The List 5/6?
Title: The List 5/6 This chapter contains cross dressing, toys and master/sub play
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 5:
Jaejoong takes a fast shower, cleaning himself up from the fun in the study room. And oh, god was it fun. He took out the plug to clean himself, but he doesn’t dare take off the cock ring. Just a touch is going be enough to make him come.
He dries off, covers his skin in vanilla lotion, and then heads to the room.
Yoochun smirks at him from his bed. “Do you want to use my bed? I could jerk off to this forever knowing it happened on my bed.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes but smiles. “Shut up. Just … I don’t even know.” He bites his lower lip, wondering. The instructions were not as specific as he thought they were. He wonders if he should improvise, and then decides that can’t be safe. He texts Yunho.
Master = I don’t have the proper things to bind myself with, master. Is it okay if I borrow some from Yoochun and have him help? =
Pet + I don’t want him seeing you naked. +
Jaejoong winces, because he’s naked, standing in the middle of the room
Pet + But I guess that’s okay. I’ll teach you how to properly and easily tie yourself up later. +
Master = Thank you, master.¬¬=
Pet + And tell Yoochun that I am very aware of Junsu’s fetish and to let you borrow a skirt +
Jaejoong’s eyes go wide, and he looks up at Yoochun. “Junsu likes wearing skirts?”
Yoochun freezes and then he laughs. “No. Junsu likes it when I wear skirts.”
“Yunho says that I should borrow a skirt.”
“Oh, god, this … this isn’t fair.”
Master = Thank you, master, I will. I’m so excited.=
“And how does he know about that?”
Jaejoong laughs. “He’s smart, remember?”
Yoochun stands up and goes to his dresser. “What skirt do you want? Plain, plaid, striped, pleated, short, long-“
“Dare I ask how many you have?”
Yoochun shrugs. He stands up with a handful of brightly colored cloth. “I don’t know. Junsu buys them, I wear them.”
“Yunho likes red,” Jaejoong says, remembering the few moments last night where they actually talked.
“Then here.” Yoochun takes out a plain red, pleated skirt. “I have a top to go with it, let me find it.”
“Dude. How did I not know about this?”
“Changmin and I promised Junsu not to tell. Which is why I’m wondering how Yunho knows about it.”
“Maybe Changmin let it slip.”
“Or the two of them were talking about it and thought they were alone and Yunho heard.”
“Probably.”
Yoochun hands Jaejoong a slinky white silk camisole, complete with a v-neck of red lace. His already hard cock pulses from the thought of wearing it.
“You want stockings, too?”
Jaejoong laughs. “I guess. This is crazy. Why … I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”
“Yunho has a nice cock.”
“Yeah, but … he’s so … so controlling, and I don’t know if it’s going to extend beyond the bedroom. I have my own life, you know.”
Yoochun frowns, and then he nods. “Yeah. I can’t see you bowing to his every whim and doing everything his says. Outside of the bedroom.”
“Or the study room,” Jaejoong says with a snort. He slips on the red skirt and zips up the side. The band lies perfectly on his hips, showing off his belly button and the dips in his hips. The front is tented from his hard cock, but the skirt is long enough to still cover it. The camisole snags on the chain connecting his piercings and then drops. It doesn’t cover much, just his chest.
“You look better in that than I do.”
Jaejoong smacks his shoulder as he laughs “No heels?”
Yoochun laughs. “No. I can’t walk in those, and I’m never on my feet when I’m dressed like that.” He lets out a breath. “I’m not sure what Yunho is going to like, so guess I’ll just improvise. Oh, god, just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Give me the stockings.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re about to get tied up with them. And you’re running out of time. When will Yunho be here?”
“Fuck, in like twenty minutes.”
“Like I said. Come on. You need to be properly presented,” Yoochun says with a grin. “Like a good plate of food. Tastes better if it’s presented better. Damn I wish we had a hook in our ceiling.”
“Future investment.”
Yoochun laughs. “Kneel on the bed, put your hands on your head.”
Jaejoong’s nerves are on high, and his dick hurts so much. He’s nervous, but he knows he can trust Yoochun. He kneels on the bed and then spreads his legs, so he’s pretty much sitting.
