Always Hope 3/7
Title: Always Hope 3/7
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
Part 3:
this chapter picks up right where the last one left off
“You two have no idea how sexy you are together. Pet, hands and knees, now.”
Junho pulled away from Junsu and dropped to the floor. His wings sparkled in the light, and Junsu’s breath caught. Yes, Captain Jaejoong was beautiful, but he lacked the innate grace of a NeFaerie.
“Isn’t he amazing, new pet?”
Junsu looked up and met Jaejoong’s eyes. He nodded. “The most sought after of our village.”
Jaejoong scowled at him. “I think the first thing you should learn is to call me master.”
Junsu’s look hardened. A short whip he hadn’t noticed laced through the air and cracked against his brother’s wings. Junho shouted out, and Junsu winced.
He swallowed his pride and a lump in his throat and said, “Yes, master,” not quite masking his distaste for the word.
But Jaejoong smiled. “Good enough, for now.” He moved across the room and sat on a divan. He pondered the two of them for a moment. “From now on, when I snap my fingers once, my pet will come to me, and when I snap them twice, my new pet will come to me. Shall we try it out?” He snapped his fingers twice, and Junsu shuffled over to him.
“Aren’t pets supposed to crawl?” Jaejoong said.
Junsu shut his eyes in irritation, but remembered his promise to his brother. He crawled over to Jaejoong.
“Such a good pet,” he said and ran his hands through Junsu’s long hair.
For the first time in his life, Junsu hated being so sensitive to touch. He arched into the hand almost automatically.
“Just like your brother,” he said, smug and arrogant.
Junsu took a deep breath to keep from saying something stupid.
“Your brother is pretty like that, isn’t he? Kneeling and waiting to be used.”
“Yes,” Junsu said, and then winced and added “master” when the fingers in his hair pulled.
“Now, you may not remember this, since you both passed out so soon yesterday, but your ass felt so good around my cock, that I want to feel it again.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned into his face. “Yes, my new pet. I couldn’t wait for you to be conscious, so I fucked you, and your body tore and your blood tastes as good as your brother’s.” He licked the side of Junsu’s face, wet, obscene, across to his mouth and kissed him. Junsu wished he could kiss his brother again instead of this sick monster.
“Climb up here, new pet.”.
Junsu inhaled deeply and then did as he was told, moving as Jaejoong directed him until he was straddling him, knees on either side of his legs. Firm hands ran up and down the back of his thighs, and Junsu bit back a moan at the sensation. No one had ever touched him there. Well, at least not when he was conscious. He’s sure Jaejoong had the day before because of the small aches and twinges of pain on his skin.
“Are you watching, pet?”
“Yes, master.”
Junsu shivered and partially understood his brother’s shame. He wasn’t resisting this at all, and he should have been. Fighting this man, instead of being so eager to please him. But the sound of a whip and his brother’s cry kept him from it.
Jaejoong produced a blue bottle and poured a copious amount of the viscous fluid over his fingers. It smelled of tangy citrus and Junsu’s nose scrunched up at how strong it was. After tossing the bottle aside, he gripped Junsu’s cock with the slick hand and stroked up. Junsu tensed, shouted out in pure pleasure and thrust into the hand as his body immediately responded.
Jaejoong laughed, and Junsu blushed in shame. He stroked Junsu a few more times, and then cupped his balls, pulling a low moan from Junsu’s throat. His head lowered, eyes shut as he tried to control the shivers in his body. The two fingers quested further back and he quivered as they slipped over skin never before touched. It felt entirely too good.
“Should I prep him first, pet, or just see if he can take me all at once?”
Junho cleared his throat. “Prep him, master.”
“Why?”
“Because he will enjoy your fingers inside him, master.”
Junsu snorted in disbelief.
Hey, if I had said something about it hurting you, he wouldn’t prep you at all, Junho said.
“Is your brother right, new pet? Will you enjoy my fingers inside you?”
Junsu didn’t even need to lie. “Yes, m-master.”
The pad of one finger pushed against his entrance, slowly tracing the puckered skin. More pleasure wracked through Junsu than he thought was possible as the finger pushed harder, entering him. He threw his head back and gasped, fingers clenching Jaejoong’s shoulders. He whined and lowered his hips, the finger going deeper. His mouth stayed open as he panted harshly, hips moving by themselves. He rocked, back and forth until he felt Jaejoong’s hand against his ass.
