Move In Boyfriend 4/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 4/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four) past!Yunho/Yoochun
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
A/N: Yeah, I have no idea how long this is going to be now ... ... six maybe seven chapters.
Yoochun climbed the stairs slowly. Every few steps, his body reminded him that he was sore. He cursed Jaejoong once, and then grinned. It was totally worth it.
He entered his apartment.
His. Not, “just his” but “only his”. On his next day off, he was going to get rid of everything that reminded him of Yunho and buy all new things.
Starting with the bed.
His phone was blinking madly from its charger on the kitchen counter.
There were eight text messages from Junsu.
7:30 ~dude. Yunho is a dick. He asked me what street corner you hired Jaejoong from~
7:32 ~he also asked about how you met and all that jazz. I finally had to tell him to fuck off that his date was getting jealous~
8:03 ~where are you? i’m bored.~
8:45 ~are you with Jaejoong? You sure as hell better be with Jaejoong.~
9:30 ~if I find out tomorrow that you fell asleep and that’s why you’re not responding to me I’m going to be fucking pissed.~
12:04 ~omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg where are you??????~
1:30 ~seriously, best night ever, EVER EVER EVER~
1:31 ~I just want to tell you right here, but I can’t because if I do I’ll totally piss him off and he’s reading over my shoulder. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU CALL ME‼!~
Yoochun smiled. If he even tried calling Junsu this early, Junsu would rip him a new one. Yoochun changed his clothes, sliding on a pair of new, tight blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He pondered his reflection in the mirror, staring at all the hickys and bite marks on his neck and collar bone. He sighed, and then changed into a white shirt with a higher collar. He wished it was winter so he could get away with wearing a scarf. He added a purple button down and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms.
Right before leaving, he popped two pain relievers in his mouth. He was going to be aching before the morning was over. He locked up, smiling, god, he was smiling. A goofy grin on his face. When was the last time he had smiled like this?
If it wasn’t for his sore body, he’d probably be skipping to work.
He arrived at Café Maestro two minutes before five. He slid down the small alley to the back and then stopped in surprise at the blue car parked behind the store.
What was Changmin doing there?
If Changmin had him come in just to see if he would, … god, hot fury raced through Yoochun. He could still be curled up with Jaejoong. He unlocked the door and flung it open. He stomped toward the office and then stopped, took a couple steps back and stared.
Junsu’s jacket-his favorite one with the sleeves fraying and the white lettering on the back peeling-still hung on the rack. There was no way that Junsu would ever forget that jacket.
Walking a bit more quietly, Yoochun made his way to Changmin’s office. The door was ajar, and Yoochun tentatively stuck his head in.
He laughed.
Junsu’s orange Mohawk fanned out over Changmin’s pristine, yet bare, chest. Their lower halves were still covered, though both had pants unbuckled. There were quite a few purple marks on Changmin’s chest. Changmin was using their shirts as a pillow.
Junsu stirred.
Changmin’s eyes fluttered open. “Go away, Yoochun,” he muttered.
“It’s five am, sir,” Yoochun said, failing to keep the laughter out of his voice.
“Too early,” Junsu whimpered and buried himself into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin held him and sat them up. Junsu whimpered again but readjusted and reclung. Changmin smiled down at him.
Yoochun scoffed.
Changmin scowled up at him. “Go make us some coffee.”
“No. How did this happen?” Yoochun asked, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.
“Your friend is very persuasive.”
Yoochun smirked. “He sat in your lap and refused to move until you kissed him.”
“Ah, our little predictable Junsu.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered, lips brushing Changmin’s nipple. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Come on, get up,” Changmin said, the usual snark he used to talk to Junsu back in his voice.
“I am,” Junsu said.
“Your morning erection does not count. Get up, so I can take you home and take care of it.”
Junsu jerked away from Changmin, eyes glinting, a smile curling his lips. Both of his pierced nipples were bruising and there were teeth marks around his belly button.
Changmin rolled his eyes, but smiled, and then leaned forward and kissed him. “Hurry up and get dressed. Get that best friend of yours to make me coffee.”
“I’ll go make it,” Junsu said and stood up.
Changmin handed him his shirt. Junsu tugged it on. He sashayed by Yoochun at the door, kissing his cheek and then humming as he walked to the front. Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes.
Changmin shrugged. “Why the fuck not?”
