My sweetest Sin - Chapter VII
My problems go from bad to worse. Oh, save me from them all!
(Psalm 25:17)
Raindrops were still crashing heavily against the cold glass of the window Yunho was pressed into, his naked skin instantly starting to shiver due to the stark contrast to its own heated condition. Somewhere out of town the thunderstorm neared its peak, including the roaring rumble of thunder and the incredibly bright seconds of lightning ripping through the blackness of the sky. Yunho barely registered any of that. The lips moving fervently against his own were softer than any memory or dream could do justice, but maybe that had a lot to do with the element of surprise.
It was hard to keep himself coherent at all, the hot mist of the other’s breath tickling his skin every time their lips let go of each other to force air back into burning lungs, but there was one line interrupting the comfortable emptiness of Yunho’s mind every now and then; that’s all due to YooChun and this suspicious drink; he drugged him, he drugged him, Jae’s not himself right now~
But whenever the voice in his head got louder, the addictive flavours of the smaller boy returned to him, the playful touch of an innocent tongue along the rebel’s sealed lips were everything it needed to undo the teen.
Their kisses were endless, a passionate dance of toungues and for quite a while this would define their only contact, until slender hands reached forward, pressing against the hard muscles of Yunho’s torso with open palms, fingertips discovering the lean strings underneath the velvety skin. It all felt like a lustful fantasy, a delusion if anything, with all their senses reduced to feeling, smelling, tasting, hearing, seeing the other, every detail of their bodies open to be discovered entirely.
JaeJoong broke away from their sensuous liplock, his eyes still a little hazy when he looked up into Yunho’s eyes through thick lashes while his whole body moved a little downwards, his balance secured by the strong grip on the windowsill on both sides of the younger boy. When he was sitting on his knees, one of his hands followed the lure of tanned, heated skin, fingers fluttering over the other’s belly button and lower, slowly coming dangerously close to the loose waistband of the sweats. His movements were slow, sometimes appearing a little insecure, but with the seconds ticking by, this innocent behaviour became more and more tempting and when suddenly red, lush lips were connecting with the sweaty pearls on the taller’s lower abdomen, shyly kissing a way downwards with a naughty tip of a tongue sneaking underneath the cotton barrier, Yunho lost all kinds of selfcontrol. He pushed away from the window, reaching for JaeJoong and throwing him face first onto the well-cushioned floor, the lithe body sinking into the countless pillows and blankets and silken sheets, the pale skin an incredible contrast to the sinful reds of the cloths. The rebellious brunette let himself fall on top of Jae’s delicious body, the oversized jumper revealing an indecent amount of the smooth skin at the Christian’s neck and shoulder-blades, too alluring to not bite into it, marring the porcelain perfection before running a gentle tongue over the bruise.
JaeJoong’s breathing was interrupted by moans and hisses, his head turned to the side, allowing a peek of the tensed expression, lips constaly parted and eyes closed to intesify the feeling of Yunho’s ministrations. It didn’t take the professional giggolo long to free them both of their loose clothing, their bodies tangled in the passion-coloured fabrics and sensitive to every sensation, no matter whether coming from silk, air, skin or saliva.
It was definitely too long since Yunho had the chance to release the tension from his body, his thoughts running from wild to crazy this past week and his body too tired and lazy to go out and fulfill his work. It was all due to the boy lying underneath him this moment, the same boy that accused him of leading an unbearably devillish lifestyle, the same boy that was now moaning his name in the most forbidden ways, that reached blindly forward to touch as much of the badboy as possible. The same mouth that now was swollen and red from kissing, begging for more was throwing quote after quote of the holiest book at him a mere week ago.
The biggest sin of all and Yunho was just about to willingly commit it - again.
Oh, how arousing to taste the forbidden fruit, to touch the pure skin and spread the pious thighs, to coat the usually well-hidden entrance with sweet smelling lubrication and loosen the resistance there.
The sweetest sound, no choir of angels could compare, when his manhood entered through the wickedly tight opening, the mix of pleasure and pain in that melodious composition, a perfect harmony of song and rhythm, no words but an explosion of feelings.