“Your brother wasn’t nearly as eager when I first took him,” Jaejoong said with a laugh. “Though I didn’t have the threat of abusing his brother to convince him.”
Junsu barely understood. Just the pleasure, just the … he whimpered as Jaejoong rotated his finger, almost pulling it out and then pushing it back in. Sparks flew behind his eyes. His wings shivered and spread, and everything spun and twisted and …
“P-please. Please … “ Junsu tried to move faster.
Jaejoong told him to stop, and with difficulty he did. He waited, skin burning with pleasure filled fire as Jaejoong removed his finger. Junsu’s whine turned to a cry as the finger returned but with another and pushed deep into him, stretching him more. His body shook. He tried to move, but gave up, sagging weakly against Jaejoong’s shoulder. He panted, inhaling the stabilizing scent of Jaejoong’s skin. It overwhelmed the citrus with earthy spices like cinnamon and vanilla. Junsu tried to taste it, licking at the skin and at Jaejoong’s collarbones..
“You can come, my new pet, if you need to.”
Junsu needed to. But he needed to-he cried out as fingers wrapped around his cock again, and only two strokes later, with those fingers buried deep inside him, he came, shooting his load all over Jaejoong’s muscled chest and stomach. He cut his cry short with an agonized gasp, cursing himself for enjoying that so much. He hid his face against Jaejoong’s neck again as his skin turned a deeper shade of shamed red.
“You made a mess, my new pet. Clean it up.”
Junsu tried to move, but his body was too pleasured. He whined as those fingers left him, and then hissed as pain lashed through his wings. He fell back, lost his balance and landed hard on his knees on the floor. His head rested on Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Clean it up,” Jaejoong snapped and slapped Junsu’s cheek.. “I hate repeating myself.”
Junsu forced his eyes open. His come was all over the captain’s skin. He licked his lips and then very slowly leaned forward. He gagged on the first taste, and then with a firm resolve, lapped up every drop, including the one at the base of Jaejoong’s hard cock. His tongue diverted from the task a few times as he got lost in the ridges of muscles.
“Good boy, my new pet.” He lifted his cock away from his body, and Junsu licked the head without being told. “Hm, so eager.”
Junsu hummed from the praise, and almost purred as the Captain stroked his cheek. He took more of the hard cock into his mouth and throat.
“Your brother is going to have to teach you how to do that properly. Now, back up here. Come on.”
Junsu’s limbs protested as he climbed over the Jaejoong’s lap. Jaejoong kissed him, needy and hard, tongue digging into his throat.
“You taste sweeter than your brother.”
Junsu shivered as hands gripped his ass, massaged. Fingertips teased his hole. His cock was still so hard. He whimpered through the kiss as the soft head of the captain’s cock teased his body.
“Do you want it, my new pet?”
“Y-yes, master,” Junsu said, voice quivering with need.
“Take it.”
Junsu pushed his hips down, crying out as the wide head stretched him beyond what was comfortable. He gasped, retreating from the pain. But those large hands didn’t let him. They gripped his hips, holding him still and then Jaejoong thrust up.
Junsu cried out as he was taken. His head dropped back, mouth open, and then, almost like he wasn’t himself but seeing the scene from above, he realized he was doing it. He was moving, bouncing up and down on Jaejoong’s lap, taking the cock over and over into his body despite the pain, despite the shame. It felt amazing. So good to be touched inside his body so deeply. When his ass hit Jaejoong’s hips, he whined in need because he wanted more, wanted it deeper and harder.
He shivered uncontrollably as he tried to speed up.
Jaejoong cursed, and then pushed him away. Junsu cried out as he landed on the side of the couch, one hand on the floor to keep from falling off. He barely had time to catch his breath and then his ass cheeks were spread again, and the pleasure quadrupled.
“Pet, fuck his mouth. Now.”
Junsu whined, hips thrusting back, wanting more. His wings were shaking so hard he thought they might fall off. Fingers trailed through his hair, and a voice in his head told him to lift up. He did, eyes blurry with need. He saw his brother’s equally lust-filled gaze and then dropped his eyes to his cock. His hard cock. Junsu whimpered and lunged for it, catching the tip with his tongue.
Junho moaned, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Fuck his mouth.”
