Toy With My Heart 5/5
Title: Toy With My Heart 5/5
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
No more underage warning! Changmin is 31, Yoochun is 18
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 5:
Within ten minutes, I decided that perfection rested in Venice during late summer. I doubt I’d ever seen anything as breathtaking. I knew the ocean city was centered around canals, but I never knew that the people of Venice traveled by boat more often than car.
My neck craned up, trying to see the sites as the taxi barrelled through narrow canals. Everything was amazing. I hoped that Yoochun would be able to take me around the city, at a slower pace, and show me what he loved most about it.
The boat swerved into narrower waterways. The trees lining the canals were still green, though every now and then a burst of orange broke up the canopy. The air smelled fresh and clean. It was a good place for a man to get an education.
The driver stopped at a guard gate, engine idle, close enough for the guard and I to converse. I gave my name and showed my ID. I had scheduled an appointment to see Yoochun almost two weeks ago.
Ever since Yoochun turned eighteen, I probably had written him thirty or forty letters. He wrote a few back, most of them short, saying how busy he was. He ended each one with, “I love you” and signed them all “Your Darling.” I kept them in my desk drawer and re-read about his teachers and his lessons and the other boys at the school. His roommate’s name was Kim Junsu, another Korean, who was there on a singing scholarship. I was excited to hear them sing and play.
The guard made a short phone call and then opened the gate to allow me through. The taxi steered through. The school had four docks, and the driver stopped at the one labeled “Guests”. Slightly unsteady, I climbed out of the small boat and paid the driver. He gave me his card so I could call him when I was ready to go back to my hotel in the city.
I paused before going in the doors, reveling in the view of the city behind me. Everything was so close together, but I did not feel crowded or impatient. I never would have been able to give Yoochun an atmosphere like this for him to learn and grow in. I hoped he was happy.
I climbed the stone stairs and opened the door. It led me to an indoor courtyard. There was a sign that said, “Visitors and Deliveries” with an arrow pointing to the right. I followed the directions. My boots echoed on the stone hallway. There was a window with a “Check In” sign above it. A young Italian boy sat on a chair behind it. He smiled and said Hello in Italian. I grinned back, apologized for not speaking Italian and asked if we could speak in English.
“Oh, of course, sir. What may I help you with?”
“My name is Shim CHangmin. I’m here to visit Park Yoochun.”
“Yes, of course. He is in an auditorium at the moment. He has a concert coming up and has been practicing for many hours. Please sign in.”
I took the pen, signed my name and listed the date and time I arrived. He gave me a visitor tag that had my name on it.
The boy jumped from his chair. He put up a sign that said that he would return in ten minutes. He disappeared and reappeared through a door. “Please follow me.”
I followed him through archways and doorways and more courtyards. I was hopelessly lost as we climbed a flight of stairs, and then went through more arches and doors. We walked for almost five minutes. He must have seen my confusion because he started talking, telling me how this building used to be a palace in the 1700s.
He stopped at a door and opened it quietly. “I’m sure he’s not through yet, but if you promise not to disturb him, you may sit in the back and wait.”
“Thank you,” I said, in Italian.
He smiled and let me by him. The door shut with a soft click.
It was dark after the lightness and I had to blink a few times until my eyes adjusted. A pure voice was singing, in English, slightly accented, but beautiful. Piano notes wove through the song. I moved up a few steps and then stopped, staring. The auditorium was pretty small. And dark. Only a single light shone up on stage.
My darling sat at the piano. He wore khakis, and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned, with a tank underneath it. A school jacket hung on the back of a chair. His face was firm with concentration, fingers trailing over the piano keys with little effort.
I managed to tear my eyes away from him and look at the other man. He was also beautiful. His mouth opened wide as he held a note, eyes shut, arms out. I wondered if this was Kim Junsu.
I managed to move to a chair, and I sat hard, eyes wide. Unwilling to blink.
The boy ended his note and moved on with the song, strong and powerful. His voice made my skin pebble.
And then he moved in behind Yoochun and put his hands on Yoochun’s shoulders. Yoochun did nothing but keep playing as he continued to sing. I glared at his fingers on MY darling’s shoulders as he rubbed the muscles and then up to his neck. The tip of his fingers touched behind Yoochun’s ear and Yoochun’s finger slipped on a key.
“Damn it, sunbae,” Yoochun snapped and stopped playing. He spun around and out of the other’s hands.
He smiled, his look unrepentant. I wondered how old he was. He looked older than Yoochun. Even though Yoochun was eighteen now, he still looked young, maybe sixteen. His skin so soft, eyes so wide. They belayed an innocence I knew he didn’t have.
“Calm down. We got this, Chunnie-yah. It’s perfect.”
“It’d be nice to go through it completely.”
“We did yesterday, and we will tomorrow. Let’s take a break.” He sat on the bench with Yoochun, but when he tried to put his arm around Yoochun’s waist, Yoochun slid away and stood up.
“Stop it, sunbae. I told you I’m not interested.”
“So what? Mutual need, remember. Empty auditorium.”
“No, thank you.”
“You’ve been protesting too much since last time.”
“Last time you pounced on me while I was still asleep. Hardly counts.”
He stood up and stalked toward Yoochun. He was still smiling, but it was no longer a friendly smile. Yoochun swallowed and backed away from him. I saw red and stood up. I scuffed my feet. They both flipped to me and I saw Yoochun’s face brighten in a smile.
“Darling?” I said, making it a question.
“Hyung!” he shouted. “You’re here early.” He seemed embarrassed and if I had come in right then I may have thought I interrupted something between them.
Yoochun jumped from the stage and ran up the aisle to me, white shirt billowing behind him. God, he was so tall now. I sped up and met him halfway. He buried himself in my arms, breath deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and looked up at the other onstage. He smirked at me and crossed his arms. He did not bother to hide the half hard erection in his pants.
“This looks bad but I promise I wasn’t … he’s always … I didn’t do anything with him,” Yoochun said in a rush.
I kissed the side of his head, by his temple. “I know, my darling. I’ve been here for about ten minutes and just thought I’d claim what was mine.”
Yoochun sighed deeply.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Chunnie-yah?”
Yoochun stiffened in my arms. He looked up at me, and I smiled at him until he smiled back and then he laughed and pressed a quick kiss to my lips that made me whimper. He half turned in my arms and said, “This is Shim Changmin. Hyung, this is Kim Junsu.”
“Pleased to meet you finally,” Junsu said, although he didn’t look it. I didn’t blame him. Yoochun curled into my side.
I smiled at him again. “You’re too tall to fit there now,” I whispered, nuzzling his ear.
He shivered and then gasped as my hand slipped into his open shirt and settled on his side. He was eighteen. I did not have to hide my desire for him anymore. I could tell just from this small touch that my darling had grown up, bulked up, with wider shoulders, firmer muscles. Desire was flowing strong through me.
“The boy who brought me here says you two are preparing for a concert,” I said, directing the comment at Junsu.
He nodded. “We’ve written some songs together, and we’re performing in two weeks.”
“Will you be here, hyung?” Yoochun asked.