Yoochun laughed. “I agree.” He tugged the collar of his shirt down, exposing the hickies of his own.
Changmin nodded. “Yeah, we figured that’s what you were up to. That’s what started all this to begin with.”
“How?”
“Eh, Junsu was in here after closing bothering me about it, filling my head with images and ideas.”
“Trust me, Changmin, whatever he was saying was nothing compared to what was happening. It was so much better.”
“Really?”
Yoochun smiled and lifted the front of his shirt. His entire stomach was purpled with bruises. “Jae is … interesting. At one point I had my hands tied to the bed frame and-”
“Alright, alright. That’s enough. I don’t want to listen to your misdeeds.”
“Junsu will.”
“I will what?” Junsu said and handed Changmin a cup of coffee.
“Take Changmin home and make all his wishes come true,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled and winked at Changmin. “You bet.”
Changmin put his shirt on and buttoned it up.
Junsu made a noise behind Yoochun.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“I used my mouth to unbutton that shirt.”
Yoochun laughed. “Nice. When you wake up later today, come in and say hi and I’ll tell you all about having a gag in my mouth for a couple hours.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “You fucking liar.”
Yoochun stretched his jaw a bit. “Am not.”
“Jaejoong’s kinky, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
“Sweet. It’s just what you need, too. A little fun, no stress, nothing permanent. A quick couple of fucks to get you back into the game.”
“Is that all I’m for?” Changmin asked, arms crossed.
Junsu swallowed. “No,” he said, almost stammering. “I’ve been in the game long enough. I need a time out.”
Changmin smirked. “Good answer. Let’s go. I have this sudden urge to teach you some discipline.”
Junsu’s eyes rolled back. “I need it.”
After a swift kiss, Changmin grinned. “Yes, you do.”
Two steps to the backdoor and Junsu balked.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“This isn’t some ploy to get me tied up so you can cut my hair, is it?”
Changmin smiled and ran a hand over the tips of Junsu’s hair. “No. I actually like your hair. Let’s go see if come can really be used as hair gel.”
Junsu turned and gave Yoochun a little finger wave, and then happily bounced after Changmin.
Yoochun shook his head with a smile. Changmin and Junsu had been dancing around each other since Junsu was hired almost a year ago. Junsu always called Changmin, “that tall piece of heaven,” when Changmin wasn’t around.
Yoochun went on automatic, body moving through the store, opening the registers and putting out food displays. He started coffee ten minutes before six. He smiled and laughed with Minho and Wonbin when the two younger boys arrived to open the store. And then he smiled and joked with customers. But his mind was definitely not on his work.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. A text.
9:35 ~Changmin is my new god.~
And then another one.
9:36 ~Don’t listen to anything that punk says.~
Yoochun laughed, and replied to Changmin’s.
= he said you were his new god =
9:40 ~Then he needs to worship me some more~
= there’s a spot, just beside the back of his neck, that when licked, you can get him to agree to anything. Even cutting his hair =
9:45 ~ Already found it. ;) ~
Yoochun laughed again, and then put his phone away to do some minor paper work and restocking.
A couple hours later, Wonbin stuck his head in the store room. “Yo, Chunnie. There’s someone out here asking for you.”
Yoochun grinned. He had been thinking about Jaejoong all fucking day. Customers had commented on his smile. Minho had said it was freaky. Yoochun flung the bags of coffee on a random shelf and headed to the front room.
He stopped in shock.
It was Yunho.
“What do you want?” Yoochun demanded.
“To say hi,” Yunho said with a smile.
“Hi.” Yoochun turned his back.
Yunho grabbed his arm and spun him back.
“Let me go.”
“Come and talk to me.”
“Why?”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Just for a minute.”
“No.”
“You’re making a scene.”
“You’re making a scene.”
Yunho eyes landed on Yoochun’s neck and he smirked. “I see your boyfriend is-”
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and yanked his arm away. “Get the fuck out. Now.”
Yunho sighed. “Please, come and talk to me.”
Yoochun took a deep breath. Could he do this? He was strong now, right? Did being strong also include being stupid and talking to his ex-boyfriend?
“Minho, I’ll be back in five minutes.”
Minho waved an acknowledgement at him.
Yoochun brushed past Yunho and left the store. He went only a few feet from the door, and then crossed his arms and said, “What?”