Junho grunted and did, trying to go slow and not gag Junsu, but Junsu didn’t want that. He wanted the pleasure from being taken. He wanted it. He licked at his brother’s cock, tried to tell him through the haze in his brain that he loved it and he wanted it. Junho moaned and sped up, fucking his throat, and every time Junsu gagged, he cursed himself and said the next one he wouldn’t.
Re … you … fuck, Su-ah. You have to relax, if you want it all. Just … His brother showed him what he meant. Showed him how to relax his jaw and his throat and take him all.
Junsu almost shouted out in joy as he did it. And then again. And again, taking all of his brother deep, his face buried in the sweet smell of his body.
Jaejoong fucked him harder, and Junsu finally understood why his brother liked this so much. His body shook and more pleasure than he’d ever felt coursed through him being fucked from both ends. It felt good to be touched, but to have things inside him, pushing at skin so sensitive was amazing. Addicting.
A thought of being filled even more, stretched and opened and fucked until he passed out was enough to have him coming again. He pulled away from his brother, slammed himself back on Jaejoong and screamed as another orgasm violently tore through him. He would have collapsed as he pumped out his release, but Junho grabbed his shoulders.
Jaejoong slowed his thrusts, and Junsu sucked his brother back into his mouth. He grinned and met his brother’s eyes, his own clouded with satiated lust.
“It’s going to be so much fun having two of you. Pet, come and fuck your brother. I have a ship to fly.”
Junsu whined when Junho moved away, but he bent down and pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips and then walked around the couch. Junsu leaned his face on the arm, skin tingling with pleasure. He moaned as the Captain slipped from him, and then moaned again as warm liquid dripped down his thighs. Jaejoong had come inside him and he hadn’t even noticed. He rolled his hips, listening to it squelch inside him. Junho’s hands gripped his ass, and he moaned again as his brother pushed into him.
Jaejoong entered Junsu’s vision and said, “Lick me clean, my new pet. It’s your ass that made me come after all.”
Junsu smiled and opened his mouth, really too content to lift his head.
Jaejoong laughed and slapped his cheek lightly. “Lazy, bad pet,” he said, but still pushed his cock into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu sucked on it, swallowing the tangy taste, rolling the softening cock around with his tongue.
He pulled away too soon and Junsu pouted up at him.
Jaejoong patted his cheek again. “Don’t worry, my pets. I’ll be back. I’m not sure how long I’ll be but you better be fucking each other in some way or form when I get back.”
He bent down and kissed Junsu briefly and then kissed Junho. He sashayed across the room, and Junsu watched him until his beauty disappeared behind a door.
“God, he’s beautiful,” Junsu said.
Junho snorted.
“Beautiful, but an asshole.”
“You all right?” Junho asked, a soft hand on Junsu’s lower back. He was barely moving, slowly, in and out of his brother’s body.
“Hm, yeah. You?”
“Eh. I guess.” We should have this conversation mentally though. He has transmitters and recorders here, and cameras.
Kinky.
You have no idea.
My brother is fucking me on his orders. I have some idea.
If I stop, he’ll punish us both.
Who said I wanted you to stop? Junsu looked behind him. “Go faster.”
Junho swallowed and then shook his head. “You’re crazy, brother.”
“You feel good, brother. Go faster.”
Junho sped up, a tiny bit, not nearly enough. Junsu grunted in irritation and pushed up, knocking them back. Junho wrapped his arms around Junsu’s body to steady them. They both paused, getting used to the new angle, and then Junho kissed the vine tattoo on his shoulder. Junsu moaned and rocked his hips slowly.
“God, this should not feel this good,” Junsu whined. He lifted his arms and hooked them around his brother’s neck. Their heads turned and their lips met softly. Junsu moaned in protest as Junho held him tighter when he tried to go faster.
“Bro, come on,” Junsu whispered. “Let me speed up a little.”
“He could be gone for hours, Su-ah. Don’t waste your energy.”
“But it feels so good,” Junsu said and whined.
Junho snorted. “Didn’t take long to convince you to like sex.”
“God, how … damn … just … “
Junho pulled out, and Junsu whined, falling forward, hands on the arm of the couch. He shook his ass at his brother.
Junho laughed and spanked him lightly. “Roll over so I can really kiss you.”
“Ooh, good idea.” Junsu rolled onto his back. Junho settled himself between his legs and then leaned over him, hands on either side of his head. He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips, and then another, and another, until Junsu grew frustrated. “Bro, come on.”
