baseCODE 9/?
Title: baseCODE 9/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
I'm not sure what time it is when I finally wake up. Early, late. Late based on the darkness around me. There is a soft hand running over my side. Heated breath on my neck.
I sigh and push my body into Jaejoong's. His arm drapes around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His fingers trail along the top of my sweatpants.
And any thoughts of going back to sleep disappear as those fingertips dip into the bend of my hip.
I squeeze my eyes shut, mind trying to catch up with the sudden lust in my body. It feels so good, so perfect to let go and really feel it. There is no need to stop it. No fear against feeling it.
Jaejoong's hand pushes past the waistband, and I hum in appreciation as his hand wraps around my cock. My head turns and our lips meet in a brush of a kiss.
"I love you," Jaejoong says into my lips.
"I love you," I reply and then talking stops as he devours my mouth with his tongue.
I roll to my back, his hand speeds up the strokes on my erection. I grab his tank top, and he breaks from my lips as I pull it over his head. He uses the moment away from my body to pull the sweats off both of us. I'm gasping, hands clutched into the blankets as he undresses me completely.
Jaejoong straddles my knees. His hands run up and down my thighs, and then up my sides and stomach. Each new place twitches. I moan and then my hands lift and press against his chest, squeezing the muscles and then going down, caressing his abs.
Anticipation escalates in the dark. I want to see him so much.
"T-turn on a light," I whisper. "I want to see you."
Jaejoong chuckles, but leans over and flips on a lamp on the nightstand. I wince against the light, blinking a few times until I can really see how perfect he is.
I let my eyes soak in his beauty, and then my fingers follow. I trail them over his broad, strong shoulders, and then over his chest, swirling over the defined muscles. He shivers when I move down to his stomach, and those abs tighten as he tries not to shake from the sensations. I grip his navel piercing and pull. His head flies back with a moan. His cock jumps against my arm. I put my other hand around his hardness, stroking lightly while yanking on the piercing.
"Oh fuck, Su-ah." His hands land on my chest and our lips meet in a desperate kiss.
I'm nervous, but it's different. I'm not nervous that we'll be caught. I'm not nervous because I've never had sex before and Jaejoong obviously has.
I'm nervous because I love the man above me so much.
Excitement. That's what it is.
"You are so amazing," Jaejoong whispers.
I smile. "I was about to say the same thing about you."
"Any chance you'll let me skip foreplay for now?"
I laugh. "God, way to spoil the mood."
Jaejoong smiles and then presses a kiss to my lips. "Sorry. I want you."
I grip the back of his neck and slide my other hand down his muscled back. "And no, you're not skipping it. We had frantic earlier. I want you, and I want to memorize every inch of your skin."
Jaejoong's look softens and he kisses me gently. He lowers his body, our heated skin presses together. The kiss extends to long touches of tongue, heavy breaths and hands touching and twisting along skin.
As the anticipation grows more insistent, more heated, I figure that we can skip the foreplay for now.
"Touch me, fuck ..." I gasp as Jaejoong's hand wraps around my erection again.
"I ... fuck, Junsu."
I don't know why he's freaking out. Our lips meet for another wet kiss. My eyes slip shut. With difficulty, I stretch my arms out and grip the blanket. His question turns to a grunt of surprise as I bend my knees and lift my legs up. He readjusts between my legs. His hands run up and down my inner thighs.
"Are you sure you want to bottom?" Jaejoong whispers.
My eyes fly open in shock.
He smiles. "I ... I don't mind. I ..." He exhales. "I don't want to be stupid and mention someone else's name in bed with you, but Yoochun and I used to switch all the time, so I don't mind, if you're more comfortable topping."
The thought of fucking Jaejoong never crossed my mind. I shake my head. "No. I ... I don't want to. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to get rid of every single experiment, every probe, every test. I don't want to feel that anymore. I want to feel you."
Jae's smile turns slightly sad. He presses a kiss to my knee and then drops down, trailing his tongue down my leg. I sigh, spreading my legs more, holding them tight behind the knees.
The first touch of his tongue to my entrance makes me tense and squirm. It's wet and slick and so sensitive. And it's so slow. I can feel each lap of his tongue on more than just my body. It's like it's imprinted on my brain, in my heart.
When he finally pushes his tongue inside me, I cry out his name. Or I think it's his name.
The world spins behind my eyelids.
"Su-ah? You okay?"
"Ye-yes, please. Yes."
He forces his tongue deeper, harder. His fingers spread me open, fingertips burning into my skin.
My cock twitches, covering my stomach in fluid, as the pad of his finger presses against my entrance. His other hand sneaks up between my legs, pausing to tug on my balls before stroking my cock.
"Hang on," Jaejoong whispers. He presses a kiss to my sac and then rolls away, heat leaving.
I whine, and he chuckles. "Need lube, babe," he says as he opens a drawer in the nightstand.
I want to tell him no. That lubricant reminds me of inspections and tests and exams, but I'm not stupid. Without lube, he's going to hurt me without meaning too.
He comes back to me and kisses me. Kisses the frown from my lips.
"Don't think of that, Su-ah," he says. "Please. This is us. Just us."
"I-I know. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong smiles at me and then goes back between my legs. He kneels and opens the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and then squeezing a generous amount right onto my body. It's cold, dripping down the cleft. I shiver from both sensations. And then his fingers are there, spreading it around, over my entrance. It's slick and wet like his tongue had been.
I clench up as he tries to push a finger inside me.
"Relax," he whispers. "I won't hurt you."
I shut my eyes tight, take a deep breath and then relax. He rubs a hand over my ass and thigh as his finger pushes into me. It's so odd, and a feeling I hate. Uncomfortable, full.
"Su?" he whispers.
"So-sorry," I try to reply, but it's more of a whimper as his finger moves in and out of my body.
It's so hard not to think of their exams and tests.
"Look at me," Jaejoong says. His body hovers over mine, and I open my eyes, our gazes meet. "It's just me. Just me here and no one else. I won't hurt you. I want you to feel good. It feels so good."
I nod and when my eyes shut as he crooks his finger inside. He tells me to look at him again, don't close my eyes. It's hard, but we stare at each other, and then the feeling of his finger isn't so bad, isn't so harsh. It slides in easily, over and over, twisting. It brushes along my prostate and I jerk. A moan breathes past my lips and then he touches it again, making me shiver.
Our lips meet and I moan into the kiss, momentarily stiffening as he presses two fingers into me.
"All right?" he asks with a small thrust against my body. His cock is hard at my hip. I wish I could say the same, but I'm only half way there now. It's ... it's just too weird. Being so unnaturally full.
"I love you," I whisper because I have to, and his face softens in a smile just before our lips join again.
The stretch is worse with two fingers, but he slowly pumps them in and out of me, twisting, spreading, curling. My legs are sore and I have to relax them. I transfer my hands from my knees to his hair and tug on his head as he kisses down my neck. My legs wrap around his body, and I can feel his cock against the underside of my thigh, leaving trails of warm precome on my skin.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "Can I try a third finger?"
My eyes squeeze shut, but I nod. His fingers leave me for only a moment and then press in again, wider. I throw my head back with a cry.
He tenses, and I grab his arm before he can pull out his fingers. "No-no. Goo-ood. Move them, please. Move ... fuck."
He smiles and then pushes his fingers back inside me. Still slow, but maybe a little more eager than he was before. His mouth drops down my body, teeth and tongue and lips against my nipples and stomach. His tongue wraps around the head of my cock and I really shout out, and a moment later, I'm hard as a rock. He sucks the head into his mouth, tongue rolling as his lips move down the shaft. Everything is spinning now and I'm trying to watch as my cock disappears behind his red lips, but I can't and my body is quivering. His fingers find my prostate again and abuse it. I grip his head, pulling on his hair, yanking his head up and down, crying out his name. I come in a rush of white, orgasm blinding me, as the pleasure explodes from my cock. I'm squirming as he sucks on me, deeper, sensitive pleasures. I don't even know anymore.
He lets up only after I beg him with breathless mutterings of his name.
"Feel good?"
"God, yes."
He smiles and then pushes my knees up. I want to panic, but the aftereffects of my orgasm are still racing through me.
The head of his cock slips along the clef, against my entrance. I moan, and then cry out as he pushes forward, stretching me so much. He says something, but I can't hear him past the sudden fog in my brain. The stretch, pain I guess--but it's a strange different sort of pain--spreads up my back. I feel his fingers on my face, and then he's whispering in my ear as his hips move, body rocking against me.
"Breathe, baby. Try to relax. You feel so good."
That makes me scoff and he laughs, lips against mine in a kiss. He moans, body shaking. His skin is so hot where his body presses against my ass. Only his hips move, thrusting in and out of me and the pain has faded, a little anyway, but it still hurts. He shudders, a whisper of my name ghosts across my lips and then he stills, mouth open, eyes shut as warmth pumps into my body. His arms shake in an attempt to keep himself above me, and then he pulls out.
I groan, because the sudden lack of being full is almost as painful as being so full. He touches my face.
"Oh baby, are you alright?" Lips against the corners of my eyes.
I probably was crying. I nod. "Y-yeah. I'm ... I'm ... ow."
Jaejoong chuckles. "Yeah." He lies down and I curl up against his side as my body tries to relax. The adrenalin is fading and I shake uncontrollably in his arms. He runs his hands over my back, into my hair, pressing kisses against my forehead.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," I reply.
After a few minutes, I realize I'm running my fingertips around his body, over his nipples, down to his piercing. He cock is slick with come and lube and half-hard. I grip him tightly, stroking. He moans and after a few more strokes, he's hard again.
"I ... I want to try again," I say.
He stops my hand. "Su, it's ... "
"If it hurts too much, I'll stop," I say. He looks doubtful, but I kiss him and then climb over him, straddling his lap. By the end it hadn't hurt that much. And maybe that was just the lust talking for me. But I still want to try.
I sit up, and feel his orgasm dripping down my thighs. I hold up his cock. It slips around me and then with a tiny shift, the head is sucked into my body. I moan, not letting him go, eyes shut as I fight the first instinct to tighten up. Jaejoong moans too, hands gripping my hips. I lower myself, gasping at every inch of tightness into my body. The pain is there, but it is more like a sore body from a rough work out, or after a hard game of soccer.
Pleasurable, well-worth-the-pain type of pain.
I move my hips down until I am sitting, and there is no more of him to go inside me. Experimenting, I rock my hips and we both cry out. He bends his knees, hips jerking up.
"Fuck," I say and grip his chest, lifting my body. The slide is delectably obscene and when I sit back down, the come still inside me spurts out with a squish.
"Fuck, yes," Jaejoong says. His hands run up my stomach to my chest. His slick fingers twist my nipples, and pleasure, more than anything else, settles low in my stomach. I move slowly, more experiments with angles and speed. He’s panting, and that makes me smile.
“What?” he says as his eyes shut with a moan.
I lift up, until he almost slips out of me and then lower myself so slowly. He whines, head thrashing. “It’s sort of fun making Mr. Stoic Jaejoong whimper like that,” I say.
“Sh-shut … oh fuck, Su, do that again,” he says as I rise up and down fast. I do. And then again. It does feel so good. I speed up, just a little, reveling in the stretch and feel of him in and out of me over and over again.
"So fucking good. So good. Jae... Jaejoong, fuck!" I cry out his name and move faster, lifting myself up and down, over and over. The pain spreads, but god, I don't care. It feels so good.
His fingers wrap around my cock, stroking fast and I can't move anymore, frozen. He growls, probably in frustration, and I'm falling forward, to his lips, kissing and his hips are rising fast, slamming up and his hand is moving stroking. I'm frozen again, but not from pain. Pleasure is running through me faster than I can follow it. My body shakes as another orgasm rams through me, leaving me breathless and pumping come all over Jaejoong’s stomach.
I collapse and then try to push back up when Jaejoong whines. He pushes me and then I’m on my back, watching the gray ceiling weave through the haze of pleasure. His face is there, my legs are up and he pushes into me again, stretching me open. I moan, gripping behind my knees as he continues to fuck me. In only a few more thrusts, he’s crying out another orgasm. And this time, he drops on top of me, hips rolling slow as he comes inside me again.
“Fuck,” he says, lips next to my ear.
I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. He moans, I moan. Our lips meet in a kiss and everything is sweaty and slick between us.
“Better?” Jaejoong whispers.
I smile and nod. “Still hurts, but yeah … so much better.”
“Let’s go take a shower,” he says. “I want to have my hands all over you.”
Someone pounds on the door. And then Heechul shouts, “It’s three in the morning you fuckers. You better be done! God, Junsu! You scream louder than I do!”
“That’s because Yoochun always has you gagged!” Jaejoong shouts back.
It’s quiet and then Heechul says, “Oh … yeah, that’s true. Sorry to interrupt. Carry on.”
I meet Jaejoong’s eyes and we both laugh.
Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms
Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring
Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back.
Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death.
Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die.
Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is
Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
I'm not sure what time it is when I finally wake up. Early, late. Late based on the darkness around me. There is a soft hand running over my side. Heated breath on my neck.
I sigh and push my body into Jaejoong's. His arm drapes around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His fingers trail along the top of my sweatpants.
And any thoughts of going back to sleep disappear as those fingertips dip into the bend of my hip.
I squeeze my eyes shut, mind trying to catch up with the sudden lust in my body. It feels so good, so perfect to let go and really feel it. There is no need to stop it. No fear against feeling it.
Jaejoong's hand pushes past the waistband, and I hum in appreciation as his hand wraps around my cock. My head turns and our lips meet in a brush of a kiss.
"I love you," Jaejoong says into my lips.
"I love you," I reply and then talking stops as he devours my mouth with his tongue.
I roll to my back, his hand speeds up the strokes on my erection. I grab his tank top, and he breaks from my lips as I pull it over his head. He uses the moment away from my body to pull the sweats off both of us. I'm gasping, hands clutched into the blankets as he undresses me completely.
Jaejoong straddles my knees. His hands run up and down my thighs, and then up my sides and stomach. Each new place twitches. I moan and then my hands lift and press against his chest, squeezing the muscles and then going down, caressing his abs.
Anticipation escalates in the dark. I want to see him so much.
"T-turn on a light," I whisper. "I want to see you."
Jaejoong chuckles, but leans over and flips on a lamp on the nightstand. I wince against the light, blinking a few times until I can really see how perfect he is.
I let my eyes soak in his beauty, and then my fingers follow. I trail them over his broad, strong shoulders, and then over his chest, swirling over the defined muscles. He shivers when I move down to his stomach, and those abs tighten as he tries not to shake from the sensations. I grip his navel piercing and pull. His head flies back with a moan. His cock jumps against my arm. I put my other hand around his hardness, stroking lightly while yanking on the piercing.
"Oh fuck, Su-ah." His hands land on my chest and our lips meet in a desperate kiss.
I'm nervous, but it's different. I'm not nervous that we'll be caught. I'm not nervous because I've never had sex before and Jaejoong obviously has.
I'm nervous because I love the man above me so much.
Excitement. That's what it is.
"You are so amazing," Jaejoong whispers.
I smile. "I was about to say the same thing about you."
"Any chance you'll let me skip foreplay for now?"
I laugh. "God, way to spoil the mood."
Jaejoong smiles and then presses a kiss to my lips. "Sorry. I want you."
I grip the back of his neck and slide my other hand down his muscled back. "And no, you're not skipping it. We had frantic earlier. I want you, and I want to memorize every inch of your skin."
Jaejoong's look softens and he kisses me gently. He lowers his body, our heated skin presses together. The kiss extends to long touches of tongue, heavy breaths and hands touching and twisting along skin.
As the anticipation grows more insistent, more heated, I figure that we can skip the foreplay for now.
"Touch me, fuck ..." I gasp as Jaejoong's hand wraps around my erection again.
"I ... fuck, Junsu."
I don't know why he's freaking out. Our lips meet for another wet kiss. My eyes slip shut. With difficulty, I stretch my arms out and grip the blanket. His question turns to a grunt of surprise as I bend my knees and lift my legs up. He readjusts between my legs. His hands run up and down my inner thighs.
"Are you sure you want to bottom?" Jaejoong whispers.
My eyes fly open in shock.
He smiles. "I ... I don't mind. I ..." He exhales. "I don't want to be stupid and mention someone else's name in bed with you, but Yoochun and I used to switch all the time, so I don't mind, if you're more comfortable topping."
The thought of fucking Jaejoong never crossed my mind. I shake my head. "No. I ... I don't want to. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to get rid of every single experiment, every probe, every test. I don't want to feel that anymore. I want to feel you."
Jae's smile turns slightly sad. He presses a kiss to my knee and then drops down, trailing his tongue down my leg. I sigh, spreading my legs more, holding them tight behind the knees.
The first touch of his tongue to my entrance makes me tense and squirm. It's wet and slick and so sensitive. And it's so slow. I can feel each lap of his tongue on more than just my body. It's like it's imprinted on my brain, in my heart.
When he finally pushes his tongue inside me, I cry out his name. Or I think it's his name.
The world spins behind my eyelids.
"Su-ah? You okay?"
"Ye-yes, please. Yes."
He forces his tongue deeper, harder. His fingers spread me open, fingertips burning into my skin.
My cock twitches, covering my stomach in fluid, as the pad of his finger presses against my entrance. His other hand sneaks up between my legs, pausing to tug on my balls before stroking my cock.
"Hang on," Jaejoong whispers. He presses a kiss to my sac and then rolls away, heat leaving.
I whine, and he chuckles. "Need lube, babe," he says as he opens a drawer in the nightstand.
I want to tell him no. That lubricant reminds me of inspections and tests and exams, but I'm not stupid. Without lube, he's going to hurt me without meaning too.
He comes back to me and kisses me. Kisses the frown from my lips.
"Don't think of that, Su-ah," he says. "Please. This is us. Just us."
"I-I know. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong smiles at me and then goes back between my legs. He kneels and opens the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and then squeezing a generous amount right onto my body. It's cold, dripping down the cleft. I shiver from both sensations. And then his fingers are there, spreading it around, over my entrance. It's slick and wet like his tongue had been.
I clench up as he tries to push a finger inside me.
"Relax," he whispers. "I won't hurt you."
I shut my eyes tight, take a deep breath and then relax. He rubs a hand over my ass and thigh as his finger pushes into me. It's so odd, and a feeling I hate. Uncomfortable, full.
"Su?" he whispers.
"So-sorry," I try to reply, but it's more of a whimper as his finger moves in and out of my body.
It's so hard not to think of their exams and tests.
"Look at me," Jaejoong says. His body hovers over mine, and I open my eyes, our gazes meet. "It's just me. Just me here and no one else. I won't hurt you. I want you to feel good. It feels so good."
I nod and when my eyes shut as he crooks his finger inside. He tells me to look at him again, don't close my eyes. It's hard, but we stare at each other, and then the feeling of his finger isn't so bad, isn't so harsh. It slides in easily, over and over, twisting. It brushes along my prostate and I jerk. A moan breathes past my lips and then he touches it again, making me shiver.
Our lips meet and I moan into the kiss, momentarily stiffening as he presses two fingers into me.
"All right?" he asks with a small thrust against my body. His cock is hard at my hip. I wish I could say the same, but I'm only half way there now. It's ... it's just too weird. Being so unnaturally full.
"I love you," I whisper because I have to, and his face softens in a smile just before our lips join again.
The stretch is worse with two fingers, but he slowly pumps them in and out of me, twisting, spreading, curling. My legs are sore and I have to relax them. I transfer my hands from my knees to his hair and tug on his head as he kisses down my neck. My legs wrap around his body, and I can feel his cock against the underside of my thigh, leaving trails of warm precome on my skin.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "Can I try a third finger?"
My eyes squeeze shut, but I nod. His fingers leave me for only a moment and then press in again, wider. I throw my head back with a cry.
He tenses, and I grab his arm before he can pull out his fingers. "No-no. Goo-ood. Move them, please. Move ... fuck."
He smiles and then pushes his fingers back inside me. Still slow, but maybe a little more eager than he was before. His mouth drops down my body, teeth and tongue and lips against my nipples and stomach. His tongue wraps around the head of my cock and I really shout out, and a moment later, I'm hard as a rock. He sucks the head into his mouth, tongue rolling as his lips move down the shaft. Everything is spinning now and I'm trying to watch as my cock disappears behind his red lips, but I can't and my body is quivering. His fingers find my prostate again and abuse it. I grip his head, pulling on his hair, yanking his head up and down, crying out his name. I come in a rush of white, orgasm blinding me, as the pleasure explodes from my cock. I'm squirming as he sucks on me, deeper, sensitive pleasures. I don't even know anymore.
He lets up only after I beg him with breathless mutterings of his name.
"Feel good?"
"God, yes."
He smiles and then pushes my knees up. I want to panic, but the aftereffects of my orgasm are still racing through me.
The head of his cock slips along the clef, against my entrance. I moan, and then cry out as he pushes forward, stretching me so much. He says something, but I can't hear him past the sudden fog in my brain. The stretch, pain I guess--but it's a strange different sort of pain--spreads up my back. I feel his fingers on my face, and then he's whispering in my ear as his hips move, body rocking against me.
"Breathe, baby. Try to relax. You feel so good."
