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Silk Sheets.
Yunho/Jaejoong.
Romance, Smut-ish. possibly R-rated?
Jaejoong can never decide what his favourite part of Yunho is, but is always disproven everytime he thinks he makes a decision.
Prompt: Silk Sheets.
Jaejoong can't pick his favourite part of Yunho. There's his bravery to stand up in front of thousands, millions and take on the role, the responsibilites of being their leader, of being the one who takes their mistakes on his shoulders, even when he knows who's wrong and why. And then there's the trust he holds for when they do slip up and do things wrong, and how he can motivate people so well to make sure that next time, they don't make the same mistake. And there's the way he looks, his well built body and his perfect face, and the way any hairstyle can sit atop his head and look like it's natural, look beautiful - his posture and figure scream manly and he even gives off the smell of a flawlessly gorgeous god.
But sometimes, when Jaejoong thinks he's sure he knows his favourite aspect of Yunho's whole perfect personality, he's disproven by his own mind every time Yunho corners him in their room and cups his cheeks...
"You're beautiful," Yunho whispers, a skim of breath against a once cold ear and Jaejoong shivers. His face flushes pink almost instantly and he sighs contently as Yunho's hands begin their journey over his body. Jaejoong flexes his fingers, trying to grab at something to keep himself stable and at least upright, but his back's pressed against the wall and there's nothing to touch that doesn't belong to the man in front of him. So he settles for sliding his hands underneath Yunho's shirt, the cold tips of his fingers elicting small gasps from the owner of the skin, the voice amplified by the fact his mouth is so close to his ear.
As payback, Yunho's tongue begins to abuse said ear - the muscle running along the shell, wet and obscene - and Jaejoong knows that Yunho's playing to his weaknesses. His breath comes out in harsh pants as Yunho nibbles gently on the victimised cartilage, his hand wandering from Jaejoong's waist and instead tangles his fingers in freshly-dyed wine-coloured hair. A smile forms around the shell as Jaejoong hisses.
He shudders, trying to control his heartbeat, as if he's a virgin again and this is the first time that the proxemity between Yunho and himself had been so intimate. Jaejoong felt a little stupid, because Yunho hadn't even touched him properly yet, it was only teasing, and already he was hot and bothered.
But Yunho had always been this way. Able to elict sudden cries of pleasure and trembles even with the simplest touches. He knew each and every one of Jaejoong's weak spots, and Jaejoong couldn't help but love it and hate it at the same time.
"Please..." Jaejoong rasps, his hips working off of their own accord, suddenly pushing forwards to make contact with Yunho, any part of Yunho.
"Patience, baby," Yunho says, holding Jaejoong's hips against the wall with one hand and using the other hand to cup his neck, his fingers brushing against the ends of the reddish hair once again, "I don't want to hurt you or rush this."
Jaejoong exhales, his breath fanning onto Yunho's face, who has closed the gap to mere centimetres. But instead of closing it completely, they stare. Contently. Jaejoong's eyes are shining, reflecting the dim bedside lamp and Yunho can't tell whether that's the reason Jaejoong seems to be glowing or whether he's emitting it naturally.
Tilting forwards, Yunho's mouth moulds with Jaejoong's, the tongue that had been providing his ear with so much attention beginning to lick a painfully slow path along his lips instead. Whimpering, Jaejoong allowed the tongue inside his mouth, tasting the minty flavour of Yunho's toothpaste. Their tongues entwine, passionately but slowly and everything that Jaejoong had ever wanted a kiss to feel like, but he can't bring himself to do anything but succumb to the feeling of Yunho filling his senses.
Lips locked and hearts racing, Yunho's hand slides down to Jaejoong's shirt buttons and begins unbuttoning one by one, slowly and patiently, taking his time to make sure his hands touch every part of the revealed creamy skin as possible. Jaejoong sighs and just feels, his lips still fighting a losing battle of subtle dominance. The red shirt is pushed from his shoulders, and Yunho follows, running his palms down his well-sculpted arms. Humming in pleasure, Jaejoong tugs on the collar of Yunho's polo shirt, forcing him to press further against his begging body.
Yunho breaks contact with Jaejoong's lips for seconds to tug the polo over his head, dishevalling his hair. Jaejoong growls slightly in the back of his throat at the sight of Yunho looking way too beautiful for his own liking and so he runs his fingers through his already messy hair and attatches their petals once more. And this time, it seems that Yunho is set to make Jaejoong's lips swell up for the whole world to see.
