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TITLE: untitled.
PAIRING: JaeMin
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Min's a whore? Sex? iunno.
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: um. PWP?
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Changmin smiles brightly as he is lead into the hotel room, politely closing the door behind him as he watches the older man stride ahead and start to undress. He glances at the lean figure, the sculpted chest, and the rather-striking features of the face.
Hmm… not bad. Usually I just get old, bald people.
“What are you waiting for?” the man says, voice low and inviting.
Min grins again, putting on his shy boy act, “Oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’ll get ready immediately.” He hurries to the bathroom, sneaking a glance at his customer’s face; ah, so he doesn’t take well to my innocent act.
Changmin leaves the door open, feeling the man’s eyes burn into his skin, blushing once again as he steps into the shower. The warm water pelts down and Min can hear the man approaching. Another presence joins him within the confines of the four glass walls. The man leans forward, soap smeared in his hands and begins to touch.
Min lets out a low whimper as the man twirls a finger nonchalantly against his nipple, tongue hot and warm by his ear. He leans back onto that firm body as hands trail down lower. Min finds that he is the taller of the two and cannot successfully lean his head onto the man’s shoulder; instead he twists his head around to connect their lips as a finger trails down his aching cock.
Their tongues intertwine and Min can feel the man pushing up against him, exposed cock rubbing against his ass. The younger can’t help but moan aloud, thoughts and senses groggily thanks to the steamy shower. He gasps as a smooth hand wraps around his arousal stroking, stroking, stroking.
The shorter man has his free hand smoothing down the expanse of Min’s chest, fingers kneading across brown nubs as the boy moans into the kiss. He withdraws from the panting mouth, tongue dragging one last time along Min’s lower lip before the younger boy can feel the warmth breath by his ear, neck.
He squirms a bit as the languid tongue licks a searing trail along his vein, stopping short of his jaw line. The man stops pumping his erection and Changmin’s hips buckle one last time. The younger senses the loss of warmth and opens his eyes, catching the older man staring at him with dark, calculating eyes. He falters under that look; those eyes seem to see right through him, and Min blushes, head downcast.
The water ceases and he’s dragged out of the shower, where the boy happily inhales some air. He looks up, towel thrown on his head, and shuffles after the older man. They dry off, towels discarded onto the floor and the man beckons Changmin from the bed. He paddles across the carpeted expanse quickly, climbing onto the bed and over his customer, straddling him. He’s about to pose a question when a finger at his ass takes him by surprise. The man smirks at Min’s reaction, finger tracing that puckered entrance, making the boy writhe lightly.
“N-n-name?” Changmin manages, barely getting his message across when his words erupt into a panted moan.
The man runs a finger down Min’s spine, tracing it lightly as the boy arches his back, “Jaejoong.” Min nods, head resting against Jaejoong’s shoulder; his voice turns me on more than I’d like to admit.
Jaejoong lifts Min’s face with a finger at the boy’s chin, “Kiss me,” he says, that silky tone affecting Min in ways he’d rather not think about. Eagerly he pushes forward, moans, and kisses the man like he requested. He nips at Jae’s lower lip, teasing, then delivers a bruising kiss. He crushes their lips together, tongue eager, desperate.
It’s embarrassing really; he’s the one who’s doing the kissing and he’s the one losing it. Shit.
The man returns the kiss, making Min moan louder, tongue pressing harder, and the boy groans against his shoulder.
“Jaejoong-shii” Min drawls, hips buckling at the hand on his cock, the finger at his ass, inside him.
He’s pushed onto his back, lightly, gently, as Jaejoong kisses the younger. “We need…” but Min cuts him off, whisking a bottle of lube out of mid-air, smirking, enjoying this; them.
Jae smiles down at the boy, eyes hooded, liking how the boy’s smile reaches his eyes and makes them mismatched. He coats two fingers with the sticky substance, figuring Min’s used to this, and plunges them in, deep. He hears the boy gasp, eyes closed as Min bites his lower lip.
The fingers delve deeper, opening him, and Min can’t bear to look at the man. His muscles clench around the two digits, sucking them in. “Jaejoong-shii” he hisses again, hips arching up as another finger joins; he has three slender digits in him, fucking him.
He feels the fingers inside, the hands roaming his chest, and then finally -the warm mouth around his cock. He pushes up into Jaejoong’s mouth, feeling the tongue at the tip. Then all at once, all the sensations are gone; they disappear as Jae’s warm heat pulls away, leaving Min to grovel in misery.