“Fabulous. You look like a manhwa slut.”
Jaejoong grins. “Perfect.”
Yoochun ties Jaejoong’s wrists to his elbows, and then stretches the length of the stocking to his ankles. Jaejoong moans from the stretch.
“God, this isn’t fair at all. If I didn’t think Yunho would murder me, I’d lock the door and play with you.”
“I will most definitely murder you,” Yunho says.
They both twist their heads to him and he laughs as he comes into the room. “So pretty. Thank you for your help, Yoochun-shi, but I can take it from here.”
“You’re early,” Yoochun says with a pout.
“My class let out early. And with knowing what was waiting for me, do you think I’d stick around and chat with my classmates?”
“Good point. Jaejoong, darling, I really, really want details this time, and Yunho, let him come. He’s dying.”
Yunho’s gaze darkens and Jaejoong swallows. “I don’t know. He might not deserve it yet.”
Jaejoong moans.
Yunho turns to Yoochun and makes shooing motions at him. “I’ll take a picture when I’m done, but that’s the best you’re going to get.”
“More than enough,” Yoochun says. He steals a kiss on Jaejoong’s cheek and then heads to the door. “MinSu are waiting for me in their room, so I have a place to sleep. I doubt I’ll be able to walk when they’re done with me anyway.”
The door shuts on his laughter and Yunho turns his feral look to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong swallows again, lowers his eyes, and then quickly looks back up. Yunho drops his bag and climbs up on the bed.
“I … master, I …” Jaejoong trails off with a shaky breath when Yunho traces the edge of the camisole.
“Yes, Jaejoong?”
“I’m not … not plugged, I … was going to-“
Yunho chuckles. “That’s okay. Just means you don’t get to come yet.”
Jaejoong whimpers and his eyes shut with a hiss as Yunho tugs on the nipple chains under his shirt.
“I like this outfit. I think I’m going to buy one of your own. And the stockings as restraints is a nice touch. Yoochun’s idea?”
Jaejoong nods.
Yunho trails his fingers down the stockings to Jaejoong’s ankles, and Jaejoong shivers, because he can’t remember the last time someone paid attention to that skin. Lips press against his cheek, and then to his ear.
“You do know how sexy you are, right?”
Jaejoong breathes harshly. “Y-yes, master.”
With a chuckle, Yunho licks at Jaejoong’s earlobe and then his heat moves away. He kneels, almost mirroring Jaejoong, and runs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides.
Even that slight touch has Jaejoong keening. His skin is prickled in anticipation and apprehension. He forgets he’s not blindfolded and his eyes flutter open. Yunho is so handsome, too handsome to stare at, but he does anyway. He’s also changed his clothes since last time. He’s wearing a green button down, and black jeans.
Jaejoong wants to unbutton his shirt. His arms flex in their bindings.
“What do you want, pet?” Yunho asks while caressing Jaejoong’s cheek.
“I … May I unbutton your shirt, master?” Jaejoong whispers.
“Your hands are tied, my pet.”
“I can use my mouth, if you’ll steady me, master.”
Yunho smiles. “Put my hands on you while you get me naked with your mouth? A fabulous idea.” He puts his hands on Jaejoong’s waist.
With an eager whine, Jaejoong leans forward, mouth open tongue out. He snags the first button with his lips, and a twist and the right pressure on the button has it slipping from its hole. Jaejoong has done this before, but never with someone like Yunho. The man’s hands run up and down his back and over his arms. Jaejoong is shaking as he releases the next few buttons. He grabs the shirt in his teeth and pulls it up, untucking it from Yunho’s pants to get to the last two buttons.
Finished, he rubs his face on the fabric spreading it, and whines in disappointment when he hits more cloth instead of skin.
Yunho pushes him up and then presses a kiss to Jaejoong’s pout. He slips the button-down off his broad shoulders, leaving him in a tank top.
Jaejoong decides that’s good enough. “Master, you are sexy in a tank top.”
“I thought you wanted it off.”
“I do, master, but it’s okay if you keep it on, too.”
