SLAVE
SLAVE (jaehanho)
A/N: this is the sequel to MASTER.
dedicates to all the jaehanho lovers (i know you're out there) and Sarah even though she doesn't like smut (you gave me this idea and i got bricked by monica so you have to love it
SLAVE
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There was a smirk on his lips as he thought of what he was going to do. He was here on his roommate’s suggestion; ever since Kyuhyun had first come here, it was as if he had given his soul to the devil. They had slept together a couple of times way back and he cannot believe Kyuhyun was now satisfied bottoming for some dancer with hot legs, when he was so fierce in bed. Yunho was a man’s man and he was going to top both of those whores and they would beg him for more. He didn’t believe in this ‘Master’ crap; Yunho bent over for no one.
He had heard descriptions of Kyuhyun’s encounters with them, of them. Apparently that Hankyung was quite possessive of the younger one. Yunho’s smirk widened as he pushed open the door, images of bending the young one over a table, whilst making the other watch flashing before his eyes.
Unlike with Kyuhyun, it wasn’t bright, innocent eyes and warm hands that greeted him nor was Hankyung hidden in shadows in the corner. Instead his eyes focused on the two semi-naked men on the bed, their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss and their bodies pressed tight. Yunho stared, breathless, his previous fantasies forgotten, at the blonde hair and lean bodies and the sensualtity and trust in that kiss. At their entwined hands. They paid him no attention, although Yunho knew they were aware he was there, from the pure, teasing smile the taller one flashed at him, as the other man trailed kisses along a chiseled jaw and sucked softly down that slender neck. This was different to everything he had heard and expected. Kyuhyun had told him that Ryeowook always sat there like a little girl whilst Hankyung kissed him. But now, there was possessiveness and something…raw in those kisses, evident by the marks left on milky skin.
It wasn’t until he was on the bed with them and that man started stripping him, fingers working fast and efficient, and there was a look in those eyes that he couldn’t identify, that Yunho was certain that this man was not Ryeowook. He glanced at the other man, at those legs and the tightening in his pants told him that this was Hankyung. “You’re quite the whore Hankyung, switching partners as much as you switch clients?” The fingers on his fly stilled, but Hankyung only smirked, “You’re wrong….You call me Master”, he trailed a hand all the way down the other man’s leg, “and this… is my whore. You can call him Jaejoong”.
Yunho was still thinking of a smart comeback, when he almost bit his tongue off, as this Jaejoong swallowed him whole, the restricting warmth and exploring tongue cutting of any thought he was having. There were fingers on his nipples, rubbing and scratching and and hot lips mouthing hungrily at his collarbone, until there was no caution, no thoughts at all. He was so close to coming from the sensual torture that he only moaned when the two shifted; he was so far gone that he didn’t realize that Jaejoong was now straddling his chest and pinning his arms over his head, until something cool and long was inside of him. He bucked wildly, suddenly understanding what they were planning, only to find his hands handcuffed to the bed. Then another finger was inserted and Hankyung did something- a push and curl- that had Yunho squirming and panting underneath Jaejoong. By the time Hankyung was done playing and stroking and doing everything but fucking him, Yunho was gasping for the other to just please do it, whimpering in need and want and the word “Master” slipped from his tongue without reserve. He very nearly wept as the blonde man finally entered him- fast, without warning, but by now he couldn’t have cared less- tears of relief.
Seeing his surrender, Jaejoong slid back, down his torso, until he was leaning against Hankyung, their skin lapping against each other and then there was no room in between at all as they found the perfect fit. Yunho felt like he wasn’t even breathing, but he was panting and moaning loudly as Hankyung pounded into him, the eroticness only fuelled by the look of pure lust on Jaejoong’s face as Hankyung’s other hand- the one that wasn’t digging into Yunho's hip- pumped the other man’s member in perfect sync to his thrusts. “Fuck”, the single word slipped from Hankyung’s lips in a low moan as he squeezed tight and thrusted deep and that was all it took for both Yunho and Jaejoong to come, almost at the same time, a little bit before Hankyung finally found his release.
Yunho was exhilarated and exhausted, more so then all the times he had topped, and there was a quiver in his thighs as he stumbled to the door. Yet when he turned around, Jaejoong was already biting back small moans as Hankyung licked his way up one of Jaejoong’s leg. “You know what you are….” Hankyung muttered, his mouth on creamy thighs, “you’re like Kyuhyun…you’re my slave.”
Yunho didn’t dare contradict the Master.