“Shouldn’t you be doing all of this by yourself?” Min looks at Jaejoong. “I don’t know why I was doing it all for you.”
He smiles, genuine enough so Min crawls on all fours, cheek to the bed as he begins to touch himself. Min‘s between the man’s legs, ass in the air, pumping his own hard dick as Jaejoong stares. “Unn..” Changmin makes some unintelligible noise from the depths of his throat, fingers probing at his own entrance. He groans as he pushes the first in, and then a second, a third. He feels his own fingers inside, scissoring deeper into his body; and Min’s moaning, moaning like the whore he is.
“Suck me.”
Min looks up into dark eyes, stumbling forward so that he has the man’s cock at his lips, teasing, twirling around the tip. His lips part in a gasp as another finger joins and it’s not his own. “Jaejoong-shii!” he moans in surprise, hips bucking forward so he’s lying against the Jae’s stomach.
“How does it feel? Touching yourself?” Min doesn’t respond, the man’s words reddening the tips of his ears. “Look,” and Min does, he turns his head back, catching sight of their reflection.
“Shit…” he says, watching as the fingers move; plunging in and out, deeper, harder, faster. “God…” Still aware of his obligations, Min wraps his hand around Jae’s cock, hearing the man groan in surprise. He glimpses at Jaejoong’s reflection; eyes closed, pale skin framed by dark locks, sweat glistening, lips swollen -fuckin hot.
He’s taken by surprise when he’s pushed over, white washing over his senses as Jaejoong pushes in; too soon, too sudden, too good. “Jaejoong-shi…” he mewls, cut off as Jaejoong smiles down at him, holding Min’s hips in the air, doubling over those mile-long legs, and leans; closer, deeper.
“You can drop the “shii” you know.” Min nods, briefly, vaguely, then he moans aloud again; crying out in pleasure -pain. His body accommodates Jae, stretching with each thrust and clenching tight, making the older man feel his heat.
Changmin is struggling underneath, breath laboring and chest heavy as his body continues to shudder; in want, in need. “You’re so fuckin hot like this.” Jaejoong says, voice dipping an octave lower as the sultry tone jars Min’s senses and has him reduced to pathetic whimpers. “So needy…”
“Please,” Min breathes, hips rolling desperately for some friction -fuck me already… fuckin tease…- But Jaejoong keeps him at bay with shallow thrusts; each one just shy of his prostate and it makes Min go mad. “God… Jaejoong, please just…”
“Wait… I wanna see how long you’ll last like this.”
Min glares, except his eyes are clouded with lust and he can’t really think clearly. He’s still on his back, arms pinned over his head, Jaejoong’s body on him; Jaejoong’s cock in him. It’s torture, -fucking bastard- he wants more, needs it, but the older man won’t budge. Jae continues at his pace, moving just enough to get Min flustered, just enough to make him feel, but pulls back immediately. He’s kissing the boy, lazily. He runs a tongue over Min’s lips, looks into those glassy eyes, and thrusts, feeling the body underneath him writhe.
Min’s thrashing lightly on the bed, and he isn’t even allowed to touch himself; he’s so hard it almost hurts. “Please… Jaejoong, please.” He begs for it, moaning louder and louder. He groans again in frustration, fisting the sheets as Jae runs his tongue across a nipple and just keeps it there, flickering around it until it pebbles into his mouth; rock hard like Min’s cock. Jae’s still thrusting, pushing in and out at such a slow pace that Min’s about to scream. “Please… Fuck, Jaejoong… just fuck me already. Please.”
A finger trails the tip of Min’s cock, and the boy’s so jaded that he actually screams this time, trying to get his hips to move. Min ignores the look he gets from Jae, whose finger is dripping with his come. “How long are you gonna just sit there and -oh… fuck… Jaejoong, more.”
Jaejoong’s thrusting now, and he’s fucking Min like he actually means it. His hips snap forward and back, quick and rough. Changmin doesn’t care at this point, he just keeps moaning, and screaming and, “Fuck… Jaejoong, Jaejoong… faster, harder. Fuck me.” The bed shakes and along with it, Changmin; the springs are so fucking loud. Min’s arching off the bed, pushing closer to Jae to get more of his cock and, “Fuck… there…”
Jaejoong pulls all the way out, then slams back in, and Changmin screams. His cock settles inside Min’s heat, deep inside, and he’s fucking the boy hard and fast, ramming into him; pounding him precisely, exactly. Min groans, he moans, and Jae’s name erupts from his mouth in a scream; he’s asking for more, begging. With each thrust Jae fucks the boy senseless, hard cock rubbing against Min’s prostate -every fuckin time.