Hooking his hands at the hem, Yunho pulls the tank top off.
Jaejoong is sure he’s drooling, staring at all that muscle. Broad shoulders, trim waist. Abs, and thighs. Oh, god. Jaejoong’s head goes light as Yunho takes off the rest of his clothes.
“Don’t think this means you’re getting fucked, pet. You’re all tied up. And you can’t touch me.”
Yunho piles Jaejoong’s pillows against the wall. Smirking, he sits at the far edge of the bed, legs spread. He doesn’t touch Jaejoong with his feet. Jaejoong licks his lips, following Yunho’s hands up and down his thick thighs. Yunho cups his balls, moaning, and Jaejoong tries not to whimper. His mouth opens in a gasp as Yunho strokes his cock.
“I’m going to jerk off staring at you, and you are not to make any noise, or move. Understand, pet?”
Jaejoong nods. He’s decided that Yunho likes seeing him suffer. To a point.
Yunho’s movements are slow, lazy upstrokes and loose down-strokes. Jaejoong catches patterns right away, how Yunho’s finger slides over the crown of his cock with every pass. Precome shines in a line down the length. Unconsciously, Jaejoong licks his lips again.
“That’s moving, you naughty pet. Don’t move. You can blink.”
Jaejoong bites back a whimper. His eyes follow Yunho’s other hand, fingers trailing over his abs.
“I can feel you lips, right here. On my skin. The heat of your tongue.” Yunho bends a knee, and Jaejoong jerks in surprise when his foot is planted on his thigh. He pushes the skirt up, high enough to bare Jaejoong’s erection. “And your cock. I can just feel it sliding against mine. Against my skin.”
Jaejoong whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as his cock pulses, and a stream precome drips to the bed.
“You are so naughty. It’s almost like you want me to punish you.”
Jaejoong’s lips curve and he meets Yunho’s eyes. Yunho’s gaze hardens and Jaejoong tries to look contrite.
“Tell me what you’re thinking behind that smile, pet.”
“I want you to spank me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m naughty, master.”
Yunho’s façade crumbles. He laughs, and pounces on Jaejoong. He grips behind Jaejoong’s neck and kisses him. “You’re addicting.”
“So are you.”
“I’m done playing, are you done playing? God, I want to fuck you again.”
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t in charge here, master.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rises and he smirks. “You’re kind of cheeky today.”
“You didn’t shut me up, sooooo…”
Yunho chuckles. With quick fingers, he undoes the knots at Jaejoong’s ankles. Jaejoong sighs as the material caresses his sensitive skin. Yunho’s hands follow, over his legs, up his thighs. Fingertips ghost along his erection, and then move higher, under the camisole. Yunho pinches his nipples with one hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Jaejoong says, voice low. “May I touch you, master?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong shivers and wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck. Their lips meet only for a moment before Yunho is kissing down his neck and over his shoulder. Jaejoong feathers his fingers through his hair.
Yunho closes his mouth over a nipple. A moan rips from Jaejoong’s throat as he sucks and plays with the piercing.
“Lay on your back, beautiful pet.”
Jaejoong shivers again. When Yunho lowers his voice like that, it feels like he’s speaking under Jaejoong’s skin instead of against it.
Shaking slightly, Jaejoong follows the order. Yunho kneels between his spread legs, running his hands up and down his legs. He leans down long enough to press a kiss to his thigh.
“Just a moment, baby.”
Yunho rolls off the bed and goes to his bag. Jaejoong licks his lips as Yunho bends over. He stands back up and Jaejoong’s eyes go wide. Dangling from his hand is a string of anal beads. Jaejoong’s mouth waters, eyes darting between the toy and Yunho’s cock.
“I thought you just wanted to fuck me, master,” Jaejoong says, breathless.
“I know, but then I remembered how much I love playing with you.” Yunho kisses him, deep and short and it leaves Jaejoong’s head spinning. “Put your arms above your head.”
Jaejoong does, and in a short moment, Yunho ties the stockings to the bed frame.
“I want you to touch me, but I think that will be too distracting.”