“What?” Junho said innocently. “I’m kissing you.”
Junsu pouted. “Kiss me really good.”
“Fine.” He lowered his mouth at the same time he lowered his hips, pushing his erection against Junsu’s. Pleasure zoomed through Junsu in an instant. He rolled his hips up, lifted his legs, shivering as Junho’s cock slid between his slick ass cheeks. Junsu carded his fingers through his brother’s short hair, moaning into his mouth, licking at his lips and begging for more.
Junho smiled. God, fine. He deepened the kiss, tongue digging into Junsu’s mouth. He rocked his hips against Junsu’s body, moaning too at the sensation of those mounds clenching at his cock.
“Inside me, inside me, bro, come on, inside me.”
“Our master has unleashed a sex fiend,” Junho said with a laugh.
“Oh, god, inside, put your dick inside me now.”
“Okay, okay. Fuck.” Junho grabbed his cock and held it against Junsu’s stretched opening. But he didn’t push in. He swiped it over the puckered skin, swirled it, dipped in enough to tease and then pulled out again. Over and over, until Junsu was quivering, begging in unintelligible groans and whimpers. His fingers clenched Junho’s shoulder, spasming with every burst of pleasure through his skin. Junsu was in agony. It felt so good, but he needed more. Wanted more. He pried a hand from his brother’s body and wrapped it around his cock.
“Now, now, brother. That’s cheating.”
“Then fuck me, you wingless insect.”
Junho laughed and very slowly pushed into his brother’s body. It wasn’t too tight, but it still stole his breath.
Junsu struggled below him, eyes shut tight, whimpering. The stretch was so good. So so so good. “Mm, more, bro, more.”
“I have no more to give you,” Junho said with a lick to his lips. “Well. Maybe.” He pushed up, leaving Junsu’s sweaty skin suddenly cold and pebbled. He shivered. Junho thrust into him a few times from this new angle. “Grab behind your knees, Su-ah.”
Junsu whimpered as he did as he was told. The angle changed, and Junsu tried to roll his hips up to feel that delicious, tight slide again. Junho groaned and thrust into him, a little harder from this angle.
“You’re … distracting …” Junho took a deep breath to stabilize himself. He stopped almost completely buried in Junsu, despite Junsu’s whimpers.
“Bro, please, I …”
“You want more. I’m going to give you more.” Junho’s finger touched next to his cock, and Junsu almost screamed. His hips rose, begging, and Junho slipped the digit into his hole, sliding it around and over, deep into his brother. He added as second finger immediately, and then curled them, rotating them around his cock.
“Junho! Fuck!”
“Too much?”
“No, move! Please, please.”
Junho chuckled. He fucked Junsu slowly, but moved his fingers fast. A third one slipped in without him even realizing it, but Junsu felt it. Felt the stretch. He couldn’t move or do anything but clench the muscles of his brother’s chest and grip behind one knee. Pain registered there from his fingernails and he didn’t care.
“Touch me, Touch me, god, Ho, touch me. Please.”
Junho moaned, and Junsu’s brain clouded from that noise. He cried out when Junho’s hand wrapped around his cock, and then screamed as he came suddenly, violently, body clamping down on Junho as he sprayed come all over his chest and stomach.
His legs went weak and he lowered them. He knew there was a goofy smile on his face, and he tried in vain to care. Everything about this was so wrong, but considering the circumstances, he’d rather be with his brother than with Jaejoong. He gasped when Junho’s mouth covered his nipple and then licked down his stomach, cleaning up his come.
“That feels so good,” Junsu said.
Junho smiled just before their lips met. His cock still slowly moved in and out of him. “Something tells me you’re going to have more fun with the toys than I did.”
“Toys?” Junsu questioned.
Junho nodded. “Butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, cock rings, nipple clamps.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. What do those words even mean?”
Junho laughed and said, “Trust me, you’re going to find out.”
Their lips met and they kissed.
So how is Mom? Junho asked.
Junsu mentally winced. Last I saw her, she was all right, but that was almost a year ago. The Chiksos are wicked and …
I know. Trust me, I know.
I’m so glad you’re not dead.
Me, too.
They both thought: As long as I am still alive, there is always hope.
They shared a smile and then kissed again, and again. It was a show for the cameras, but in their minds they talked about home and their family and their friends. And wondered if there was a way to win in this unfair war.