That makes me scoff and he laughs, lips against mine in a kiss. He moans, body shaking. His skin is so hot where his body presses against my ass. Only his hips move, thrusting in and out of me and the pain has faded, a little anyway, but it still hurts. He shudders, a whisper of my name ghosts across my lips and then he stills, mouth open, eyes shut as warmth pumps into my body. His arms shake in an attempt to keep himself above me, and then he pulls out.
I groan, because the sudden lack of being full is almost as painful as being so full. He touches my face.
"Oh baby, are you alright?" Lips against the corners of my eyes.
I probably was crying. I nod. "Y-yeah. I'm ... I'm ... ow."
Jaejoong chuckles. "Yeah." He lies down and I curl up against his side as my body tries to relax. The adrenalin is fading and I shake uncontrollably in his arms. He runs his hands over my back, into my hair, pressing kisses against my forehead.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," I reply.
After a few minutes, I realize I'm running my fingertips around his body, over his nipples, down to his piercing. He cock is slick with come and lube and half-hard. I grip him tightly, stroking. He moans and after a few more strokes, he's hard again.
"I ... I want to try again," I say.
He stops my hand. "Su, it's ... "
"If it hurts too much, I'll stop," I say. He looks doubtful, but I kiss him and then climb over him, straddling his lap. By the end it hadn't hurt that much. And maybe that was just the lust talking for me. But I still want to try.
I sit up, and feel his orgasm dripping down my thighs. I hold up his cock. It slips around me and then with a tiny shift, the head is sucked into my body. I moan, not letting him go, eyes shut as I fight the first instinct to tighten up. Jaejoong moans too, hands gripping my hips. I lower myself, gasping at every inch of tightness into my body. The pain is there, but it is more like a sore body from a rough work out, or after a hard game of soccer.
Pleasurable, well-worth-the-pain type of pain.
I move my hips down until I am sitting, and there is no more of him to go inside me. Experimenting, I rock my hips and we both cry out. He bends his knees, hips jerking up.
"Fuck," I say and grip his chest, lifting my body. The slide is delectably obscene and when I sit back down, the come still inside me spurts out with a squish.
"Fuck, yes," Jaejoong says. His hands run up my stomach to my chest. His slick fingers twist my nipples, and pleasure, more than anything else, settles low in my stomach. I move slowly, more experiments with angles and speed. He’s panting, and that makes me smile.
“What?” he says as his eyes shut with a moan.
I lift up, until he almost slips out of me and then lower myself so slowly. He whines, head thrashing. “It’s sort of fun making Mr. Stoic Jaejoong whimper like that,” I say.
“Sh-shut … oh fuck, Su, do that again,” he says as I rise up and down fast. I do. And then again. It does feel so good. I speed up, just a little, reveling in the stretch and feel of him in and out of me over and over again.
"So fucking good. So good. Jae... Jaejoong, fuck!" I cry out his name and move faster, lifting myself up and down, over and over. The pain spreads, but god, I don't care. It feels so good.
His fingers wrap around my cock, stroking fast and I can't move anymore, frozen. He growls, probably in frustration, and I'm falling forward, to his lips, kissing and his hips are rising fast, slamming up and his hand is moving stroking. I'm frozen again, but not from pain. Pleasure is running through me faster than I can follow it. My body shakes as another orgasm rams through me, leaving me breathless and pumping come all over Jaejoong’s stomach.
I collapse and then try to push back up when Jaejoong whines. He pushes me and then I’m on my back, watching the gray ceiling weave through the haze of pleasure. His face is there, my legs are up and he pushes into me again, stretching me open. I moan, gripping behind my knees as he continues to fuck me. In only a few more thrusts, he’s crying out another orgasm. And this time, he drops on top of me, hips rolling slow as he comes inside me again.
“Fuck,” he says, lips next to my ear.
I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. He moans, I moan. Our lips meet in a kiss and everything is sweaty and slick between us.
“Better?” Jaejoong whispers.
I smile and nod. “Still hurts, but yeah … so much better.”
“Let’s go take a shower,” he says. “I want to have my hands all over you.”
Someone pounds on the door. And then Heechul shouts, “It’s three in the morning you fuckers. You better be done! God, Junsu! You scream louder than I do!”
“That’s because Yoochun always has you gagged!” Jaejoong shouts back.
It’s quiet and then Heechul says, “Oh … yeah, that’s true. Sorry to interrupt. Carry on.”
I meet Jaejoong’s eyes and we both laugh.
Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms
Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring
Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back.
Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death.
Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die.
Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is
Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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