Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 8/?
Title: Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 8/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
This chapter is NC-17.
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 8:
This chapter is NC-17
Red numbers said it was almost three in the morning, but Yoochun felt wide awake. He paced his room, listening to the shower run. There were so many questions to ask Jaejoong. He wanted to know who Siwon was, and he wanted to know if Siwon was the asshole putting bruises on Jaejoong’s body. But he couldn’t. He wanted to know, but Changmin’s words came back to him. Just be there for him. That’s all Yoochun could do, and Jaejoong did not deserve a lecture or an interrogation. Having sex with him wasn’t the smartest or best thing to do for him either, but with both of them in bed, sober and not exactly tired, it was going to be hard to resist.
Yoochun did not want to resist anymore. Stripped to boxers, he climbed under the covers. It was dangerous, and crazy, and insane. His cock filled with anticipation. Yoochun shut his eyes, a mantra of just sleep pulsing through his body.
But he didn’t know if that was even possible.
He had to try. He’d spent who knows how many days telling Jaejoong he wasn’t going to have sex with him and here he was, lying in bed mostly naked waiting to see if Jaejoong would fuck him.
And when Jaejoong came into the bedroom, rubbing a towel on his head, with only those faded blue jeans riding low on his hips, the possibility of not touching him disappeared. The jeans were unbuttoned, forming a triangle of pale skin pointing at his crotch.
Yoochun watched, eyes soaking in the details of Jaejoong’s body as he dried a few droplets from his body. His muscles were stringy, young and undeveloped, a hidden strength The shadows made the bruises deeper.
“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me,” Jaejoong said.
“You’re sexy, can’t help it.”
“Oh really?” Jaejoong tossed the towel on the floor. He crawled up the end of the bed, over Yoochun, and Yoochun’s eyes dropped down his body. The jeans were slipping down his hips. This kid had no right to be this sensual so young.
You were, a voice reminded him.
His fingers trailed up Jaejoong’s arm as soon as he could touch it, hand over his shoulder, behind his neck and then their lips were together. Yoochun fingers twisted in Jaejoong’s wet hair as Jaejoong lowered his body. Yoochun sighed into his mouth. Jaejoong gasped as Yoochun’s erection pressed into his stomach.
Yoochun licked his open mouth. “How talented is your mouth?”
“Better than my fingers,” Jaejoong said with a nip to Yoochun’s pouty lower lip.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, rolling his hips up. “Show me. It’s been a while, so it should be an easy task.”
Jaejoong laughed and somehow between the two of them, they removed the blanket. Jaejoong kneeled, ass on Yoochun’s knees. His jeans had fallen low enough that his erection was visible, yet still confined in the jeans. His cock twitched and Jaejoong saw it and smirked. With two fingers, he gripped Yoochun’s covered erection and squeezed.
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting. “This--might be easier … fuck.”
Jaejoong laughed again, and it sounded so perfect in Yoochun’s ears. No bitterness, no sadness, just utter delight. Jaejoong tugged on the top of his boxers and he lifted his hips to pull them off.
“Before I do this,” Jaejoong said as he tossed the boxers over his shoulder, “is this going to change things between us?”
“Probably. More kissing, less piano playing, I bet.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I … “
Yoochun sat up and cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks before kissing him. “No, Jaejoong. It won’t. I will always be there for you, no matter what.”
Jaejoong smiled. With hands on Yoochun’s chest, Jaejoong pushed him back to the bed. He slithered down the bed, knees bent, feet in the air and he smiled as he stared at Yoochun’s dick. He licked his lips. Yoochun shivered under his intense gaze.
“Mine’s bigger,” Jaejoong sang.
“You call me pencil dick and I’ll make you sleep on the couch.”
Jaejoong laughed again. He ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs and he unconsciously spread them. Jaejoong’s tongue touched his balls first, licking up, and around, mouth closing around one.