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
Part 3:
this chapter picks up right where the last one left off
“You two have no idea how sexy you are together. Pet, hands and knees, now.”
Junho pulled away from Junsu and dropped to the floor. His wings sparkled in the light, and Junsu’s breath caught. Yes, Captain Jaejoong was beautiful, but he lacked the innate grace of a NeFaerie.
“Isn’t he amazing, new pet?”
Junsu looked up and met Jaejoong’s eyes. He nodded. “The most sought after of our village.”
Jaejoong scowled at him. “I think the first thing you should learn is to call me master.”
Junsu’s look hardened. A short whip he hadn’t noticed laced through the air and cracked against his brother’s wings. Junho shouted out, and Junsu winced.
He swallowed his pride and a lump in his throat and said, “Yes, master,” not quite masking his distaste for the word.
But Jaejoong smiled. “Good enough, for now.” He moved across the room and sat on a divan. He pondered the two of them for a moment. “From now on, when I snap my fingers once, my pet will come to me, and when I snap them twice, my new pet will come to me. Shall we try it out?” He snapped his fingers twice, and Junsu shuffled over to him.
“Aren’t pets supposed to crawl?” Jaejoong said.
Junsu shut his eyes in irritation, but remembered his promise to his brother. He crawled over to Jaejoong.
“Such a good pet,” he said and ran his hands through Junsu’s long hair.
For the first time in his life, Junsu hated being so sensitive to touch. He arched into the hand almost automatically.
“Just like your brother,” he said, smug and arrogant.
Junsu took a deep breath to keep from saying something stupid.
“Your brother is pretty like that, isn’t he? Kneeling and waiting to be used.”
“Yes,” Junsu said, and then winced and added “master” when the fingers in his hair pulled.
“Now, you may not remember this, since you both passed out so soon yesterday, but your ass felt so good around my cock, that I want to feel it again.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned into his face. “Yes, my new pet. I couldn’t wait for you to be conscious, so I fucked you, and your body tore and your blood tastes as good as your brother’s.” He licked the side of Junsu’s face, wet, obscene, across to his mouth and kissed him. Junsu wished he could kiss his brother again instead of this sick monster.
“Climb up here, new pet.”.
Junsu inhaled deeply and then did as he was told, moving as Jaejoong directed him until he was straddling him, knees on either side of his legs. Firm hands ran up and down the back of his thighs, and Junsu bit back a moan at the sensation. No one had ever touched him there. Well, at least not when he was conscious. He’s sure Jaejoong had the day before because of the small aches and twinges of pain on his skin.
“Are you watching, pet?”
“Yes, master.”
Junsu shivered and partially understood his brother’s shame. He wasn’t resisting this at all, and he should have been. Fighting this man, instead of being so eager to please him. But the sound of a whip and his brother’s cry kept him from it.
Jaejoong produced a blue bottle and poured a copious amount of the viscous fluid over his fingers. It smelled of tangy citrus and Junsu’s nose scrunched up at how strong it was. After tossing the bottle aside, he gripped Junsu’s cock with the slick hand and stroked up. Junsu tensed, shouted out in pure pleasure and thrust into the hand as his body immediately responded.
Jaejoong laughed, and Junsu blushed in shame. He stroked Junsu a few more times, and then cupped his balls, pulling a low moan from Junsu’s throat. His head lowered, eyes shut as he tried to control the shivers in his body. The two fingers quested further back and he quivered as they slipped over skin never before touched. It felt entirely too good.
“Should I prep him first, pet, or just see if he can take me all at once?”
Junho cleared his throat. “Prep him, master.”
“Why?”
“Because he will enjoy your fingers inside him, master.”
Junsu snorted in disbelief.
Hey, if I had said something about it hurting you, he wouldn’t prep you at all, Junho said.
“Is your brother right, new pet? Will you enjoy my fingers inside you?”
Junsu didn’t even need to lie. “Yes, m-master.”
The pad of one finger pushed against his entrance, slowly tracing the puckered skin. More pleasure wracked through Junsu than he thought was possible as the finger pushed harder, entering him. He threw his head back and gasped, fingers clenching Jaejoong’s shoulders. He whined and lowered his hips, the finger going deeper. His mouth stayed open as he panted harshly, hips moving by themselves. He rocked, back and forth until he felt Jaejoong’s hand against his ass.
