last minute; jaemin; secret santa entry
To: pinkfluffies
From: sly_pantera
Title: Last Minute
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and Changmin’s not home, but he’s never without a plan.
Jaejoong lied on the burgundy rug in front of the divan and stared at the swirling whites on the ceiling, glass of wine in one hand, and cell phone in the other. It was Christmas Eve, and the apartment was empty, which probably would have been a good thing in any other situation. He thought absentmindedly that no one should be alone on Christmas Eve, but here he was, waiting for a phone call from someone half way across the country.
With a long roll of his shoulders, he stretched luxuriously and rolled over, curling his legs in the air behind him. He twirled his wine glass in his fingers elegantly and took a sip just as his phone vibrated violently in his hand.
Sighing happily, he pressed the “talk” button and brought it to his ear.
“I miss you,” he breathed immediately, setting down his glass and rolling over onto his back.
“Hello to you too,” Changmin laughed on the other line. “How are you holding up?”
“Come back,” Jaejoong demanded. “It’s quiet and lonely and Mangdoongie’s wandering around with his sad puppy face and Santa hat wondering where the hell you are.”
“Soon,” Changmin soothed. “It’ll only be a little while longer. I’ll be back before Christmas.”
Jaejoong glanced at the time. “It’s almost Christmas,” he pointed out.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He sighed. “I’m bored.”
“Don’t you have things to do?” Changmin wondered. “Am I your only entertainment?”
“All you’re good for is sex.”
There was a pause. Jaejoong could hear shuffling on the other line.
“I see how it is,” Changmin replied, not at all offended. “Are you alone?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Maybe. Spread your legs.”
Jaejoong’s breath hitched. “No dinner and date first?”
“I thought you were bored,” Changmin grumbled.
Jaejoong smiled lazily and slipped his fingers under the hem of his shirt to stroke his abdomen as his legs fell open.
“Are you naked?”
“No,” Jaejoong breathed.
“Take off your shirt,” Changmin said smoothly. “Imagine my fingers on your skin, my lips exploring every inch of you.”
Slowly, Jaejoong lifted the hem of his shirt as his other hand pressed the button for speaker phone. It slid out of his hand as he reached down and lifted his shirt, sliding the pads of his fingers against the smooth skin and moaning quietly.
“Changmin…”
“You’re so beautiful, you know,” Changmin murmured. “My lips are on your nipples now. You taste so good.”
Jaejoong tweaked his nipples between his fingers, panting as he imagined Changmin’s teeth on him, tasting his flesh. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the divan, fingers immediately seeking out his soft skin again.
“Can you feel me, Jaejoong?”
“Yesssss,” he breathed, hands running down his flat stomach.
“Take off your pants,” Changmin ordered. “Slowly.”
Jaejoong’s breathing quickened in excitement as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down his angled hips, kicking them off when they reached his knees. Without pause, he reached inside his boxer shorts and wrapped his fingers around his stirring erection.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Changmin growled. “I should spank you.”
Jaejoong moaned, incredibly aroused. It wasn’t often Changmin spoke like this, but he enjoyed it every time.
“Take it off,” Changmin said.
Quickly, Jaejoong divested himself of the rest of his clothing, imagining Changmin’s body over him, hot and hard, and his hands tearing off his clothes.
“Slide your hand under the middle cushion of the divan,” Changmin ordered.
“Why?” Jaejoong breathed, even as he reached under the cushion. There was silence on the other line as he dug around for a moment, then pulled out two objects: a bottle of scented lubricant and a hot pink vibrator.
He flushed immediately, both in excitement and arousal. He stared at the dildo lying innocently in his hand, shaped into the likeliness of a penis, and groaned quietly.
“When did you-“
Through the phone, Jaejoong could feel Changmin’s smirk. His voice dropped an octave as he asked, “You don’t like my gift?”
“Oh God,” Jaejoong moaned. “I hate you a little.”
Changmin laughed. “Imagine it’s me,” he said. “Me touching you, kissing you, inside you. I want to see you fuck yourself.”
“God, I really hate you,” Jaejoong said through a moan. “I need you, Changmin.”
