Move In Boyfriend 2/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 2/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Jae’s lips pressed against his. Soft, and he tasted like coffee and strawberries. Yoochun’s hands tightened, trying to pull him closer as he opened his mouth for Jae’s questing tongue. Jae echoed his moan, pushing him back against the door. Yoochun’s hands slid up his sides, still under the sport coat, tracing the muscles up Jae’s back and shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, Jae shrugged out of the coat. Then his hands were at Yoochun’s stomach, doing the same, fingers drawn over muscles, up his chest and shoulders to slide his leather jacket off.
Yoochun’s brain was on overdrive. He was trying to think, trying not to think. God, what the hell was he doing? He never did stuff like this. He didn’t even know Jaejoong. But most of him didn’t care. He hadn’t kissed anyone since Yunho left. And he didn’t want to stop.
The two buttons on his shirt unsnapped, and it shortly joined his jacket on the floor.
The mewl out of his mouth when Jae’s fingers touched fire to his skin wasn’t one of protest.
The room spun again, Jae turning them, and then moving down the small hall to the living room beyond. Something hit the back of Yoochun’s knees, and despite hands that grabbed his hips, Yoochun fell. He landed sharply on the corner of a box with a little cry.
Jaejoong kneeled next to him. “Yoochun, are you okay?”
Face contorted with pain, Yoochun said, “Yeah. Just a-”
Jae soft hands slid up his stomach, pushing up his shirt, and then grasped him and rolled him to his side. There was a bright red mark at the edge of his back. Jae smiled and bent down to kiss it.
It hurt, a lot, and Yoochun knew he’d have a bruise there, but then Jaejoong’s tongue slid over it, and he burned in a whole new way.
His hands found their way into Jae’s blonde hair. Was that him moaning? Yeah, it was him.
“All better?” he asked and when Yoochun gasped out a yes, his mouth closed around the sore area and sucked, bit and abused it until Yoochun was twisting and thrashing and begging Jae to stop.
“Okay. I’ll stop,” Jaejoong said, but just moved his mouth to a different patch of skin on Yoochun’s stomach. “What about right here? Can I play here?”
Without waiting for an answer, Jaejoong bit down.
Yoochun arched into him, crying out as Jae added another bruise to his body. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. That required thinking and Jae’s fingers suddenly pinching and tugging on his nipples tossed all coherent thoughts from his mind. Jae tongued a trail up to a nipple, pushing Yoochun’s wife beater higher. Yoochun grabbed it and pulled it over his head.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” Jaejoong whispered as he kissed up Yoochun’s collar bone and neck.
“Probably not,” Yoochun breathed before their lips crashed together again.
Jaejoong settled against him, one leg between Yoochun’s. He pressed down, and Yoochun moaned when his thigh rubbed against Jaejoong’s erection.
“Definitely not a good idea,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun wrapped fingers into Jae’s shirt and tugged on it, pulling, until Jae broke away long enough to yank it off. Another series of muffled moans seeped past Yoochun’s lips when their skin touched. Yoochun couldn’t stop touching him. Jae’s body was perfect, broad, muscular shoulders, biceps, and pec muscles that clenched under his hands. He trailed fingertips down his abs, finally getting Jae to lose a bit of control when a breath of laughter escaped between their lips and he had to stop kissing Yoochun long enough to breath.
Jae grabbed his wrists and Yoochun didn’t struggle when he forced them over his head and pinned him to the ground with his body.
“Are you ticklish?” Jae asked him, lips brushing his again. “I guess I could find out now, or we can find out later, with you blindfolded and bound and me with a silk scarf caressing your skin.”
Yoochun’s breath stopped, eyes wide as he stared at Jaejoong, imagining himself like that, with Jae above him, fingers and scarves trailing his body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Yoochun moaned and then they were kissing again.
Jae let go of his hands, moved his body away and started working at Yoochun’s pants. Yoochun clutched at Jae’s muscled back, probably leaving deep nail imprints as Jae’s mouth bit down on his collar bone. He arched into Jae’s body, and Jae took advantage of it and slid his pants and boxers down to his knees.
“Now the real torture begins,” Jae whispered. He kissed Yoochun deeply one more time, and then with no preamble, slid down his body and engulfed Yoochun’s cock.
Yoochun arched up with a loud cry, hands twisting in Jaejoong’s hair. God, it’d been so long since someone’s mouth was on his cock. Even Yunho hadn’t done this often. Expected Yoochun to do it, but …
“Holy fuck,” Yoochun muttered and then moaned when Jae moved his tongue away.
With small licks on Yoochun’s hips, Jaejoong said, “I think you may need to have the edge taken off.”
All Yoochun could do was gasp.
Jae’s hot mouth slid back toward Yoochun’s cock, giving it a tiny lick that had Yoochun whimpering, before moving his licks lower, teasing his balls for a moment and then lifting them up to lick at the edge of his crack.
“God, Jae, please.”
Jae smiled, wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock and stroked him while his tongue teased the sides of Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun arched into the hand, away from the tongue, and groaned, falling back to the tongue. The hand loosened, and with another jerk, Yoochun set a rhythm, back sliding on the carpet, moans filling the room as Jae teased him.
Jae let go of his cock, gripped Yoochun’s hips and pushed them into the floor. He balanced his whole weight on them, and Yoochun winced from the pressure, unable to get his legs up to help support the weight. Jae let his elbows bend, and licked Yoochun’s cock before pushing up again.
“Mm,” Jae said as he did another pushup. “You may be my new favorite piece of exercise equipment.”
Another lick, and Yoochun cried out. “Please, Jae, please. Stop teasing.”
“Ah, but teasing is what I do best, and if you can’t handle this, then you’re going to love what I plan on doing to you later.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Eventually.”