Only a few thrusts and Yunho lost himself in the tight heat and encouraging sounds they were creating. “Tell me what you like, JaeJae. Does this feel nice?”
The well built teenager lifted the other’s hips a little more, reaching to the older’s front and started stroking his neglected erection, already wet with precum and in a state of hardness that must have been becoming painful by now. With the first contact of strong fingers around the throbbing flesh JaeJoong let out a string of incoherent approvals, words and moans and sounds coming from deep down his throat.
Another change of angle, hips slamming faster and deeper, brushing the deepest core of the acolyte and the smaller frame arched, his eyes opened wide and a look of utter bliss on the devine face.
“That’s right, my beautiful sinner, give me a sign; I could do that over and over again, if you tell me so~”
Yunho’s voice was raw and husky, a deep incantation that JaeJoong couldn’t escape anymore, whereas the latter was already reduced to whimpers and groans, his brain not able to form reason or sense anylonger, so when he tried to fulfill the other’s request, he felt desperately helpless. “Ahhh.. ung…ah- Y-Yun-ahhh, more…Yunho!”
And as if he spoke the secret password, Yunho sped up the pace of thrusting into JaeJoong while jerking him off at the same time, the sensations rough and hard, fast and breathtaking and with a press of a thumb against his arousal’s tip and a slam against his hidden center of delight the smaller boy came hard and long, his seed soiling the valuable textiles with sticky stains.
A sight more beautiful and erotic than anything Yunho could think of, and just upon seeing the other loosing all control he reached his orgasm as well, strong and shuddering and oh so good.
Collapsing onto someone or cuddling had never felt good in Yunho’s opinion, the sex making them sweaty and sticking together, too much heat saved in between two bodies, but now, on top of the enticingly beauty of Kim JaeJoong, he thought that maybe - maybe - it wasn’t feeling all too bad. The younger 17-year-old kissed along the damp spine underneath him, licking and nibbling his way upwards, between the shoulderblades, up to the delicate neck, lightly biting onto a spot right behind the other’s ear, his actions evoking shudders and goosebumps and a low humming of enjoyment.
The other teen had the most satisfied smile on his lips, a slight blush still tinting his cheeks and the beautiful eyes already closed, the exhausted boy on the verge of sleep. So, Yunho carefully pulled out and shifted down from the smaller body, scooping the frailer looking frame into his arms and draping a thicker blanket over them. Who cared about that Jung Yunho wasn’t one for cuddling or closeness when the breath against his chest was so wonderfully calming and the constant pounding of the rain against the window more sedative than any drug he’d ever tried?
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It was well into the black night when Yunho woke up, startled by loud sounds outside but now that he was out of his sleep misted state, he couldn’t for the hell of it say what exactly it was. The only thing he did know was that he was lying between the sheets of his own room that still reeked of sex and sin and that he wasn’t alone. Not alone. After sex. What the hell happened here?
The room was covered in complete darkness, only occassionally did the pale silver moonlight break through the fast moving clouds outside and allowed a short peek on porcelain skin and silken hair, a beautiful frame or dark lashes resting against cheeks. JaeJoong indeed was beautiful, therefore it was hardly surprising that Yunho couldn’t quite bring himself to push the other away from him entirely. The different shades of reds of the blankets and scarfs trapped between and wound around their entangled limbs, almost gray in due to the lack of light created a beautifully sad picture in Yunho’s mind; because even though the other was still lying with him now, he knew with the dawn breaking soon, he would be alone again, alone like he always had been.
Once again, he had tainted the devout little boy and this time, he was sure, JaeJoong wouldn’t return. He took advantage of the smaller’s drugged state, corrupted him further and for some reason this time outweighed the last time, maybe because the knew each other better by now, maybe because they had talked, getting closer in a way JaeJoong for sure would describe as becoming friends.