Suddenly, Yunho's warmth is removed from his mouth and instead, Jaejoong's being hoisted from against the wall to wrap his legs around his lover's waist, clinging onto him like a baby as Yunho presses small kisses against his neck and walks him towards their bed.
Yunho lowers him onto the silk sheets and becomes instantly smothered by his limbs and lips, their mouths uncoordinated and their legs entangled but neither of them care. It's paced and it's simple - and even though sometimes they're like everyone else and just feel the need, the want, to just do it, just let their animalistic side takeover, sometimes it's much nicer to just feel.
The rest of their clothes are easily disposed of, but in the same tender way as the others were. Yunho's delicately beautiful smile makes the auburn haired boy feel flustered more than before, his cheeks turning impossibly pinker as Yunho rakes his eyes admirably over Jaejoong's creamy, plump skin.
"How did I manage to find you?" Yunho asks, gazing into the other's doe eyes, mezmorised.
"Our past shapes us, Yunho-yah," Jaejoong says, running his thumb across the scar gracing the space below Yunho's eye, "But our future is what matters. To me, what we feel now, and staying together means more than how we met. Either way, I've still never felt the same way about anyone the same way I feel about you."
And Yunho kisses him again. Sweet and simple.
Jaejoong hisses when Yunho pushes into him, slowly but lovingly, and so the former can't help but clench around the intruder. Breathing heavily, Yunho presses his lips all over Jaejoong's face, constantly reminding him that he's here and so is his love.
Jaejoong climaxes when Yunho's touches send him over the edge, his head pushed back into the pillow and his hands fisting the ever-familar silk sheets. Yunho follows closely behind, his heavy breaths mixing with the I love you his lover proclaims.
They lay together, the taller encasing the older in his embrace, and Yunho breathes I love you too into the ear of the sleeping angel that lies in his protection.
Jaejoong will always decide that his favourite part of Yunho is how gentle he is. How light caresses can easily form shivers of pleasure and how slight touches of their lips can make him a writhing mess. Jaejoong's favourite part of Yunho is how they don't have sex, how they don't fuck... but instead make love.
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don't know how successful this will be - first try at something like this. yes, still not explicit - i'm embarrassed enough now. :o xD
still, i hope you liked it!
and i don't really have much else to say, so...
thanks for reading! (and feel free to comment... ^^)
Yunho/Jaejoong.
Romance, Smut-ish. possibly R-rated?
Jaejoong can never decide what his favourite part of Yunho is, but is always disproven everytime he thinks he makes a decision.
Prompt: Silk Sheets.
Jaejoong can't pick his favourite part of Yunho. There's his bravery to stand up in front of thousands, millions and take on the role, the responsibilites of being their leader, of being the one who takes their mistakes on his shoulders, even when he knows who's wrong and why. And then there's the trust he holds for when they do slip up and do things wrong, and how he can motivate people so well to make sure that next time, they don't make the same mistake. And there's the way he looks, his well built body and his perfect face, and the way any hairstyle can sit atop his head and look like it's natural, look beautiful - his posture and figure scream manly and he even gives off the smell of a flawlessly gorgeous god.
But sometimes, when Jaejoong thinks he's sure he knows his favourite aspect of Yunho's whole perfect personality, he's disproven by his own mind every time Yunho corners him in their room and cups his cheeks...
"You're beautiful," Yunho whispers, a skim of breath against a once cold ear and Jaejoong shivers. His face flushes pink almost instantly and he sighs contently as Yunho's hands begin their journey over his body. Jaejoong flexes his fingers, trying to grab at something to keep himself stable and at least upright, but his back's pressed against the wall and there's nothing to touch that doesn't belong to the man in front of him. So he settles for sliding his hands underneath Yunho's shirt, the cold tips of his fingers elicting small gasps from the owner of the skin, the voice amplified by the fact his mouth is so close to his ear.
As payback, Yunho's tongue begins to abuse said ear - the muscle running along the shell, wet and obscene - and Jaejoong knows that Yunho's playing to his weaknesses. His breath comes out in harsh pants as Yunho nibbles gently on the victimised cartilage, his hand wandering from Jaejoong's waist and instead tangles his fingers in freshly-dyed wine-coloured hair. A smile forms around the shell as Jaejoong hisses.
He shudders, trying to control his heartbeat, as if he's a virgin again and this is the first time that the proxemity between Yunho and himself had been so intimate. Jaejoong felt a little stupid, because Yunho hadn't even touched him properly yet, it was only teasing, and already he was hot and bothered.
