Hooked Up - oneshot
Title: Hooked Up
Length: oneshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, angst, sex, au
Summary: another one of those weird stories where Jaejoong is a whore and Yunho has to break his ass out of a tight situation, literaly.
Smoke rolled up into the soiled air of the bar. Yunho licked the poison from his lips and stuck the long white stick between the crevice of the mustard colored ashtray. He tapped his empty fingers against the table for a second, testing their emptiness, before looking up at the man across from him.
The fat man smiled and threaded his fingers together together anxiously. He looked form the abandoned cigarette then to Yunho's thin face with blacked out eyes. "You don't seem like you actually came here to make a deal," he chuckled lightly through his teeth.
"Not necessarily," Yunho drawled out. "It's more like a demand with two options. One benefiting you more than the other." He cocked his head to the side, looking at the other from the rim of his sunglasses. The glare of the bar lights and the shine form the oil on the fat man's face reflected on their black surface.
The man burrowed his chin into his chest in nervous thought. "Well," he cackled again, "you see... he is not exactly mine to give away. I'm only watching him, technically."
"Then just say you lost him, he ran off like a stray cat," Yunho tapped his nails against the table again, "or better yet say he was stolen by a dog."
The fat man laughed, his rolls of chins flopping against his stained tropical shirt, "that's nice for you but I cannot simply say the food was taken by a stray dog in the ally! You are a complete idiot!"
Yunho flicked the ashtray across the table, it's hard plastic ringing out like gun fire in the quiet room. It stopped an inch from tumbling onto the fat man's stomach, leaving a trail of ash across the cream colored surface. The man flinched form the noise, his hands clapping onto both of his shoulders and short gasps pushed through his sausage like lips. He watched the ashtray like it was a bug resting before darting towards him again. "I suggest you stop making this personal, or the next thing thrown across this table is your blood."
With a hesitant twitch the man looked back up at Yunho, the scared smile back on his face. He opened his mouth and closed it again rapidly like a fish. "I- he," the man stuttered, "the boss will kill me! He will blow me full of so many fucking holes I'll looks like some kinda fucking cheese!"
Yunho held up his hand, two fingers motioning forward. From beside the door two men stepped into the strip of light, their faces hidden by downcasted hats and sunglasses but their jackets held open to revel their holstered weapons. Yunho laughed when the man visibly gulped. "I hope that is not your only excuse, or I'll shut you up right now."
"Fine! Fine, dammit, fine!" the man held his fat hands up in surrender, his smile finally turned into a frown. "I'll let you take the fucking pussy cat." Yunho leaned forward in his chair and took a stack of money from his coat pocket, fresh bills held together by a rubber band, and slid it over to the man. He made sure the money went through the black trail of cigarette ashes. The man picked it up, not bothering to brush it off before fanning through it with his pudgy thumb.
A smile flashed on his face before fading away into a scowl. "There is one thing I should tell you," he called to Yunho, stopping the man from getting up form the table. "There was supposed to be a customer coming in an half an hour for the kitty," he started, testing Yunho's reaction, "so the boss had me pump him full of the right... catnip- if you know what I mean!" he laughed, dry gravel retching out from his thick throat, holding the money up to his fat face.
Yunho cracked a smile and breathed out a small laugh, his eyes folding up from his cheeks. "Did you now," he chuckled, "that really must have been some fun!"
"Yeah, yeah!" the man continued to laugh hysterically, only managing to speak in short gasps, "I had the bitch begging for me-" a bullet ripped through the back of his throat and his laughter stopped abruptly. Blood gushed out onto the table, into the ashtray and over the money, extinguishing the almost burnt out cigarette. He clawed frantically at his throat, choking and gargling on his own blood, before he finally fell over onto the table motionless. Yunho lowered his gun slowly and put it back into the holster attached to his waist. He brushed the wrinkles out of the front of his suit jacket before turning around.
"I'm going to go get him. You get my money and throw away that annoying pig," Yunho ordered over his shoulder at his two men as he disappeared down a hallway. He took his sunglasses off and dropped them into his front coat pocket.