While Yunho was still loosing himself deeper in his night-time rumination, the smaller boy starting shifting in his sleep, unconciously getting closer to the warmth of Yunho’s chest and finally settling there, a small smile forming on these plump lips and the jet black strands falling into his face, covering him further.
And Yunho made a descicion.
What kind of strange spell the religious boy was able to cast on him, he would break free of it. He didn’t like the melancholic feeling that resembled a nuance of fear that came whenever the pretty boy came too close, hence he wouldn’t let him anymore. This wasn’t him anymore. Sulking for a week, because he did scare another person away, having sex with without getting paid, lying awake at night and fearing the potential loss in the morning; he had never been anything like that. And that JaeJoong guy really shouldn’t be someone to change that!
So, with quick movements the brunette got out of bed, putting on some stone washed jeans and black shirt, before he disappeared into the bathroom, taking care of his eyeliner and hair. He didn’t need to try hard to look delicious, especially at that time of the night when potential clients were easy to find and fast to handle, drunk jerks that were out for a quick fuck in a back alley. In less than 10 minutes, Yunho was ready and out, jacket and shoes he found in some corner completing his outfit. He just needed to find the way back into his own life, a life he was leading for quite a while now, where nobody had a say in other than himself. It wouldn’t really be that hard.
On the pillow next to JaeJoong’s still dreaming body he taped a quick note.
Out for work! Hurry and get lost before I return - don’t want my customers to see you.
۰۰†۰†۰†۰†۰†۰۰
A/N: Hey babies♥ Ahhh, I hope I didn't make you wait too long for this update >.< I actually wanted to update waaaay earlier, but somehow I didn't get into the writing mood and then I had my exam (I really tried to update before that^^; - but at least hey! I passed =D)
Yeah, what else? Well, I hope you liked the chappie - it's smut n a completely different style than I usually write it... I hope it doesn't suck! I'm still very unsure when it comes to writing smut~
Anyway, I hope you liked the new chap :) Tell me, ok? ♥
Ps: I won't be able to reply for a few days, cause I'm out for bachelorettes' weekend in Budapest :D
Chapter VIII
(Psalm 25:17)
Raindrops were still crashing heavily against the cold glass of the window Yunho was pressed into, his naked skin instantly starting to shiver due to the stark contrast to its own heated condition. Somewhere out of town the thunderstorm neared its peak, including the roaring rumble of thunder and the incredibly bright seconds of lightning ripping through the blackness of the sky. Yunho barely registered any of that. The lips moving fervently against his own were softer than any memory or dream could do justice, but maybe that had a lot to do with the element of surprise.
It was hard to keep himself coherent at all, the hot mist of the other’s breath tickling his skin every time their lips let go of each other to force air back into burning lungs, but there was one line interrupting the comfortable emptiness of Yunho’s mind every now and then; that’s all due to YooChun and this suspicious drink; he drugged him, he drugged him, Jae’s not himself right now~
But whenever the voice in his head got louder, the addictive flavours of the smaller boy returned to him, the playful touch of an innocent tongue along the rebel’s sealed lips were everything it needed to undo the teen.
Their kisses were endless, a passionate dance of toungues and for quite a while this would define their only contact, until slender hands reached forward, pressing against the hard muscles of Yunho’s torso with open palms, fingertips discovering the lean strings underneath the velvety skin. It all felt like a lustful fantasy, a delusion if anything, with all their senses reduced to feeling, smelling, tasting, hearing, seeing the other, every detail of their bodies open to be discovered entirely.