“Technically, no. But I’ll extend my stay. I was only going to stay in Venice for a week, but another one won’t kill me.”
“Good.” Yoochun turned in my arms, and I kept my hands around his waist, fingers in the belt loops of his pants. We walked down the aisle. “We’ll practice again tomorrow, Junsu-sunbae.”
“Okay. See you later, then.” He shot a glare at me and then left the room.
Yoochun sat hard on the end of the stage and put his face in his hands. I stood in front of him and carefully moved them.
“I-I’m sorry--”
I leaned forward and kissed him. I did not need his apologies for things that were out of his control. If I had come in to them making out, I would have been very angry, but Junsu had been trying to force him.
I settled between his legs and settled my hands on his thighs. He moaned into my mouth, arms wrapped around my neck. I slipped my fingers under the unbuttoned shirt.
“H-hyung, not … fuck, not here.” He tangled his hands in my hair and continued kissing me harshly.
I wasn’t sure we were going to make it anywhere else. Then he yanked himself away.
“I-I can get in trouble,” he said.
I did not want him to get in trouble. I ran my hands up his chest. “Okay. Then …”
He bit his lower lip. “I have a class at three, but I’m free after that. About five.”
I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his palm. “Does that mean I can take you out to dinner?”
He smiled. “Yes. I’m eighteen now so I don’t have a curfew.”
“Really?” I said. My fingers feathered over his exposed collarbones and neck.
His eyes fluttered shut. A pink tongue licked his lips. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped me again. “No. I … I’m about to jump you. I can’t … not here.”
I chuckled. “So then what? It’s only one.”
“I”ll show you around the school if you’re interested.”
I leaned close and lips almost touching said, “I’d rather show myself around your skin, but that’s fine. It’s been nine months; I can wait a few more hours.”
He laughed, pressed a kiss to my mouth quickly and then pushed me away. I stepped back.
I held out my hand. Yoochun smiled at me and took it. The lust between us dropped to simmer, and he led me out of the auditorium. He showed me all around his school, through most of the building, but not to his dorm. He said he didn’t want to go because Junsu was probably there. I understood. I didn’t want to see Junsu again either. He talked of everything. Of his classes and teachers and his mother and brother. In about a month, his brother had a break from business school, so they were coming to visit.
With a secretive grin, he pulled me along a sidewalk, under trees, around fences and bushes. We weren’t far from the main entrance, but when he stopped, in a small courtyard, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
“I don’t have much time,” he said, and walked on the grass. I followed him, and we both sat. He lay down, his head in my lap. I stretched my legs out. My fingers found their way into his hair.
“You’ll grow your hair out again, right, my darling?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yes, hyung. When I can. It’s getting too long, and they’re going to make me cut it soon.”
With the heat of the afternoon sun, it almost felt like our copse of trees in our conservatory.
“I love you,” he said and looked up at me.
I smiled down at him and then leaned over. He propped up on an elbow and our lips met in a soft kiss. I whispered the endearment into his mouth, again and again. He rotated, mouth never leaving mine, until he was straddling my lap. I put my hands on his hips and pressed our foreheads together.
“I have to go to class,” he said with a pout.
I kissed it away until he was smiling again. “I’ll see you soon though.”
“Yeah.” Reluctantly, he climbed from my lap. He held out his hands and I gripped them. He pulled me to my feet.
“You’re getting strong,” I said and ran my hands over his shoulders.
He grinned. “Sometimes there’s nothing to do but work out. You should see my abs.”
I reached for his shirt, but he laughed and moved away from me. “Later, hyung. I don’t trust you to control yourself.”
I laughed and chased after him, following him through the maze of sidewalks and hallways. He let me catch up to him once we were in a main part of the school again. Less temptation to touch him. Our hands joined, fingers entwined. He led me back to the main office. I called the taxi driver and asked to be picked up.
Yoochun stood with me until the last possible moment. With one more sigh, and one more kiss, he turned around and ran off. I knew he’d never make it to class on time.
The taxi took me back to my hotel. I went to the café first for some tea and to check my messages from work. There was nothing pressing, so I returned to my room. I slipped my jacket off, hanging it up on the back of a chair. I loosened my tie and tossed it over the jacket, and then unbuttoned my white shirt.
I had an hour and a half until Yoochun came.
I collapsed on the bed, spread eagle and tried not to touch myself.
---
Unwilling to wait longer than necessary, I met Yoochun outside, as he stepped up from the dock of the canal. I may have been a tiny bit obsessed with him. I kissed his cheek, and then paid the driver. Yoochun had a backpack with him, and I raised my eyebrows at it.
“What?” he asked, an innocent look in his eyes.
I smiled and asked the doorman to please have his bag taken up to my room. We walked around. I had a reservation at a restaurant at seven. Yoochun played tour guide, just like I had hoped and he talked about the architecture and art and history of almost every building we passed. I listened to him, but I also watched him. He smiled so much, and everything excited him, and he laughed and his eyes shone, and his cheeks turned red when he was really excited about something. We stopped at a Rialto Market and bought raspberries and blueberries and at them as the sun set over the tops of the buildings.
He spoke Italian almost fluently, and English pretty much fluently. He said he was learning Japanese, and wanted to try to tackle Russian next. I thought he was being pretty ambitious with that.
He chattered all through dinner, and laughed at my stories of Jaejoong and U-know. After dinner, we walked across the street to a small gelato shop. He kept a firm grip on my hand and fed me tart raspberry gelato from his spoon. The gleam in his eyes turned lustful as I licked at the spoon.
Yoochun took a deep breath and then smirked at me. Actually smirked.
“What?” I asked, using my own spoon to eat from his cup.
“This gelato would taste better eaten off your skin.”
I choked and coughed. He smiled, unrepentant, and continued eating. And I thought about that. Eating gelato from his body, everything sweet and slick and sticky and salty.
“Oh, god,” I muttered and felt heat rush up my cheeks.
He laughed. “Should we finish these on the way back to your hotel?”
I nodded, throat tight and unable to actually talk. His smile was doing things to my body. We left the store and walked toward the hotel. I could barely eat my gelato without my hand shaking.
“Still horny as ever,” Yoochun muttered.
I smiled at him. “Sorry. II’ve only had sex once in three years.”
He looked away, cheeks reddening.
I tilted my head and said, “Yoochun.”
He winced, because I never, ever called him by his name if I didn’t have to.
“Tell me.”
“I … I haven’t either, but Junsu … he’s … persistent.”
“Have you reported him?”
“He’s their poster child. He gets away with everything.” Yoochun looked like he was about to cry. I dumped my gelato in the next trashcan and took his hand. I had a lot of questions, all about to spurt rudely from my lips. I needed to calm myself down. The thought of anyone else touching my darling angered me beyond reason. I needed to calm down so I could show Yoochun that I was not upset with him.
We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. My room was ostentatious and overly done. After spending time walking around the city with Yoochun, I planned on checking out the next morning and finding a more quaint place to stay. Less manufactured, more hand made.
I led him right to the bed, and he sighed as he sagged into the mattress, feet still on the floor. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, hovering over him. I pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Junsu-shi is a good sunbae. He taught me a lot when I first started here, and then he requested to be my roommate, and I’ve been rejecting him every since.”