Then Jaejoong makes him whine, reduces him to the slut they both know he is, one hand winding around Min’s weeping cock as he continues to move. “Whore…” Jae says, no venom to his words at all. The thrusts are now long and hard, cock pushing against that spot over, and over, and over. Min can practically hear it as Jae fucks him; the sound of raw skin slapping together, the sound of Jaejoong inside, sliding out, then smashing back in. He can’t shut himself up and Changmin thinks it’s stupid because he’s been doing this for so long; he just keeps calling out for Jaejoong, screaming, his voice broken and hoarse.
Jae’s groaning, has been, for the past God knows how long. His voice is low and smooth, grating at the back of his throat as Min pushes down on him, clenching around him, “God you’re so tight… so good…” He fucks the boy, now erratic, no set pace as he simply pushes in and out. He keeps stroking Min’s rigid member, so hard that it actually does hurt.
Min’s moans overlap and he’s just whimpering all over himself because it feels like every second Jae’s cock is pressing hard against that spot. It’s rough, it burns; he loves it.
The older man leans even closer, spreading Min wider, fingers gripping hard at Min’s waist. Changmin is robbed of all coherencies and he just screams because it feels so fucking good; that hand on his dick -relentless, the force of Jae’s thrusts rendering it hard to breathe.
“I’m gonna…” Min doesn’t get to finish and he comes, exploding between the two of them because that’s how bad he needed it. And Jae simply fucks him through it, each sharp thrust making him shudder more and Min can’t even begin to collect his thoughts. Jaejoong fucks into him a few more times, hard, thick, cock ramming inside the younger boy before he comes and Min whimpers; feeling full.
Min’s been long gone, heart thumping and body burning. He’s fast asleep, blackened out as soon as he came, not really aware of anything at all. Now the edges of Jae’s vision dim, pull down his eye lids and he’s tired; he sleeps.
Jaejoong wakes to a empty bed, arm curled under nothing and suddenly it feels cold. He’s wondering where a certain brown-haired boy with mismatched eyes went when something hits him.
“Shit… I never got a name.”
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er yeah, i had a craving for hooker fic. D:
PAIRING: JaeMin
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Min's a whore? Sex? iunno.
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: um. PWP?
. // untitled
Changmin smiles brightly as he is lead into the hotel room, politely closing the door behind him as he watches the older man stride ahead and start to undress. He glances at the lean figure, the sculpted chest, and the rather-striking features of the face.
Hmm… not bad. Usually I just get old, bald people.
“What are you waiting for?” the man says, voice low and inviting.
Min grins again, putting on his shy boy act, “Oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’ll get ready immediately.” He hurries to the bathroom, sneaking a glance at his customer’s face; ah, so he doesn’t take well to my innocent act.
Changmin leaves the door open, feeling the man’s eyes burn into his skin, blushing once again as he steps into the shower. The warm water pelts down and Min can hear the man approaching. Another presence joins him within the confines of the four glass walls. The man leans forward, soap smeared in his hands and begins to touch.
Min lets out a low whimper as the man twirls a finger nonchalantly against his nipple, tongue hot and warm by his ear. He leans back onto that firm body as hands trail down lower. Min finds that he is the taller of the two and cannot successfully lean his head onto the man’s shoulder; instead he twists his head around to connect their lips as a finger trails down his aching cock.
Their tongues intertwine and Min can feel the man pushing up against him, exposed cock rubbing against his ass. The younger can’t help but moan aloud, thoughts and senses groggily thanks to the steamy shower. He gasps as a smooth hand wraps around his arousal stroking, stroking, stroking.
The shorter man has his free hand smoothing down the expanse of Min’s chest, fingers kneading across brown nubs as the boy moans into the kiss. He withdraws from the panting mouth, tongue dragging one last time along Min’s lower lip before the younger boy can feel the warmth breath by his ear, neck.
He squirms a bit as the languid tongue licks a searing trail along his vein, stopping short of his jaw line. The man stops pumping his erection and Changmin’s hips buckle one last time. The younger senses the loss of warmth and opens his eyes, catching the older man staring at him with dark, calculating eyes. He falters under that look; those eyes seem to see right through him, and Min blushes, head downcast.