With the next drop, Jae took Yoochun’s cock in his mouth again. Yoochun tried to thrust up against Jae’s hands, screaming as Jae held himself up against his thighs. Feelings narrowed down to that pressure and the sinful slide of his cock in and out of Jae’s throat. Yoochun’s hand found the edge of a box and he grabbed it knuckles white, tugging until it fell over behind him. He squirmed and moaned and pushed his upper body to his elbows. He watched Jae with fuzzy vision. Jae looked up, smirked around his cock and winked. He dropped, opened his throat and pressed lips to Yoochun’s body.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun moaned, dragging the word out. His head fell back, eyes shut, as pleasure ripped from his throat in a scream and he came in Jaejoong’s mouth. Jae sucked a few more times, tonguing Yoochun’s slit, until Yoochun swam up from his dazed state to weakly protest.
Jae pulled away and sat back on his knees. He smiled down at Yoochun. A single drop of come pearled at the tip of Yoochun’s cock. Jae wiped it up and sucked his finger tip clean.
“YooYum. I knew you’d taste good,” he whispered, and kissed Yoochun deeply.
Yoochun almost smiled, still breathing too hard to follow the kiss.
“It’s interesting that you picked that particular box to clutch onto,” Jae said.
Yoochun bent his head back, eyes trying to focus on the box behind him. In bold, English letters is said, “TOYS”.
Toys? What kind of grown man has a box full …
Red heat spread up through Yoochun’s face. Jae laughed, lips and tongue trailing down Yoochun’s neck.
“Shall we see what’s inside?”
Jae crawled up Yoochun’s body, legs ending up spread, knees on his shoulders. Jae still had his pants on, but they were unbuttoned, sliding low on his hips. No underwear. His cock was hard, red, and in Yoochun’s face. Yoochun licked his lips. Jaejoong moved his feet, toes brushing Yoochun’s nipples.
Tape ripped from the top of the box.
“Are you going to stare at it?” Jae asked.
Yoochun swallowed, but lifted his head as much as he could with Jae pinning his upper body to the floor. He managed a lick Jae’s cock and then fell back.
“You must not want it very badly,” Jae said, tone conversational as he rummaged through the box, but he spread his legs a bit more.
Yoochun reached again, this time managed to wrap lips around the base of Jae’s cock. Only a shudder up his body showed that Jae enjoyed it. Very carefully, Yoochun moved his lips up. As long as he didn’t let go, he’d be able to reach the tip and slide him down his throat.
“Ah ha,” Jae said and jerked forward.
Yoochun moaned in disappointment as Jae’s cock fell from his grasp.
Jae slid back the other way, down Yoochun’s body. Yoochun arched into him with a moan and his eyes fell shut. Something cold nudged his lips and he automatically opened his mouth and Jae pushed the object past his lips and muffled his protest. Okay, so muffled his groan. Jae secured the gag and then pulled back, smiling.
“Gorgeous,” he said and bent down to lick around it.
Yoochun made a noise that was supposed to be his name and squirmed.
Jae laughed, sitting back so his ass was nestled against Yoochun’s crotch. Yoochun thrust up with a whimper.
“Ready for more?” Jae asked, and Yoochun made a noise of contentment. “Fabulous. I have to go find something. Get on your knees and bend over a box for me, okay?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, but he nodded.
With a final kiss to his chest, Jae stood up. The first thing he did was slide out of the pants. Yoochun stared, eyes wide at the perfect skin, and slim waist. He sat up and had a hand reaching to touch Jae’s ass, when Jae turned around and pinned him with a look.
Yoochun dropped his eyes and his hand.
“Don’t worry, YooYum. You can touch me later. Now, you have instructions, I believe.”
Jae walked away, going towards the bathroom. Yoochun moved to his hands and knees. The “toy” box was closest and still on its side. Yoochun pulled it closer and bent over it, eyes cataloging the contents as he waited for Jaejoong to come back.
Vibrators, plugs, more gags, some with dildos on the ends of them. Handcuffs and an entire bag labeled ‘cock rings’. There were things in there that Yoochun had never seen before, and could only imagine their uses. Strings, ties, whips, and a case labeled ‘blindfolds’.
God, what the hell was he doing anyway? He never ever did stuff like this. Junsu was the crazy one. The one that shared exploits like this. Yoochun tongued the gag. The closest he’d ever come to stuff like this was when Yunho was in a mood and held his arms down, but this guy, Jaejoong, seemed incredibly comfortable with anything. A shiver of worry ran through Yoochun. What if Jae took things too far? What if -
Skin pressed against his back and Yoochun froze in his search of the box.
“Hmm,” Jae said. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun and pulled his body flush against Jae’s chest. Teeth dug harshly into his shoulder and Yoochun whimpered.
“I was just going to come out here and fuck you,” Jae said as fingers started sliding up and down Yoochun’s crack, “but you seem more interested in the contents of that box than me. What do you want, YooYum? What toy do you want me to use to prepare you before I fuck you?”
Yoochun’s eyes shut again, and his body shuddered as he whimpered.
A tongue ran up the back of his neck to his ear. “You’re a bit tense, my YooYum.”
Yoochun breathed deeply through his nose.
“If this is too much,” Jae whispered, “let me know. You can take the gag off.”
An out, Yoochun thought. What did he want?
Jae pressed kisses to his neck and shoulders, hands sliding along his stomach and chest.
“I don’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than you want to be,” Jae said with a smile. “So is this okay?”
Yoochun met his eyes. Still blue. Icy blue, but full of concern.
Was this okay? Giving Jae control. Yoochun licked the gag again, and then nodded.
Jae’s face broke into the most beautiful smile Yoochun had ever seen and damn it if he didn’t do everything he could to keep that smile on Jae’s face.
“Pick a toy then,” Jae said and licked the edge of the ball gag.