Yoochun sighed, and then said, “You probably shouldn’t tease.”
“God, hyung, how long has it been?”
Yoochun smiled and ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “Too long. Suck me.” With a little tug, Jaejoong moved up. With a thumb and forefinger around the base, he lifted Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun’s fingers stayed in his hair. His eyes shut at the first touch of tongue to the head. But then he opened them again, because he did not want to miss those pink lips around his cock.
And he used his lips, sliding over the slick skin, pushing into the top. They opened slowly, jerking over the ridge as Jaejoong added pressure. His hand slipped up Yoochun’s shaft just as his tongue rolled over the head and Yoochun was ready to come in seconds. He automatically lifted his hips, trying to slide more into that warm mouth. Jaejoong moaned and as his hand went back down the shaft, his mouth followed, no space between, and as soon as his cock hit the pressure in the back of Jaejoong’s mouth, Yoochun was coming.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Yoochun gasped as his cock swelled. Jaejoong’s mouth moved up, dragging his orgasm with it, and Yoochun shouted as he shot his release onto Jaejoong’s lips while he lapped at the head, moaning. He dropped Yoochun’s cock and licked up the few escaped droplets of come from Yoochun’s stomach.
“You’re right,” Jaejoong said, kissing up his chest. “Easy task.”
Yoochun smiled around gasping breaths. He let his finger release Jaejoong’s hair and slid down his back and to his hip, reaching into the loose jeans to cup his ass. He pushed the jeans with both hands until they were down his hips, and then reached between them and took Jaejoong’s cock in his hand, stroking lightly.
“A not so easy task,” Yoochun said with a squeeze to Jaejoong’s cock. “Getting this inside me.”
Jaejoong’s smile fell. “Huh?”
Yoochun laughed and said, “Haven’t you ever topped?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, sucking that lower lip into his mouth. “Well, Jaejoong, I like it both ways, but with this cock, yeah, I am totally bottoming.”
“I … hyung, but … what?”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s confused pout and then crawled out from under him. He sat up, knee shaking because he really should have waited until his body recovered from that quick orgasm. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out lube and a condom.
“I … hyung, I don’t know if I can …”
Yoochun climbed back on the bed and crawled over him, positions reversed. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s stomach and the muscles twitched. He dragged his tongue up to a nipple. Jaejoong cut off a gasp of surprise as Yoochun sucked the nipple lightly into his mouth. He had a feeling that no one had bothered to worship Jaejoong’s body before. Only abuse it.
He moved his mouth to a bruise on his upper chest. He kissed it once, and then moved to another on his shoulder. Each bruise received the same treatment twice and then Yoochun sucked on his other nipple and stroked the flat of his hand up Jaejoong’s cock.
Jaejoong moaned, hips jerking up.
“Are you in danger of coming in three seconds?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong tried to laugh and shook his head.
“Okay, then.” Yoochun grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his fingers with it. Drops landed on Jaejoong’s stomach and his body twitched again. He put the bottle down and tossed a condom onto Jaejoong’s chest. “Be useful and open that.”
Yoochun reached underneath himself, pausing to grab his cock with his slick hand, and then went further. He slipped a finger over his entrance and then sighed as he pushed it in deep. Foil crinkled as Jaejoong unwrapped the condom. Yoochun’s head lowered as he added a second finger immediately. He licked at Jaejoong’s chest, whining at the stretch. God, he hadn’t been fucked in so long.
Jaejoong’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open with a gasp. “Oh god, that’s enough.”
Jaejoong laughed, yanking on him and Yoochun crawled forward until he was straddling Jaejoong’s waist. He kissed him, demanding, begging. His non-lubed hand twisted into Jaejoong’s hair, and the kiss increased as Jaejoong stroked him.
“Enough,” Yoochun said. “Please. Enough.”