Jaejoong moans, arching his body toward Yunho’s heat. The toy trails down his stomach. Yunho dumps lube right on his body. The beads clink as they drop, and Yunho rolls them over and over each other. Jaejoong whimpers when Yunho drags them over his nipples.
“There are eight here,” Yunho says, going down further. A single bead runs over the bend of his hip and down to his balls. “Think you can take them all?”
“Only one way-“ Jaejoong moans as a bead presses against his entrance. Yunho spins it.
“-to find out,” Jaejoong finishes. He spreads his legs and bends his knees.
Yunho kisses his knees at the same time he pushes the first bead in. Jaejoong gasps when a second immediately follows.
“I listened to you last night too, remember?” Yunho says. “When I asked you what your favorite toy was.”
Jaejoong’s eyes squeeze shut as another bead is inserted into his ass. He had been embarrassed how fast he’d said anal beads when Yunho asked that.
“Do you like it?” has asks, running his hands up and down Jaejoong's thighs, under the skirt. His fingers tease his balls for a moment.
Jaejoong nods and gasps, “Yes, master,” voice breaking as another bead is pushed into his body. Because of the sex in the study room, and the plug he wore afterwards, Jaejoong is sure all eight of them will go inside him easily.
“You look like you need to come,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong cries out as Yunho licks the length of his erection. He opens his mouth at the base and just breathes on him, moving up to the head, where his tongue pushes into the slit. He closes his lips around the crown and sucks lightly, and any type of coherent thought flies from Jaejoong’s brain. His body stretches around beads, but he loses track of the number. The intense feeling of being too full increases, and then even more full, and even more when he doesn’t think he can take anymore.
Constant moans fall from his lips, and dull pain registers from his wrists. But it’s nothing compared to the pain of his swollen cock. When Yunho’s mouth is gone from his cock, all Jaejoong can do is whimper in relief.
Yunho says something, but Jaejoong can’t hear him. Fingers grip his chin, and Jaejoong’s eyes open to the blurry image of Yunho above him
“I better let you come before I physically damage you.”
Jaejoong whimpers. Moans turn to cries as Yunho pulls the toy from his ass. Jaejoong is gasping, trying to rein in some kind of control. Yunho spreads his legs, hands splayed on his inner thighs. His cock prods Jaejoong’s stretched entrance. With a muffled gasp, Yunho pushes into him.
“God, I think I could fuck you for days and never need anything else,” Yunho whispers, thrusting lightly.
Jaejoong whimpers and tries to nod. He grips the ties and rolls his hips so Yunho can thrust harder. His cock hurts so much. The room swims and Yunho’s lips press randomly against his skin, burning with their touch. Jaejoong’s whimpers and moans fill the room. His legs ache and his arms ache, but everything feels so good.
“You’re so noisy, pet,” Yunho says.
Metal touches Jaejoong’s lips and his mouth opens. The first anal bead pushes into his mouth, followed quickly by three or four more, Jaejoong doesn’t know. He tries not to swallow them, gagging slightly as one slips into his throat.
Firm fingers grip his thighs and Yunho fucks him harder. Jaejoong’s body tries to come again, and then he gives up, sagging with a whine, going slack, too pleasured and too hot to do anything else. His energy zaps, and tingles spread around him. He cries out around the toy when Yunho grips his cock, but a moment later, the pressure releases and everything shouts and Jaejoong finally comes, exploding heavy loads of white all over his stomach and the skirt. He can’t open his eyes or move or do anything but moan and whimper when Yunho pulls his cock out.
Jaejoong lay confused and tired, trying to open his eyes.
There is a click, a shutter, and then another, and another.
“You are so beautiful. I hope Yoochun appreciates this.”
Soft hands release his wrists and rearrange his body on the bed. Jaejoong whimpers, body so used and tired. The beads are taken from his mouth. Lips press against his neck and those hands ran up and down his body, relaxing, not teasing. Jaejoong’s breathing steadies, and he opens his eyes for long enough to see Yunho. He smiles slowly. His eyes flutter shut again.
“M-master.”
Yunho smiles and presses a kiss to his lips. “Sleep, my Jaejoong. Sleep.”