Yoochun hesitated for a moment, eyes dropping back to the box full of promises of pain and pleasure and god, he again couldn’t believe he was doing this.
And then Jae pushed him forward. Yoochun fell, hands landing in the box.
Jae bent over, and chuckled. “This one I’ll use a bit later,” he muttered and took a long leather tie from under Yoochun’s left hand. His right hand had landed on a bright green vibrator.
“Perfect choice, my YooYum,” Jae said and kissed Yoochun’s cheek. Jae’s hand pressed against the middle of Yoochun’s back and he bent forward, spread over the box. Jae nudged Yoochun’s knees apart, with firm hands, he spread Yoochun’s ass, and then leaned forward. Lips pressed against the top of his crack, Jaejoong said, “Let’s see if all of you tastes good.”
Yoochun shivered in anticipation and then Jae’s tongue touched him and he screamed around the gag. His tongue swirled and dipped into Yoochun’s hole, past the tight ring of muscle. Jae moaned and murmured appreciative noises against Yoochun’s body.
“Yep, all of you tastes good.”
A finger pressed inside him and Yoochun cried out again. Jae twisted his finger, adding a second that made Yoochun hiss and whimper. Still Jae moved, fingers brushing Yoochun’s prostate, digging deeper.
Yoochun cried out at a new sensation. Vibrations along his crack, the toy pressed against his balls. Yoochun pressed his ass back against Jae’s face and received a sharp nip on his cheek.
“Don’t do that,” Jae said. “You have to hold still.”
Body shaking, Yoochun lowered his head to his arms, ass in the air. Jae slid the vibrator up his crack and the pressed the tip against the hole full of fingers. He pushed it in. Yoochun screamed, shivered and couldn’t help it as his hips jerked forward.
Jae tsked at him. “You are about two seconds away from being tied up so you can’t move.”
Yoochun whimpered. God, he wanted that so badly.
“Hold still,” Jae repeated.
The toy pressed again, sharing the space with fingers and then twisting turning, stretching him open. He moaned at the discomfort and moaned at the pleasure as the vibrations radiated through his body.
“That’s better,” Jae said and slid the toy in further. He removed his fingers, reached around Yoochun’s body and stroked his cock in the same rhythm that he fucked his ass with the toy.
Nothing made sense to Yoochun anymore. With eyes shut, all he could concentrate on were the sensations. The vibrations, the penetration and filling as Jae continued to push the toy deeper inside him, the sliding of slickened skin on his cock. And the pleasure, coiling and twisting and building through him.
“Do you need to come again, YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered and tried to say please through the gag.
Jae’s hand slowed and the vibrator sped up. The pleasure twisted again, drawing a scream from Yoochun as his body decided that it’d had enough. He came hard, Jae’s handing squeezing his cock, pulling his orgasm from his body. Unable to support himself, Yoochun fell to the side. The vibrator stayed in his ass, shooting tingles through him. The sweat on his skin cooled.
Jae laid his body over him and kissed his ear. “Are you through, my YooYum? Do you want more?”
Yoochun could barely breathe. But a single nod of his head was enough for Jae.
“Good. Because now, it’s my turn to use your body. Come on, up you get.”
Jae stood up and yanked him to his feet. The toy finally slid free and Yooochun moaned.
“Don’t worry. You’ll have something deep inside you soon enough.”
His knees shook, his feet barely registered the floor, eyes half closed, vision swimming. Jae led him down a hall, into another room.
“Get on the bed,” Jae demanded, and Yoochun fell, unable to do more than lay there, breath still wheezing through his nose.
Jae tsked at him and said, “Come on. Lay straight, grab the bed frame.”
Yoochun struggled to do as he was told, but eventually he lay on his back in the middle of the bed. He grabbed the metal bars of the bed frame, a feeling of security racing through him. At least he had something to hold on to.
Jae crooned and crawled up his body, ending with knees on sides of Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun leaned his head forward even as Jae held his wrists. He pressed his face against Jae’s hard cock. Jae laughed as he used the leather strip Yoochun had ‘picked’ earlier to bind his hands to the bed.
He moved away, sliding only far enough to put his bare ass on Yoochun’s crotch. Yoochun groaned and thrust up against him.
“I love how eager you are,” Jae said and bent to kiss the side his mouth, tongue slipping past the gag for a moment. He lay down, body completely pressed against Yoochun’s for the first time. Yoochun tried for a moment, wanted to say something, and then was thankful for the gag because it probably would have been something cheesy or lovey dovey.
Jae moved. Slid their bodies together. The steady movement pushed their dicks together and in no time, Yoochun grew long and hard again, trying to gasp past the gag.
“This is so much more fun than unpacking.”
Yoochun scoffed out a snort of laughter and Jaejoong giggled as he pressed lips and tongue to Yoochun’s red nipples.
“Hmm,” he said, “I think I’m going to torture you for a bit, okay?”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. That word, torture, from Jae’s mouth could mean so many different things.
Jae eyes brightened and he smiled. “Okay. I’ll clarify. I’m going to frustrate you and drive you crazy with want. Better?”
Yoochun nodded.
And he did. Oh so well with a warm mouth on his nipples, bite marks and hickys down his stomach and sides. Jae continues, dragging teeth down the inside of Yoochun’s thighs, hands clamped tightly to this ass, perfect nails digging into this skin. He slid his tongue up Yoochun’s ass, teasing the loosened hole. Yoochun had long ago lost all coherent thought and just managed to moan as his body clenched around Jaejoong’s tongue.
But with all that attention, his cock lay forgotten, twitching and leaking, purple, pulsing. Without the gag, Yoochun would have been begging Jae to touch him, lick him, fuck him, ANYTHING! When Jae pulled away, all contact gone, Yoochun whimpered.
“Just a moment, YooYum,” he whispered, and then slick fingers found his hole and Yoochun arched up with a cry.