“Your brother wasn’t nearly as eager when I first took him,” Jaejoong said with a laugh. “Though I didn’t have the threat of abusing his brother to convince him.”
Junsu barely understood. Just the pleasure, just the … he whimpered as Jaejoong rotated his finger, almost pulling it out and then pushing it back in. Sparks flew behind his eyes. His wings shivered and spread, and everything spun and twisted and …
“P-please. Please … “ Junsu tried to move faster.
Jaejoong told him to stop, and with difficulty he did. He waited, skin burning with pleasure filled fire as Jaejoong removed his finger. Junsu’s whine turned to a cry as the finger returned but with another and pushed deep into him, stretching him more. His body shook. He tried to move, but gave up, sagging weakly against Jaejoong’s shoulder. He panted, inhaling the stabilizing scent of Jaejoong’s skin. It overwhelmed the citrus with earthy spices like cinnamon and vanilla. Junsu tried to taste it, licking at the skin and at Jaejoong’s collarbones..
“You can come, my new pet, if you need to.”
Junsu needed to. But he needed to-he cried out as fingers wrapped around his cock again, and only two strokes later, with those fingers buried deep inside him, he came, shooting his load all over Jaejoong’s muscled chest and stomach. He cut his cry short with an agonized gasp, cursing himself for enjoying that so much. He hid his face against Jaejoong’s neck again as his skin turned a deeper shade of shamed red.
“You made a mess, my new pet. Clean it up.”
Junsu tried to move, but his body was too pleasured. He whined as those fingers left him, and then hissed as pain lashed through his wings. He fell back, lost his balance and landed hard on his knees on the floor. His head rested on Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Clean it up,” Jaejoong snapped and slapped Junsu’s cheek.. “I hate repeating myself.”
Junsu forced his eyes open. His come was all over the captain’s skin. He licked his lips and then very slowly leaned forward. He gagged on the first taste, and then with a firm resolve, lapped up every drop, including the one at the base of Jaejoong’s hard cock. His tongue diverted from the task a few times as he got lost in the ridges of muscles.
“Good boy, my new pet.” He lifted his cock away from his body, and Junsu licked the head without being told. “Hm, so eager.”
Junsu hummed from the praise, and almost purred as the Captain stroked his cheek. He took more of the hard cock into his mouth and throat.
“Your brother is going to have to teach you how to do that properly. Now, back up here. Come on.”
Junsu’s limbs protested as he climbed over the Jaejoong’s lap. Jaejoong kissed him, needy and hard, tongue digging into his throat.
“You taste sweeter than your brother.”
Junsu shivered as hands gripped his ass, massaged. Fingertips teased his hole. His cock was still so hard. He whimpered through the kiss as the soft head of the captain’s cock teased his body.
“Do you want it, my new pet?”
“Y-yes, master,” Junsu said, voice quivering with need.
“Take it.”
Junsu pushed his hips down, crying out as the wide head stretched him beyond what was comfortable. He gasped, retreating from the pain. But those large hands didn’t let him. They gripped his hips, holding him still and then Jaejoong thrust up.
Junsu cried out as he was taken. His head dropped back, mouth open, and then, almost like he wasn’t himself but seeing the scene from above, he realized he was doing it. He was moving, bouncing up and down on Jaejoong’s lap, taking the cock over and over into his body despite the pain, despite the shame. It felt amazing. So good to be touched inside his body so deeply. When his ass hit Jaejoong’s hips, he whined in need because he wanted more, wanted it deeper and harder.
He shivered uncontrollably as he tried to speed up.
Jaejoong cursed, and then pushed him away. Junsu cried out as he landed on the side of the couch, one hand on the floor to keep from falling off. He barely had time to catch his breath and then his ass cheeks were spread again, and the pleasure quadrupled.
“Pet, fuck his mouth. Now.”
Junsu whined, hips thrusting back, wanting more. His wings were shaking so hard he thought they might fall off. Fingers trailed through his hair, and a voice in his head told him to lift up. He did, eyes blurry with need. He saw his brother’s equally lust-filled gaze and then dropped his eyes to his cock. His hard cock. Junsu whimpered and lunged for it, catching the tip with his tongue.
Junho moaned, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Fuck his mouth.”