JaeJoong broke away from their sensuous liplock, his eyes still a little hazy when he looked up into Yunho’s eyes through thick lashes while his whole body moved a little downwards, his balance secured by the strong grip on the windowsill on both sides of the younger boy. When he was sitting on his knees, one of his hands followed the lure of tanned, heated skin, fingers fluttering over the other’s belly button and lower, slowly coming dangerously close to the loose waistband of the sweats. His movements were slow, sometimes appearing a little insecure, but with the seconds ticking by, this innocent behaviour became more and more tempting and when suddenly red, lush lips were connecting with the sweaty pearls on the taller’s lower abdomen, shyly kissing a way downwards with a naughty tip of a tongue sneaking underneath the cotton barrier, Yunho lost all kinds of selfcontrol. He pushed away from the window, reaching for JaeJoong and throwing him face first onto the well-cushioned floor, the lithe body sinking into the countless pillows and blankets and silken sheets, the pale skin an incredible contrast to the sinful reds of the cloths. The rebellious brunette let himself fall on top of Jae’s delicious body, the oversized jumper revealing an indecent amount of the smooth skin at the Christian’s neck and shoulder-blades, too alluring to not bite into it, marring the porcelain perfection before running a gentle tongue over the bruise.
JaeJoong’s breathing was interrupted by moans and hisses, his head turned to the side, allowing a peek of the tensed expression, lips constaly parted and eyes closed to intesify the feeling of Yunho’s ministrations. It didn’t take the professional giggolo long to free them both of their loose clothing, their bodies tangled in the passion-coloured fabrics and sensitive to every sensation, no matter whether coming from silk, air, skin or saliva.
It was definitely too long since Yunho had the chance to release the tension from his body, his thoughts running from wild to crazy this past week and his body too tired and lazy to go out and fulfill his work. It was all due to the boy lying underneath him this moment, the same boy that accused him of leading an unbearably devillish lifestyle, the same boy that was now moaning his name in the most forbidden ways, that reached blindly forward to touch as much of the badboy as possible. The same mouth that now was swollen and red from kissing, begging for more was throwing quote after quote of the holiest book at him a mere week ago.
The biggest sin of all and Yunho was just about to willingly commit it - again.
Oh, how arousing to taste the forbidden fruit, to touch the pure skin and spread the pious thighs, to coat the usually well-hidden entrance with sweet smelling lubrication and loosen the resistance there.
The sweetest sound, no choir of angels could compare, when his manhood entered through the wickedly tight opening, the mix of pleasure and pain in that melodious composition, a perfect harmony of song and rhythm, no words but an explosion of feelings.
Only a few thrusts and Yunho lost himself in the tight heat and encouraging sounds they were creating. “Tell me what you like, JaeJae. Does this feel nice?”
The well built teenager lifted the other’s hips a little more, reaching to the older’s front and started stroking his neglected erection, already wet with precum and in a state of hardness that must have been becoming painful by now. With the first contact of strong fingers around the throbbing flesh JaeJoong let out a string of incoherent approvals, words and moans and sounds coming from deep down his throat.
Another change of angle, hips slamming faster and deeper, brushing the deepest core of the acolyte and the smaller frame arched, his eyes opened wide and a look of utter bliss on the devine face.
“That’s right, my beautiful sinner, give me a sign; I could do that over and over again, if you tell me so~”
Yunho’s voice was raw and husky, a deep incantation that JaeJoong couldn’t escape anymore, whereas the latter was already reduced to whimpers and groans, his brain not able to form reason or sense anylonger, so when he tried to fulfill the other’s request, he felt desperately helpless. “Ahhh.. ung…ah- Y-Yun-ahhh, more…Yunho!”
And as if he spoke the secret password, Yunho sped up the pace of thrusting into JaeJoong while jerking him off at the same time, the sensations rough and hard, fast and breathtaking and with a press of a thumb against his arousal’s tip and a slam against his hidden center of delight the smaller boy came hard and long, his seed soiling the valuable textiles with sticky stains.
A sight more beautiful and erotic than anything Yunho could think of, and just upon seeing the other loosing all control he reached his orgasm as well, strong and shuddering and oh so good.
Collapsing onto someone or cuddling had never felt good in Yunho’s opinion, the sex making them sweaty and sticking together, too much heat saved in between two bodies, but now, on top of the enticingly beauty of Kim JaeJoong, he thought that maybe - maybe - it wasn’t feeling all too bad. The younger 17-year-old kissed along the damp spine underneath him, licking and nibbling his way upwards, between the shoulderblades, up to the delicate neck, lightly biting onto a spot right behind the other’s ear, his actions evoking shudders and goosebumps and a low humming of enjoyment.