“I almost want to hear you begging me right now, but I think I’ll save that for later.”
The fingers withdrew and Yoochun whimpered again.
A warm mouth encased his cock. Yoochun screamed and thrust hard into Jaejoong mouth. He easily took it and let Yoochun fuck his mouth for a few thrusts before pulling away. He ran hands up the underside of Yoochun’s thighs, smiling as he gripped Yoochun’s knees and bent them, pushing them up and to the side of his body.
Yoochun’s hole clenched, and all Yoochun could do was shout, “It’s about fucking time,” from behind the gag. All that came out were moans.
Jae slid his dick around Yoochun’s body, over his hole, pressing just a bit and then sliding around again.
Yoochun kept moaning and begging behind the gag. Please over and over, eyes shut tight and ass still trying to push up.
“Hold still,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun immediately stopped moving.
Jae tightened his hold at Yoochun’s knees, another set of bruises for tomorrow and then very, very slowly, pushed his dick into Yoochun. When Yoochun tried to hurry him along, Jae pulled out, tsked at him and then waited until Yoochun relaxed and held still again.
Yoochun tossed his head, whimpering as Jaejoong slowly filled him.
“Hang on,” Jaejoong crooned. He circled and exited, pulling and pushing, not settling into a rhythm as Yoochun let out a continuous whimper. Jae stilled, body pressed against Yoochun’s.
Jaejoong kissed Yoochun’s closed eyes. They fluttered open, trying to focus on the siren above him. Jae licked around the ball gag again, pulling another whimper from Yoochun.
“You may want to hold on to something,” Jae said with a smile and then pulled out and slammed back in Yoochun’s ass. Yoochun flung his head back, fingers gripping the metal bed frame, he screamed, cried out Jaejoong’s name. The grip on his knees tightened as Jae sped up, sliding almost out and then back in with every thrust. Jae’s hands moved to Yoochun’s ankles, gripping tighter for leverage, leaning forward to slam at a deeper angle.
Yoochun’s entire body was shaking, floating, twisting in knots as pleasure built in him again, built and shattered in heavy tides, waved through by the rough beating of Jae’s body. When the world behind his eyelids went white, sounds disappeared, movements froze, and then Yoochun heard muffled screams, his own as his body jerked and tightened. Come splattered on his stomach.
“Oh, fuck, YooYum,” Jae muttered, face falling to Yoochun’s neck. His mouth closed around a spot already abused and he sucked again. Jae’s body shook, and a heady moan echoed through his body. Warm come fill Yoochun’s hole, but still Jae moved, not fast, but slow, thrusts, each one forcing another shiver from Jae’s body.
“To all that is evil and sinful in the world,” Jae muttered, tongue licking up the sweat dripping down Yoochun’s neck.
He took a deep breath, pushed himself up and smiled down at Yoochun. He licked around the gag one more time and then took it off.
Yoochun took a deep breath through his mouth, licked his lips and then had a mouth full of Jaejoong’s tongue. His entire mouth ached. His throat was raw from screaming. When Jae finally pulled away from the ksis, Yoochun said, voice raspy, “That was fantastic.”
Jae smiled. “I am so glad I set up this bed while I was waiting for Heechul to show up.”
“Me, too,” Yoochun said.
“You probably want me to untie you,” Jae said.
Yoochun shrugged. “If only so I can fucking touch you.”
Jae laughed and untied Yoochun’s hands. He flexed his fists and twisted his wrists and then laid shaking hands on Jae’s shoulders, sliding them down perfectly smooth skin to Jae’s back. They smiled at each other.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jae asked.
“You just made me come three times, Jae. Trust me. I’m okay.”
“Good,” Jae said and nuzzled into him, surprising Yoochun at the need to cuddle. Yoochun held him more tightly.
And then Jae struggled to get away. Yoochun frowned, but then covered it quickly when he realized Jae was just throwing a blanket over them. He found that spot against Yoochun’s body again, and sighed in contentment.
Yoochun stared at the ceiling long after Jae fell asleep. Tonight was like a dream, but now laying there, Yoochun realized the same thing before this started. He didn’t know Jaejoong at all.
Well, he knew a bit more about him. Jaejoong was a kinky bastard.
And Yoochun knew a bit more about himself too. He was a kinky bastard. God, he’d never done anything like that before, but just letting Jae do it all, trusting him, letting him have control had been amazing. Sex with Yunho had been good, no doubt about it, the man was amazing in bed, but Yoochun had never felt like that with Yunho.
And Yunho didn’t cuddle. Ever.
Jae mumbled his name.
“Huh?”
His eyes blinked open and then he squeezed them shut for a moment. “Are you doing that after sex thing where you’re comparing me to Yunho?”
“Maybe.”
“Stop it and sleep. There will be enough time for introspection tomorrow.”
Yoochun grinned. He cuddled Jae closer and kissed his forehead. “Okay.”
Jae was right. Tomorrow would be soon enough to think about this. And it wasn’t fair to Jaejoong anyway. He and Yunho were two completely different people.
An annoying beeping invaded Yoochun’s sleep. It shut off almost immediately and then the warmth that was Jae moved. Yoochun tightened his hold around Jae’s middle, whimpering.
Jae laughed, bent down and kissed him once. “It’s ten. I have to get up and go to work.”
Yoochun pouted.
“Don’t worry,” Jae said. “You don’t have to move. Stay and sleep. I’ll be home with enough time to wake you up so you’re not late for work in the morning.”
Yoochun reluctantly let Jaejoong go. His whole body protested the movement as muscles reminded him that he was sore.
Jae must have seen his wince because he laughed and said, “We’ll take a bath when I get back.”
Jae covered him with a blanket, and Yoochun snuggled into it.
“Sweet dreams, my YooYum.”