Yunho stopped at a faded red door. It's paint peeling off in handfuls and it's doorknob's golden spray paint coat worn down black from constant use. Yunho opened the door slowly, his breath hitching in agonizing anticipation. The light from the hallway flooded on a ghostly figure curled up on the bed, shivering in the fan of yellow. Yunho stepped into the room and flipped the lights on before closing the door. Two overhead lights flickered on and completely illuminated the room. One nightstand and a full sized bed in the middle of the room filled up the space. The walls had red paint that matched the door, pealing and chipping in strips and hunks, the white wall under permanently stained yellow from heavy amounts of cigarette smoke. The bed was covered in black silk and on it laid a body that looked like it was covered in white silk.
"Jaejoong?" Yunho called to the figure. He approached the side of the bed cautiously but when he could clearly see the bed he stopped in his tracks. Jaejoong was laying on his back with his eyes closed, naked besides for two angry strips of fabric running up his torso and over his shoulders. They started at a metal cock ring that was holding his half hard erection upright.
"Ah, Jesus," Yunho muttered as the man stirred and blinked his eyes open. Jaejoong stretched out on the bed, arching his back and letting his head fall down onto his shoulders like a cat. The black suspenders slid against his nipples and pulled at the metal cock ring secured at the base of his cock. He moaned loudly, opening his mouth and letting his tongue hang lazily out against his swollen bright red lips. He relaxed into the black silk bed, his hands releasing the sheets and toes uncurling. He looked at Yunho from between half closed eyes and smiled a deathly chesire cat grin.
"Yunnie?" he called innocently.
Yunho ran a hand over his face, sighing into his palm. "I never wanted to see you like this," he whispered.
"Like what," Jaejoong reached his neck out towards the man, "like what I am?"
"No," Yunho shook his head. He reached for Jaejoong, taking his cheeks in his hands, loving the warmth and the softness of his pale skin. The locks of the boy's brunette hair tickled his fingers lightly. "This isn't what you are."
Jaejoong let out a shaky broken breath as he nuzzled into Yunho's hands. "Don't touch me," he bairly got out.
"What?" Yunho asked with tight eyebrows.
"Don't," Jaejoong laid his hand over Yunho's, pulling his fingers to rake over his red lips. He moaned softly and pressed an open mouth kiss to the man's middle finger. "I don't think I can take it," he whimpered.
Yunho understood the boy's heat, he knew what the club owner had done to him, and however much it sickened him to see the boy's lowest point of begging at his feet like a mangled cat he had to help him. Yunho pulled Jaejoong up onto his lips. A kiss that was open mouthed and demanding, both men rushing to touch each other. Jaejoong moaned into his mouth. He was shivering and pushing against Yunho as hard as he could. He reached up to steady himself on Yunho's chest, taking the lapels of his jacket and pulling him closer.
"Please," the boy whispered and Yunho hand to hold onto his waist to keep him on the bed. He slid his hands up and down the naked skin, loving the way his muscles were quivering from the sensation. When Jaejoong bit at his tongue Yunho cupped his ass, pulling the cheek and kneading it like soft dough. Jaejoong let out a guttural cry and broke form the kiss. He burrowed his face into Yunho's shoulder and rolled his hips into his hand. "More."
Yunho looked down the expanse of his back and saw where the suspenders ended. They tied around a metal hook that curved down his lower back into the crevice of his ass. Yunho pulled his cheeks apart and saw the inch thick metal disappear into his wet pink hole. Jaejoong moaned and flinched again when he ran his fingers along the cold metal, pulling it just slightly before letting it settle back in.
"Don't tease me, Yunho," the smaller man begged into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Yunho whispered. He lifted Jaejoong's head up and kissed him softly before laying him down on the bed. Jaejoong slumped on the mattress, laying down on his back and holding himself up by his elbows. He moaned at the hook scratching inside of him with every twitch of his hips. Yunho backed away from the bed to take off his coat and shirt, letting them fall in a pile on the empty nightstand before stepping out of his dress shoes and pants. He loomed over Jaejoong on the bed, pulling the man up to his face by his jaw. "I'm going to make this quick," he muttered lowly into Jaejoong's skin.