Junho grunted and did, trying to go slow and not gag Junsu, but Junsu didn’t want that. He wanted the pleasure from being taken. He wanted it. He licked at his brother’s cock, tried to tell him through the haze in his brain that he loved it and he wanted it. Junho moaned and sped up, fucking his throat, and every time Junsu gagged, he cursed himself and said the next one he wouldn’t.
Re … you … fuck, Su-ah. You have to relax, if you want it all. Just … His brother showed him what he meant. Showed him how to relax his jaw and his throat and take him all.
Junsu almost shouted out in joy as he did it. And then again. And again, taking all of his brother deep, his face buried in the sweet smell of his body.
Jaejoong fucked him harder, and Junsu finally understood why his brother liked this so much. His body shook and more pleasure than he’d ever felt coursed through him being fucked from both ends. It felt good to be touched, but to have things inside him, pushing at skin so sensitive was amazing. Addicting.
A thought of being filled even more, stretched and opened and fucked until he passed out was enough to have him coming again. He pulled away from his brother, slammed himself back on Jaejoong and screamed as another orgasm violently tore through him. He would have collapsed as he pumped out his release, but Junho grabbed his shoulders.
Jaejoong slowed his thrusts, and Junsu sucked his brother back into his mouth. He grinned and met his brother’s eyes, his own clouded with satiated lust.
“It’s going to be so much fun having two of you. Pet, come and fuck your brother. I have a ship to fly.”
Junsu whined when Junho moved away, but he bent down and pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips and then walked around the couch. Junsu leaned his face on the arm, skin tingling with pleasure. He moaned as the Captain slipped from him, and then moaned again as warm liquid dripped down his thighs. Jaejoong had come inside him and he hadn’t even noticed. He rolled his hips, listening to it squelch inside him. Junho’s hands gripped his ass, and he moaned again as his brother pushed into him.
Jaejoong entered Junsu’s vision and said, “Lick me clean, my new pet. It’s your ass that made me come after all.”
Junsu smiled and opened his mouth, really too content to lift his head.
Jaejoong laughed and slapped his cheek lightly. “Lazy, bad pet,” he said, but still pushed his cock into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu sucked on it, swallowing the tangy taste, rolling the softening cock around with his tongue.
He pulled away too soon and Junsu pouted up at him.
Jaejoong patted his cheek again. “Don’t worry, my pets. I’ll be back. I’m not sure how long I’ll be but you better be fucking each other in some way or form when I get back.”
He bent down and kissed Junsu briefly and then kissed Junho. He sashayed across the room, and Junsu watched him until his beauty disappeared behind a door.
“God, he’s beautiful,” Junsu said.
Junho snorted.
“Beautiful, but an asshole.”
“You all right?” Junho asked, a soft hand on Junsu’s lower back. He was barely moving, slowly, in and out of his brother’s body.
“Hm, yeah. You?”
“Eh. I guess.” We should have this conversation mentally though. He has transmitters and recorders here, and cameras.
Kinky.
You have no idea.
My brother is fucking me on his orders. I have some idea.
If I stop, he’ll punish us both.
Who said I wanted you to stop? Junsu looked behind him. “Go faster.”
Junho swallowed and then shook his head. “You’re crazy, brother.”
“You feel good, brother. Go faster.”
Junho sped up, a tiny bit, not nearly enough. Junsu grunted in irritation and pushed up, knocking them back. Junho wrapped his arms around Junsu’s body to steady them. They both paused, getting used to the new angle, and then Junho kissed the vine tattoo on his shoulder. Junsu moaned and rocked his hips slowly.
“God, this should not feel this good,” Junsu whined. He lifted his arms and hooked them around his brother’s neck. Their heads turned and their lips met softly. Junsu moaned in protest as Junho held him tighter when he tried to go faster.
“Bro, come on,” Junsu whispered. “Let me speed up a little.”
“He could be gone for hours, Su-ah. Don’t waste your energy.”
“But it feels so good,” Junsu said and whined.
Junho snorted. “Didn’t take long to convince you to like sex.”
“God, how … damn … just … “
Junho pulled out, and Junsu whined, falling forward, hands on the arm of the couch. He shook his ass at his brother.
Junho laughed and spanked him lightly. “Roll over so I can really kiss you.”
“Ooh, good idea.” Junsu rolled onto his back. Junho settled himself between his legs and then leaned over him, hands on either side of his head. He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips, and then another, and another, until Junsu grew frustrated. “Bro, come on.”