But Yunho had always been this way. Able to elict sudden cries of pleasure and trembles even with the simplest touches. He knew each and every one of Jaejoong's weak spots, and Jaejoong couldn't help but love it and hate it at the same time.
"Please..." Jaejoong rasps, his hips working off of their own accord, suddenly pushing forwards to make contact with Yunho, any part of Yunho.
"Patience, baby," Yunho says, holding Jaejoong's hips against the wall with one hand and using the other hand to cup his neck, his fingers brushing against the ends of the reddish hair once again, "I don't want to hurt you or rush this."
Jaejoong exhales, his breath fanning onto Yunho's face, who has closed the gap to mere centimetres. But instead of closing it completely, they stare. Contently. Jaejoong's eyes are shining, reflecting the dim bedside lamp and Yunho can't tell whether that's the reason Jaejoong seems to be glowing or whether he's emitting it naturally.
Tilting forwards, Yunho's mouth moulds with Jaejoong's, the tongue that had been providing his ear with so much attention beginning to lick a painfully slow path along his lips instead. Whimpering, Jaejoong allowed the tongue inside his mouth, tasting the minty flavour of Yunho's toothpaste. Their tongues entwine, passionately but slowly and everything that Jaejoong had ever wanted a kiss to feel like, but he can't bring himself to do anything but succumb to the feeling of Yunho filling his senses.
Lips locked and hearts racing, Yunho's hand slides down to Jaejoong's shirt buttons and begins unbuttoning one by one, slowly and patiently, taking his time to make sure his hands touch every part of the revealed creamy skin as possible. Jaejoong sighs and just feels, his lips still fighting a losing battle of subtle dominance. The red shirt is pushed from his shoulders, and Yunho follows, running his palms down his well-sculpted arms. Humming in pleasure, Jaejoong tugs on the collar of Yunho's polo shirt, forcing him to press further against his begging body.
Yunho breaks contact with Jaejoong's lips for seconds to tug the polo over his head, dishevalling his hair. Jaejoong growls slightly in the back of his throat at the sight of Yunho looking way too beautiful for his own liking and so he runs his fingers through his already messy hair and attatches their petals once more. And this time, it seems that Yunho is set to make Jaejoong's lips swell up for the whole world to see.
Suddenly, Yunho's warmth is removed from his mouth and instead, Jaejoong's being hoisted from against the wall to wrap his legs around his lover's waist, clinging onto him like a baby as Yunho presses small kisses against his neck and walks him towards their bed.
Yunho lowers him onto the silk sheets and becomes instantly smothered by his limbs and lips, their mouths uncoordinated and their legs entangled but neither of them care. It's paced and it's simple - and even though sometimes they're like everyone else and just feel the need, the want, to just do it, just let their animalistic side takeover, sometimes it's much nicer to just feel.
The rest of their clothes are easily disposed of, but in the same tender way as the others were. Yunho's delicately beautiful smile makes the auburn haired boy feel flustered more than before, his cheeks turning impossibly pinker as Yunho rakes his eyes admirably over Jaejoong's creamy, plump skin.
"How did I manage to find you?" Yunho asks, gazing into the other's doe eyes, mezmorised.
"Our past shapes us, Yunho-yah," Jaejoong says, running his thumb across the scar gracing the space below Yunho's eye, "But our future is what matters. To me, what we feel now, and staying together means more than how we met. Either way, I've still never felt the same way about anyone the same way I feel about you."
And Yunho kisses him again. Sweet and simple.
Jaejoong hisses when Yunho pushes into him, slowly but lovingly, and so the former can't help but clench around the intruder. Breathing heavily, Yunho presses his lips all over Jaejoong's face, constantly reminding him that he's here and so is his love.
Jaejoong climaxes when Yunho's touches send him over the edge, his head pushed back into the pillow and his hands fisting the ever-familar silk sheets. Yunho follows closely behind, his heavy breaths mixing with the I love you his lover proclaims.
They lay together, the taller encasing the older in his embrace, and Yunho breathes I love you too into the ear of the sleeping angel that lies in his protection.
Jaejoong will always decide that his favourite part of Yunho is how gentle he is. How light caresses can easily form shivers of pleasure and how slight touches of their lips can make him a writhing mess. Jaejoong's favourite part of Yunho is how they don't have sex, how they don't fuck... but instead make love.
_________
don't know how successful this will be - first try at something like this. yes, still not explicit - i'm embarrassed enough now. :o xD
still, i hope you liked it!
and i don't really have much else to say, so...
thanks for reading! (and feel free to comment... ^^)