Part 3: TASTE
Part 1: EXOTIC
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Jae’s lips pressed against his. Soft, and he tasted like coffee and strawberries. Yoochun’s hands tightened, trying to pull him closer as he opened his mouth for Jae’s questing tongue. Jae echoed his moan, pushing him back against the door. Yoochun’s hands slid up his sides, still under the sport coat, tracing the muscles up Jae’s back and shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, Jae shrugged out of the coat. Then his hands were at Yoochun’s stomach, doing the same, fingers drawn over muscles, up his chest and shoulders to slide his leather jacket off.
Yoochun’s brain was on overdrive. He was trying to think, trying not to think. God, what the hell was he doing? He never did stuff like this. He didn’t even know Jaejoong. But most of him didn’t care. He hadn’t kissed anyone since Yunho left. And he didn’t want to stop.
The two buttons on his shirt unsnapped, and it shortly joined his jacket on the floor.
The mewl out of his mouth when Jae’s fingers touched fire to his skin wasn’t one of protest.
The room spun again, Jae turning them, and then moving down the small hall to the living room beyond. Something hit the back of Yoochun’s knees, and despite hands that grabbed his hips, Yoochun fell. He landed sharply on the corner of a box with a little cry.
Jaejoong kneeled next to him. “Yoochun, are you okay?”
Face contorted with pain, Yoochun said, “Yeah. Just a-”
Jae soft hands slid up his stomach, pushing up his shirt, and then grasped him and rolled him to his side. There was a bright red mark at the edge of his back. Jae smiled and bent down to kiss it.
It hurt, a lot, and Yoochun knew he’d have a bruise there, but then Jaejoong’s tongue slid over it, and he burned in a whole new way.
His hands found their way into Jae’s blonde hair. Was that him moaning? Yeah, it was him.
“All better?” he asked and when Yoochun gasped out a yes, his mouth closed around the sore area and sucked, bit and abused it until Yoochun was twisting and thrashing and begging Jae to stop.
“Okay. I’ll stop,” Jaejoong said, but just moved his mouth to a different patch of skin on Yoochun’s stomach. “What about right here? Can I play here?”
Without waiting for an answer, Jaejoong bit down.
Yoochun arched into him, crying out as Jae added another bruise to his body. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. That required thinking and Jae’s fingers suddenly pinching and tugging on his nipples tossed all coherent thoughts from his mind. Jae tongued a trail up to a nipple, pushing Yoochun’s wife beater higher. Yoochun grabbed it and pulled it over his head.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” Jaejoong whispered as he kissed up Yoochun’s collar bone and neck.
“Probably not,” Yoochun breathed before their lips crashed together again.
Jaejoong settled against him, one leg between Yoochun’s. He pressed down, and Yoochun moaned when his thigh rubbed against Jaejoong’s erection.
“Definitely not a good idea,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun wrapped fingers into Jae’s shirt and tugged on it, pulling, until Jae broke away long enough to yank it off. Another series of muffled moans seeped past Yoochun’s lips when their skin touched. Yoochun couldn’t stop touching him. Jae’s body was perfect, broad, muscular shoulders, biceps, and pec muscles that clenched under his hands. He trailed fingertips down his abs, finally getting Jae to lose a bit of control when a breath of laughter escaped between their lips and he had to stop kissing Yoochun long enough to breath.
Jae grabbed his wrists and Yoochun didn’t struggle when he forced them over his head and pinned him to the ground with his body.
“Are you ticklish?” Jae asked him, lips brushing his again. “I guess I could find out now, or we can find out later, with you blindfolded and bound and me with a silk scarf caressing your skin.”
Yoochun’s breath stopped, eyes wide as he stared at Jaejoong, imagining himself like that, with Jae above him, fingers and scarves trailing his body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Yoochun moaned and then they were kissing again.
Jae let go of his hands, moved his body away and started working at Yoochun’s pants. Yoochun clutched at Jae’s muscled back, probably leaving deep nail imprints as Jae’s mouth bit down on his collar bone. He arched into Jae’s body, and Jae took advantage of it and slid his pants and boxers down to his knees.
“Now the real torture begins,” Jae whispered. He kissed Yoochun deeply one more time, and then with no preamble, slid down his body and engulfed Yoochun’s cock.
Yoochun arched up with a loud cry, hands twisting in Jaejoong’s hair. God, it’d been so long since someone’s mouth was on his cock. Even Yunho hadn’t done this often. Expected Yoochun to do it, but …
“Holy fuck,” Yoochun muttered and then moaned when Jae moved his tongue away.
With small licks on Yoochun’s hips, Jaejoong said, “I think you may need to have the edge taken off.”
All Yoochun could do was gasp.
Jae’s hot mouth slid back toward Yoochun’s cock, giving it a tiny lick that had Yoochun whimpering, before moving his licks lower, teasing his balls for a moment and then lifting them up to lick at the edge of his crack.
“God, Jae, please.”
Jae smiled, wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock and stroked him while his tongue teased the sides of Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun arched into the hand, away from the tongue, and groaned, falling back to the tongue. The hand loosened, and with another jerk, Yoochun set a rhythm, back sliding on the carpet, moans filling the room as Jae teased him.
Jae let go of his cock, gripped Yoochun’s hips and pushed them into the floor. He balanced his whole weight on them, and Yoochun winced from the pressure, unable to get his legs up to help support the weight. Jae let his elbows bend, and licked Yoochun’s cock before pushing up again.
“Mm,” Jae said as he did another pushup. “You may be my new favorite piece of exercise equipment.”
Another lick, and Yoochun cried out. “Please, Jae, please. Stop teasing.”
“Ah, but teasing is what I do best, and if you can’t handle this, then you’re going to love what I plan on doing to you later.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Eventually.”