“What?” Junho said innocently. “I’m kissing you.”
Junsu pouted. “Kiss me really good.”
“Fine.” He lowered his mouth at the same time he lowered his hips, pushing his erection against Junsu’s. Pleasure zoomed through Junsu in an instant. He rolled his hips up, lifted his legs, shivering as Junho’s cock slid between his slick ass cheeks. Junsu carded his fingers through his brother’s short hair, moaning into his mouth, licking at his lips and begging for more.
Junho smiled. God, fine. He deepened the kiss, tongue digging into Junsu’s mouth. He rocked his hips against Junsu’s body, moaning too at the sensation of those mounds clenching at his cock.
“Inside me, inside me, bro, come on, inside me.”
“Our master has unleashed a sex fiend,” Junho said with a laugh.
“Oh, god, inside, put your dick inside me now.”
“Okay, okay. Fuck.” Junho grabbed his cock and held it against Junsu’s stretched opening. But he didn’t push in. He swiped it over the puckered skin, swirled it, dipped in enough to tease and then pulled out again. Over and over, until Junsu was quivering, begging in unintelligible groans and whimpers. His fingers clenched Junho’s shoulder, spasming with every burst of pleasure through his skin. Junsu was in agony. It felt so good, but he needed more. Wanted more. He pried a hand from his brother’s body and wrapped it around his cock.
“Now, now, brother. That’s cheating.”
“Then fuck me, you wingless insect.”
Junho laughed and very slowly pushed into his brother’s body. It wasn’t too tight, but it still stole his breath.
Junsu struggled below him, eyes shut tight, whimpering. The stretch was so good. So so so good. “Mm, more, bro, more.”
“I have no more to give you,” Junho said with a lick to his lips. “Well. Maybe.” He pushed up, leaving Junsu’s sweaty skin suddenly cold and pebbled. He shivered. Junho thrust into him a few times from this new angle. “Grab behind your knees, Su-ah.”
Junsu whimpered as he did as he was told. The angle changed, and Junsu tried to roll his hips up to feel that delicious, tight slide again. Junho groaned and thrust into him, a little harder from this angle.
“You’re … distracting …” Junho took a deep breath to stabilize himself. He stopped almost completely buried in Junsu, despite Junsu’s whimpers.
“Bro, please, I …”
“You want more. I’m going to give you more.” Junho’s finger touched next to his cock, and Junsu almost screamed. His hips rose, begging, and Junho slipped the digit into his hole, sliding it around and over, deep into his brother. He added as second finger immediately, and then curled them, rotating them around his cock.
“Junho! Fuck!”
“Too much?”
“No, move! Please, please.”
Junho chuckled. He fucked Junsu slowly, but moved his fingers fast. A third one slipped in without him even realizing it, but Junsu felt it. Felt the stretch. He couldn’t move or do anything but clench the muscles of his brother’s chest and grip behind one knee. Pain registered there from his fingernails and he didn’t care.
“Touch me, Touch me, god, Ho, touch me. Please.”
Junho moaned, and Junsu’s brain clouded from that noise. He cried out when Junho’s hand wrapped around his cock, and then screamed as he came suddenly, violently, body clamping down on Junho as he sprayed come all over his chest and stomach.
His legs went weak and he lowered them. He knew there was a goofy smile on his face, and he tried in vain to care. Everything about this was so wrong, but considering the circumstances, he’d rather be with his brother than with Jaejoong. He gasped when Junho’s mouth covered his nipple and then licked down his stomach, cleaning up his come.
“That feels so good,” Junsu said.
Junho smiled just before their lips met. His cock still slowly moved in and out of him. “Something tells me you’re going to have more fun with the toys than I did.”
“Toys?” Junsu questioned.
Junho nodded. “Butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, cock rings, nipple clamps.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. What do those words even mean?”
Junho laughed and said, “Trust me, you’re going to find out.”
Their lips met and they kissed.
So how is Mom? Junho asked.
Junsu mentally winced. Last I saw her, she was all right, but that was almost a year ago. The Chiksos are wicked and …
I know. Trust me, I know.
I’m so glad you’re not dead.
Me, too.
They both thought: As long as I am still alive, there is always hope.
They shared a smile and then kissed again, and again. It was a show for the cameras, but in their minds they talked about home and their family and their friends. And wondered if there was a way to win in this unfair war.
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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