He reached his lubed hand back, gripping Jaejoong’s cock. He rubbed twice and then scooted down. He held the head steady, teasing himself with it as he slipped it over his entrance. He wasn’t prepared enough at all to take this cock, but he wanted to feel the stretch.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck, hyung, I thought you said it was enough.” He lifted his hips and Yoochun grunted as he almost fell forward.
He tightened his hold, held Jaejoong’s dick firmly and then pressed down. His head flung back as the wide head stretched him open, and he didn’t stop, pushing down, taking more. His body protested. Unbearable, pleasurable pain shot up his back, making him gasp. He lifted up, and then down again, shallow, little by little. With eyes shut tight, he sat, all the way, pulling a startled cry from Jaejoong. The smooth skin of his thighs contrasted harshly with the rough fabric of the jeans. The buttons were cold on his ass.
Yoochun’s head fell forward, mouth open as his body tried to deal with the sensation of being so full.
Fingers wrapped around his cock, and Yoochun moaned, lifting himself, dropping. Stopping, as he gasped. And then again.
Jaejoong keened. “Hy-hyung.”
“Feel good?” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong nodded, quick and more than needed. His eyes shut, neck strained as he tilted his head back. “Move, fucker.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Hang on. You’re not exactly small.”
Jaejoong gasped, eyes flying open. Yoochun rotated his hips, and then again, so Jaejoong’s cock stayed inside him, but still moved. Little flashes of pleasure shot though his skin. Jaejoong whined, and Yoochun moved. He put his hands on Jaejoong’s chest and lifted up, all the way until Jaejoong almost slipped from him and then dropped down. They both cried out as Yoochun did it again. Jaejoong’s hips jerked up and stars danced through Yoochun vision at the force. He did it again, and again, and again, until his arms shook and Jaejoong was muttering nonsense between his moans.
“Hyung, hyung, fuck. Can’t … jeans.”
Yoochun fell forward, lifting himself up and away. Jaejoong slipped from his body. Jaejoong’s knees jerked, and then hit Yoochun in the back as Jaejoong kicked the jeans off. He grunted, pressing against Yoochun’s ass. Yoochun reached behind him, held Jaejoong up. He practically whimpered as Jaejoong cock slipped past that tight ring of muscle again.
He put an elbow on the bed next to Jaejoong’s face, and left the fucking up to Jaejoong. Their lips met, and Yoochun stroked himself, quick as Jaejoong grabbed his hips and thrust up, over and over, cries increasing, melding into a single noise of pleasure, and then his body spasmed, limbs twitching, before he whimpered and slowed.
Yoochun kept moving even as Jaejoong protested from the sensitivity, but he was so close, too close, and his hand went faster. Jaejoong’s fingers twisted his nipples.
“Fuck, yeah,” Yoochun moaned and then he was coming. He covered Jaejoong’s mouth with his and kissed him while he pumped come all over Jaejoong’s stomach and chest. He caught himself from collapsing as his body sagged. Wincing, he let Jaejoong fall from him and then he rolled to the side, arm across Jaejoong’s heaving chest.
“Good fuck that feels good,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
Yoochun laughed, breathless. “Yes, that did indeed feel good.”
Jaejoong propped up on an elbow and smiled. “So you’re a cock whore?”
“I like being fucked, yes.”
Jaejoong smiled and rolled over him. Come dripped onto Yoochun’s chest. “I’m only fifteen. I can be ready again in five minutes. Or less if need be.”
Yoochun kissed him. “You can wake me up if you want. I need a cigarette.”
“Me, too.”
Yoochun turned his head and saw a pack of smokes on his dresser. He shoved Jaejoong. “Go get them.”
“Why do I have to get up?”
“Because you topped, and I’m sore.”
“You’re only sore because you didn’t prep enough, so you’re stupid. You go get them.
"You have come all over you so you have to get up and clean yourself up anyway.”