The water ceases and he’s dragged out of the shower, where the boy happily inhales some air. He looks up, towel thrown on his head, and shuffles after the older man. They dry off, towels discarded onto the floor and the man beckons Changmin from the bed. He paddles across the carpeted expanse quickly, climbing onto the bed and over his customer, straddling him. He’s about to pose a question when a finger at his ass takes him by surprise. The man smirks at Min’s reaction, finger tracing that puckered entrance, making the boy writhe lightly.
“N-n-name?” Changmin manages, barely getting his message across when his words erupt into a panted moan.
The man runs a finger down Min’s spine, tracing it lightly as the boy arches his back, “Jaejoong.” Min nods, head resting against Jaejoong’s shoulder; his voice turns me on more than I’d like to admit.
Jaejoong lifts Min’s face with a finger at the boy’s chin, “Kiss me,” he says, that silky tone affecting Min in ways he’d rather not think about. Eagerly he pushes forward, moans, and kisses the man like he requested. He nips at Jae’s lower lip, teasing, then delivers a bruising kiss. He crushes their lips together, tongue eager, desperate.
It’s embarrassing really; he’s the one who’s doing the kissing and he’s the one losing it. Shit.
The man returns the kiss, making Min moan louder, tongue pressing harder, and the boy groans against his shoulder.
“Jaejoong-shii” Min drawls, hips buckling at the hand on his cock, the finger at his ass, inside him.
He’s pushed onto his back, lightly, gently, as Jaejoong kisses the younger. “We need…” but Min cuts him off, whisking a bottle of lube out of mid-air, smirking, enjoying this; them.
Jae smiles down at the boy, eyes hooded, liking how the boy’s smile reaches his eyes and makes them mismatched. He coats two fingers with the sticky substance, figuring Min’s used to this, and plunges them in, deep. He hears the boy gasp, eyes closed as Min bites his lower lip.
The fingers delve deeper, opening him, and Min can’t bear to look at the man. His muscles clench around the two digits, sucking them in. “Jaejoong-shii” he hisses again, hips arching up as another finger joins; he has three slender digits in him, fucking him.
He feels the fingers inside, the hands roaming his chest, and then finally -the warm mouth around his cock. He pushes up into Jaejoong’s mouth, feeling the tongue at the tip. Then all at once, all the sensations are gone; they disappear as Jae’s warm heat pulls away, leaving Min to grovel in misery.
“Shouldn’t you be doing all of this by yourself?” Min looks at Jaejoong. “I don’t know why I was doing it all for you.”
He smiles, genuine enough so Min crawls on all fours, cheek to the bed as he begins to touch himself. Min‘s between the man’s legs, ass in the air, pumping his own hard dick as Jaejoong stares. “Unn..” Changmin makes some unintelligible noise from the depths of his throat, fingers probing at his own entrance. He groans as he pushes the first in, and then a second, a third. He feels his own fingers inside, scissoring deeper into his body; and Min’s moaning, moaning like the whore he is.
“Suck me.”
Min looks up into dark eyes, stumbling forward so that he has the man’s cock at his lips, teasing, twirling around the tip. His lips part in a gasp as another finger joins and it’s not his own. “Jaejoong-shii!” he moans in surprise, hips bucking forward so he’s lying against the Jae’s stomach.
“How does it feel? Touching yourself?” Min doesn’t respond, the man’s words reddening the tips of his ears. “Look,” and Min does, he turns his head back, catching sight of their reflection.
“Shit…” he says, watching as the fingers move; plunging in and out, deeper, harder, faster. “God…” Still aware of his obligations, Min wraps his hand around Jae’s cock, hearing the man groan in surprise. He glimpses at Jaejoong’s reflection; eyes closed, pale skin framed by dark locks, sweat glistening, lips swollen -fuckin hot.
He’s taken by surprise when he’s pushed over, white washing over his senses as Jaejoong pushes in; too soon, too sudden, too good. “Jaejoong-shi…” he mewls, cut off as Jaejoong smiles down at him, holding Min’s hips in the air, doubling over those mile-long legs, and leans; closer, deeper.
“You can drop the “shii” you know.” Min nods, briefly, vaguely, then he moans aloud again; crying out in pleasure -pain. His body accommodates Jae, stretching with each thrust and clenching tight, making the older man feel his heat.
Changmin is struggling underneath, breath laboring and chest heavy as his body continues to shudder; in want, in need. “You’re so fuckin hot like this.” Jaejoong says, voice dipping an octave lower as the sultry tone jars Min’s senses and has him reduced to pathetic whimpers. “So needy…”
“Please,” Min breathes, hips rolling desperately for some friction -fuck me already… fuckin tease…- But Jaejoong keeps him at bay with shallow thrusts; each one just shy of his prostate and it makes Min go mad. “God… Jaejoong, please just…”
“Wait… I wanna see how long you’ll last like this.”
