouth was his paradise.
The moans from the other man encouraged him to go rougher, faster, better. Warm hands cupped his face, and the thought of them belonging to his precious king made his movements even more desperate. Breathing hastened, hands explored and two pairs of lips collided and separated and collided again in a majestic dance of passion.
“Oh, Yunho-“ His king breathed, and he moaned when Yunho swiped his tongue across his swollen lips twice, thrice. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips on the tongue. “Yunho-yah-“
“Hush, my king.” Yunho retracted his tongue and pressed his face to his love’s, nuzzling the other’s nose with his. “You needn’t speak tonight. Allow me, allow me-“
“Allow you to,” The dark-haired beauty looked at Yunho with piercing dark eyes, half-lidded in pleasure. “Allow you to what?”
Yunho paused as he looked at the beautiful king, and he loved the way he bloomed under the glow of the moonlight. He let out a long sigh, and he wondered briefly how could a person-a human being look, feel and be so perfect. And then he realized; his king was no human, and he was no ordinary king.
He was a god.
And there was only one thing a lowly human like Yunho could do for a god.
He brought a hand to caress the man’s face, and a soft smile graced the man’s perfect face. It made Yunho give a smile of his own, and his eyes misted from the euphoric feeling of happiness inside him. He leaned to peck the man’s lips and breathed.
“To worship you, my king.” He finally answered, and the low tone in his voice suggested so, so many things that the pale man’s breath hitched. “Allow me to worship you in a way that befits you. Allow me-allow me to worship you, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened a fraction, before they slowly closed. Yunho saw tears leak out the side of his eyes before he placed his head on Yunho’s shoulder, holding on to him like he was the most precious thing in the world-more precious than anything he could ever have, or ever dream to have. Yunho took this as a sign to carry him all the way to the large bed.
“Yunho, my knight. You are so devoted that it pains me,” Jaejoong spoke breathlessly, and he shook in Yunho’s arms as he was laid down gently on the mattress. He planted a kiss on Yunho’s neck before looking up, meeting Yunho’s eyes with regal, but loving eyes. “Very well, my knight. Worship me.”
Yunho’s heart nearly exploded as he nodded with fervor. He leaned down to kiss his king once again, but it was gentle, sweet-divine. It was hugely different from their kissing a while ago, and Yunho planned it that way. Because Jaejoong was not just a king to Yunho; he was a god. And gods need to be worshipped. Thoroughly. Slowly. Lovingly. Nothing but the best way possible.
The knight slowly disrobed Jaejoong, sighing at the alabaster perfection of the man’s skin. He looked at Jaejoong the same way a devout acolyte would gaze upon the statue of his god-in heavenly adulation. His body was perfect in every way; strong angles met smooth curves in a way only gods could ever hope to pull off. Nobody else could look this way-only Jaejoong, the king and god of his lowly, human soul. He gazed at his king’s face with adoration, and he thanked Fate for letting him be the only one to be able to bask in his god’s glory and divinity.
Not the people.
Not the Court.
Not even the Queen.
Just him. Just Yunho.
He soon found himself disrobed as well, and he cried because it had been his god who had done it for him. He was so humbled, truly, that Jaejoong would stoop so low as to do it for him. But it was an act of love and compassion by his god, he knew, and for that he was thankful. Jaejoong blessed him, and for that he must worship him on a shrine made of the best silk and satin.
And worship he would-tonight, and for all the days of his lowly human life. He was but a servant, but he was blessed and for that he was thankful. His skin was unworthy to touch his god’s, and his hands were undeserving to caress and knead the divine flesh. And as he was ready to enter the gates of Heaven once again, he couldn’t help but shout for joy because he was here. He was with his god, and his god welcomed him with a tight embrace and pleasured cry.
Stars collided behind his eyes, and with one more push, the gates were opened and he was finally home.
OMG this is my first sexy fic (LOLWHAT HAHA) in a really loooooong time and UGH. SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I’m practicing for an on-going fic so don’t mind the fail huhu I sincerely hope I made it beautiful though because Yunho is the adoring knight and Jaejoong is his perfect god-king <3
I also listened to this song while writing it <3 It's "Magic of Love" by BrunuhVille, and it gives off such a high fantasy romance feel! I LOVE IT! I actually love anything BrunuhVille omg
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