Jaejoong rolled over him. "Fine," he said and made a face as he peeled off the used condom. He stood up, legs shaking as he walked across the room. He tossed the condom in the trash can, and then went to the dresser, picked up the pack of smokes and shook it. He flipped open the top, stuck a cigarette in his mouth and pulled the pack away, tossing it to Yoochun in the same motion. He lit it up, cheeks hallowing as he sucked in a drag.
“You do realize that anytime you put something in your mouth I’m going to be picturing it as my dick, right?”
Jaejoong smiled and threw the lighter to Yoochun. “Pedo-hyung.”
Yoochun lit his cigarette.
“I’m going to spoil this moment and ask if you’ve been tested,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong looked over his shoulder, he opened his mouth, and then shut it, eyes dropping. “I should, huh?”
“Yeah. You should.”
“Will you go with me?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. “Just let me know.”
“O-okay.” Jaejoong picked up the towel he’d used earlier and wiped the come off his body. He dropped the towel back on the floor.
“Hey, what about me?” Yoochun said, gesturing at the drops of come on his body.
Jaejoong smiled, feral. He took one more drag on his cigarette and then walked over to extinguish his cigarette in the ashtray on the dresser. He sat on the bed, running a finger up and down Yoochun’s body, leg to chest. A dollop of come pearled at the tip of Yoochun’s cock as it twitched. Jaejoong laughed, leaned over him and licked it up, sucking lightly on the soft head. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a sigh. Lips and tongue touched a few places on his chest and then Jaejoong kissed him.
“All clean,” he whispered.
He wasn’t completely, but he had no desire to get up and take a shower and wash lube from his body. He grabbed the blanket and Jaejoong repositioned next to him. His skin was cool, and Yoochun curled around him. He reached up and flipped the lamp off.
“I really liked that,” Jaejoong muttered, lips against Yoochun’s chest. “S-sex with you doesn’t hurt.”
Yoochun tightened his arms around Jaejoong, heart clenching with more than just concern and lust. He kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
Jaejoong yawned. Half asleep, he muttered, “Thanks, hyung.”
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
This chapter is NC-17.
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 8:
This chapter is NC-17
Red numbers said it was almost three in the morning, but Yoochun felt wide awake. He paced his room, listening to the shower run. There were so many questions to ask Jaejoong. He wanted to know who Siwon was, and he wanted to know if Siwon was the asshole putting bruises on Jaejoong’s body. But he couldn’t. He wanted to know, but Changmin’s words came back to him. Just be there for him. That’s all Yoochun could do, and Jaejoong did not deserve a lecture or an interrogation. Having sex with him wasn’t the smartest or best thing to do for him either, but with both of them in bed, sober and not exactly tired, it was going to be hard to resist.
Yoochun did not want to resist anymore. Stripped to boxers, he climbed under the covers. It was dangerous, and crazy, and insane. His cock filled with anticipation. Yoochun shut his eyes, a mantra of just sleep pulsing through his body.
But he didn’t know if that was even possible.
He had to try. He’d spent who knows how many days telling Jaejoong he wasn’t going to have sex with him and here he was, lying in bed mostly naked waiting to see if Jaejoong would fuck him.
And when Jaejoong came into the bedroom, rubbing a towel on his head, with only those faded blue jeans riding low on his hips, the possibility of not touching him disappeared. The jeans were unbuttoned, forming a triangle of pale skin pointing at his crotch.
Yoochun watched, eyes soaking in the details of Jaejoong’s body as he dried a few droplets from his body. His muscles were stringy, young and undeveloped, a hidden strength The shadows made the bruises deeper.
“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me,” Jaejoong said.
“You’re sexy, can’t help it.”
“Oh really?” Jaejoong tossed the towel on the floor. He crawled up the end of the bed, over Yoochun, and Yoochun’s eyes dropped down his body. The jeans were slipping down his hips. This kid had no right to be this sensual so young.
You were, a voice reminded him.
His fingers trailed up Jaejoong’s arm as soon as he could touch it, hand over his shoulder, behind his neck and then their lips were together. Yoochun fingers twisted in Jaejoong’s wet hair as Jaejoong lowered his body. Yoochun sighed into his mouth. Jaejoong gasped as Yoochun’s erection pressed into his stomach.
Yoochun licked his open mouth. “How talented is your mouth?”
“Better than my fingers,” Jaejoong said with a nip to Yoochun’s pouty lower lip.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, rolling his hips up. “Show me. It’s been a while, so it should be an easy task.”
Jaejoong laughed and somehow between the two of them, they removed the blanket. Jaejoong kneeled, ass on Yoochun’s knees. His jeans had fallen low enough that his erection was visible, yet still confined in the jeans. His cock twitched and Jaejoong saw it and smirked. With two fingers, he gripped Yoochun’s covered erection and squeezed.
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting. “This--might be easier … fuck.”
Jaejoong laughed again, and it sounded so perfect in Yoochun’s ears. No bitterness, no sadness, just utter delight. Jaejoong tugged on the top of his boxers and he lifted his hips to pull them off.
“Before I do this,” Jaejoong said as he tossed the boxers over his shoulder, “is this going to change things between us?”
“Probably. More kissing, less piano playing, I bet.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I … “
Yoochun sat up and cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks before kissing him. “No, Jaejoong. It won’t. I will always be there for you, no matter what.”
Jaejoong smiled. With hands on Yoochun’s chest, Jaejoong pushed him back to the bed. He slithered down the bed, knees bent, feet in the air and he smiled as he stared at Yoochun’s dick. He licked his lips. Yoochun shivered under his intense gaze.
“Mine’s bigger,” Jaejoong sang.
“You call me pencil dick and I’ll make you sleep on the couch.”
Jaejoong laughed again. He ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs and he unconsciously spread them. Jaejoong’s tongue touched his balls first, licking up, and around, mouth closing around one.
Yoochun sighed, and then said, “You probably shouldn’t tease.”
“God, hyung, how long has it been?”
Yoochun smiled and ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “Too long. Suck me.” With a little tug, Jaejoong moved up. With a thumb and forefinger around the base, he lifted Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun’s fingers stayed in his hair. His eyes shut at the first touch of tongue to the head. But then he opened them again, because he did not want to miss those pink lips around his cock.
And he used his lips, sliding over the slick skin, pushing into the top. They opened slowly, jerking over the ridge as Jaejoong added pressure. His hand slipped up Yoochun’s shaft just as his tongue rolled over the head and Yoochun was ready to come in seconds. He automatically lifted his hips, trying to slide more into that warm mouth. Jaejoong moaned and as his hand went back down the shaft, his mouth followed, no space between, and as soon as his cock hit the pressure in the back of Jaejoong’s mouth, Yoochun was coming.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Yoochun gasped as his cock swelled. Jaejoong’s mouth moved up, dragging his orgasm with it, and Yoochun shouted as he shot his release onto Jaejoong’s lips while he lapped at the head, moaning. He dropped Yoochun’s cock and licked up the few escaped droplets of come from Yoochun’s stomach.
“You’re right,” Jaejoong said, kissing up his chest. “Easy task.”
Yoochun smiled around gasping breaths. He let his finger release Jaejoong’s hair and slid down his back and to his hip, reaching into the loose jeans to cup his ass. He pushed the jeans with both hands until they were down his hips, and then reached between them and took Jaejoong’s cock in his hand, stroking lightly.
“A not so easy task,” Yoochun said with a squeeze to Jaejoong’s cock. “Getting this inside me.”
Jaejoong’s smile fell. “Huh?”
Yoochun laughed and said, “Haven’t you ever topped?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him, sucking that lower lip into his mouth. “Well, Jaejoong, I like it both ways, but with this cock, yeah, I am totally bottoming.”
“I … hyung, but … what?”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s confused pout and then crawled out from under him. He sat up, knee shaking because he really should have waited until his body recovered from that quick orgasm. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out lube and a condom.
“I … hyung, I don’t know if I can …”
Yoochun climbed back on the bed and crawled over him, positions reversed. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s stomach and the muscles twitched. He dragged his tongue up to a nipple. Jaejoong cut off a gasp of surprise as Yoochun sucked the nipple lightly into his mouth. He had a feeling that no one had bothered to worship Jaejoong’s body before. Only abuse it.
He moved his mouth to a bruise on his upper chest. He kissed it once, and then moved to another on his shoulder. Each bruise received the same treatment twice and then Yoochun sucked on his other nipple and stroked the flat of his hand up Jaejoong’s cock.
Jaejoong moaned, hips jerking up.
“Are you in danger of coming in three seconds?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong tried to laugh and shook his head.
“Okay, then.” Yoochun grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his fingers with it. Drops landed on Jaejoong’s stomach and his body twitched again. He put the bottle down and tossed a condom onto Jaejoong’s chest. “Be useful and open that.”
Yoochun reached underneath himself, pausing to grab his cock with his slick hand, and then went further. He slipped a finger over his entrance and then sighed as he pushed it in deep. Foil crinkled as Jaejoong unwrapped the condom. Yoochun’s head lowered as he added a second finger immediately. He licked at Jaejoong’s chest, whining at the stretch. God, he hadn’t been fucked in so long.
Jaejoong’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open with a gasp. “Oh god, that’s enough.”
Jaejoong laughed, yanking on him and Yoochun crawled forward until he was straddling Jaejoong’s waist. He kissed him, demanding, begging. His non-lubed hand twisted into Jaejoong’s hair, and the kiss increased as Jaejoong stroked him.
“Enough,” Yoochun said. “Please. Enough.”
He reached his lubed hand back, gripping Jaejoong’s cock. He rubbed twice and then scooted down. He held the head steady, teasing himself with it as he slipped it over his entrance. He wasn’t prepared enough at all to take this cock, but he wanted to feel the stretch.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck, hyung, I thought you said it was enough.” He lifted his hips and Yoochun grunted as he almost fell forward.
He tightened his hold, held Jaejoong’s dick firmly and then pressed down. His head flung back as the wide head stretched him open, and he didn’t stop, pushing down, taking more. His body protested. Unbearable, pleasurable pain shot up his back, making him gasp. He lifted up, and then down again, shallow, little by little. With eyes shut tight, he sat, all the way, pulling a startled cry from Jaejoong. The smooth skin of his thighs contrasted harshly with the rough fabric of the jeans. The buttons were cold on his ass.
Yoochun’s head fell forward, mouth open as his body tried to deal with the sensation of being so full.
Fingers wrapped around his cock, and Yoochun moaned, lifting himself, dropping. Stopping, as he gasped. And then again.
Jaejoong keened. “Hy-hyung.”
“Feel good?” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong nodded, quick and more than needed. His eyes shut, neck strained as he tilted his head back. “Move, fucker.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Hang on. You’re not exactly small.”
Jaejoong gasped, eyes flying open. Yoochun rotated his hips, and then again, so Jaejoong’s cock stayed inside him, but still moved. Little flashes of pleasure shot though his skin. Jaejoong whined, and Yoochun moved. He put his hands on Jaejoong’s chest and lifted up, all the way until Jaejoong almost slipped from him and then dropped down. They both cried out as Yoochun did it again. Jaejoong’s hips jerked up and stars danced through Yoochun vision at the force. He did it again, and again, and again, until his arms shook and Jaejoong was muttering nonsense between his moans.
“Hyung, hyung, fuck. Can’t … jeans.”
Yoochun fell forward, lifting himself up and away. Jaejoong slipped from his body. Jaejoong’s knees jerked, and then hit Yoochun in the back as Jaejoong kicked the jeans off. He grunted, pressing against Yoochun’s ass. Yoochun reached behind him, held Jaejoong up. He practically whimpered as Jaejoong cock slipped past that tight ring of muscle again.