Min glares, except his eyes are clouded with lust and he can’t really think clearly. He’s still on his back, arms pinned over his head, Jaejoong’s body on him; Jaejoong’s cock in him. It’s torture, -fucking bastard- he wants more, needs it, but the older man won’t budge. Jae continues at his pace, moving just enough to get Min flustered, just enough to make him feel, but pulls back immediately. He’s kissing the boy, lazily. He runs a tongue over Min’s lips, looks into those glassy eyes, and thrusts, feeling the body underneath him writhe.
Min’s thrashing lightly on the bed, and he isn’t even allowed to touch himself; he’s so hard it almost hurts. “Please… Jaejoong, please.” He begs for it, moaning louder and louder. He groans again in frustration, fisting the sheets as Jae runs his tongue across a nipple and just keeps it there, flickering around it until it pebbles into his mouth; rock hard like Min’s cock. Jae’s still thrusting, pushing in and out at such a slow pace that Min’s about to scream. “Please… Fuck, Jaejoong… just fuck me already. Please.”
A finger trails the tip of Min’s cock, and the boy’s so jaded that he actually screams this time, trying to get his hips to move. Min ignores the look he gets from Jae, whose finger is dripping with his come. “How long are you gonna just sit there and -oh… fuck… Jaejoong, more.”
Jaejoong’s thrusting now, and he’s fucking Min like he actually means it. His hips snap forward and back, quick and rough. Changmin doesn’t care at this point, he just keeps moaning, and screaming and, “Fuck… Jaejoong, Jaejoong… faster, harder. Fuck me.” The bed shakes and along with it, Changmin; the springs are so fucking loud. Min’s arching off the bed, pushing closer to Jae to get more of his cock and, “Fuck… there…”
Jaejoong pulls all the way out, then slams back in, and Changmin screams. His cock settles inside Min’s heat, deep inside, and he’s fucking the boy hard and fast, ramming into him; pounding him precisely, exactly. Min groans, he moans, and Jae’s name erupts from his mouth in a scream; he’s asking for more, begging. With each thrust Jae fucks the boy senseless, hard cock rubbing against Min’s prostate -every fuckin time.
Then Jaejoong makes him whine, reduces him to the slut they both know he is, one hand winding around Min’s weeping cock as he continues to move. “Whore…” Jae says, no venom to his words at all. The thrusts are now long and hard, cock pushing against that spot over, and over, and over. Min can practically hear it as Jae fucks him; the sound of raw skin slapping together, the sound of Jaejoong inside, sliding out, then smashing back in. He can’t shut himself up and Changmin thinks it’s stupid because he’s been doing this for so long; he just keeps calling out for Jaejoong, screaming, his voice broken and hoarse.
Jae’s groaning, has been, for the past God knows how long. His voice is low and smooth, grating at the back of his throat as Min pushes down on him, clenching around him, “God you’re so tight… so good…” He fucks the boy, now erratic, no set pace as he simply pushes in and out. He keeps stroking Min’s rigid member, so hard that it actually does hurt.
Min’s moans overlap and he’s just whimpering all over himself because it feels like every second Jae’s cock is pressing hard against that spot. It’s rough, it burns; he loves it.
The older man leans even closer, spreading Min wider, fingers gripping hard at Min’s waist. Changmin is robbed of all coherencies and he just screams because it feels so fucking good; that hand on his dick -relentless, the force of Jae’s thrusts rendering it hard to breathe.
“I’m gonna…” Min doesn’t get to finish and he comes, exploding between the two of them because that’s how bad he needed it. And Jae simply fucks him through it, each sharp thrust making him shudder more and Min can’t even begin to collect his thoughts. Jaejoong fucks into him a few more times, hard, thick, cock ramming inside the younger boy before he comes and Min whimpers; feeling full.
Min’s been long gone, heart thumping and body burning. He’s fast asleep, blackened out as soon as he came, not really aware of anything at all. Now the edges of Jae’s vision dim, pull down his eye lids and he’s tired; he sleeps.
Jaejoong wakes to a empty bed, arm curled under nothing and suddenly it feels cold. He’s wondering where a certain brown-haired boy with mismatched eyes went when something hits him.
“Shit… I never got a name.”
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er yeah, i had a craving for hooker fic. D: