Pleasures of the Mighty 25/25
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 25/25
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 25: The Passage
All right. Before you all freak out about OMG THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! I am going to write a sequel to this fic called "Tears of the Poor". The sequel to this fic will take place on Doushite. I'm really excited for this part, and I hope you all are too. Don't worry. There will be lots of YunJaeSu smutting, some Changmin/Yoona drama and a lot of angst and action and stuff.
Yunho’s energy faded fast through the evening. Normally, he’d be able to chat with Heechul, or plan things with Angel, but just after dinner, his eyes refused to open and his body sagged on the couch. Something warm settled next to him, and Yunho smiled, half asleep, as he recognized Jaejoong’s body. He muttered something that he hoped was I love you into Jaejoong’s chest and then let himself sleep.
He woke up in his own bed just as the sun rose over the horizon.
Again, familiar warmth wrapped around his body. He turned his head and smiled at Jaejoong. His blond Doushiten returned the smile, and then lightly kissed his lips.
“I meant to tell you yesterday,” Jaejoong whispered, “that I’m not mad at you. Junsu said you thought I’d be mad at you, but then Yoona assured me that your little tryst with her was nothing to scream about.”
Yunho nodded as Jaejoong kissed him again. “It felt good, but not the planet stopping, star destroying, pleasure that you and Junsu give me.”
“Hm,” Jaejoong said against his lips, “why is that?”
“Because you have a cock to shove in my ass.”
Jaejoong lifted away from him. His lips twitched in a smile as he said, “I was looking for ‘because I love you’ but I guess that works too.”
Yunho laughed. “I do love you. So much.” He hugged Jaejoong close.
“I love you. You slept through your morning conference calls, but Yoona handled them smoothly, and now everyone thinks you’re deathly ill, and the press is already speculating about the cancelation of your honeymoon.”
“Good,” Yunho said. “Keep them guessing until we actually leave.”
“Heechul and Angel think it would be a good idea for us to go to Siwon’s until we leave for Doushite.”
“That is definitely a good idea.”
“Yeah, it just means I’m going to have to pack everything today, which means you have to stay out of my way.”
“Maybe I’ll just stay in bed,” Yunho said.
“That’s what I was going to say next, but neither Junsu nor I think you’re capable of that, so we thought you might want to make use of your ugly ties again.”
Yunho shivered and his cock twitched. “No need. I’ll be good. And besides, I’ll get to watch you move around and bend over and do that cute thing when you stick out your tongue when you’re thinking. That’s enough to keep me in bed.”
Jaejoong smiled, and Yunho’s breath caught. There was still a tightness around Jaejoong’s eyes, a depth to him that showed he was worried, concerned, afraid. Yet, here in bed, the love and happiness subdued the rest. Yunho touched Jaejoong’s cheek and his eyes shut. He turned his face and kissed Yunho’s palm.
“You’re so beautiful, Jaejoong. I love you so much.”
Jaejoong kissed him, hands gripping his stomach, almost desperately, reminding Yunho how long it’d been since he’d loved and been loved by his Doushite. Tension, a different kind, flew through them both.
“I … fuck, I … need you.”
Yunho bit down on Jaejoong’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” Jaejoong said with a low growl.
Yunho moaned. “God, please. Please.”
“Just show you that she may have gotten you off, but you know that I’m the only one that makes your blood churn and your body explode.”
“Are you going to punish me for causing you so much distress?” Yunho whispered and then chewed on Jaejoong’s earlobe.
“Pack. Have to pack, Yunho. Fuck.” Their lips joined again, their tongues touched and then licked at lips and teeth. Jaejoong broke away with a gasp. Yunho moved the kiss to his neck, up to his ear. Jaejoong shivered, and then he shouted, “Junsu!”
“Hm, good idea,” Yunho said. He lifted his hips, pressing his erection against Jaejoong’s leg. “I want you both right now.”
“God,” Jaejoong muttered something in Doushiten just before their lips met again.
The door opened and Junsu laughed. “This is either Jaejoong’s fault or Yunho’s fault, which I would doubt because he doesn’t have the energy, but all Yunho would have to do is tempt Jaejoong close and this would happen and he wouldn’t have to move.”
Jaejoong smiled into their kiss and Yunho deepened it. He ran his hand up Jaejoong’s arm and then gripped the back of his neck. The bed dipped next to him and firm fingers pulled his arm away and Yunho whined as Jaejoong slowly retreated. Junsu lay on his other side and pressed a kiss to his lower neck.
“Jaejoong has to pack, love,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho pouted.
Jaejoong laughed. “Let me pack for a little while and then I’ll come and take a break.”
“Fine,” Yunho said. He curled around Junsu instead and their lips met harshly.
“That’s it. Time for the ties,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu laughed. “No, we’ll be good.”
“I can’t be good right now,” Yunho said, voice just above a growl. “I want you. I want someone to fuck me.” He saw them both shiver and smiled in victory.
Junsu kissed him, a possessive growl swirling through Yunho’s skin. He grabbed Yunho’s wrists and pinned them above his head, using the same movement to straddle his hips. Yunho whimpered and lifted up, rocking his erection against Junsu’s body.
Junsu broke away from his mouth with a gasp. His cock was hard in a moment, and already a wet spot was darkening the gray sweats.
“Su-ah, please, please,” Yunho whispered. “SuSu, fuck me.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong said, and then bed dipped again. “Just fuck him already. If we get it over with, then maybe I can get everything packed on time.”
Yunho smiled widely and then kissed Jaejoong, but Jaejoong pulled away and scowled at him. “You’re so manipulative.”
“You could tie me up and leave me like you planned,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smirked. “If you were tied up, I’d want to fuck you even more.”
“Jae, hold him,” Junsu said with a grin. “You two are talking too much.”
Jaejoong laughed. He straddled Yunho’s waist and took over, keeping Yunho’s hands above his head. Their lips met in a soft kiss, gentle but firm, tongues barely touching. Junsu gripped the top of Yunho’s sweats and he lifted his hips with a moan as Junsu pulled them and then his boxers off.
“I want to touch you, Jae,” Yunho whispered, muffled against his lips.
Jaejoong rocked his body against Yunho’s stomach, sliding down to sit on his crotch. Yunho moaned, mouth opening, kiss deepening. It’d definitely been too long since he had his lovers in bed like this. The night before Siwon’s wedding. He was going to come in seconds. Another moan tore past his lips as Jaejoong’s cloth-covered ass pushed down on his aching cock.
“Sounds like you want to come already,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho’s eyes shut tightly as he breathed deeply through his mouth, trying to control himself.
“Should I make it more difficult?” Jaejoong whispered, pressing lips and tongue to Yunho’s lips, but not kissing him. “Should I tell you about the other night when you and Angel were discussing something and Junsu shot me this come take me now look, and we sneaked off to the kitchen to fuck on the counter?”
“That was a good day,” Junsu said, making Jaejoong chuckle.
Yunho moaned and tried to kiss Jaejoong again.
“Or a few nights before that when we were still at Siwon’s and I had been in the gardens, and Junsu sucked all my worries away. Did you know that he’s beautiful on his knees, yeonin?”
Yunho nodded frantically. His eyes shot open as cloth attached to his wrist and he moaned as Junsu used a paisley orange tie to bind one hand to the headboard. Jaejoong took the multi-neon colored one and tied his other hand.
Yunho fake pouted. “I wanted to touch you.”
“Oh, it’s about to get worse,” Junsu said. He kissed Yunho’s cheek and then moved behind Jaejoong. Yunho could not see what he was doing, but definitely felt when Junsu’s warm hand wrapped around his cock. He moaned, and then cried out in utter need as a cool plastic ring snapped at the base of his cock.
Jaejoong laughed as Yunho whimpered and twisted his body. Their lips met again and Jaejoong’s hands gripped his chest. Junsu ran his hands down Yunho’s thighs and then pushed at his knees. Yunho lifted up, and then had to roll his hips down to spread his legs around Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moved his hands to Yunho’s knees, pushing him harder, bending him almost in half. His muscles protested the strain, and then Junsu’s tongue touched his entrance and he no longer cared.
Tearing away from Jaejoong’s mouth, Yunho cried out as Junsu’s tongue pushed into him. Following right after was Junsu’s slick finger, in and out, fast and deep.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he moaned, whispering Junsu’s name. “So good, SuSu. You are … a multi-tasking god.”
Junsu laughed and added another finger to both of their bodies. He played, teasing prostates and rims with his tongue, back and forth, he licked at one of them and then the other.
“Enough, enough, SuSu! Please,” Jaejoong said. His head hung down, hair over his face as he panted. Yunho’s eyes were blurry but Jaejoong had never looked better, sexier.
Yunho gasped as cool liquid suddenly covered his cock, and then screamed as his body tried to come when Junsu stroked him. He shook violently, moaning something that sounded like Junsu’s name. A soft chuckle permeated the haze and then Jaejoong moaned with him. His slick cock was held tightly, and Jaejoong sat, pushed and took him into his body. Yunho moaned at how tight Jaejoong’s body was. Jaejoong stopped, gasping. He pulled up and down slowly as his body adjusted to being full after too many weeks without. His eyes shut and then their lips pressed together again. He jerked forward and back, fucking himself. Yunho wanted to fuck him, but in that position, with his body bent mostly in half, he couldn’t.
And then Junsu’s fingers pushed into his entrance again, and Yunho didn’t care. His body spasmed again, and Jaejoong swallowed his scream. Junsu pumped two, three fingers in and out of him quickly, off beat of Jaejoong’s movements. Yunho’s brain clouded even more and nothing made sense. He whimpered when Junsu’s fingers were suddenly gone, and then Jaejoong’s body pushed completely against his, their lips no longer together. Junsu’s hands gripped his lower legs instead, holding them up while his cock pushed against Yunho’s entrance. The angle was wrong, and then his cock pushed into Yunho’s body, shallow and firm and white sparked through his vision as Junsu’s cock prodded his prostate.
“Fuck!” Yunho shouted, followed by even more expletives and he begged, harder, but Junsu grunted as he tried, the angle not letting him.
“SuSu,” Jaejoong gasped, body smashed between them.
Junsu leaned over and kissed his shoulders and back, for a moment none of them moved, just joined together as their breath echoed through the room. Then Yunho moaned and begged to come.
“Please, please, I … please.”
Junsu chuckled as he pulled out. “That’s not working.”
Yunho’s legs relaxed and then he lifted his hips as his cock almost slipped form Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moaned and pushed down with his hips and up with his hands. He lifted his body, hands gripping Yunho’s chest as he sped up, riding Yunho’s cock with his head back, eyes shut. His cock bounced between them, slapping against Yunho’s body and then his own. Sweat dripped down his face. His mouth opened with a whine. Junsu smiled and touched the tip of Jaejoong’s cock with his finger.
Jaejoong shuddered. His cock twitched and then pulsed, shooting thick strands of white over Yunho’s chest. He cried out Yunho’s name, and then tried to collapse, but Junsu wrapped his arms around his chest and held him steady while he recovered.
Yunho whimpered after awhile.
Jaejoong’s face softened with a smile and Junsu pressed a kiss to his cheek. With a sigh, Jaejoong lifted his body off Yunho’s, shuddering as Yunho’s hard cock slipped from him. He fell to the side, propped up on his elbow. He trailed a finger through his own come and then brought it up to Yunho’s mouth. Yunho eagerly licked at the treat, pulling at the restraints as he tried to suck on his finger.
Junsu went back between Yunho’s legs. He pushed as his thighs and Yunho’s lifted them. He swiped his cock up and down Yunho’s cleft until Yunho was begging, eyes blown with lust, cock almost purple and twitching. He cried out as Jaejoong wrapped a hand around his cock, and Junsu thrust into his body at the same time.
“Let me come, god, please, Jaejoong, please, I need to come.”
Jaejoong looked at Junsu. Junsu smirked and shook his head. Yunho whined, pulling on the restraints more. The pain from them melded with the pleasure and his body tried to come again. He collapsed with a whimper, wordlessly begging through heavy lidded eyes. Junsu laughed and sped up, jerking his hips hard enough that his body smacked hard against Yunho’s.
Jaejoong pressed a kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Do you want me to suck on you while Junsu fucks you?”
Yunho’s eyes flew open and he nodded. “Please. Please … please let me come in your mouth, Jaejoong.”
“We’ll see,” Jaejoong said with a grin. He kissed down Yunho’s chest, licking up the rest of his own come as he went.
Junsu moaned. “Oh, god, Jaejoong. That’s sexy.”
Jaejoong smirked up at Junsu. He licked up another splash and then kneeled. Junsu met his mouth with an eager groan, and Yunho cried out as Jaejoong’s hand found his cock and tortured him with slow strokes.
Junsu’s eyes shut and he gasped. “So … he’s … clenching and … tight, and …”
“Should we let him come?” Jaejoong asked. “It’ll just be worse.”
“Oh god, yeah. I’m … I’m going to come.”
Jaejoong smiled down at Yunho’s eager whine. His fingers gripped Yunho’s cock and a moment later the cock ring was gone. Yunho shouted out in relief and then moaned as Jaejoong dropped down and took Yunho’s cock into his mouth. Yunho and Junsu cried out at once, and Yunho’s vision went gray, cloudy and then spotted with black as pleasure and pain twisted through him with every suck from Jaejoong’s mouth. He panted, mouth open, fingers gripping tight around the ties even as he yanked on them, and then his body shook, tightening down on Junsu’s cock. Warmth spread through him, and he shot a heavy load of come into Jaejoong’s mouth. His orgasm rolled through him in waves, and then with a sigh and a smile he collapsed, weak and sated.
Lips pressed against his and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth as come dripped onto his lips. He kissed Jaejoong deeply, swallowing his own come. Another tongue joined a moment later, and then Jaejoong pulled away as Yunho and Junsu continued to kiss.
“Now,” Jaejoong said. “You stay right there and I’m going to start packing.”
Yunho pouted at him.
Jaejoong smiled. “What?”
“Don’t go yet,” Yunho said. “I want to cuddle.”
Junsu reached up and loosened the ties. Jaejoong let Yunho cling to him and he settled against them with a smile.
“Fine,” Jaejoong said. “But only for a few minutes.”
Yunho smiled. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and then to Junsu’s. “You two are so good to me. I love you.”
“Love you, pabo,” Jaejoong replied, and Junsu smiled and said the same. “And,” Jaejoong continued, touching Junsu’s cheek, “I love you.”
Junsu’s smile widened. “Really?”
Jaejoong nodded. He crawled over Yunho and curled up with Junsu. Their lips met softly.
“I’ve been an emotional mess the last few weeks and you’ve taken care of me, and talked to me and help me through it all. You’ve had no reason to, no tie to me in anyway, but you’re just that amazing, SuSu. Before Yunho found you, he told me about you briefly, and even then, I could see how much he loved you, and how much he was willing to give up to have you back. It worried me because I thought he’d leave me, sell me or abandon me. He didn’t and yes, I was jealous of how much he loved you, but now I can see why. You’re so easy to love, SuSu.”
Junsu blushed and he hid face in Jaejoong’s neck, arms holding him tightly. Yunho smiled at them and ran his hands over Jaejoong’s tattooed back. He traced the black lines with his fingertips. Jaejoong shivered and smiled at him, and then back down at Junsu. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
“I-I …” Junsu bit his lower lip and then hugged Jaejoong again.
“Do you love me?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu nodded frantically, breath hitching. “I always have. You spent a night with Bi for me. I mean, I know you did it for you, but you still did it, so I could be with him again, and-“
“I know, Su. You already thanked me for that.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. “Only … someone like you, loyal and caring and selfless would ever do that. I’ve always loved you, I-I just never thought…”
“Neither did I, SuSu,” Jaejoong said, “but I do.”
Junsu finally met his eyes, not trying to hide his tears. “I love you.” He nodded his head in finality and then laughed and kissed Jaejoong again. Yunho rolled over and joined their kiss.
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It took less time to pack than Yunho had expected, and that’s really because Jaejoong just packed everything they had. They had no idea how long they were going to be on Doushite, and a part of Yunho wondered if they would even come back.
If everything went well, then that meant Jaejoong and Changmin would stay, reign as kings of their own land again.
The thought caused Yunho fierce pride, but also a level of sadness, because his home was Shinki. And if everything went well, then he’d be a Governor on ShinKi, and he’d be able to change the government. He could not do that if he stayed on Doushite with Jaejoong. He would have Junsu, but part of his heart would be missing if Jaejoong was not with them.
Throughout the day, Yunho grew a little more withdrawn, a little more depressed. He told Jaejoong he was only tired from their early morning sex, and even though the Doushiten stopped asking, Yunho could tell he didn’t believe him. But no matter what, he kept it to himself. He buried the worry and the new thoughts deeply, because he did not want to give Jaejoong one more thing to worry about.
“Hey,” Yoona said as she plopped on the couch next to him. “We’re all ready to-hey, are you all right?”
Yunho nodded.
“God, you’re a liar. What’s wrong with you?”
Yunho smiled at her. “If everything happens the way we want and need it to happen, the consequences are …”
“Are?”
Yunho sighed. “Think about it, NaNa. If Changmin gives you everything you want, what are we going to do? I have to be a Governer, if I want to change the world.”
Yoona pouted and then said, “And that means-“
“We’d have to come back to ShinKi, and Changmin and Jaejoong would stay on Doushite.”
“Fucking shit,” Yoona said.
Yunho snorted in amusement at her language. “Yep. My thoughts exactly.”
Sequel: Tears of the Poor
Part 24: The Pussy | Part 23: The Polarity | Part 22: The Poison | Part 21: The Paramour | Part 20: The Peace | Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 25: The Passage
All right. Before you all freak out about OMG THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! I am going to write a sequel to this fic called "Tears of the Poor". The sequel to this fic will take place on Doushite. I'm really excited for this part, and I hope you all are too. Don't worry. There will be lots of YunJaeSu smutting, some Changmin/Yoona drama and a lot of angst and action and stuff.
Yunho’s energy faded fast through the evening. Normally, he’d be able to chat with Heechul, or plan things with Angel, but just after dinner, his eyes refused to open and his body sagged on the couch. Something warm settled next to him, and Yunho smiled, half asleep, as he recognized Jaejoong’s body. He muttered something that he hoped was I love you into Jaejoong’s chest and then let himself sleep.
He woke up in his own bed just as the sun rose over the horizon.
Again, familiar warmth wrapped around his body. He turned his head and smiled at Jaejoong. His blond Doushiten returned the smile, and then lightly kissed his lips.
“I meant to tell you yesterday,” Jaejoong whispered, “that I’m not mad at you. Junsu said you thought I’d be mad at you, but then Yoona assured me that your little tryst with her was nothing to scream about.”
Yunho nodded as Jaejoong kissed him again. “It felt good, but not the planet stopping, star destroying, pleasure that you and Junsu give me.”
“Hm,” Jaejoong said against his lips, “why is that?”
“Because you have a cock to shove in my ass.”
Jaejoong lifted away from him. His lips twitched in a smile as he said, “I was looking for ‘because I love you’ but I guess that works too.”
Yunho laughed. “I do love you. So much.” He hugged Jaejoong close.
“I love you. You slept through your morning conference calls, but Yoona handled them smoothly, and now everyone thinks you’re deathly ill, and the press is already speculating about the cancelation of your honeymoon.”
“Good,” Yunho said. “Keep them guessing until we actually leave.”
“Heechul and Angel think it would be a good idea for us to go to Siwon’s until we leave for Doushite.”
“That is definitely a good idea.”
“Yeah, it just means I’m going to have to pack everything today, which means you have to stay out of my way.”
“Maybe I’ll just stay in bed,” Yunho said.
“That’s what I was going to say next, but neither Junsu nor I think you’re capable of that, so we thought you might want to make use of your ugly ties again.”
Yunho shivered and his cock twitched. “No need. I’ll be good. And besides, I’ll get to watch you move around and bend over and do that cute thing when you stick out your tongue when you’re thinking. That’s enough to keep me in bed.”
Jaejoong smiled, and Yunho’s breath caught. There was still a tightness around Jaejoong’s eyes, a depth to him that showed he was worried, concerned, afraid. Yet, here in bed, the love and happiness subdued the rest. Yunho touched Jaejoong’s cheek and his eyes shut. He turned his face and kissed Yunho’s palm.
“You’re so beautiful, Jaejoong. I love you so much.”
Jaejoong kissed him, hands gripping his stomach, almost desperately, reminding Yunho how long it’d been since he’d loved and been loved by his Doushite. Tension, a different kind, flew through them both.
“I … fuck, I … need you.”
Yunho bit down on Jaejoong’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” Jaejoong said with a low growl.
Yunho moaned. “God, please. Please.”
“Just show you that she may have gotten you off, but you know that I’m the only one that makes your blood churn and your body explode.”
“Are you going to punish me for causing you so much distress?” Yunho whispered and then chewed on Jaejoong’s earlobe.
“Pack. Have to pack, Yunho. Fuck.” Their lips joined again, their tongues touched and then licked at lips and teeth. Jaejoong broke away with a gasp. Yunho moved the kiss to his neck, up to his ear. Jaejoong shivered, and then he shouted, “Junsu!”
“Hm, good idea,” Yunho said. He lifted his hips, pressing his erection against Jaejoong’s leg. “I want you both right now.”
“God,” Jaejoong muttered something in Doushiten just before their lips met again.
The door opened and Junsu laughed. “This is either Jaejoong’s fault or Yunho’s fault, which I would doubt because he doesn’t have the energy, but all Yunho would have to do is tempt Jaejoong close and this would happen and he wouldn’t have to move.”
Jaejoong smiled into their kiss and Yunho deepened it. He ran his hand up Jaejoong’s arm and then gripped the back of his neck. The bed dipped next to him and firm fingers pulled his arm away and Yunho whined as Jaejoong slowly retreated. Junsu lay on his other side and pressed a kiss to his lower neck.
“Jaejoong has to pack, love,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho pouted.
Jaejoong laughed. “Let me pack for a little while and then I’ll come and take a break.”
“Fine,” Yunho said. He curled around Junsu instead and their lips met harshly.
“That’s it. Time for the ties,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu laughed. “No, we’ll be good.”
“I can’t be good right now,” Yunho said, voice just above a growl. “I want you. I want someone to fuck me.” He saw them both shiver and smiled in victory.
Junsu kissed him, a possessive growl swirling through Yunho’s skin. He grabbed Yunho’s wrists and pinned them above his head, using the same movement to straddle his hips. Yunho whimpered and lifted up, rocking his erection against Junsu’s body.
Junsu broke away from his mouth with a gasp. His cock was hard in a moment, and already a wet spot was darkening the gray sweats.
“Su-ah, please, please,” Yunho whispered. “SuSu, fuck me.”
“Oh, god,” Jaejoong said, and then bed dipped again. “Just fuck him already. If we get it over with, then maybe I can get everything packed on time.”
Yunho smiled widely and then kissed Jaejoong, but Jaejoong pulled away and scowled at him. “You’re so manipulative.”
“You could tie me up and leave me like you planned,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smirked. “If you were tied up, I’d want to fuck you even more.”
“Jae, hold him,” Junsu said with a grin. “You two are talking too much.”
Jaejoong laughed. He straddled Yunho’s waist and took over, keeping Yunho’s hands above his head. Their lips met in a soft kiss, gentle but firm, tongues barely touching. Junsu gripped the top of Yunho’s sweats and he lifted his hips with a moan as Junsu pulled them and then his boxers off.
“I want to touch you, Jae,” Yunho whispered, muffled against his lips.
Jaejoong rocked his body against Yunho’s stomach, sliding down to sit on his crotch. Yunho moaned, mouth opening, kiss deepening. It’d definitely been too long since he had his lovers in bed like this. The night before Siwon’s wedding. He was going to come in seconds. Another moan tore past his lips as Jaejoong’s cloth-covered ass pushed down on his aching cock.
“Sounds like you want to come already,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho’s eyes shut tightly as he breathed deeply through his mouth, trying to control himself.
“Should I make it more difficult?” Jaejoong whispered, pressing lips and tongue to Yunho’s lips, but not kissing him. “Should I tell you about the other night when you and Angel were discussing something and Junsu shot me this come take me now look, and we sneaked off to the kitchen to fuck on the counter?”
“That was a good day,” Junsu said, making Jaejoong chuckle.
Yunho moaned and tried to kiss Jaejoong again.
“Or a few nights before that when we were still at Siwon’s and I had been in the gardens, and Junsu sucked all my worries away. Did you know that he’s beautiful on his knees, yeonin?”
Yunho nodded frantically. His eyes shot open as cloth attached to his wrist and he moaned as Junsu used a paisley orange tie to bind one hand to the headboard. Jaejoong took the multi-neon colored one and tied his other hand.
Yunho fake pouted. “I wanted to touch you.”
“Oh, it’s about to get worse,” Junsu said. He kissed Yunho’s cheek and then moved behind Jaejoong. Yunho could not see what he was doing, but definitely felt when Junsu’s warm hand wrapped around his cock. He moaned, and then cried out in utter need as a cool plastic ring snapped at the base of his cock.
Jaejoong laughed as Yunho whimpered and twisted his body. Their lips met again and Jaejoong’s hands gripped his chest. Junsu ran his hands down Yunho’s thighs and then pushed at his knees. Yunho lifted up, and then had to roll his hips down to spread his legs around Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moved his hands to Yunho’s knees, pushing him harder, bending him almost in half. His muscles protested the strain, and then Junsu’s tongue touched his entrance and he no longer cared.
Tearing away from Jaejoong’s mouth, Yunho cried out as Junsu’s tongue pushed into him. Following right after was Junsu’s slick finger, in and out, fast and deep.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he moaned, whispering Junsu’s name. “So good, SuSu. You are … a multi-tasking god.”
Junsu laughed and added another finger to both of their bodies. He played, teasing prostates and rims with his tongue, back and forth, he licked at one of them and then the other.
“Enough, enough, SuSu! Please,” Jaejoong said. His head hung down, hair over his face as he panted. Yunho’s eyes were blurry but Jaejoong had never looked better, sexier.
Yunho gasped as cool liquid suddenly covered his cock, and then screamed as his body tried to come when Junsu stroked him. He shook violently, moaning something that sounded like Junsu’s name. A soft chuckle permeated the haze and then Jaejoong moaned with him. His slick cock was held tightly, and Jaejoong sat, pushed and took him into his body. Yunho moaned at how tight Jaejoong’s body was. Jaejoong stopped, gasping. He pulled up and down slowly as his body adjusted to being full after too many weeks without. His eyes shut and then their lips pressed together again. He jerked forward and back, fucking himself. Yunho wanted to fuck him, but in that position, with his body bent mostly in half, he couldn’t.
And then Junsu’s fingers pushed into his entrance again, and Yunho didn’t care. His body spasmed again, and Jaejoong swallowed his scream. Junsu pumped two, three fingers in and out of him quickly, off beat of Jaejoong’s movements. Yunho’s brain clouded even more and nothing made sense. He whimpered when Junsu’s fingers were suddenly gone, and then Jaejoong’s body pushed completely against his, their lips no longer together. Junsu’s hands gripped his lower legs instead, holding them up while his cock pushed against Yunho’s entrance. The angle was wrong, and then his cock pushed into Yunho’s body, shallow and firm and white sparked through his vision as Junsu’s cock prodded his prostate.
“Fuck!” Yunho shouted, followed by even more expletives and he begged, harder, but Junsu grunted as he tried, the angle not letting him.
“SuSu,” Jaejoong gasped, body smashed between them.
Junsu leaned over and kissed his shoulders and back, for a moment none of them moved, just joined together as their breath echoed through the room. Then Yunho moaned and begged to come.
“Please, please, I … please.”
Junsu chuckled as he pulled out. “That’s not working.”
Yunho’s legs relaxed and then he lifted his hips as his cock almost slipped form Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moaned and pushed down with his hips and up with his hands. He lifted his body, hands gripping Yunho’s chest as he sped up, riding Yunho’s cock with his head back, eyes shut. His cock bounced between them, slapping against Yunho’s body and then his own. Sweat dripped down his face. His mouth opened with a whine. Junsu smiled and touched the tip of Jaejoong’s cock with his finger.
Jaejoong shuddered. His cock twitched and then pulsed, shooting thick strands of white over Yunho’s chest. He cried out Yunho’s name, and then tried to collapse, but Junsu wrapped his arms around his chest and held him steady while he recovered.
Yunho whimpered after awhile.
Jaejoong’s face softened with a smile and Junsu pressed a kiss to his cheek. With a sigh, Jaejoong lifted his body off Yunho’s, shuddering as Yunho’s hard cock slipped from him. He fell to the side, propped up on his elbow. He trailed a finger through his own come and then brought it up to Yunho’s mouth. Yunho eagerly licked at the treat, pulling at the restraints as he tried to suck on his finger.
Junsu went back between Yunho’s legs. He pushed as his thighs and Yunho’s lifted them. He swiped his cock up and down Yunho’s cleft until Yunho was begging, eyes blown with lust, cock almost purple and twitching. He cried out as Jaejoong wrapped a hand around his cock, and Junsu thrust into his body at the same time.
“Let me come, god, please, Jaejoong, please, I need to come.”
Jaejoong looked at Junsu. Junsu smirked and shook his head. Yunho whined, pulling on the restraints more. The pain from them melded with the pleasure and his body tried to come again. He collapsed with a whimper, wordlessly begging through heavy lidded eyes. Junsu laughed and sped up, jerking his hips hard enough that his body smacked hard against Yunho’s.
Jaejoong pressed a kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Do you want me to suck on you while Junsu fucks you?”
Yunho’s eyes flew open and he nodded. “Please. Please … please let me come in your mouth, Jaejoong.”
“We’ll see,” Jaejoong said with a grin. He kissed down Yunho’s chest, licking up the rest of his own come as he went.
Junsu moaned. “Oh, god, Jaejoong. That’s sexy.”
Jaejoong smirked up at Junsu. He licked up another splash and then kneeled. Junsu met his mouth with an eager groan, and Yunho cried out as Jaejoong’s hand found his cock and tortured him with slow strokes.
Junsu’s eyes shut and he gasped. “So … he’s … clenching and … tight, and …”
“Should we let him come?” Jaejoong asked. “It’ll just be worse.”
“Oh god, yeah. I’m … I’m going to come.”
Jaejoong smiled down at Yunho’s eager whine. His fingers gripped Yunho’s cock and a moment later the cock ring was gone. Yunho shouted out in relief and then moaned as Jaejoong dropped down and took Yunho’s cock into his mouth. Yunho and Junsu cried out at once, and Yunho’s vision went gray, cloudy and then spotted with black as pleasure and pain twisted through him with every suck from Jaejoong’s mouth. He panted, mouth open, fingers gripping tight around the ties even as he yanked on them, and then his body shook, tightening down on Junsu’s cock. Warmth spread through him, and he shot a heavy load of come into Jaejoong’s mouth. His orgasm rolled through him in waves, and then with a sigh and a smile he collapsed, weak and sated.