With the next drop, Jae took Yoochun’s cock in his mouth again. Yoochun tried to thrust up against Jae’s hands, screaming as Jae held himself up against his thighs. Feelings narrowed down to that pressure and the sinful slide of his cock in and out of Jae’s throat. Yoochun’s hand found the edge of a box and he grabbed it knuckles white, tugging until it fell over behind him. He squirmed and moaned and pushed his upper body to his elbows. He watched Jae with fuzzy vision. Jae looked up, smirked around his cock and winked. He dropped, opened his throat and pressed lips to Yoochun’s body.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun moaned, dragging the word out. His head fell back, eyes shut, as pleasure ripped from his throat in a scream and he came in Jaejoong’s mouth. Jae sucked a few more times, tonguing Yoochun’s slit, until Yoochun swam up from his dazed state to weakly protest.
Jae pulled away and sat back on his knees. He smiled down at Yoochun. A single drop of come pearled at the tip of Yoochun’s cock. Jae wiped it up and sucked his finger tip clean.
“YooYum. I knew you’d taste good,” he whispered, and kissed Yoochun deeply.
Yoochun almost smiled, still breathing too hard to follow the kiss.
“It’s interesting that you picked that particular box to clutch onto,” Jae said.
Yoochun bent his head back, eyes trying to focus on the box behind him. In bold, English letters is said, “TOYS”.
Toys? What kind of grown man has a box full …
Red heat spread up through Yoochun’s face. Jae laughed, lips and tongue trailing down Yoochun’s neck.
“Shall we see what’s inside?”
Jae crawled up Yoochun’s body, legs ending up spread, knees on his shoulders. Jae still had his pants on, but they were unbuttoned, sliding low on his hips. No underwear. His cock was hard, red, and in Yoochun’s face. Yoochun licked his lips. Jaejoong moved his feet, toes brushing Yoochun’s nipples.
Tape ripped from the top of the box.
“Are you going to stare at it?” Jae asked.
Yoochun swallowed, but lifted his head as much as he could with Jae pinning his upper body to the floor. He managed a lick Jae’s cock and then fell back.
“You must not want it very badly,” Jae said, tone conversational as he rummaged through the box, but he spread his legs a bit more.
Yoochun reached again, this time managed to wrap lips around the base of Jae’s cock. Only a shudder up his body showed that Jae enjoyed it. Very carefully, Yoochun moved his lips up. As long as he didn’t let go, he’d be able to reach the tip and slide him down his throat.
“Ah ha,” Jae said and jerked forward.
Yoochun moaned in disappointment as Jae’s cock fell from his grasp.
Jae slid back the other way, down Yoochun’s body. Yoochun arched into him with a moan and his eyes fell shut. Something cold nudged his lips and he automatically opened his mouth and Jae pushed the object past his lips and muffled his protest. Okay, so muffled his groan. Jae secured the gag and then pulled back, smiling.
“Gorgeous,” he said and bent down to lick around it.
Yoochun made a noise that was supposed to be his name and squirmed.
Jae laughed, sitting back so his ass was nestled against Yoochun’s crotch. Yoochun thrust up with a whimper.
“Ready for more?” Jae asked, and Yoochun made a noise of contentment. “Fabulous. I have to go find something. Get on your knees and bend over a box for me, okay?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back, but he nodded.
With a final kiss to his chest, Jae stood up. The first thing he did was slide out of the pants. Yoochun stared, eyes wide at the perfect skin, and slim waist. He sat up and had a hand reaching to touch Jae’s ass, when Jae turned around and pinned him with a look.
Yoochun dropped his eyes and his hand.
“Don’t worry, YooYum. You can touch me later. Now, you have instructions, I believe.”
Jae walked away, going towards the bathroom. Yoochun moved to his hands and knees. The “toy” box was closest and still on its side. Yoochun pulled it closer and bent over it, eyes cataloging the contents as he waited for Jaejoong to come back.
Vibrators, plugs, more gags, some with dildos on the ends of them. Handcuffs and an entire bag labeled ‘cock rings’. There were things in there that Yoochun had never seen before, and could only imagine their uses. Strings, ties, whips, and a case labeled ‘blindfolds’.
God, what the hell was he doing anyway? He never ever did stuff like this. Junsu was the crazy one. The one that shared exploits like this. Yoochun tongued the gag. The closest he’d ever come to stuff like this was when Yunho was in a mood and held his arms down, but this guy, Jaejoong, seemed incredibly comfortable with anything. A shiver of worry ran through Yoochun. What if Jae took things too far? What if -
Skin pressed against his back and Yoochun froze in his search of the box.
“Hmm,” Jae said. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun and pulled his body flush against Jae’s chest. Teeth dug harshly into his shoulder and Yoochun whimpered.
“I was just going to come out here and fuck you,” Jae said as fingers started sliding up and down Yoochun’s crack, “but you seem more interested in the contents of that box than me. What do you want, YooYum? What toy do you want me to use to prepare you before I fuck you?”
Yoochun’s eyes shut again, and his body shuddered as he whimpered.
A tongue ran up the back of his neck to his ear. “You’re a bit tense, my YooYum.”
Yoochun breathed deeply through his nose.
“If this is too much,” Jae whispered, “let me know. You can take the gag off.”
An out, Yoochun thought. What did he want?
Jae pressed kisses to his neck and shoulders, hands sliding along his stomach and chest.
“I don’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than you want to be,” Jae said with a smile. “So is this okay?”
Yoochun met his eyes. Still blue. Icy blue, but full of concern.
Was this okay? Giving Jae control. Yoochun licked the gag again, and then nodded.
Jae’s face broke into the most beautiful smile Yoochun had ever seen and damn it if he didn’t do everything he could to keep that smile on Jae’s face.
“Pick a toy then,” Jae said and licked the edge of the ball gag.