“Sounds like he’s a little too persuasive.”
Yoochun snorted. “When he wakes me up with his mouth around my cock, then yes, I’d say so.”
I kissed him, slow and steady, until he relaxed below me.
“I saw him force himself on you, my darling. And I saw you refuse him. Anything he’s done in the past is not your fault.”
“He says it is because I’m so beautiful.” A red tinge covered my darling’s cheeks.
“Well, he is right about you being beautiful.” I kissed a collarbone peaking out from his t-shirt. “And irresistible. I don’t blame him at all.”
“Hyung,” Yoochun said and tried to push me away.
I chuckled and continued to kiss along the neckline of his shirt. I kept the kisses small, nothing more than an open mouth. He moaned, fingers clenched on my biceps. His chest rose in a deep breath and then he cursed, under his breath. He pushed himself away, up further on the bed. I laughed as practically tore his shirt off.
“Fuck this,” he said again. “I am … fuck me, hyung, just … no teasing. Not now.”
I lay on my side, propped up on an elbow and watched him strip. “What would you say if I said I didn’t have lube?”
“Take me raw.”
My cock pulsed in my pants and I moaned. He smirked over his shoulder at me as he tore off his boxers.
“And I brought a bag, remember? I came prepared.”
I laughed and stood up, rolling away from him just before he launched himself at me.
“Hyung,” he whined as he landed on the bed where I had been. I smiled at him and bent over, picking up his bag. He lay on his back, spread eagle and stroked his cock. He was right; his abs were amazing. I tore my eyes away from his body and unzipped the back. He had an extra change of clothes, and a school book. Unceremoniously, I upended the bag and dumped everything out.
“Hyung! Geez.”
I smiled and bent over again, picking up a bottle of lube and a yellow dildo. “What is this? Huh?”
He grinned, cheeks flushing slightly, but still trying to be confident and secure. “My birthday present to me.”
“We may have to use this later.”
I left the dildo on the nightstand and then went back to the bed with the lube. I kissed his shin, mouth open along the bone. His skin twitched.
“How long has it been?” I whispered as I dragged my mouth up to his knee, and then further, over his thigh.
“Nine-nine months.”
“Too long, huh?”
“Oh, god, yeah.”
I sucked patches of skin into my mouth, chewing lightly on them.
“Oh, please, hyung, just … make me come, just …”
I wrapped my hand loosely around his cock and stroked lightly. Yoochun’s hands settled in my hair, tugging lightly as I continued to kiss his skin. I kneeled next to him, bent over, lying kisses over his abs and up his stomach. His muscles weren’t yet defined, and still held the scrawniness of youth. In a couple more years though, they were going to be better than mine. I had new resolve to keep myself healthy and start exercising more frequently.
“Still so beautiful, my darling,” I whispered.
“Hyung, please, oh please.”
I pressed my lips against the soft crown of his erection. He moaned, and I licked up a sudden stream of precome. I felt him pulse in my hand, grow larger and jerked. I kept my lips there, rubbing the head against them as I stroked him slowly.
“Fuck, hyung. Fuck.” He thrashed his head and tried to bend his knees and jerk into my hand. I added a bit of pressure on an upstroke, and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He shouted my name, hips rising and then came, spurting into my mouth. I swallowed, gagging just a little since I wasn’t as used to it anymore.
Yoochun panted, gripping fingers turning to light caresses as I licked up and down his quivering erection.
“God, hyung, I’ve missed you.”
I let his cock fall from my mouth and then moved over him, above him. I kissed him deeply. His arms snaked around my shoulders, pulling me flush against him. Our bodies rolled to the sides and then he was straddling me, rocking against my still-trapped erection.
Slim fingers unbuttoned my shirt. I propped up on my elbows so he could push it off my shoulders, but the last few buttons were still fastened. I sat up, and he pulled it over my head. My undershirt followed right after.
He sat back, right on my crotch and ran his hands up and down my chest and stomach. “Still so sexy, hyung.”
I smiled and caught his wrists. “And you’re even sexier.”
He smirked. “And here I was worried you wouldn’t want me now that I was legal.”
“Darling!” I said and pushed him off me. He laughed and curled in on himself. I jumped over him, pinning him to the bed with my body. I kissed his shoulder and then neck and arm. He fought with me, laughing more as I dug my fingers into his ribs. He begged me to stop and I turned my torture to caresses. He gasped, hands clenching the blankets.
“So sensitive.”
“Please, hyung, please.”
“What do you want?” I whispered. I leaned over him and our mouths met.
“You. Inside, me please. Just … finger me.”
I shivered from my memories of a fifteen year old Yoochun begging me to finger him.
I kneeled between his legs, and he grabbed under his thighs, pulling his legs up for me to see him. Everything about him was so beautiful. I ran my hands over his smooth skin of his thighs and ass. He shivered under the attention. I leaned forward. I meant to grab the lube and prep him like he wanted, but it was too tantalizing. Too addicted. Too tempting.
I ran my tongue up the cleft of his ass. He cried out, body tensing. His skin smelled so good. I rutted lightly against the blankets, keeping time to the licks over his entrance. It quivered under my tongue, tensing as I pushed in further. His moans echoed around the room. His thighs started shaking. I licked him, over and over, again and again. I lost track of time before adding a finger to play. Just the pad pushed into him and he gasped out my name. His cock was hard and weeping clear fluid all over his stomach.
I licked him a final time, pushed my finger into him all the way and then just watched his face. Mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. His tongue darted out, licking his lower lip.
Very slowly, I moved my finger in and out of his tight channel. His abs twitched as I ran my other hand over his body.
“Oh, god, hyung, please.” His eyes opened, meeting mine, and I took a deep breath at the unconstrained lust and greed in them.
I had definitely played long enough. I pulled away from his body and took off the rest of my clothes. He moaned in anticipation, leg rubbing up and down my back. I found the bottle of lube in the folds of blankets, after covering my fingers in the citrus liquid, I poured more right on his body. He panted, neck arching, eyes shut again. Slightly shaking, I pushed two fingers into him. He cried out my name, screaming in bliss as I pumped and spread and twisted my fingers in and out of his body.
His cock jerked, and I caved in the temptation and sucked it into my mouth.
“No, no, no, hyung, please. I want … come inside me. Fuck me. Don’t.”
I knew what his mutterings meant. I let his cock go and it slapped against his stomach. I grabbed him under the hips and yanked him toward me until his ass was against my legs. I held my cock down, swiped it over his entrance. The sound of his voice echoing through the room made my eyes shut in bliss. I pushed into him, gasping: half from the tightness, and half from the disbelief that I was finally with my darling again.
He moaned my name, trying to roll his hips up. I thrust into him, unsteady, weak. I couldn’t do more. My heart clenched tightly in my chest. My lungs refused to breathe. I felt so much love for my darling, that nothing else mattered. I fell over him, lips joining in a kiss as the pleasure in my body doubled, tripled, quadrupled. I knew I was fucking him, but I barely felt myself moving. Barely registered anything beyond the touch of his tongue on mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” I whispered, and then repeated it over and over again, whispering it into his mouth, his cheeks, his nose and chin. His breath left him in an anguished cry and then the kisses tasted salty. I licked up his tears and stopped moving. His arms and legs wrapped around my body. We were both shaking, trying to calm down.