Lips pressed against his and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth as come dripped onto his lips. He kissed Jaejoong deeply, swallowing his own come. Another tongue joined a moment later, and then Jaejoong pulled away as Yunho and Junsu continued to kiss.
“Now,” Jaejoong said. “You stay right there and I’m going to start packing.”
Yunho pouted at him.
Jaejoong smiled. “What?”
“Don’t go yet,” Yunho said. “I want to cuddle.”
Junsu reached up and loosened the ties. Jaejoong let Yunho cling to him and he settled against them with a smile.
“Fine,” Jaejoong said. “But only for a few minutes.”
Yunho smiled. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and then to Junsu’s. “You two are so good to me. I love you.”
“Love you, pabo,” Jaejoong replied, and Junsu smiled and said the same. “And,” Jaejoong continued, touching Junsu’s cheek, “I love you.”
Junsu’s smile widened. “Really?”
Jaejoong nodded. He crawled over Yunho and curled up with Junsu. Their lips met softly.
“I’ve been an emotional mess the last few weeks and you’ve taken care of me, and talked to me and help me through it all. You’ve had no reason to, no tie to me in anyway, but you’re just that amazing, SuSu. Before Yunho found you, he told me about you briefly, and even then, I could see how much he loved you, and how much he was willing to give up to have you back. It worried me because I thought he’d leave me, sell me or abandon me. He didn’t and yes, I was jealous of how much he loved you, but now I can see why. You’re so easy to love, SuSu.”
Junsu blushed and he hid face in Jaejoong’s neck, arms holding him tightly. Yunho smiled at them and ran his hands over Jaejoong’s tattooed back. He traced the black lines with his fingertips. Jaejoong shivered and smiled at him, and then back down at Junsu. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
“I-I …” Junsu bit his lower lip and then hugged Jaejoong again.
“Do you love me?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu nodded frantically, breath hitching. “I always have. You spent a night with Bi for me. I mean, I know you did it for you, but you still did it, so I could be with him again, and-“
“I know, Su. You already thanked me for that.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. “Only … someone like you, loyal and caring and selfless would ever do that. I’ve always loved you, I-I just never thought…”
“Neither did I, SuSu,” Jaejoong said, “but I do.”
Junsu finally met his eyes, not trying to hide his tears. “I love you.” He nodded his head in finality and then laughed and kissed Jaejoong again. Yunho rolled over and joined their kiss.
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It took less time to pack than Yunho had expected, and that’s really because Jaejoong just packed everything they had. They had no idea how long they were going to be on Doushite, and a part of Yunho wondered if they would even come back.
If everything went well, then that meant Jaejoong and Changmin would stay, reign as kings of their own land again.
The thought caused Yunho fierce pride, but also a level of sadness, because his home was Shinki. And if everything went well, then he’d be a Governor on ShinKi, and he’d be able to change the government. He could not do that if he stayed on Doushite with Jaejoong. He would have Junsu, but part of his heart would be missing if Jaejoong was not with them.
Throughout the day, Yunho grew a little more withdrawn, a little more depressed. He told Jaejoong he was only tired from their early morning sex, and even though the Doushiten stopped asking, Yunho could tell he didn’t believe him. But no matter what, he kept it to himself. He buried the worry and the new thoughts deeply, because he did not want to give Jaejoong one more thing to worry about.
“Hey,” Yoona said as she plopped on the couch next to him. “We’re all ready to-hey, are you all right?”
Yunho nodded.
“God, you’re a liar. What’s wrong with you?”
Yunho smiled at her. “If everything happens the way we want and need it to happen, the consequences are …”
“Are?”
Yunho sighed. “Think about it, NaNa. If Changmin gives you everything you want, what are we going to do? I have to be a Governer, if I want to change the world.”
Yoona pouted and then said, “And that means-“
“We’d have to come back to ShinKi, and Changmin and Jaejoong would stay on Doushite.”
“Fucking shit,” Yoona said.
Yunho snorted in amusement at her language. “Yep. My thoughts exactly.”
Sequel: Tears of the Poor
Part 24: The Pussy | Part 23: The Polarity | Part 22: The Poison | Part 21: The Paramour | Part 20: The Peace | Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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