“I know,” he soothed quietly. “Just a little longer. Now, I want you to prepare yourself.”
Nodding fervently, Jaejoong popped open the cap of the lubricant and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers. He bent his knees slightly and let his thighs fall open as he reached down and traced the rim of his opening. Smoothly, he crooked one finger inside, gently parting his entrance.
“Does it feel good?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong hissed out a reply as he slowly slid his finger back and forth. His other hand sought out his nipple and tugged, causing him to arch up into the feeling.
“What a slut,” Changmin growled. “Look at you, your fingers inside yourself. You need something filling you, don’t you?”
Jaejoong moaned breathlessly and slid another finger inside, eagerly pushing them back and forth. “Changmin,” he panted.
“Feel yourself.”
Closing his eyes, Jaejoong silently reveled in the feeling of his fingers inside himself. He had rarely masturbated like this before because Changmin has always been around. Even when he had his fingers inside of Changmin, it wasn’t quite as erotic. With every slide back and forth, his cock became harder, unbelievably aroused by his own heat. No wonder Changmin was so horny all the time.
Impatiently, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the vibrator. He smeared the tip with lubricant and ran his fingers down it, imagining it was Changmin’s cock heavy in his hands. With his hands shaking slightly in anticipation, he pressed the head of the device against his entrance and pushed it in.
He held his breath as it slid inside, pausing when it was halfway in. He pulled it out slightly and twisted it back in, shallowly thrusting to stretch his opening. It felt good. Of course, nothing compared to the real thing, but he took what he could get in lieu.
“Changmin,” he called.
“I’m right here,” Changmin breathed, voice hitching at the end of his statement. “You’re so hot, baby. Turn it on.”
Tossing his head back in pleasure, Jaejoong inched his legs further apart and grasped the base with a firmer hand. Cautiously, he pressed the switch on the base and cried out when it whirred to life.
“Oh God,” he cried. “Changmin!” He could almost feel the other man’s arousal.
Changmin’s voice was deep and rumbling as he said, “Do it harder.”
Jaejoong heeded his words, pushing it in deeper and moaning as it relentlessly hit his prostate. Eyes lidded in pleasure, he leaned back on his shoulders and gripped the base with both hands to increase the pace.
“I miss you,” he panted, head turned to the side to speak into the phone.
When warm hands suddenly fell on his thighs, his hands froze and he jumped in shock, ready to throw punches.
Changmin’s voice crooned in his ear, “Told you it wouldn’t be long.”
Jaejoong almost choked, both incredibly embarrassed and giddy. The younger man’s body slid over his slowly as he grabbed the base of the toy and twisted it inside of Jaejoong. He leaned down and stole Jaejoong’s mouth in a rough kiss, taking control of the vibrator and increasing the pace.
His eyes roved over Jaejoong’s flush form as he pumped it into Jaejoong as fast as he could. He licked his lips slowly before he leaned down and took one of Jaejoong’s nipples in his mouth.
“Please,” Jaejoong murmured, only half-coherent. “Please, I want you.”
Changmin groaned and pulled the toy out. As Jaejoong whined softly, unpleased with the feeling of emptiness, Changmin slide his hand under the sofa cushions and pulled out a condom packet. He ripped it open with his teeth as his other hand reached down and unfastened his pants.
He quickly unrolled the condom onto his stiff length, moaning when Jaejoong’s hands reached down and wrapped around him, slick with lube. The older man slid his hand up and down, gently warming the viscous substance before pulling Changmin forward gently and guiding him toward his puckered entrance.
He slid forward with ease, Jaejoong having been stretched well enough by the toy, and curled his fingers over the curves of Jaejoong’s narrow waist. With a long, drawn-out moan, Jaejoong crooked his legs further apart and hooked them over Changmin’s hips.
As he began to slowly rock his hips, he leant down and kissed Jaejoong’s damp skin, running his tongue over rivulets of sweat. The older man reached up and slid his arms around the nape of Changmin’s neck, threading his fingers through the hairs on Changmin’s head.
His mouth was hot on Jaejoong’s skin, and each sturdy thrust into his body sent him reeling in ecstasy.