The brown haired man pushed their lips together, kissing him softly and innocently, "please," he groaned. Yunho pushed him back down into the sheets, his hands sliding down his neck and shoulders to the back of the smaller man's bone thin arms. They kissed needingly and deeply as Yunho's hands roamed his body like a child exploring the softness of a woman's expensive fur coat. His hands found the thick suspenders drawn over Jaejoong's chest and with hesitant but excited hands he tugged at them playfully.
Jaejoong sputtered and groaned into Yunho's open mouth with the yank when it made the hook pull against his reddened hole. He moaned again as the black haired man picked up the black fabric with his thumb and pointer finger and traced it for an inch before letting it snap back against his heaving chest.
"Ah, you fucking liar," Jaejoong started in between heavy panting, "you said you wouldn't tease me!"
Yunho's hands came to a stop on his hips. "You are right," he said simply. He leaned down to kiss Jaejoong on the shoulder before starting to turn him over onto his stomach. Jaejoong made a noise that sounded like a purr, growling in the bottom his throat that vibrated his throats snowy skin an thick veins. He gladly turned over onto his stomach, arching his back curvaceously and stretching his hands out into the silk. The hook pulled at the edges of his hole with every movement and it made Jaejoong's body grow ever more hungry. He looked at Yunho over his shoulder with hot lustful eyes that were begging the man to mount him.
The man quickly obliged, taking the smaller by his hips and trailing wet openmouthed kisses down his spine. He stopped at the small of his back while his fingers ticked his full hole. The hooks metal surface and the entrance's skin was wet with lube but not enough to make Yunho fully satisfied of it's readiness. He spat onto his hand and ran it along the hole, pushing his fingers against it and only bairly pushing the tip in so that it wettened the inside. Jaejoong hissed under him but pushed back in pleasure nonetheless. Yunho let one pointer finger slide along the hook into Jaejoong. He twisted and turned his finger, pushing against the hook and the man's tight wet walls in an attempt to find his weak spot. When he hit it Jaejoong arched his back out and howled into the dark bed sheets. He fisted the silk and begged Yunho in short whimpers to speed things up.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong and kissed his shoulder in a soft apology. He slipped in another finger, sliding the digits beside the metal and scissoring the smaller man's hole wider. He pushed them in knuckle deep and opened them as wide as the tight muscles would allow. Jaejoong pushed his hips up into the penetration and moaned lowly.
The black haired man took his fingers out and aligned his cock with the stretched entrance. He slowly pushed in the head and Jaejoong's hole eagerly stretched around it. Yunho put his hands on either side of Jaejoong's head to brace himself. Jaejoong grabbed one of his wrists, holding onto the veiny skin with a tight grip. Yunho slowly started sinking into Jaejoong, inch by inch, loving how the moisture and overheated metal of the hook slid against his dick. He ground his teeth together from the pleasure and buried his face in between Jaejoong's shoulder blades.
"Yunho," Jaejoong breathed into the dampened black fabric. His mouth was open wide and his cheek bones were hot with a bright red blush.
The man's face and grasp made yellow stars burn in the back of Yunho's eyes. "God dammit," Yunho growled. He took a mouthful of Jaejoong's skin into his teeth, pressing down hard as he pushed in the last inches of his cock.
He held there, fully sheathed in Jaejoong's tightness. He waited for the man to allow him to continue. Jaejoong nodded slightly after a few grueling moments. Yunho let go of his mouthful of flesh, giving the reddened meat a small lick before beginning to thrust slowly.
He pulled himself almost completely out before going back in. Each thrust was as slow and heavy as their breaths. Jaejoong gasped and enjoyed it before he began bucking back for more.
"Please, faster, Yun... Yunho," he bairly whispered. And without hesitating Yunho spread up his thrusts. He went as hard as he could, thrusting without coordination and rhythm, but fast and rough like the both men wanted.
The tip of the hook was a bulbous circle and it was constantly working up and down Yunho's shaft, the walls of Jaejoong were pushing the hot metal against his skin. The black haired man moved his cock so that he could feel more of it against him, yet when he did he pushed the heavy head of the hook and his own mushroom tip against Jaejoong's spot. The man cried out loudly, shivering and pushing himself up off the mattress to feel more of Yunho's skin on him.
He held onto Yunho's arm for a second as he fumbled with the cock ring around his base. He unclasped it with shaky fingers and the suspenders lagged and fell away form his chest. "Ah, nugh," he gasped at the blood that rushed his cock and made it almost unbearable, his hand falling back on the bed and clutched the sheets tightly.
Yunho lifted his hand from the bed and grabbed a fistful of Jaejoong's shoulder length brown hair. He pulled the man to turn and face him, looking at his half closed eye lids and quivering cherry red lips for a
second before taking the man in a kiss. Their tongues didn't wait to come out. They pressed against each other and tasted one another in a heated frenzy that was wet and graceless. When Yunho pulled away to take a breath a string of saliva dripped between them before breaking off and falling down onto Jaejoong's chin. He licked the tip of it off with his tongue, as well as a splash that had fallen from the corner of his mouth.
Yunho bit the inside of his mouth and laid his face against Jaejoong's cheek. He breathed in the scent of the other and pounded even harder into his smoldering tightness. Jaejoong moaned shameless, pushing himself up on one extended arm while the other was locked in a death grip on Yunho's forearm. He nuzzled his face against Yunho's and licked his chin lightly.
"So close," Yunho grounded out, gasping into Jaejoong's cheek. "God, so fucking close."
"Yes, yes," Jaejoong willed the man, "come with me, come in me."
He shook with the force of his need, leaning on Jaejoong and pulling him painfully closer. Yunho's thrusts slowed down to a few quick jabs of pulling himself almost completely out before fully evloping himself again. Jaejoong cooed with his stabs, his head rolling back on his shoulder.
"Yunho," he sighed before the taller man let himself go. Jaejoong let go of Yunho's arm and fisted his own red cock, pumping it a few times in time with the rocking of Yunho's hips before he let himself go in his hand.
They both milked themselves a handful of times before Yunho pulled out of the man. He stood on shakey legs for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. Jaejoong fell over on his side, breathing heavy and smiling slightly.
Jaejoong willed himself to sit up on shaky arms. He reached around to the hook still in his ass and started pulling it out slowly. He bit his bottom lip as the sphere tip came out with a gush of Yunho's cum. The transparent liquid slowly made it's way down Jaejoong's leg to the black sheet where it disappeared in the darkness. Jaejoong pulled it and the unclasped cock ring off his shoulders. He threw the suspenders over the side of the bed and laid back down on his back with a loud sigh.
Yunho was watching the other with a soft smile on his face. Jaejoong turned to him and smiled back, his lips upturning into his bright black eyes. He reached out hsi hand for Yunho and the man took it, squeezing his fingers in between the other's. He leaned forward and pressed a feather like kiss to the top of Jaejoong's head.
When he pulled away he let go of the other's hand. "Where are your clothes at?" he asked sharply.
"I think they were left in the managers office," Jaejoong said.
"Dammit," Yunho muttered under his breath. He stood up and gathered his clothing. He stepped into his pants and buttoned his white shirt back on. When he picked his coat up he dug his pack of cigarettes out of it's breast pocket and threw the jacket towards Jaejoong. "You can wear that," he muttered as he fished out a cigarette with his fingertips. He lit it's tip and took a long drag, breathing out a heavy sigh he didn't know he needed to.
Jaejoong slipped the heavy jacket on and flipped up the collar to smell the other man's scent, burrowing his nose into it like a kitten. Yunho couldn't help but faintly blush a light red when he saw the other burry his face into his jacket. He turned around to try and hide it behind another cloud of grey smoke. "We need to get going."
"Yunho," Jaejoong softly called from the bed. Yunho turned around to see the brunette stand up and walk toward him.
"What?" Yunho croaked, the blush deepening.
Jaejoong reached up and wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, pulling him flush against his body. "I'm so happy you finally came to visit me," he whispered. His lips were drawn in a bittersweet smile and the whites of his eyes were glistening with suppressed tears.
Yunho smiled and wrapped his arms around the man's back, "I'm sorry it took me so long," he said, squeezing him tighter and securing him in his hold. "Now let's go home."
A/N: The idea for the toy Jaejoong is wearing came from a product on this website. I don't know if you are supposted to use it for double penetration but that's how it happened.
Thank you for reading, please leave me a comment if you liked it :]
Length: oneshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, angst, sex, au
Summary: another one of those weird stories where Jaejoong is a whore and Yunho has to break his ass out of a tight situation, literaly.
Smoke rolled up into the soiled air of the bar. Yunho licked the poison from his lips and stuck the long white stick between the crevice of the mustard colored ashtray. He tapped his empty fingers against the table for a second, testing their emptiness, before looking up at the man across from him.
The fat man smiled and threaded his fingers together together anxiously. He looked form the abandoned cigarette then to Yunho's thin face with blacked out eyes. "You don't seem like you actually came here to make a deal," he chuckled lightly through his teeth.
"Not necessarily," Yunho drawled out. "It's more like a demand with two options. One benefiting you more than the other." He cocked his head to the side, looking at the other from the rim of his sunglasses. The glare of the bar lights and the shine form the oil on the fat man's face reflected on their black surface.
The man burrowed his chin into his chest in nervous thought. "Well," he cackled again, "you see... he is not exactly mine to give away. I'm only watching him, technically."
"Then just say you lost him, he ran off like a stray cat," Yunho tapped his nails against the table again, "or better yet say he was stolen by a dog."
The fat man laughed, his rolls of chins flopping against his stained tropical shirt, "that's nice for you but I cannot simply say the food was taken by a stray dog in the ally! You are a complete idiot!"
Yunho flicked the ashtray across the table, it's hard plastic ringing out like gun fire in the quiet room. It stopped an inch from tumbling onto the fat man's stomach, leaving a trail of ash across the cream colored surface. The man flinched form the noise, his hands clapping onto both of his shoulders and short gasps pushed through his sausage like lips. He watched the ashtray like it was a bug resting before darting towards him again. "I suggest you stop making this personal, or the next thing thrown across this table is your blood."
With a hesitant twitch the man looked back up at Yunho, the scared smile back on his face. He opened his mouth and closed it again rapidly like a fish. "I- he," the man stuttered, "the boss will kill me! He will blow me full of so many fucking holes I'll looks like some kinda fucking cheese!"
Yunho held up his hand, two fingers motioning forward. From beside the door two men stepped into the strip of light, their faces hidden by downcasted hats and sunglasses but their jackets held open to revel their holstered weapons. Yunho laughed when the man visibly gulped. "I hope that is not your only excuse, or I'll shut you up right now."
"Fine! Fine, dammit, fine!" the man held his fat hands up in surrender, his smile finally turned into a frown. "I'll let you take the fucking pussy cat." Yunho leaned forward in his chair and took a stack of money from his coat pocket, fresh bills held together by a rubber band, and slid it over to the man. He made sure the money went through the black trail of cigarette ashes. The man picked it up, not bothering to brush it off before fanning through it with his pudgy thumb.
A smile flashed on his face before fading away into a scowl. "There is one thing I should tell you," he called to Yunho, stopping the man from getting up form the table. "There was supposed to be a customer coming in an half an hour for the kitty," he started, testing Yunho's reaction, "so the boss had me pump him full of the right... catnip- if you know what I mean!" he laughed, dry gravel retching out from his thick throat, holding the money up to his fat face.
Yunho cracked a smile and breathed out a small laugh, his eyes folding up from his cheeks. "Did you now," he chuckled, "that really must have been some fun!"
"Yeah, yeah!" the man continued to laugh hysterically, only managing to speak in short gasps, "I had the bitch begging for me-" a bullet ripped through the back of his throat and his laughter stopped abruptly. Blood gushed out onto the table, into the ashtray and over the money, extinguishing the almost burnt out cigarette. He clawed frantically at his throat, choking and gargling on his own blood, before he finally fell over onto the table motionless. Yunho lowered his gun slowly and put it back into the holster attached to his waist. He brushed the wrinkles out of the front of his suit jacket before turning around.
"I'm going to go get him. You get my money and throw away that annoying pig," Yunho ordered over his shoulder at his two men as he disappeared down a hallway. He took his sunglasses off and dropped them into his front coat pocket.
Yunho stopped at a faded red door. It's paint peeling off in handfuls and it's doorknob's golden spray paint coat worn down black from constant use. Yunho opened the door slowly, his breath hitching in agonizing anticipation. The light from the hallway flooded on a ghostly figure curled up on the bed, shivering in the fan of yellow. Yunho stepped into the room and flipped the lights on before closing the door. Two overhead lights flickered on and completely illuminated the room. One nightstand and a full sized bed in the middle of the room filled up the space. The walls had red paint that matched the door, pealing and chipping in strips and hunks, the white wall under permanently stained yellow from heavy amounts of cigarette smoke. The bed was covered in black silk and on it laid a body that looked like it was covered in white silk.
"Jaejoong?" Yunho called to the figure. He approached the side of the bed cautiously but when he could clearly see the bed he stopped in his tracks. Jaejoong was laying on his back with his eyes closed, naked besides for two angry strips of fabric running up his torso and over his shoulders. They started at a metal cock ring that was holding his half hard erection upright.
"Ah, Jesus," Yunho muttered as the man stirred and blinked his eyes open. Jaejoong stretched out on the bed, arching his back and letting his head fall down onto his shoulders like a cat. The black suspenders slid against his nipples and pulled at the metal cock ring secured at the base of his cock. He moaned loudly, opening his mouth and letting his tongue hang lazily out against his swollen bright red lips. He relaxed into the black silk bed, his hands releasing the sheets and toes uncurling. He looked at Yunho from between half closed eyes and smiled a deathly chesire cat grin.
"Yunnie?" he called innocently.
Yunho ran a hand over his face, sighing into his palm. "I never wanted to see you like this," he whispered.
"Like what," Jaejoong reached his neck out towards the man, "like what I am?"
"No," Yunho shook his head. He reached for Jaejoong, taking his cheeks in his hands, loving the warmth and the softness of his pale skin. The locks of the boy's brunette hair tickled his fingers lightly. "This isn't what you are."
Jaejoong let out a shaky broken breath as he nuzzled into Yunho's hands. "Don't touch me," he bairly got out.
"What?" Yunho asked with tight eyebrows.
"Don't," Jaejoong laid his hand over Yunho's, pulling his fingers to rake over his red lips. He moaned softly and pressed an open mouth kiss to the man's middle finger. "I don't think I can take it," he whimpered.
Yunho understood the boy's heat, he knew what the club owner had done to him, and however much it sickened him to see the boy's lowest point of begging at his feet like a mangled cat he had to help him. Yunho pulled Jaejoong up onto his lips. A kiss that was open mouthed and demanding, both men rushing to touch each other. Jaejoong moaned into his mouth. He was shivering and pushing against Yunho as hard as he could. He reached up to steady himself on Yunho's chest, taking the lapels of his jacket and pulling him closer.
"Please," the boy whispered and Yunho hand to hold onto his waist to keep him on the bed. He slid his hands up and down the naked skin, loving the way his muscles were quivering from the sensation. When Jaejoong bit at his tongue Yunho cupped his ass, pulling the cheek and kneading it like soft dough. Jaejoong let out a guttural cry and broke form the kiss. He burrowed his face into Yunho's shoulder and rolled his hips into his hand. "More."
Yunho looked down the expanse of his back and saw where the suspenders ended. They tied around a metal hook that curved down his lower back into the crevice of his ass. Yunho pulled his cheeks apart and saw the inch thick metal disappear into his wet pink hole. Jaejoong moaned and flinched again when he ran his fingers along the cold metal, pulling it just slightly before letting it settle back in.
"Don't tease me, Yunho," the smaller man begged into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Yunho whispered. He lifted Jaejoong's head up and kissed him softly before laying him down on the bed. Jaejoong slumped on the mattress, laying down on his back and holding himself up by his elbows. He moaned at the hook scratching inside of him with every twitch of his hips. Yunho backed away from the bed to take off his coat and shirt, letting them fall in a pile on the empty nightstand before stepping out of his dress shoes and pants. He loomed over Jaejoong on the bed, pulling the man up to his face by his jaw. "I'm going to make this quick," he muttered lowly into Jaejoong's skin.
The brown haired man pushed their lips together, kissing him softly and innocently, "please," he groaned. Yunho pushed him back down into the sheets, his hands sliding down his neck and shoulders to the back of the smaller man's bone thin arms. They kissed needingly and deeply as Yunho's hands roamed his body like a child exploring the softness of a woman's expensive fur coat. His hands found the thick suspenders drawn over Jaejoong's chest and with hesitant but excited hands he tugged at them playfully.
Jaejoong sputtered and groaned into Yunho's open mouth with the yank when it made the hook pull against his reddened hole. He moaned again as the black haired man picked up the black fabric with his thumb and pointer finger and traced it for an inch before letting it snap back against his heaving chest.
"Ah, you fucking liar," Jaejoong started in between heavy panting, "you said you wouldn't tease me!"
Yunho's hands came to a stop on his hips. "You are right," he said simply. He leaned down to kiss Jaejoong on the shoulder before starting to turn him over onto his stomach. Jaejoong made a noise that sounded like a purr, growling in the bottom his throat that vibrated his throats snowy skin an thick veins. He gladly turned over onto his stomach, arching his back curvaceously and stretching his hands out into the silk. The hook pulled at the edges of his hole with every movement and it made Jaejoong's body grow ever more hungry. He looked at Yunho over his shoulder with hot lustful eyes that were begging the man to mount him.
The man quickly obliged, taking the smaller by his hips and trailing wet openmouthed kisses down his spine. He stopped at the small of his back while his fingers ticked his full hole. The hooks metal surface and the entrance's skin was wet with lube but not enough to make Yunho fully satisfied of it's readiness. He spat onto his hand and ran it along the hole, pushing his fingers against it and only bairly pushing the tip in so that it wettened the inside. Jaejoong hissed under him but pushed back in pleasure nonetheless. Yunho let one pointer finger slide along the hook into Jaejoong. He twisted and turned his finger, pushing against the hook and the man's tight wet walls in an attempt to find his weak spot. When he hit it Jaejoong arched his back out and howled into the dark bed sheets. He fisted the silk and begged Yunho in short whimpers to speed things up.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong and kissed his shoulder in a soft apology. He slipped in another finger, sliding the digits beside the metal and scissoring the smaller man's hole wider. He pushed them in knuckle deep and opened them as wide as the tight muscles would allow. Jaejoong pushed his hips up into the penetration and moaned lowly.
The black haired man took his fingers out and aligned his cock with the stretched entrance. He slowly pushed in the head and Jaejoong's hole eagerly stretched around it. Yunho put his hands on either side of Jaejoong's head to brace himself. Jaejoong grabbed one of his wrists, holding onto the veiny skin with a tight grip. Yunho slowly started sinking into Jaejoong, inch by inch, loving how the moisture and overheated metal of the hook slid against his dick. He ground his teeth together from the pleasure and buried his face in between Jaejoong's shoulder blades.
"Yunho," Jaejoong breathed into the dampened black fabric. His mouth was open wide and his cheek bones were hot with a bright red blush.
The man's face and grasp made yellow stars burn in the back of Yunho's eyes. "God dammit," Yunho growled. He took a mouthful of Jaejoong's skin into his teeth, pressing down hard as he pushed in the last inches of his cock.
He held there, fully sheathed in Jaejoong's tightness. He waited for the man to allow him to continue. Jaejoong nodded slightly after a few grueling moments. Yunho let go of his mouthful of flesh, giving the reddened meat a small lick before beginning to thrust slowly.
He pulled himself almost completely out before going back in. Each thrust was as slow and heavy as their breaths. Jaejoong gasped and enjoyed it before he began bucking back for more.
"Please, faster, Yun... Yunho," he bairly whispered. And without hesitating Yunho spread up his thrusts. He went as hard as he could, thrusting without coordination and rhythm, but fast and rough like the both men wanted.
The tip of the hook was a bulbous circle and it was constantly working up and down Yunho's shaft, the walls of Jaejoong were pushing the hot metal against his skin. The black haired man moved his cock so that he could feel more of it against him, yet when he did he pushed the heavy head of the hook and his own mushroom tip against Jaejoong's spot. The man cried out loudly, shivering and pushing himself up off the mattress to feel more of Yunho's skin on him.
He held onto Yunho's arm for a second as he fumbled with the cock ring around his base. He unclasped it with shaky fingers and the suspenders lagged and fell away form his chest. "Ah, nugh," he gasped at the blood that rushed his cock and made it almost unbearable, his hand falling back on the bed and clutched the sheets tightly.
Yunho lifted his hand from the bed and grabbed a fistful of Jaejoong's shoulder length brown hair. He pulled the man to turn and face him, looking at his half closed eye lids and quivering cherry red lips for a
second before taking the man in a kiss. Their tongues didn't wait to come out. They pressed against each other and tasted one another in a heated frenzy that was wet and graceless. When Yunho pulled away to take a breath a string of saliva dripped between them before breaking off and falling down onto Jaejoong's chin. He licked the tip of it off with his tongue, as well as a splash that had fallen from the corner of his mouth.
Yunho bit the inside of his mouth and laid his face against Jaejoong's cheek. He breathed in the scent of the other and pounded even harder into his smoldering tightness. Jaejoong moaned shameless, pushing himself up on one extended arm while the other was locked in a death grip on Yunho's forearm. He nuzzled his face against Yunho's and licked his chin lightly.
"So close," Yunho grounded out, gasping into Jaejoong's cheek. "God, so fucking close."
"Yes, yes," Jaejoong willed the man, "come with me, come in me."
He shook with the force of his need, leaning on Jaejoong and pulling him painfully closer. Yunho's thrusts slowed down to a few quick jabs of pulling himself almost completely out before fully evloping himself again. Jaejoong cooed with his stabs, his head rolling back on his shoulder.
"Yunho," he sighed before the taller man let himself go. Jaejoong let go of Yunho's arm and fisted his own red cock, pumping it a few times in time with the rocking of Yunho's hips before he let himself go in his hand.
They both milked themselves a handful of times before Yunho pulled out of the man. He stood on shakey legs for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. Jaejoong fell over on his side, breathing heavy and smiling slightly.
Jaejoong willed himself to sit up on shaky arms. He reached around to the hook still in his ass and started pulling it out slowly. He bit his bottom lip as the sphere tip came out with a gush of Yunho's cum. The transparent liquid slowly made it's way down Jaejoong's leg to the black sheet where it disappeared in the darkness. Jaejoong pulled it and the unclasped cock ring off his shoulders. He threw the suspenders over the side of the bed and laid back down on his back with a loud sigh.
Yunho was watching the other with a soft smile on his face. Jaejoong turned to him and smiled back, his lips upturning into his bright black eyes. He reached out hsi hand for Yunho and the man took it, squeezing his fingers in between the other's. He leaned forward and pressed a feather like kiss to the top of Jaejoong's head.
When he pulled away he let go of the other's hand. "Where are your clothes at?" he asked sharply.
"I think they were left in the managers office," Jaejoong said.
"Dammit," Yunho muttered under his breath. He stood up and gathered his clothing. He stepped into his pants and buttoned his white shirt back on. When he picked his coat up he dug his pack of cigarettes out of it's breast pocket and threw the jacket towards Jaejoong. "You can wear that," he muttered as he fished out a cigarette with his fingertips. He lit it's tip and took a long drag, breathing out a heavy sigh he didn't know he needed to.
Jaejoong slipped the heavy jacket on and flipped up the collar to smell the other man's scent, burrowing his nose into it like a kitten. Yunho couldn't help but faintly blush a light red when he saw the other burry his face into his jacket. He turned around to try and hide it behind another cloud of grey smoke. "We need to get going."
"Yunho," Jaejoong softly called from the bed. Yunho turned around to see the brunette stand up and walk toward him.
"What?" Yunho croaked, the blush deepening.
Jaejoong reached up and wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, pulling him flush against his body. "I'm so happy you finally came to visit me," he whispered. His lips were drawn in a bittersweet smile and the whites of his eyes were glistening with suppressed tears.
Yunho smiled and wrapped his arms around the man's back, "I'm sorry it took me so long," he said, squeezing him tighter and securing him in his hold. "Now let's go home."
A/N: The idea for the toy Jaejoong is wearing came from a product on this website. I don't know if you are supposted to use it for double penetration but that's how it happened.
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