His cries lessened, and then he kissed my shoulder, up to my neck. I moaned and rocked my hips again. He pushed at my body and I rolled us over. I slipped out of him only momentarily.
Yoochun straddled my waist, held my cock up and then sat, head falling back as I stretched him open again. His hands clenched my chest. His eyes stayed shut as he started riding me. I gripped his hips and bent my knees, lifting slightly to meet him. He moaned, gasping. He wrapped a shaking hand on his cock and stroked himself.
The waning pleasure returned as his body clenched around my cock. He cried out, moving faster, and I jerked up harder, slapping our bodies together. His cock twitched in his hand. His fingers dug into my skin as he whimpered my name. He curled over me, shivering, and then shouted out as his cock pulsed and warm come splattered over my chest. Yoochun barely held himself up and I smiled, bringing his lips down to mine for a kiss. He moaned and rolled again, to his side. His chest was heaving with deep breaths.
I situated on my knees. I lifted one of his legs to my shoulder and pushed back into him. He turned his head, muffling his moans on a pillow. I sucked on his thigh, leaving hickys on his pale skin.
“God, you feel so good, hyung,” he said, and then his hand was on his cock, stroking. Ah, to be eighteen again.
I rolled him to his back, fell over him and kissed him while I fucked him. My orgasm teased me, making me think it was there and snatched away. His hands gripped my ass, pushing me harder and I slammed into him, speeding up unconsciously until nothing made sense. The teasing worsened, and then was gone, orgasm ripping through me. I broke away from his lips, screamed as I came, pumping him full of my release.
He whimpered in pleasure and then kissed me through the aftershocks. I didn’t stop moving for a long time, and then fell against him, smashing him into the bed. His fingers traced nonsensical patters on my back, sweat cooled on my skin.
“I love you, hyung,” he whispered, “but you’re squishing me.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek before carefully pulling out of him and rolling to my back. He rolled with me and kissed my chest and licked at my nipples. I did as he had and ran my fingers over his back.
“So I’ve been thinking,” he said.
I made a noise to show I was listening. A soft breeze blew in from the open bay windows.
“Now that I’m eighteen, I can live off campus, as long as I’m not late for classes or I don’t get in trouble.”
“Really?” I smiled, because I had a sudden thought on where this was going.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking of moving off campus just to … for the privacy.”
I scowled thinking of Junsu’s advances; it was a great idea. I lifted his face to mine and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Consider it done, my darling.”
“B-but, hyung, I … I wasn’t-there’s more. What?”
I smiled at his confusion. “I will buy a villa on the mainland tomorrow, still close enough for you to get to school on time, and you can live there. We can live there.”
“Hy-hyung, I … I was going to get a job and work and--”
“You can still do that, my darling.”
“Wait. We? You … are you going to move to Venice?” He pushed up, hands on my chest. His eyes lit up, and his lips quirked. He was trying so hard not to look excited.
“Maybe not permanently. I have too many businesses in Korea, but I figure a few weeks at a time, preferably when you have your breaks. I’ll consider it a vacation home.”
“Oh, god, hyung.” He kissed me, and then again and again, until I was laughing. I wrapped my arms around him, lowered him to the bed and really, really kissed him. Slow, a tangle of tongues, nibbling on his lower lip. He moaned and arched into me. His erection pushed against my hip.
I shivered, and then mock-scowled at him. “You are insatiable, my darling.”
His smile widened, and then he broke into delightful laughter. I kissed his neck and down his collarbones. His fingers brushed over my cock, and then wrapped around me. I moaned as he stroked me. I was hard again pretty quickly.
“Remember when you told me that you’d do anything I asked you to do?” Yoochun muttered.
I grinned. “Yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, too.”
“And?”
He propped up on an elbow and met my eyes. His cheeks were red from embarrassment. “We … not tonight, but later, I …” He chewed on his lower lip. I gripped it with my fingers and pulled at it until he grinned and licked my fingers. I rubbed them over his chin and then down his neck to his nipples.
“What do you want, my darling?”
“Re-remember … I …” He let out a breath of air. “This isn’t as embarrassing in my head.” He fell back to the bed and bent one leg, swaying it back and forth while his fingers picked at the sheet.
“Is this a sexual request?” I asked with a smirk. He didn’t reply but he cheeks went redder and the blush moved down his neck. I leaned over him and kissed his collarbones, rutting against him lightly. “I told you to never be embarrassed to ask for what you want.”
“I know, but … I also don’t want you to be upset with me and …”
“Just say it, my darling.”
He sat up and crossed his legs and leaned forward. I saw the gleam in his eye; he really wanted what he was about to ask for. “Just don’t get mad.”
“Okay.”
“Like four months ago, I … anyway, I woke up to my hands tied up and-“
I scowled.
“-look, I told him to fuck off, and said I’d call rape on him, and he let me go, but …” He flung himself to the bed with a moan. “Then later, I thought of you doing that to me and I almost came. And-“
I crawled over him and kissed up his chest. “You want me to tie you up?”
“M-maybe.”
I licked a wet trail up his breast bone. He tilted his head back with a moan, giving me access to his neck and Adam’s apple. I sucked skin into my mouth and bit down lightly. He’d have a light mark for a couple of days.
“Or maybe,” I whispered, moving up to his ear. I blew warm air against his skin before tugging at the lobe with my teeth, “maybe you do want to be a little toy. A collar, a leash. On your hands and knees. I like that idea. It would put your face right at my crotch. Easy access to your mouth and throat.”
He was panting, fingers gripping my back. “Oh, god, yeah.” His eyes opened, and his look was serious before a small smile turned his lips. “Please, master.”
I moaned and kiss him hard. He moaned and then his fingers wrapped around my erection.
“Just what I wanted,” he whispered against my lips. He suddenly twisted and was gone, lifting up to his hands and knees. He smirked at me over his shoulder and then shook his ass in my face. “Fuck me, hyung.”
I spanked him lightly, and he yelped, startled, and then begged for one more. I laughed, wrapped my arms around his waist and tackled him to the bed again. He groaned, but kissed me back as our lips met. We rearranged, our kisses increasing. He ended up with his legs around my waist again, and with a minor movement and direction, I slipped my cock back into his body.
He moaned, fingers clutching my back.
“I love you, my darling,” I whispered into our kiss.
Yoochun nodded and said, “God, love you, hyung. I love you so much.”
I made love to my darling until neither of us had any energy. The night air turned cool, and I watched my darling sleep, wrapped in the sheets of the bed. Light from the city reflected off his body. I rubbed his back and smiled when he shifted, curling more tightly around me. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispered another ‘I love you’, and settled down to sleep.
I could see myself living in Venice, wandering the streets. Hand-in-hand with my darling.