A/N: this is the sequel to MASTER.
dedicates to all the jaehanho lovers (i know you're out there) and Sarah even though she doesn't like smut (you gave me this idea and i got bricked by monica so you have to love it
SLAVE
*******************************************************
There was a smirk on his lips as he thought of what he was going to do. He was here on his roommate’s suggestion; ever since Kyuhyun had first come here, it was as if he had given his soul to the devil. They had slept together a couple of times way back and he cannot believe Kyuhyun was now satisfied bottoming for some dancer with hot legs, when he was so fierce in bed. Yunho was a man’s man and he was going to top both of those whores and they would beg him for more. He didn’t believe in this ‘Master’ crap; Yunho bent over for no one.
He had heard descriptions of Kyuhyun’s encounters with them, of them. Apparently that Hankyung was quite possessive of the younger one. Yunho’s smirk widened as he pushed open the door, images of bending the young one over a table, whilst making the other watch flashing before his eyes.
Unlike with Kyuhyun, it wasn’t bright, innocent eyes and warm hands that greeted him nor was Hankyung hidden in shadows in the corner. Instead his eyes focused on the two semi-naked men on the bed, their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss and their bodies pressed tight. Yunho stared, breathless, his previous fantasies forgotten, at the blonde hair and lean bodies and the sensualtity and trust in that kiss. At their entwined hands. They paid him no attention, although Yunho knew they were aware he was there, from the pure, teasing smile the taller one flashed at him, as the other man trailed kisses along a chiseled jaw and sucked softly down that slender neck. This was different to everything he had heard and expected. Kyuhyun had told him that Ryeowook always sat there like a little girl whilst Hankyung kissed him. But now, there was possessiveness and something…raw in those kisses, evident by the marks left on milky skin.
It wasn’t until he was on the bed with them and that man started stripping him, fingers working fast and efficient, and there was a look in those eyes that he couldn’t identify, that Yunho was certain that this man was not Ryeowook. He glanced at the other man, at those legs and the tightening in his pants told him that this was Hankyung. “You’re quite the whore Hankyung, switching partners as much as you switch clients?” The fingers on his fly stilled, but Hankyung only smirked, “You’re wrong….You call me Master”, he trailed a hand all the way down the other man’s leg, “and this… is my whore. You can call him Jaejoong”.
Yunho was still thinking of a smart comeback, when he almost bit his tongue off, as this Jaejoong swallowed him whole, the restricting warmth and exploring tongue cutting of any thought he was having. There were fingers on his nipples, rubbing and scratching and and hot lips mouthing hungrily at his collarbone, until there was no caution, no thoughts at all. He was so close to coming from the sensual torture that he only moaned when the two shifted; he was so far gone that he didn’t realize that Jaejoong was now straddling his chest and pinning his arms over his head, until something cool and long was inside of him. He bucked wildly, suddenly understanding what they were planning, only to find his hands handcuffed to the bed. Then another finger was inserted and Hankyung did something- a push and curl- that had Yunho squirming and panting underneath Jaejoong. By the time Hankyung was done playing and stroking and doing everything but fucking him, Yunho was gasping for the other to just please do it, whimpering in need and want and the word “Master” slipped from his tongue without reserve. He very nearly wept as the blonde man finally entered him- fast, without warning, but by now he couldn’t have cared less- tears of relief.
Seeing his surrender, Jaejoong slid back, down his torso, until he was leaning against Hankyung, their skin lapping against each other and then there was no room in between at all as they found the perfect fit. Yunho felt like he wasn’t even breathing, but he was panting and moaning loudly as Hankyung pounded into him, the eroticness only fuelled by the look of pure lust on Jaejoong’s face as Hankyung’s other hand- the one that wasn’t digging into Yunho's hip- pumped the other man’s member in perfect sync to his thrusts. “Fuck”, the single word slipped from Hankyung’s lips in a low moan as he squeezed tight and thrusted deep and that was all it took for both Yunho and Jaejoong to come, almost at the same time, a little bit before Hankyung finally found his release.
Yunho was exhilarated and exhausted, more so then all the times he had topped, and there was a quiver in his thighs as he stumbled to the door. Yet when he turned around, Jaejoong was already biting back small moans as Hankyung licked his way up one of Jaejoong’s leg. “You know what you are….” Hankyung muttered, his mouth on creamy thighs, “you’re like Kyuhyun…you’re my slave.”
Yunho didn’t dare contradict the Master.