Part 6: The Date
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 5:
Jaejoong takes a fast shower, cleaning himself up from the fun in the study room. And oh, god was it fun. He took out the plug to clean himself, but he doesn’t dare take off the cock ring. Just a touch is going be enough to make him come.
He dries off, covers his skin in vanilla lotion, and then heads to the room.
Yoochun smirks at him from his bed. “Do you want to use my bed? I could jerk off to this forever knowing it happened on my bed.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes but smiles. “Shut up. Just … I don’t even know.” He bites his lower lip, wondering. The instructions were not as specific as he thought they were. He wonders if he should improvise, and then decides that can’t be safe. He texts Yunho.
Master = I don’t have the proper things to bind myself with, master. Is it okay if I borrow some from Yoochun and have him help? =
Pet + I don’t want him seeing you naked. +
Jaejoong winces, because he’s naked, standing in the middle of the room
Pet + But I guess that’s okay. I’ll teach you how to properly and easily tie yourself up later. +
Master = Thank you, master.¬¬=
Pet + And tell Yoochun that I am very aware of Junsu’s fetish and to let you borrow a skirt +
Jaejoong’s eyes go wide, and he looks up at Yoochun. “Junsu likes wearing skirts?”
Yoochun freezes and then he laughs. “No. Junsu likes it when I wear skirts.”
“Yunho says that I should borrow a skirt.”
“Oh, god, this … this isn’t fair.”
Master = Thank you, master, I will. I’m so excited.=
“And how does he know about that?”
Jaejoong laughs. “He’s smart, remember?”
Yoochun stands up and goes to his dresser. “What skirt do you want? Plain, plaid, striped, pleated, short, long-“
“Dare I ask how many you have?”
Yoochun shrugs. He stands up with a handful of brightly colored cloth. “I don’t know. Junsu buys them, I wear them.”
“Yunho likes red,” Jaejoong says, remembering the few moments last night where they actually talked.
“Then here.” Yoochun takes out a plain red, pleated skirt. “I have a top to go with it, let me find it.”
“Dude. How did I not know about this?”
“Changmin and I promised Junsu not to tell. Which is why I’m wondering how Yunho knows about it.”
“Maybe Changmin let it slip.”
“Or the two of them were talking about it and thought they were alone and Yunho heard.”
“Probably.”
Yoochun hands Jaejoong a slinky white silk camisole, complete with a v-neck of red lace. His already hard cock pulses from the thought of wearing it.
“You want stockings, too?”
Jaejoong laughs. “I guess. This is crazy. Why … I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”
“Yunho has a nice cock.”
“Yeah, but … he’s so … so controlling, and I don’t know if it’s going to extend beyond the bedroom. I have my own life, you know.”
Yoochun frowns, and then he nods. “Yeah. I can’t see you bowing to his every whim and doing everything his says. Outside of the bedroom.”
“Or the study room,” Jaejoong says with a snort. He slips on the red skirt and zips up the side. The band lies perfectly on his hips, showing off his belly button and the dips in his hips. The front is tented from his hard cock, but the skirt is long enough to still cover it. The camisole snags on the chain connecting his piercings and then drops. It doesn’t cover much, just his chest.
“You look better in that than I do.”
Jaejoong smacks his shoulder as he laughs “No heels?”
Yoochun laughs. “No. I can’t walk in those, and I’m never on my feet when I’m dressed like that.” He lets out a breath. “I’m not sure what Yunho is going to like, so guess I’ll just improvise. Oh, god, just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Give me the stockings.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re about to get tied up with them. And you’re running out of time. When will Yunho be here?”
“Fuck, in like twenty minutes.”
“Like I said. Come on. You need to be properly presented,” Yoochun says with a grin. “Like a good plate of food. Tastes better if it’s presented better. Damn I wish we had a hook in our ceiling.”
“Future investment.”
Yoochun laughs. “Kneel on the bed, put your hands on your head.”
Jaejoong’s nerves are on high, and his dick hurts so much. He’s nervous, but he knows he can trust Yoochun. He kneels on the bed and then spreads his legs, so he’s pretty much sitting.