The younger man’s hips slapped wetly against the back of his thighs with each movement. The feeling was incredibly erotic, just as much as the sight of Changmin pounding into him and the sound of their flesh hurriedly meeting.
He licked his lips wetly, throwing his head back when Changmin lifted his hips and deepened his smooth thrusts.
“Did you miss me, Jaejoong?” Changmin breathed. “Miss this?”
“Yessss,” he hissed. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in me for days.”
Changmin grunted in arousal as he leaned down and thoroughly kissed the older man, still thrusting deep into Jaejoong. Breath hitching in pleasure, Jaejoong reaches up and gripped Changmin’s shoulders for leverage, fingers digging crescents into the smooth skin.
Pulling back, Changmin lowered his mouth to Jaejoong’s collar and trailed kisses down his chest. His hand slid down and wrapped around Jaejoong’s thick cock, jerking it in tandem to his thrusts.
Jaejoong’s lips parted breathlessly, a moan caught in his throat, as he tightened his legs around Changmin’s waist. Smoothly, his hand reached down and joined Changmin’s around his cock, the other clenched around the back of Changmin’s neck. Together, they stroked Jaejoong’s erection fervently, only slowing as Changmin’s thrusts became harder and more uneven.
With his lips muffled against Changmin’s cheek, Jaejoong came with a moan and soft whisper of Changmin’s name, hand still moving slowly over his cock.
The younger man followed shortly after, rutting against Jaejoong and riding out the sporadic contractions of Jaejoong’s entrance around him. He nudged Jaejoong with his nose before he place a brief, open-mouthed kiss on his lips.
Reaching down, he pulled himself out as Jaejoong flopped down onto his back lazily. Changmin tossed the condom to the side and lied down on the older man with a huff of air.
There was a long, comfortable silence as Jaejoong ran his fingers through Changmin’s hair, scraping his fingers against his scalp.
“I hate you,” he said eventually. “Why didn’t you tell me you were already here?”
“Surprise,” Changmin murmured sleepily, face buried against the older man’s neck.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too,” Changmin grumbled, just before he fell asleep.
Jaejoong leaned down and kissed him softly. “Merry Christmas, Changmin.”
From: sly_pantera
Title: Last Minute
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and Changmin’s not home, but he’s never without a plan.
Jaejoong lied on the burgundy rug in front of the divan and stared at the swirling whites on the ceiling, glass of wine in one hand, and cell phone in the other. It was Christmas Eve, and the apartment was empty, which probably would have been a good thing in any other situation. He thought absentmindedly that no one should be alone on Christmas Eve, but here he was, waiting for a phone call from someone half way across the country.
With a long roll of his shoulders, he stretched luxuriously and rolled over, curling his legs in the air behind him. He twirled his wine glass in his fingers elegantly and took a sip just as his phone vibrated violently in his hand.
Sighing happily, he pressed the “talk” button and brought it to his ear.
“I miss you,” he breathed immediately, setting down his glass and rolling over onto his back.
“Hello to you too,” Changmin laughed on the other line. “How are you holding up?”
“Come back,” Jaejoong demanded. “It’s quiet and lonely and Mangdoongie’s wandering around with his sad puppy face and Santa hat wondering where the hell you are.”
“Soon,” Changmin soothed. “It’ll only be a little while longer. I’ll be back before Christmas.”
Jaejoong glanced at the time. “It’s almost Christmas,” he pointed out.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He sighed. “I’m bored.”
“Don’t you have things to do?” Changmin wondered. “Am I your only entertainment?”
“All you’re good for is sex.”
There was a pause. Jaejoong could hear shuffling on the other line.
“I see how it is,” Changmin replied, not at all offended. “Are you alone?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Maybe. Spread your legs.”
Jaejoong’s breath hitched. “No dinner and date first?”
“I thought you were bored,” Changmin grumbled.
Jaejoong smiled lazily and slipped his fingers under the hem of his shirt to stroke his abdomen as his legs fell open.
“Are you naked?”
“No,” Jaejoong breathed.
“Take off your shirt,” Changmin said smoothly. “Imagine my fingers on your skin, my lips exploring every inch of you.”