He put an elbow on the bed next to Jaejoong’s face, and left the fucking up to Jaejoong. Their lips met, and Yoochun stroked himself, quick as Jaejoong grabbed his hips and thrust up, over and over, cries increasing, melding into a single noise of pleasure, and then his body spasmed, limbs twitching, before he whimpered and slowed.
Yoochun kept moving even as Jaejoong protested from the sensitivity, but he was so close, too close, and his hand went faster. Jaejoong’s fingers twisted his nipples.
“Fuck, yeah,” Yoochun moaned and then he was coming. He covered Jaejoong’s mouth with his and kissed him while he pumped come all over Jaejoong’s stomach and chest. He caught himself from collapsing as his body sagged. Wincing, he let Jaejoong fall from him and then he rolled to the side, arm across Jaejoong’s heaving chest.
“Good fuck that feels good,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
Yoochun laughed, breathless. “Yes, that did indeed feel good.”
Jaejoong propped up on an elbow and smiled. “So you’re a cock whore?”
“I like being fucked, yes.”
Jaejoong smiled and rolled over him. Come dripped onto Yoochun’s chest. “I’m only fifteen. I can be ready again in five minutes. Or less if need be.”
Yoochun kissed him. “You can wake me up if you want. I need a cigarette.”
“Me, too.”
Yoochun turned his head and saw a pack of smokes on his dresser. He shoved Jaejoong. “Go get them.”
“Why do I have to get up?”
“Because you topped, and I’m sore.”
“You’re only sore because you didn’t prep enough, so you’re stupid. You go get them.
"You have come all over you so you have to get up and clean yourself up anyway.”
Jaejoong rolled over him. "Fine," he said and made a face as he peeled off the used condom. He stood up, legs shaking as he walked across the room. He tossed the condom in the trash can, and then went to the dresser, picked up the pack of smokes and shook it. He flipped open the top, stuck a cigarette in his mouth and pulled the pack away, tossing it to Yoochun in the same motion. He lit it up, cheeks hallowing as he sucked in a drag.
“You do realize that anytime you put something in your mouth I’m going to be picturing it as my dick, right?”
Jaejoong smiled and threw the lighter to Yoochun. “Pedo-hyung.”
Yoochun lit his cigarette.
“I’m going to spoil this moment and ask if you’ve been tested,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong looked over his shoulder, he opened his mouth, and then shut it, eyes dropping. “I should, huh?”
“Yeah. You should.”
“Will you go with me?”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. “Just let me know.”
“O-okay.” Jaejoong picked up the towel he’d used earlier and wiped the come off his body. He dropped the towel back on the floor.
“Hey, what about me?” Yoochun said, gesturing at the drops of come on his body.
Jaejoong smiled, feral. He took one more drag on his cigarette and then walked over to extinguish his cigarette in the ashtray on the dresser. He sat on the bed, running a finger up and down Yoochun’s body, leg to chest. A dollop of come pearled at the tip of Yoochun’s cock as it twitched. Jaejoong laughed, leaned over him and licked it up, sucking lightly on the soft head. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a sigh. Lips and tongue touched a few places on his chest and then Jaejoong kissed him.
“All clean,” he whispered.
He wasn’t completely, but he had no desire to get up and take a shower and wash lube from his body. He grabbed the blanket and Jaejoong repositioned next to him. His skin was cool, and Yoochun curled around him. He reached up and flipped the lamp off.
“I really liked that,” Jaejoong muttered, lips against Yoochun’s chest. “S-sex with you doesn’t hurt.”
Yoochun tightened his arms around Jaejoong, heart clenching with more than just concern and lust. He kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
Jaejoong yawned. Half asleep, he muttered, “Thanks, hyung.”
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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