Yoochun hesitated for a moment, eyes dropping back to the box full of promises of pain and pleasure and god, he again couldn’t believe he was doing this.
And then Jae pushed him forward. Yoochun fell, hands landing in the box.
Jae bent over, and chuckled. “This one I’ll use a bit later,” he muttered and took a long leather tie from under Yoochun’s left hand. His right hand had landed on a bright green vibrator.
“Perfect choice, my YooYum,” Jae said and kissed Yoochun’s cheek. Jae’s hand pressed against the middle of Yoochun’s back and he bent forward, spread over the box. Jae nudged Yoochun’s knees apart, with firm hands, he spread Yoochun’s ass, and then leaned forward. Lips pressed against the top of his crack, Jaejoong said, “Let’s see if all of you tastes good.”
Yoochun shivered in anticipation and then Jae’s tongue touched him and he screamed around the gag. His tongue swirled and dipped into Yoochun’s hole, past the tight ring of muscle. Jae moaned and murmured appreciative noises against Yoochun’s body.
“Yep, all of you tastes good.”
A finger pressed inside him and Yoochun cried out again. Jae twisted his finger, adding a second that made Yoochun hiss and whimper. Still Jae moved, fingers brushing Yoochun’s prostate, digging deeper.
Yoochun cried out at a new sensation. Vibrations along his crack, the toy pressed against his balls. Yoochun pressed his ass back against Jae’s face and received a sharp nip on his cheek.
“Don’t do that,” Jae said. “You have to hold still.”
Body shaking, Yoochun lowered his head to his arms, ass in the air. Jae slid the vibrator up his crack and the pressed the tip against the hole full of fingers. He pushed it in. Yoochun screamed, shivered and couldn’t help it as his hips jerked forward.
Jae tsked at him. “You are about two seconds away from being tied up so you can’t move.”
Yoochun whimpered. God, he wanted that so badly.
“Hold still,” Jae repeated.
The toy pressed again, sharing the space with fingers and then twisting turning, stretching him open. He moaned at the discomfort and moaned at the pleasure as the vibrations radiated through his body.
“That’s better,” Jae said and slid the toy in further. He removed his fingers, reached around Yoochun’s body and stroked his cock in the same rhythm that he fucked his ass with the toy.
Nothing made sense to Yoochun anymore. With eyes shut, all he could concentrate on were the sensations. The vibrations, the penetration and filling as Jae continued to push the toy deeper inside him, the sliding of slickened skin on his cock. And the pleasure, coiling and twisting and building through him.
“Do you need to come again, YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered and tried to say please through the gag.
Jae’s hand slowed and the vibrator sped up. The pleasure twisted again, drawing a scream from Yoochun as his body decided that it’d had enough. He came hard, Jae’s handing squeezing his cock, pulling his orgasm from his body. Unable to support himself, Yoochun fell to the side. The vibrator stayed in his ass, shooting tingles through him. The sweat on his skin cooled.
Jae laid his body over him and kissed his ear. “Are you through, my YooYum? Do you want more?”
Yoochun could barely breathe. But a single nod of his head was enough for Jae.
“Good. Because now, it’s my turn to use your body. Come on, up you get.”
Jae stood up and yanked him to his feet. The toy finally slid free and Yooochun moaned.
“Don’t worry. You’ll have something deep inside you soon enough.”
His knees shook, his feet barely registered the floor, eyes half closed, vision swimming. Jae led him down a hall, into another room.
“Get on the bed,” Jae demanded, and Yoochun fell, unable to do more than lay there, breath still wheezing through his nose.
Jae tsked at him and said, “Come on. Lay straight, grab the bed frame.”
Yoochun struggled to do as he was told, but eventually he lay on his back in the middle of the bed. He grabbed the metal bars of the bed frame, a feeling of security racing through him. At least he had something to hold on to.
Jae crooned and crawled up his body, ending with knees on sides of Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun leaned his head forward even as Jae held his wrists. He pressed his face against Jae’s hard cock. Jae laughed as he used the leather strip Yoochun had ‘picked’ earlier to bind his hands to the bed.
He moved away, sliding only far enough to put his bare ass on Yoochun’s crotch. Yoochun groaned and thrust up against him.
“I love how eager you are,” Jae said and bent to kiss the side his mouth, tongue slipping past the gag for a moment. He lay down, body completely pressed against Yoochun’s for the first time. Yoochun tried for a moment, wanted to say something, and then was thankful for the gag because it probably would have been something cheesy or lovey dovey.
Jae moved. Slid their bodies together. The steady movement pushed their dicks together and in no time, Yoochun grew long and hard again, trying to gasp past the gag.
“This is so much more fun than unpacking.”
Yoochun scoffed out a snort of laughter and Jaejoong giggled as he pressed lips and tongue to Yoochun’s red nipples.
“Hmm,” he said, “I think I’m going to torture you for a bit, okay?”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. That word, torture, from Jae’s mouth could mean so many different things.
Jae eyes brightened and he smiled. “Okay. I’ll clarify. I’m going to frustrate you and drive you crazy with want. Better?”
Yoochun nodded.
And he did. Oh so well with a warm mouth on his nipples, bite marks and hickys down his stomach and sides. Jae continues, dragging teeth down the inside of Yoochun’s thighs, hands clamped tightly to this ass, perfect nails digging into this skin. He slid his tongue up Yoochun’s ass, teasing the loosened hole. Yoochun had long ago lost all coherent thought and just managed to moan as his body clenched around Jaejoong’s tongue.
But with all that attention, his cock lay forgotten, twitching and leaking, purple, pulsing. Without the gag, Yoochun would have been begging Jae to touch him, lick him, fuck him, ANYTHING! When Jae pulled away, all contact gone, Yoochun whimpered.
“Just a moment, YooYum,” he whispered, and then slick fingers found his hole and Yoochun arched up with a cry.