Slowly, Jaejoong lifted the hem of his shirt as his other hand pressed the button for speaker phone. It slid out of his hand as he reached down and lifted his shirt, sliding the pads of his fingers against the smooth skin and moaning quietly.
“Changmin…”
“You’re so beautiful, you know,” Changmin murmured. “My lips are on your nipples now. You taste so good.”
Jaejoong tweaked his nipples between his fingers, panting as he imagined Changmin’s teeth on him, tasting his flesh. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the divan, fingers immediately seeking out his soft skin again.
“Can you feel me, Jaejoong?”
“Yesssss,” he breathed, hands running down his flat stomach.
“Take off your pants,” Changmin ordered. “Slowly.”
Jaejoong’s breathing quickened in excitement as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down his angled hips, kicking them off when they reached his knees. Without pause, he reached inside his boxer shorts and wrapped his fingers around his stirring erection.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Changmin growled. “I should spank you.”
Jaejoong moaned, incredibly aroused. It wasn’t often Changmin spoke like this, but he enjoyed it every time.
“Take it off,” Changmin said.
Quickly, Jaejoong divested himself of the rest of his clothing, imagining Changmin’s body over him, hot and hard, and his hands tearing off his clothes.
“Slide your hand under the middle cushion of the divan,” Changmin ordered.
“Why?” Jaejoong breathed, even as he reached under the cushion. There was silence on the other line as he dug around for a moment, then pulled out two objects: a bottle of scented lubricant and a hot pink vibrator.
He flushed immediately, both in excitement and arousal. He stared at the dildo lying innocently in his hand, shaped into the likeliness of a penis, and groaned quietly.
“When did you-“
Through the phone, Jaejoong could feel Changmin’s smirk. His voice dropped an octave as he asked, “You don’t like my gift?”
“Oh God,” Jaejoong moaned. “I hate you a little.”
Changmin laughed. “Imagine it’s me,” he said. “Me touching you, kissing you, inside you. I want to see you fuck yourself.”
“God, I really hate you,” Jaejoong said through a moan. “I need you, Changmin.”
“I know,” he soothed quietly. “Just a little longer. Now, I want you to prepare yourself.”
Nodding fervently, Jaejoong popped open the cap of the lubricant and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers. He bent his knees slightly and let his thighs fall open as he reached down and traced the rim of his opening. Smoothly, he crooked one finger inside, gently parting his entrance.
“Does it feel good?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong hissed out a reply as he slowly slid his finger back and forth. His other hand sought out his nipple and tugged, causing him to arch up into the feeling.
“What a slut,” Changmin growled. “Look at you, your fingers inside yourself. You need something filling you, don’t you?”
Jaejoong moaned breathlessly and slid another finger inside, eagerly pushing them back and forth. “Changmin,” he panted.
“Feel yourself.”
Closing his eyes, Jaejoong silently reveled in the feeling of his fingers inside himself. He had rarely masturbated like this before because Changmin has always been around. Even when he had his fingers inside of Changmin, it wasn’t quite as erotic. With every slide back and forth, his cock became harder, unbelievably aroused by his own heat. No wonder Changmin was so horny all the time.
Impatiently, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the vibrator. He smeared the tip with lubricant and ran his fingers down it, imagining it was Changmin’s cock heavy in his hands. With his hands shaking slightly in anticipation, he pressed the head of the device against his entrance and pushed it in.
He held his breath as it slid inside, pausing when it was halfway in. He pulled it out slightly and twisted it back in, shallowly thrusting to stretch his opening. It felt good. Of course, nothing compared to the real thing, but he took what he could get in lieu.
“Changmin,” he called.
“I’m right here,” Changmin breathed, voice hitching at the end of his statement. “You’re so hot, baby. Turn it on.”
Tossing his head back in pleasure, Jaejoong inched his legs further apart and grasped the base with a firmer hand. Cautiously, he pressed the switch on the base and cried out when it whirred to life.
“Oh God,” he cried. “Changmin!” He could almost feel the other man’s arousal.
Changmin’s voice was deep and rumbling as he said, “Do it harder.”
Jaejoong heeded his words, pushing it in deeper and moaning as it relentlessly hit his prostate. Eyes lidded in pleasure, he leaned back on his shoulders and gripped the base with both hands to increase the pace.