Part 4: Love Me
Part 3: Feel Me
Part 2: Hold Me
Part 1: Find Me
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
No more underage warning! Changmin is 31, Yoochun is 18
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 5:
Within ten minutes, I decided that perfection rested in Venice during late summer. I doubt I’d ever seen anything as breathtaking. I knew the ocean city was centered around canals, but I never knew that the people of Venice traveled by boat more often than car.
My neck craned up, trying to see the sites as the taxi barrelled through narrow canals. Everything was amazing. I hoped that Yoochun would be able to take me around the city, at a slower pace, and show me what he loved most about it.
The boat swerved into narrower waterways. The trees lining the canals were still green, though every now and then a burst of orange broke up the canopy. The air smelled fresh and clean. It was a good place for a man to get an education.
The driver stopped at a guard gate, engine idle, close enough for the guard and I to converse. I gave my name and showed my ID. I had scheduled an appointment to see Yoochun almost two weeks ago.
Ever since Yoochun turned eighteen, I probably had written him thirty or forty letters. He wrote a few back, most of them short, saying how busy he was. He ended each one with, “I love you” and signed them all “Your Darling.” I kept them in my desk drawer and re-read about his teachers and his lessons and the other boys at the school. His roommate’s name was Kim Junsu, another Korean, who was there on a singing scholarship. I was excited to hear them sing and play.
The guard made a short phone call and then opened the gate to allow me through. The taxi steered through. The school had four docks, and the driver stopped at the one labeled “Guests”. Slightly unsteady, I climbed out of the small boat and paid the driver. He gave me his card so I could call him when I was ready to go back to my hotel in the city.
I paused before going in the doors, reveling in the view of the city behind me. Everything was so close together, but I did not feel crowded or impatient. I never would have been able to give Yoochun an atmosphere like this for him to learn and grow in. I hoped he was happy.
I climbed the stone stairs and opened the door. It led me to an indoor courtyard. There was a sign that said, “Visitors and Deliveries” with an arrow pointing to the right. I followed the directions. My boots echoed on the stone hallway. There was a window with a “Check In” sign above it. A young Italian boy sat on a chair behind it. He smiled and said Hello in Italian. I grinned back, apologized for not speaking Italian and asked if we could speak in English.
“Oh, of course, sir. What may I help you with?”
“My name is Shim CHangmin. I’m here to visit Park Yoochun.”
“Yes, of course. He is in an auditorium at the moment. He has a concert coming up and has been practicing for many hours. Please sign in.”
I took the pen, signed my name and listed the date and time I arrived. He gave me a visitor tag that had my name on it.
The boy jumped from his chair. He put up a sign that said that he would return in ten minutes. He disappeared and reappeared through a door. “Please follow me.”
I followed him through archways and doorways and more courtyards. I was hopelessly lost as we climbed a flight of stairs, and then went through more arches and doors. We walked for almost five minutes. He must have seen my confusion because he started talking, telling me how this building used to be a palace in the 1700s.
He stopped at a door and opened it quietly. “I’m sure he’s not through yet, but if you promise not to disturb him, you may sit in the back and wait.”
“Thank you,” I said, in Italian.
He smiled and let me by him. The door shut with a soft click.
It was dark after the lightness and I had to blink a few times until my eyes adjusted. A pure voice was singing, in English, slightly accented, but beautiful. Piano notes wove through the song. I moved up a few steps and then stopped, staring. The auditorium was pretty small. And dark. Only a single light shone up on stage.
My darling sat at the piano. He wore khakis, and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned, with a tank underneath it. A school jacket hung on the back of a chair. His face was firm with concentration, fingers trailing over the piano keys with little effort.
I managed to tear my eyes away from him and look at the other man. He was also beautiful. His mouth opened wide as he held a note, eyes shut, arms out. I wondered if this was Kim Junsu.
I managed to move to a chair, and I sat hard, eyes wide. Unwilling to blink.
The boy ended his note and moved on with the song, strong and powerful. His voice made my skin pebble.
And then he moved in behind Yoochun and put his hands on Yoochun’s shoulders. Yoochun did nothing but keep playing as he continued to sing. I glared at his fingers on MY darling’s shoulders as he rubbed the muscles and then up to his neck. The tip of his fingers touched behind Yoochun’s ear and Yoochun’s finger slipped on a key.
“Damn it, sunbae,” Yoochun snapped and stopped playing. He spun around and out of the other’s hands.
He smiled, his look unrepentant. I wondered how old he was. He looked older than Yoochun. Even though Yoochun was eighteen now, he still looked young, maybe sixteen. His skin so soft, eyes so wide. They belayed an innocence I knew he didn’t have.
“Calm down. We got this, Chunnie-yah. It’s perfect.”
“It’d be nice to go through it completely.”
“We did yesterday, and we will tomorrow. Let’s take a break.” He sat on the bench with Yoochun, but when he tried to put his arm around Yoochun’s waist, Yoochun slid away and stood up.
“Stop it, sunbae. I told you I’m not interested.”
“So what? Mutual need, remember. Empty auditorium.”
“No, thank you.”
“You’ve been protesting too much since last time.”
“Last time you pounced on me while I was still asleep. Hardly counts.”
He stood up and stalked toward Yoochun. He was still smiling, but it was no longer a friendly smile. Yoochun swallowed and backed away from him. I saw red and stood up. I scuffed my feet. They both flipped to me and I saw Yoochun’s face brighten in a smile.
“Darling?” I said, making it a question.
“Hyung!” he shouted. “You’re here early.” He seemed embarrassed and if I had come in right then I may have thought I interrupted something between them.
Yoochun jumped from the stage and ran up the aisle to me, white shirt billowing behind him. God, he was so tall now. I sped up and met him halfway. He buried himself in my arms, breath deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and looked up at the other onstage. He smirked at me and crossed his arms. He did not bother to hide the half hard erection in his pants.
“This looks bad but I promise I wasn’t … he’s always … I didn’t do anything with him,” Yoochun said in a rush.
I kissed the side of his head, by his temple. “I know, my darling. I’ve been here for about ten minutes and just thought I’d claim what was mine.”
Yoochun sighed deeply.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Chunnie-yah?”
Yoochun stiffened in my arms. He looked up at me, and I smiled at him until he smiled back and then he laughed and pressed a quick kiss to my lips that made me whimper. He half turned in my arms and said, “This is Shim Changmin. Hyung, this is Kim Junsu.”
“Pleased to meet you finally,” Junsu said, although he didn’t look it. I didn’t blame him. Yoochun curled into my side.
I smiled at him again. “You’re too tall to fit there now,” I whispered, nuzzling his ear.
He shivered and then gasped as my hand slipped into his open shirt and settled on his side. He was eighteen. I did not have to hide my desire for him anymore. I could tell just from this small touch that my darling had grown up, bulked up, with wider shoulders, firmer muscles. Desire was flowing strong through me.
“The boy who brought me here says you two are preparing for a concert,” I said, directing the comment at Junsu.
He nodded. “We’ve written some songs together, and we’re performing in two weeks.”
“Will you be here, hyung?” Yoochun asked.
“Technically, no. But I’ll extend my stay. I was only going to stay in Venice for a week, but another one won’t kill me.”
“Good.” Yoochun turned in my arms, and I kept my hands around his waist, fingers in the belt loops of his pants. We walked down the aisle. “We’ll practice again tomorrow, Junsu-sunbae.”
“Okay. See you later, then.” He shot a glare at me and then left the room.
Yoochun sat hard on the end of the stage and put his face in his hands. I stood in front of him and carefully moved them.
“I-I’m sorry--”
I leaned forward and kissed him. I did not need his apologies for things that were out of his control. If I had come in to them making out, I would have been very angry, but Junsu had been trying to force him.
I settled between his legs and settled my hands on his thighs. He moaned into my mouth, arms wrapped around my neck. I slipped my fingers under the unbuttoned shirt.
“H-hyung, not … fuck, not here.” He tangled his hands in my hair and continued kissing me harshly.
I wasn’t sure we were going to make it anywhere else. Then he yanked himself away.
“I-I can get in trouble,” he said.
I did not want him to get in trouble. I ran my hands up his chest. “Okay. Then …”
He bit his lower lip. “I have a class at three, but I’m free after that. About five.”
I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed his palm. “Does that mean I can take you out to dinner?”
He smiled. “Yes. I’m eighteen now so I don’t have a curfew.”
“Really?” I said. My fingers feathered over his exposed collarbones and neck.
His eyes fluttered shut. A pink tongue licked his lips. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped me again. “No. I … I’m about to jump you. I can’t … not here.”
I chuckled. “So then what? It’s only one.”
“I”ll show you around the school if you’re interested.”
I leaned close and lips almost touching said, “I’d rather show myself around your skin, but that’s fine. It’s been nine months; I can wait a few more hours.”
He laughed, pressed a kiss to my mouth quickly and then pushed me away. I stepped back.
I held out my hand. Yoochun smiled at me and took it. The lust between us dropped to simmer, and he led me out of the auditorium. He showed me all around his school, through most of the building, but not to his dorm. He said he didn’t want to go because Junsu was probably there. I understood. I didn’t want to see Junsu again either. He talked of everything. Of his classes and teachers and his mother and brother. In about a month, his brother had a break from business school, so they were coming to visit.
With a secretive grin, he pulled me along a sidewalk, under trees, around fences and bushes. We weren’t far from the main entrance, but when he stopped, in a small courtyard, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
“I don’t have much time,” he said, and walked on the grass. I followed him, and we both sat. He lay down, his head in my lap. I stretched my legs out. My fingers found their way into his hair.
“You’ll grow your hair out again, right, my darling?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yes, hyung. When I can. It’s getting too long, and they’re going to make me cut it soon.”
With the heat of the afternoon sun, it almost felt like our copse of trees in our conservatory.
“I love you,” he said and looked up at me.
I smiled down at him and then leaned over. He propped up on an elbow and our lips met in a soft kiss. I whispered the endearment into his mouth, again and again. He rotated, mouth never leaving mine, until he was straddling my lap. I put my hands on his hips and pressed our foreheads together.
“I have to go to class,” he said with a pout.
I kissed it away until he was smiling again. “I’ll see you soon though.”
“Yeah.” Reluctantly, he climbed from my lap. He held out his hands and I gripped them. He pulled me to my feet.
“You’re getting strong,” I said and ran my hands over his shoulders.
He grinned. “Sometimes there’s nothing to do but work out. You should see my abs.”
I reached for his shirt, but he laughed and moved away from me. “Later, hyung. I don’t trust you to control yourself.”
I laughed and chased after him, following him through the maze of sidewalks and hallways. He let me catch up to him once we were in a main part of the school again. Less temptation to touch him. Our hands joined, fingers entwined. He led me back to the main office. I called the taxi driver and asked to be picked up.
Yoochun stood with me until the last possible moment. With one more sigh, and one more kiss, he turned around and ran off. I knew he’d never make it to class on time.
The taxi took me back to my hotel. I went to the café first for some tea and to check my messages from work. There was nothing pressing, so I returned to my room. I slipped my jacket off, hanging it up on the back of a chair. I loosened my tie and tossed it over the jacket, and then unbuttoned my white shirt.
I had an hour and a half until Yoochun came.
I collapsed on the bed, spread eagle and tried not to touch myself.
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Unwilling to wait longer than necessary, I met Yoochun outside, as he stepped up from the dock of the canal. I may have been a tiny bit obsessed with him. I kissed his cheek, and then paid the driver. Yoochun had a backpack with him, and I raised my eyebrows at it.
“What?” he asked, an innocent look in his eyes.
I smiled and asked the doorman to please have his bag taken up to my room. We walked around. I had a reservation at a restaurant at seven. Yoochun played tour guide, just like I had hoped and he talked about the architecture and art and history of almost every building we passed. I listened to him, but I also watched him. He smiled so much, and everything excited him, and he laughed and his eyes shone, and his cheeks turned red when he was really excited about something. We stopped at a Rialto Market and bought raspberries and blueberries and at them as the sun set over the tops of the buildings.
He spoke Italian almost fluently, and English pretty much fluently. He said he was learning Japanese, and wanted to try to tackle Russian next. I thought he was being pretty ambitious with that.
He chattered all through dinner, and laughed at my stories of Jaejoong and U-know. After dinner, we walked across the street to a small gelato shop. He kept a firm grip on my hand and fed me tart raspberry gelato from his spoon. The gleam in his eyes turned lustful as I licked at the spoon.
Yoochun took a deep breath and then smirked at me. Actually smirked.
“What?” I asked, using my own spoon to eat from his cup.
“This gelato would taste better eaten off your skin.”
I choked and coughed. He smiled, unrepentant, and continued eating. And I thought about that. Eating gelato from his body, everything sweet and slick and sticky and salty.
“Oh, god,” I muttered and felt heat rush up my cheeks.
He laughed. “Should we finish these on the way back to your hotel?”
I nodded, throat tight and unable to actually talk. His smile was doing things to my body. We left the store and walked toward the hotel. I could barely eat my gelato without my hand shaking.
“Still horny as ever,” Yoochun muttered.
I smiled at him. “Sorry. II’ve only had sex once in three years.”
He looked away, cheeks reddening.
I tilted my head and said, “Yoochun.”
He winced, because I never, ever called him by his name if I didn’t have to.
“Tell me.”
“I … I haven’t either, but Junsu … he’s … persistent.”
“Have you reported him?”
“He’s their poster child. He gets away with everything.” Yoochun looked like he was about to cry. I dumped my gelato in the next trashcan and took his hand. I had a lot of questions, all about to spurt rudely from my lips. I needed to calm myself down. The thought of anyone else touching my darling angered me beyond reason. I needed to calm down so I could show Yoochun that I was not upset with him.
We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. My room was ostentatious and overly done. After spending time walking around the city with Yoochun, I planned on checking out the next morning and finding a more quaint place to stay. Less manufactured, more hand made.
I led him right to the bed, and he sighed as he sagged into the mattress, feet still on the floor. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, hovering over him. I pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Junsu-shi is a good sunbae. He taught me a lot when I first started here, and then he requested to be my roommate, and I’ve been rejecting him every since.”
“Sounds like he’s a little too persuasive.”
Yoochun snorted. “When he wakes me up with his mouth around my cock, then yes, I’d say so.”
I kissed him, slow and steady, until he relaxed below me.
“I saw him force himself on you, my darling. And I saw you refuse him. Anything he’s done in the past is not your fault.”
“He says it is because I’m so beautiful.” A red tinge covered my darling’s cheeks.
“Well, he is right about you being beautiful.” I kissed a collarbone peaking out from his t-shirt. “And irresistible. I don’t blame him at all.”
“Hyung,” Yoochun said and tried to push me away.
I chuckled and continued to kiss along the neckline of his shirt. I kept the kisses small, nothing more than an open mouth. He moaned, fingers clenched on my biceps. His chest rose in a deep breath and then he cursed, under his breath. He pushed himself away, up further on the bed. I laughed as practically tore his shirt off.
“Fuck this,” he said again. “I am … fuck me, hyung, just … no teasing. Not now.”
I lay on my side, propped up on an elbow and watched him strip. “What would you say if I said I didn’t have lube?”
“Take me raw.”
My cock pulsed in my pants and I moaned. He smirked over his shoulder at me as he tore off his boxers.
“And I brought a bag, remember? I came prepared.”
I laughed and stood up, rolling away from him just before he launched himself at me.
“Hyung,” he whined as he landed on the bed where I had been. I smiled at him and bent over, picking up his bag. He lay on his back, spread eagle and stroked his cock. He was right; his abs were amazing. I tore my eyes away from his body and unzipped the back. He had an extra change of clothes, and a school book. Unceremoniously, I upended the bag and dumped everything out.
“Hyung! Geez.”
I smiled and bent over again, picking up a bottle of lube and a yellow dildo. “What is this? Huh?”
He grinned, cheeks flushing slightly, but still trying to be confident and secure. “My birthday present to me.”
“We may have to use this later.”
I left the dildo on the nightstand and then went back to the bed with the lube. I kissed his shin, mouth open along the bone. His skin twitched.
“How long has it been?” I whispered as I dragged my mouth up to his knee, and then further, over his thigh.
“Nine-nine months.”
“Too long, huh?”
“Oh, god, yeah.”
I sucked patches of skin into my mouth, chewing lightly on them.
“Oh, please, hyung, just … make me come, just …”
I wrapped my hand loosely around his cock and stroked lightly. Yoochun’s hands settled in my hair, tugging lightly as I continued to kiss his skin. I kneeled next to him, bent over, lying kisses over his abs and up his stomach. His muscles weren’t yet defined, and still held the scrawniness of youth. In a couple more years though, they were going to be better than mine. I had new resolve to keep myself healthy and start exercising more frequently.
“Still so beautiful, my darling,” I whispered.
“Hyung, please, oh please.”
I pressed my lips against the soft crown of his erection. He moaned, and I licked up a sudden stream of precome. I felt him pulse in my hand, grow larger and jerked. I kept my lips there, rubbing the head against them as I stroked him slowly.
“Fuck, hyung. Fuck.” He thrashed his head and tried to bend his knees and jerk into my hand. I added a bit of pressure on an upstroke, and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He shouted my name, hips rising and then came, spurting into my mouth. I swallowed, gagging just a little since I wasn’t as used to it anymore.
Yoochun panted, gripping fingers turning to light caresses as I licked up and down his quivering erection.
“God, hyung, I’ve missed you.”
I let his cock fall from my mouth and then moved over him, above him. I kissed him deeply. His arms snaked around my shoulders, pulling me flush against him. Our bodies rolled to the sides and then he was straddling me, rocking against my still-trapped erection.
Slim fingers unbuttoned my shirt. I propped up on my elbows so he could push it off my shoulders, but the last few buttons were still fastened. I sat up, and he pulled it over my head. My undershirt followed right after.
He sat back, right on my crotch and ran his hands up and down my chest and stomach. “Still so sexy, hyung.”
I smiled and caught his wrists. “And you’re even sexier.”
He smirked. “And here I was worried you wouldn’t want me now that I was legal.”
“Darling!” I said and pushed him off me. He laughed and curled in on himself. I jumped over him, pinning him to the bed with my body. I kissed his shoulder and then neck and arm. He fought with me, laughing more as I dug my fingers into his ribs. He begged me to stop and I turned my torture to caresses. He gasped, hands clenching the blankets.
“So sensitive.”
“Please, hyung, please.”
“What do you want?” I whispered. I leaned over him and our mouths met.
“You. Inside, me please. Just … finger me.”
I shivered from my memories of a fifteen year old Yoochun begging me to finger him.
I kneeled between his legs, and he grabbed under his thighs, pulling his legs up for me to see him. Everything about him was so beautiful. I ran my hands over his smooth skin of his thighs and ass. He shivered under the attention. I leaned forward. I meant to grab the lube and prep him like he wanted, but it was too tantalizing. Too addicted. Too tempting.
I ran my tongue up the cleft of his ass. He cried out, body tensing. His skin smelled so good. I rutted lightly against the blankets, keeping time to the licks over his entrance. It quivered under my tongue, tensing as I pushed in further. His moans echoed around the room. His thighs started shaking. I licked him, over and over, again and again. I lost track of time before adding a finger to play. Just the pad pushed into him and he gasped out my name. His cock was hard and weeping clear fluid all over his stomach.
I licked him a final time, pushed my finger into him all the way and then just watched his face. Mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. His tongue darted out, licking his lower lip.
Very slowly, I moved my finger in and out of his tight channel. His abs twitched as I ran my other hand over his body.
“Oh, god, hyung, please.” His eyes opened, meeting mine, and I took a deep breath at the unconstrained lust and greed in them.
I had definitely played long enough. I pulled away from his body and took off the rest of my clothes. He moaned in anticipation, leg rubbing up and down my back. I found the bottle of lube in the folds of blankets, after covering my fingers in the citrus liquid, I poured more right on his body. He panted, neck arching, eyes shut again. Slightly shaking, I pushed two fingers into him. He cried out my name, screaming in bliss as I pumped and spread and twisted my fingers in and out of his body.
His cock jerked, and I caved in the temptation and sucked it into my mouth.
“No, no, no, hyung, please. I want … come inside me. Fuck me. Don’t.”
I knew what his mutterings meant. I let his cock go and it slapped against his stomach. I grabbed him under the hips and yanked him toward me until his ass was against my legs. I held my cock down, swiped it over his entrance. The sound of his voice echoing through the room made my eyes shut in bliss. I pushed into him, gasping: half from the tightness, and half from the disbelief that I was finally with my darling again.
He moaned my name, trying to roll his hips up. I thrust into him, unsteady, weak. I couldn’t do more. My heart clenched tightly in my chest. My lungs refused to breathe. I felt so much love for my darling, that nothing else mattered. I fell over him, lips joining in a kiss as the pleasure in my body doubled, tripled, quadrupled. I knew I was fucking him, but I barely felt myself moving. Barely registered anything beyond the touch of his tongue on mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” I whispered, and then repeated it over and over again, whispering it into his mouth, his cheeks, his nose and chin. His breath left him in an anguished cry and then the kisses tasted salty. I licked up his tears and stopped moving. His arms and legs wrapped around my body. We were both shaking, trying to calm down.