“I almost want to hear you begging me right now, but I think I’ll save that for later.”
The fingers withdrew and Yoochun whimpered again.
A warm mouth encased his cock. Yoochun screamed and thrust hard into Jaejoong mouth. He easily took it and let Yoochun fuck his mouth for a few thrusts before pulling away. He ran hands up the underside of Yoochun’s thighs, smiling as he gripped Yoochun’s knees and bent them, pushing them up and to the side of his body.
Yoochun’s hole clenched, and all Yoochun could do was shout, “It’s about fucking time,” from behind the gag. All that came out were moans.
Jae slid his dick around Yoochun’s body, over his hole, pressing just a bit and then sliding around again.
Yoochun kept moaning and begging behind the gag. Please over and over, eyes shut tight and ass still trying to push up.
“Hold still,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun immediately stopped moving.
Jae tightened his hold at Yoochun’s knees, another set of bruises for tomorrow and then very, very slowly, pushed his dick into Yoochun. When Yoochun tried to hurry him along, Jae pulled out, tsked at him and then waited until Yoochun relaxed and held still again.
Yoochun tossed his head, whimpering as Jaejoong slowly filled him.
“Hang on,” Jaejoong crooned. He circled and exited, pulling and pushing, not settling into a rhythm as Yoochun let out a continuous whimper. Jae stilled, body pressed against Yoochun’s.
Jaejoong kissed Yoochun’s closed eyes. They fluttered open, trying to focus on the siren above him. Jae licked around the ball gag again, pulling another whimper from Yoochun.
“You may want to hold on to something,” Jae said with a smile and then pulled out and slammed back in Yoochun’s ass. Yoochun flung his head back, fingers gripping the metal bed frame, he screamed, cried out Jaejoong’s name. The grip on his knees tightened as Jae sped up, sliding almost out and then back in with every thrust. Jae’s hands moved to Yoochun’s ankles, gripping tighter for leverage, leaning forward to slam at a deeper angle.
Yoochun’s entire body was shaking, floating, twisting in knots as pleasure built in him again, built and shattered in heavy tides, waved through by the rough beating of Jae’s body. When the world behind his eyelids went white, sounds disappeared, movements froze, and then Yoochun heard muffled screams, his own as his body jerked and tightened. Come splattered on his stomach.
“Oh, fuck, YooYum,” Jae muttered, face falling to Yoochun’s neck. His mouth closed around a spot already abused and he sucked again. Jae’s body shook, and a heady moan echoed through his body. Warm come fill Yoochun’s hole, but still Jae moved, not fast, but slow, thrusts, each one forcing another shiver from Jae’s body.
“To all that is evil and sinful in the world,” Jae muttered, tongue licking up the sweat dripping down Yoochun’s neck.
He took a deep breath, pushed himself up and smiled down at Yoochun. He licked around the gag one more time and then took it off.
Yoochun took a deep breath through his mouth, licked his lips and then had a mouth full of Jaejoong’s tongue. His entire mouth ached. His throat was raw from screaming. When Jae finally pulled away from the ksis, Yoochun said, voice raspy, “That was fantastic.”
Jae smiled. “I am so glad I set up this bed while I was waiting for Heechul to show up.”
“Me, too,” Yoochun said.
“You probably want me to untie you,” Jae said.
Yoochun shrugged. “If only so I can fucking touch you.”
Jae laughed and untied Yoochun’s hands. He flexed his fists and twisted his wrists and then laid shaking hands on Jae’s shoulders, sliding them down perfectly smooth skin to Jae’s back. They smiled at each other.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jae asked.
“You just made me come three times, Jae. Trust me. I’m okay.”
“Good,” Jae said and nuzzled into him, surprising Yoochun at the need to cuddle. Yoochun held him more tightly.
And then Jae struggled to get away. Yoochun frowned, but then covered it quickly when he realized Jae was just throwing a blanket over them. He found that spot against Yoochun’s body again, and sighed in contentment.
Yoochun stared at the ceiling long after Jae fell asleep. Tonight was like a dream, but now laying there, Yoochun realized the same thing before this started. He didn’t know Jaejoong at all.
Well, he knew a bit more about him. Jaejoong was a kinky bastard.
And Yoochun knew a bit more about himself too. He was a kinky bastard. God, he’d never done anything like that before, but just letting Jae do it all, trusting him, letting him have control had been amazing. Sex with Yunho had been good, no doubt about it, the man was amazing in bed, but Yoochun had never felt like that with Yunho.
And Yunho didn’t cuddle. Ever.
Jae mumbled his name.
“Huh?”
His eyes blinked open and then he squeezed them shut for a moment. “Are you doing that after sex thing where you’re comparing me to Yunho?”
“Maybe.”
“Stop it and sleep. There will be enough time for introspection tomorrow.”
Yoochun grinned. He cuddled Jae closer and kissed his forehead. “Okay.”
Jae was right. Tomorrow would be soon enough to think about this. And it wasn’t fair to Jaejoong anyway. He and Yunho were two completely different people.
An annoying beeping invaded Yoochun’s sleep. It shut off almost immediately and then the warmth that was Jae moved. Yoochun tightened his hold around Jae’s middle, whimpering.
Jae laughed, bent down and kissed him once. “It’s ten. I have to get up and go to work.”
Yoochun pouted.
“Don’t worry,” Jae said. “You don’t have to move. Stay and sleep. I’ll be home with enough time to wake you up so you’re not late for work in the morning.”
Yoochun reluctantly let Jaejoong go. His whole body protested the movement as muscles reminded him that he was sore.
Jae must have seen his wince because he laughed and said, “We’ll take a bath when I get back.”
Jae covered him with a blanket, and Yoochun snuggled into it.
“Sweet dreams, my YooYum.”
Part 3: TASTE
Part 1: EXOTIC
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