“I miss you,” he panted, head turned to the side to speak into the phone.
When warm hands suddenly fell on his thighs, his hands froze and he jumped in shock, ready to throw punches.
Changmin’s voice crooned in his ear, “Told you it wouldn’t be long.”
Jaejoong almost choked, both incredibly embarrassed and giddy. The younger man’s body slid over his slowly as he grabbed the base of the toy and twisted it inside of Jaejoong. He leaned down and stole Jaejoong’s mouth in a rough kiss, taking control of the vibrator and increasing the pace.
His eyes roved over Jaejoong’s flush form as he pumped it into Jaejoong as fast as he could. He licked his lips slowly before he leaned down and took one of Jaejoong’s nipples in his mouth.
“Please,” Jaejoong murmured, only half-coherent. “Please, I want you.”
Changmin groaned and pulled the toy out. As Jaejoong whined softly, unpleased with the feeling of emptiness, Changmin slide his hand under the sofa cushions and pulled out a condom packet. He ripped it open with his teeth as his other hand reached down and unfastened his pants.
He quickly unrolled the condom onto his stiff length, moaning when Jaejoong’s hands reached down and wrapped around him, slick with lube. The older man slid his hand up and down, gently warming the viscous substance before pulling Changmin forward gently and guiding him toward his puckered entrance.
He slid forward with ease, Jaejoong having been stretched well enough by the toy, and curled his fingers over the curves of Jaejoong’s narrow waist. With a long, drawn-out moan, Jaejoong crooked his legs further apart and hooked them over Changmin’s hips.
As he began to slowly rock his hips, he leant down and kissed Jaejoong’s damp skin, running his tongue over rivulets of sweat. The older man reached up and slid his arms around the nape of Changmin’s neck, threading his fingers through the hairs on Changmin’s head.
His mouth was hot on Jaejoong’s skin, and each sturdy thrust into his body sent him reeling in ecstasy.
The younger man’s hips slapped wetly against the back of his thighs with each movement. The feeling was incredibly erotic, just as much as the sight of Changmin pounding into him and the sound of their flesh hurriedly meeting.
He licked his lips wetly, throwing his head back when Changmin lifted his hips and deepened his smooth thrusts.
“Did you miss me, Jaejoong?” Changmin breathed. “Miss this?”
“Yessss,” he hissed. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in me for days.”
Changmin grunted in arousal as he leaned down and thoroughly kissed the older man, still thrusting deep into Jaejoong. Breath hitching in pleasure, Jaejoong reaches up and gripped Changmin’s shoulders for leverage, fingers digging crescents into the smooth skin.
Pulling back, Changmin lowered his mouth to Jaejoong’s collar and trailed kisses down his chest. His hand slid down and wrapped around Jaejoong’s thick cock, jerking it in tandem to his thrusts.
Jaejoong’s lips parted breathlessly, a moan caught in his throat, as he tightened his legs around Changmin’s waist. Smoothly, his hand reached down and joined Changmin’s around his cock, the other clenched around the back of Changmin’s neck. Together, they stroked Jaejoong’s erection fervently, only slowing as Changmin’s thrusts became harder and more uneven.
With his lips muffled against Changmin’s cheek, Jaejoong came with a moan and soft whisper of Changmin’s name, hand still moving slowly over his cock.
The younger man followed shortly after, rutting against Jaejoong and riding out the sporadic contractions of Jaejoong’s entrance around him. He nudged Jaejoong with his nose before he place a brief, open-mouthed kiss on his lips.
Reaching down, he pulled himself out as Jaejoong flopped down onto his back lazily. Changmin tossed the condom to the side and lied down on the older man with a huff of air.
There was a long, comfortable silence as Jaejoong ran his fingers through Changmin’s hair, scraping his fingers against his scalp.
“I hate you,” he said eventually. “Why didn’t you tell me you were already here?”
“Surprise,” Changmin murmured sleepily, face buried against the older man’s neck.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too,” Changmin grumbled, just before he fell asleep.
Jaejoong leaned down and kissed him softly. “Merry Christmas, Changmin.”