“Fabulous. You look like a manhwa slut.”
Jaejoong grins. “Perfect.”
Yoochun ties Jaejoong’s wrists to his elbows, and then stretches the length of the stocking to his ankles. Jaejoong moans from the stretch.
“God, this isn’t fair at all. If I didn’t think Yunho would murder me, I’d lock the door and play with you.”
“I will most definitely murder you,” Yunho says.
They both twist their heads to him and he laughs as he comes into the room. “So pretty. Thank you for your help, Yoochun-shi, but I can take it from here.”
“You’re early,” Yoochun says with a pout.
“My class let out early. And with knowing what was waiting for me, do you think I’d stick around and chat with my classmates?”
“Good point. Jaejoong, darling, I really, really want details this time, and Yunho, let him come. He’s dying.”
Yunho’s gaze darkens and Jaejoong swallows. “I don’t know. He might not deserve it yet.”
Jaejoong moans.
Yunho turns to Yoochun and makes shooing motions at him. “I’ll take a picture when I’m done, but that’s the best you’re going to get.”
“More than enough,” Yoochun says. He steals a kiss on Jaejoong’s cheek and then heads to the door. “MinSu are waiting for me in their room, so I have a place to sleep. I doubt I’ll be able to walk when they’re done with me anyway.”
The door shuts on his laughter and Yunho turns his feral look to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong swallows again, lowers his eyes, and then quickly looks back up. Yunho drops his bag and climbs up on the bed.
“I … master, I …” Jaejoong trails off with a shaky breath when Yunho traces the edge of the camisole.
“Yes, Jaejoong?”
“I’m not … not plugged, I … was going to-“
Yunho chuckles. “That’s okay. Just means you don’t get to come yet.”
Jaejoong whimpers and his eyes shut with a hiss as Yunho tugs on the nipple chains under his shirt.
“I like this outfit. I think I’m going to buy one of your own. And the stockings as restraints is a nice touch. Yoochun’s idea?”
Jaejoong nods.
Yunho trails his fingers down the stockings to Jaejoong’s ankles, and Jaejoong shivers, because he can’t remember the last time someone paid attention to that skin. Lips press against his cheek, and then to his ear.
“You do know how sexy you are, right?”
Jaejoong breathes harshly. “Y-yes, master.”
With a chuckle, Yunho licks at Jaejoong’s earlobe and then his heat moves away. He kneels, almost mirroring Jaejoong, and runs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides.
Even that slight touch has Jaejoong keening. His skin is prickled in anticipation and apprehension. He forgets he’s not blindfolded and his eyes flutter open. Yunho is so handsome, too handsome to stare at, but he does anyway. He’s also changed his clothes since last time. He’s wearing a green button down, and black jeans.
Jaejoong wants to unbutton his shirt. His arms flex in their bindings.
“What do you want, pet?” Yunho asks while caressing Jaejoong’s cheek.
“I … May I unbutton your shirt, master?” Jaejoong whispers.
“Your hands are tied, my pet.”
“I can use my mouth, if you’ll steady me, master.”
Yunho smiles. “Put my hands on you while you get me naked with your mouth? A fabulous idea.” He puts his hands on Jaejoong’s waist.
With an eager whine, Jaejoong leans forward, mouth open tongue out. He snags the first button with his lips, and a twist and the right pressure on the button has it slipping from its hole. Jaejoong has done this before, but never with someone like Yunho. The man’s hands run up and down his back and over his arms. Jaejoong is shaking as he releases the next few buttons. He grabs the shirt in his teeth and pulls it up, untucking it from Yunho’s pants to get to the last two buttons.
Finished, he rubs his face on the fabric spreading it, and whines in disappointment when he hits more cloth instead of skin.
Yunho pushes him up and then presses a kiss to Jaejoong’s pout. He slips the button-down off his broad shoulders, leaving him in a tank top.
Jaejoong decides that’s good enough. “Master, you are sexy in a tank top.”
“I thought you wanted it off.”
“I do, master, but it’s okay if you keep it on, too.”
Hooking his hands at the hem, Yunho pulls the tank top off.