His cries lessened, and then he kissed my shoulder, up to my neck. I moaned and rocked my hips again. He pushed at my body and I rolled us over. I slipped out of him only momentarily.
Yoochun straddled my waist, held my cock up and then sat, head falling back as I stretched him open again. His hands clenched my chest. His eyes stayed shut as he started riding me. I gripped his hips and bent my knees, lifting slightly to meet him. He moaned, gasping. He wrapped a shaking hand on his cock and stroked himself.
The waning pleasure returned as his body clenched around my cock. He cried out, moving faster, and I jerked up harder, slapping our bodies together. His cock twitched in his hand. His fingers dug into my skin as he whimpered my name. He curled over me, shivering, and then shouted out as his cock pulsed and warm come splattered over my chest. Yoochun barely held himself up and I smiled, bringing his lips down to mine for a kiss. He moaned and rolled again, to his side. His chest was heaving with deep breaths.
I situated on my knees. I lifted one of his legs to my shoulder and pushed back into him. He turned his head, muffling his moans on a pillow. I sucked on his thigh, leaving hickys on his pale skin.
“God, you feel so good, hyung,” he said, and then his hand was on his cock, stroking. Ah, to be eighteen again.
I rolled him to his back, fell over him and kissed him while I fucked him. My orgasm teased me, making me think it was there and snatched away. His hands gripped my ass, pushing me harder and I slammed into him, speeding up unconsciously until nothing made sense. The teasing worsened, and then was gone, orgasm ripping through me. I broke away from his lips, screamed as I came, pumping him full of my release.
He whimpered in pleasure and then kissed me through the aftershocks. I didn’t stop moving for a long time, and then fell against him, smashing him into the bed. His fingers traced nonsensical patters on my back, sweat cooled on my skin.
“I love you, hyung,” he whispered, “but you’re squishing me.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek before carefully pulling out of him and rolling to my back. He rolled with me and kissed my chest and licked at my nipples. I did as he had and ran my fingers over his back.
“So I’ve been thinking,” he said.
I made a noise to show I was listening. A soft breeze blew in from the open bay windows.
“Now that I’m eighteen, I can live off campus, as long as I’m not late for classes or I don’t get in trouble.”
“Really?” I smiled, because I had a sudden thought on where this was going.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking of moving off campus just to … for the privacy.”
I scowled thinking of Junsu’s advances; it was a great idea. I lifted his face to mine and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Consider it done, my darling.”
“B-but, hyung, I … I wasn’t-there’s more. What?”
I smiled at his confusion. “I will buy a villa on the mainland tomorrow, still close enough for you to get to school on time, and you can live there. We can live there.”
“Hy-hyung, I … I was going to get a job and work and--”
“You can still do that, my darling.”
“Wait. We? You … are you going to move to Venice?” He pushed up, hands on my chest. His eyes lit up, and his lips quirked. He was trying so hard not to look excited.
“Maybe not permanently. I have too many businesses in Korea, but I figure a few weeks at a time, preferably when you have your breaks. I’ll consider it a vacation home.”
“Oh, god, hyung.” He kissed me, and then again and again, until I was laughing. I wrapped my arms around him, lowered him to the bed and really, really kissed him. Slow, a tangle of tongues, nibbling on his lower lip. He moaned and arched into me. His erection pushed against my hip.
I shivered, and then mock-scowled at him. “You are insatiable, my darling.”
His smile widened, and then he broke into delightful laughter. I kissed his neck and down his collarbones. His fingers brushed over my cock, and then wrapped around me. I moaned as he stroked me. I was hard again pretty quickly.
“Remember when you told me that you’d do anything I asked you to do?” Yoochun muttered.
I grinned. “Yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, too.”
“And?”
He propped up on an elbow and met my eyes. His cheeks were red from embarrassment. “We … not tonight, but later, I …” He chewed on his lower lip. I gripped it with my fingers and pulled at it until he grinned and licked my fingers. I rubbed them over his chin and then down his neck to his nipples.
“What do you want, my darling?”
“Re-remember … I …” He let out a breath of air. “This isn’t as embarrassing in my head.” He fell back to the bed and bent one leg, swaying it back and forth while his fingers picked at the sheet.
“Is this a sexual request?” I asked with a smirk. He didn’t reply but he cheeks went redder and the blush moved down his neck. I leaned over him and kissed his collarbones, rutting against him lightly. “I told you to never be embarrassed to ask for what you want.”
“I know, but … I also don’t want you to be upset with me and …”
“Just say it, my darling.”
He sat up and crossed his legs and leaned forward. I saw the gleam in his eye; he really wanted what he was about to ask for. “Just don’t get mad.”
“Okay.”
“Like four months ago, I … anyway, I woke up to my hands tied up and-“
I scowled.
“-look, I told him to fuck off, and said I’d call rape on him, and he let me go, but …” He flung himself to the bed with a moan. “Then later, I thought of you doing that to me and I almost came. And-“
I crawled over him and kissed up his chest. “You want me to tie you up?”
“M-maybe.”
I licked a wet trail up his breast bone. He tilted his head back with a moan, giving me access to his neck and Adam’s apple. I sucked skin into my mouth and bit down lightly. He’d have a light mark for a couple of days.
“Or maybe,” I whispered, moving up to his ear. I blew warm air against his skin before tugging at the lobe with my teeth, “maybe you do want to be a little toy. A collar, a leash. On your hands and knees. I like that idea. It would put your face right at my crotch. Easy access to your mouth and throat.”
He was panting, fingers gripping my back. “Oh, god, yeah.” His eyes opened, and his look was serious before a small smile turned his lips. “Please, master.”
I moaned and kiss him hard. He moaned and then his fingers wrapped around my erection.
“Just what I wanted,” he whispered against my lips. He suddenly twisted and was gone, lifting up to his hands and knees. He smirked at me over his shoulder and then shook his ass in my face. “Fuck me, hyung.”
I spanked him lightly, and he yelped, startled, and then begged for one more. I laughed, wrapped my arms around his waist and tackled him to the bed again. He groaned, but kissed me back as our lips met. We rearranged, our kisses increasing. He ended up with his legs around my waist again, and with a minor movement and direction, I slipped my cock back into his body.
He moaned, fingers clutching my back.
“I love you, my darling,” I whispered into our kiss.
Yoochun nodded and said, “God, love you, hyung. I love you so much.”
I made love to my darling until neither of us had any energy. The night air turned cool, and I watched my darling sleep, wrapped in the sheets of the bed. Light from the city reflected off his body. I rubbed his back and smiled when he shifted, curling more tightly around me. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispered another ‘I love you’, and settled down to sleep.
I could see myself living in Venice, wandering the streets. Hand-in-hand with my darling.
Part 4: Love Me
Part 3: Feel Me
Part 2: Hold Me
Part 1: Find Me
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