The other teen had the most satisfied smile on his lips, a slight blush still tinting his cheeks and the beautiful eyes already closed, the exhausted boy on the verge of sleep. So, Yunho carefully pulled out and shifted down from the smaller body, scooping the frailer looking frame into his arms and draping a thicker blanket over them. Who cared about that Jung Yunho wasn’t one for cuddling or closeness when the breath against his chest was so wonderfully calming and the constant pounding of the rain against the window more sedative than any drug he’d ever tried?
۰۰†۰†۰†۰†۰†۰۰
It was well into the black night when Yunho woke up, startled by loud sounds outside but now that he was out of his sleep misted state, he couldn’t for the hell of it say what exactly it was. The only thing he did know was that he was lying between the sheets of his own room that still reeked of sex and sin and that he wasn’t alone. Not alone. After sex. What the hell happened here?
The room was covered in complete darkness, only occassionally did the pale silver moonlight break through the fast moving clouds outside and allowed a short peek on porcelain skin and silken hair, a beautiful frame or dark lashes resting against cheeks. JaeJoong indeed was beautiful, therefore it was hardly surprising that Yunho couldn’t quite bring himself to push the other away from him entirely. The different shades of reds of the blankets and scarfs trapped between and wound around their entangled limbs, almost gray in due to the lack of light created a beautifully sad picture in Yunho’s mind; because even though the other was still lying with him now, he knew with the dawn breaking soon, he would be alone again, alone like he always had been.
Once again, he had tainted the devout little boy and this time, he was sure, JaeJoong wouldn’t return. He took advantage of the smaller’s drugged state, corrupted him further and for some reason this time outweighed the last time, maybe because the knew each other better by now, maybe because they had talked, getting closer in a way JaeJoong for sure would describe as becoming friends.
While Yunho was still loosing himself deeper in his night-time rumination, the smaller boy starting shifting in his sleep, unconciously getting closer to the warmth of Yunho’s chest and finally settling there, a small smile forming on these plump lips and the jet black strands falling into his face, covering him further.
And Yunho made a descicion.
What kind of strange spell the religious boy was able to cast on him, he would break free of it. He didn’t like the melancholic feeling that resembled a nuance of fear that came whenever the pretty boy came too close, hence he wouldn’t let him anymore. This wasn’t him anymore. Sulking for a week, because he did scare another person away, having sex with without getting paid, lying awake at night and fearing the potential loss in the morning; he had never been anything like that. And that JaeJoong guy really shouldn’t be someone to change that!
So, with quick movements the brunette got out of bed, putting on some stone washed jeans and black shirt, before he disappeared into the bathroom, taking care of his eyeliner and hair. He didn’t need to try hard to look delicious, especially at that time of the night when potential clients were easy to find and fast to handle, drunk jerks that were out for a quick fuck in a back alley. In less than 10 minutes, Yunho was ready and out, jacket and shoes he found in some corner completing his outfit. He just needed to find the way back into his own life, a life he was leading for quite a while now, where nobody had a say in other than himself. It wouldn’t really be that hard.
On the pillow next to JaeJoong’s still dreaming body he taped a quick note.
Out for work! Hurry and get lost before I return - don’t want my customers to see you.
۰۰†۰†۰†۰†۰†۰۰
A/N: Hey babies♥ Ahhh, I hope I didn't make you wait too long for this update >.< I actually wanted to update waaaay earlier, but somehow I didn't get into the writing mood and then I had my exam (I really tried to update before that^^; - but at least hey! I passed =D)
Yeah, what else? Well, I hope you liked the chappie - it's smut n a completely different style than I usually write it... I hope it doesn't suck! I'm still very unsure when it comes to writing smut~
Anyway, I hope you liked the new chap :) Tell me, ok? ♥
Ps: I won't be able to reply for a few days, cause I'm out for bachelorettes' weekend in Budapest :D
Chapter VIII