Jaejoong is sure he’s drooling, staring at all that muscle. Broad shoulders, trim waist. Abs, and thighs. Oh, god. Jaejoong’s head goes light as Yunho takes off the rest of his clothes.
“Don’t think this means you’re getting fucked, pet. You’re all tied up. And you can’t touch me.”
Yunho piles Jaejoong’s pillows against the wall. Smirking, he sits at the far edge of the bed, legs spread. He doesn’t touch Jaejoong with his feet. Jaejoong licks his lips, following Yunho’s hands up and down his thick thighs. Yunho cups his balls, moaning, and Jaejoong tries not to whimper. His mouth opens in a gasp as Yunho strokes his cock.
“I’m going to jerk off staring at you, and you are not to make any noise, or move. Understand, pet?”
Jaejoong nods. He’s decided that Yunho likes seeing him suffer. To a point.
Yunho’s movements are slow, lazy upstrokes and loose down-strokes. Jaejoong catches patterns right away, how Yunho’s finger slides over the crown of his cock with every pass. Precome shines in a line down the length. Unconsciously, Jaejoong licks his lips again.
“That’s moving, you naughty pet. Don’t move. You can blink.”
Jaejoong bites back a whimper. His eyes follow Yunho’s other hand, fingers trailing over his abs.
“I can feel you lips, right here. On my skin. The heat of your tongue.” Yunho bends a knee, and Jaejoong jerks in surprise when his foot is planted on his thigh. He pushes the skirt up, high enough to bare Jaejoong’s erection. “And your cock. I can just feel it sliding against mine. Against my skin.”
Jaejoong whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as his cock pulses, and a stream precome drips to the bed.
“You are so naughty. It’s almost like you want me to punish you.”
Jaejoong’s lips curve and he meets Yunho’s eyes. Yunho’s gaze hardens and Jaejoong tries to look contrite.
“Tell me what you’re thinking behind that smile, pet.”
“I want you to spank me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m naughty, master.”
Yunho’s façade crumbles. He laughs, and pounces on Jaejoong. He grips behind Jaejoong’s neck and kisses him. “You’re addicting.”
“So are you.”
“I’m done playing, are you done playing? God, I want to fuck you again.”
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t in charge here, master.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rises and he smirks. “You’re kind of cheeky today.”
“You didn’t shut me up, sooooo…”
Yunho chuckles. With quick fingers, he undoes the knots at Jaejoong’s ankles. Jaejoong sighs as the material caresses his sensitive skin. Yunho’s hands follow, over his legs, up his thighs. Fingertips ghost along his erection, and then move higher, under the camisole. Yunho pinches his nipples with one hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Jaejoong says, voice low. “May I touch you, master?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong shivers and wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck. Their lips meet only for a moment before Yunho is kissing down his neck and over his shoulder. Jaejoong feathers his fingers through his hair.
Yunho closes his mouth over a nipple. A moan rips from Jaejoong’s throat as he sucks and plays with the piercing.
“Lay on your back, beautiful pet.”
Jaejoong shivers again. When Yunho lowers his voice like that, it feels like he’s speaking under Jaejoong’s skin instead of against it.
Shaking slightly, Jaejoong follows the order. Yunho kneels between his spread legs, running his hands up and down his legs. He leans down long enough to press a kiss to his thigh.
“Just a moment, baby.”
Yunho rolls off the bed and goes to his bag. Jaejoong licks his lips as Yunho bends over. He stands back up and Jaejoong’s eyes go wide. Dangling from his hand is a string of anal beads. Jaejoong’s mouth waters, eyes darting between the toy and Yunho’s cock.
“I thought you just wanted to fuck me, master,” Jaejoong says, breathless.
“I know, but then I remembered how much I love playing with you.” Yunho kisses him, deep and short and it leaves Jaejoong’s head spinning. “Put your arms above your head.”
Jaejoong does, and in a short moment, Yunho ties the stockings to the bed frame.
“I want you to touch me, but I think that will be too distracting.”
Jaejoong moans, arching his body toward Yunho’s heat. The toy trails down his stomach. Yunho dumps lube right on his body. The beads clink as they drop, and Yunho rolls them over and over each other. Jaejoong whimpers when Yunho drags them over his nipples.
“There are eight here,” Yunho says, going down further. A single bead runs over the bend of his hip and down to his balls. “Think you can take them all?”
“Only one way-“ Jaejoong moans as a bead presses against his entrance. Yunho spins it.
“-to find out,” Jaejoong finishes. He spreads his legs and bends his knees.
Yunho kisses his knees at the same time he pushes the first bead in. Jaejoong gasps when a second immediately follows.
“I listened to you last night too, remember?” Yunho says. “When I asked you what your favorite toy was.”
Jaejoong’s eyes squeeze shut as another bead is inserted into his ass. He had been embarrassed how fast he’d said anal beads when Yunho asked that.
“Do you like it?” has asks, running his hands up and down Jaejoong's thighs, under the skirt. His fingers tease his balls for a moment.
Jaejoong nods and gasps, “Yes, master,” voice breaking as another bead is pushed into his body. Because of the sex in the study room, and the plug he wore afterwards, Jaejoong is sure all eight of them will go inside him easily.
“You look like you need to come,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong cries out as Yunho licks the length of his erection. He opens his mouth at the base and just breathes on him, moving up to the head, where his tongue pushes into the slit. He closes his lips around the crown and sucks lightly, and any type of coherent thought flies from Jaejoong’s brain. His body stretches around beads, but he loses track of the number. The intense feeling of being too full increases, and then even more full, and even more when he doesn’t think he can take anymore.
Constant moans fall from his lips, and dull pain registers from his wrists. But it’s nothing compared to the pain of his swollen cock. When Yunho’s mouth is gone from his cock, all Jaejoong can do is whimper in relief.
Yunho says something, but Jaejoong can’t hear him. Fingers grip his chin, and Jaejoong’s eyes open to the blurry image of Yunho above him
“I better let you come before I physically damage you.”
Jaejoong whimpers. Moans turn to cries as Yunho pulls the toy from his ass. Jaejoong is gasping, trying to rein in some kind of control. Yunho spreads his legs, hands splayed on his inner thighs. His cock prods Jaejoong’s stretched entrance. With a muffled gasp, Yunho pushes into him.
“God, I think I could fuck you for days and never need anything else,” Yunho whispers, thrusting lightly.
Jaejoong whimpers and tries to nod. He grips the ties and rolls his hips so Yunho can thrust harder. His cock hurts so much. The room swims and Yunho’s lips press randomly against his skin, burning with their touch. Jaejoong’s whimpers and moans fill the room. His legs ache and his arms ache, but everything feels so good.
“You’re so noisy, pet,” Yunho says.
Metal touches Jaejoong’s lips and his mouth opens. The first anal bead pushes into his mouth, followed quickly by three or four more, Jaejoong doesn’t know. He tries not to swallow them, gagging slightly as one slips into his throat.
Firm fingers grip his thighs and Yunho fucks him harder. Jaejoong’s body tries to come again, and then he gives up, sagging with a whine, going slack, too pleasured and too hot to do anything else. His energy zaps, and tingles spread around him. He cries out around the toy when Yunho grips his cock, but a moment later, the pressure releases and everything shouts and Jaejoong finally comes, exploding heavy loads of white all over his stomach and the skirt. He can’t open his eyes or move or do anything but moan and whimper when Yunho pulls his cock out.
Jaejoong lay confused and tired, trying to open his eyes.
There is a click, a shutter, and then another, and another.
“You are so beautiful. I hope Yoochun appreciates this.”
Soft hands release his wrists and rearrange his body on the bed. Jaejoong whimpers, body so used and tired. The beads are taken from his mouth. Lips press against his neck and those hands ran up and down his body, relaxing, not teasing. Jaejoong’s breathing steadies, and he opens his eyes for long enough to see Yunho. He smiles slowly. His eyes flutter shut again.
“M-master.”
Yunho smiles and presses a kiss to his lips. “Sleep, my Jaejoong. Sleep.”
Part 6: The Date
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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