“Hi.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Don’t waste my time, Yunho.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I just … I came yesterday because I had to see you. I never really thought you’d have a boyfriend.”
“Fuck off.”
“Really, Chunnie, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“And you saw. What now?”
“I gathered from what Junsu said that you aren’t really serious with this guy and-”
“You showed up here yesterday with a date, and you’re implying that I take you back? Good god, Yunho.”
“That was my cousin, Park Jungsoo.”
And then Yoochun put that grown up face to the cousin he’d seen when he was younger.
“Right.”
Silence.
“So.”
“No, Yunho, you fucking broke my heart and you’re not getting it back. Ever.”
“You don’t mean that.”
Yunho walked toward him, and Yoochun moved away until his back hit the wall. Yunho put a hand on the wall.
“I do mean it, and get the fuck away from me.”
“Baby-”
“YooYum?”
Yoochun sighed in relief. They both looked over at Jaejoong. Yoochun used the distraction to duck away from Yunho.
He walked to Jaejoong, eyes bordering on panic and Jae smiled, pulled him close, and kissed him. Jae was wearing faded gray jeans, and a tight red t-shirt currently clenched in Yoochun’s fingers.
“You okay?” Jaejoong whispered as his hands ran through Yoochun’s hair.
“Now I am.”
“Problems?” Jae said louder.
“No,” Yunho said. “Just saying hi.”
“That was an extremely predatory way of saying hello.”
“Let it go, Jae,” Yoochun said. “I’m assuming you’re here for coffee.”
“No, I’m here to see you, but if you want to give me coffee, then I’ll take it.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him again, moaning when Jae’s hand cupped his cheek.
He felt Yunho leave.
“He’s gone,” Jaejoong said. “What did he want?”
“Me.”
“Fucker.”
“That’s what I told him.”
“Come on. Let’s go inside.”
Jae put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and Yoochun put his around Jae’s waist. He leaned against him and sighed.
“You seem to be walking normally,” Jae said, as he held the door open for Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “Pain medicine.”
“That’s cheating.”
“I know.”
They went down the hall to the office. Jae sat in the chair and then Yoochun sat in his lap, curled up with his face in Jae’s neck. He took a deep breath of comfort.
“Did you tell Junsu about the show tonight?”
Yoochun laughed. “No, I was a bit distracted when I got here this morning and found Changmin and Junsu half naked, curled up on the floor together.”
Jaejoong laughed. “You’re kidding? That’s awesome. Should I add Changmin’s name to the guest list?”
Yoochun thought about it. He didn’t really see Changmin as the “strip show” type. “Sure, why not? Junsu will talk him into it.”
“Here.” Jae gave him a business card. It was pure white. “Angel” was written in silver script. In blank print at the bottom was the name of the club, an address and phone number.
“You work at Uncut Diamond?” Yoochun said, voice cracking a bit.
“Heard of it?”
“I’ve listened to Junsu complain about never being able to go.”
“Well, here’s his chance.”
“And Angel?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Stage name. You’ll see when you get there. Ooh, and look at this one. Dominator card.” Jae fished another card from his wallet. It was black. In red letters it said, “Demon” and then a phone number.
“God,” Yoochun said with a head shake. And then he smiled up at Jae.
“What?”
“I can’t decide if I had the angel or the demon last night.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but that was just me last night.”
“That’s not a disappointment at all.”
Jae clenched the back of Yoochun’s neck and yanked him forward. Their lips crashed together and they kissed deeply. Yoochun adjusted in the chair, whimpering when Jae pulled away for a brief moment. Yoochun’s legs were suddenly over Jae’s shoulders, his hands sliding under Jae’s shirt. He found the sensitive spot on Jae’s stomach. Jae groaned, gripped his ass and pulled him closer. Yoochun moaned when he slid against Jae’s hard on.
“Hey, Yoochun, … oops. Sorry.”
Minho turned back around as they broke apart.
“What is it, Minho?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the lunch rush.”
“Give me two minutes.”
“That’s all?” Minho said with a smirk and then laughed and ducked out of the office.
“I could get you off in two minutes,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun shivered. “I believe you, but I have to go.”
“I know. Kiss me again.”
Yoochun kissed him again, for longer than he should have.
Jae pulled away. “I’m going to go run some errands, then I’ll stop by again before I head to work.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun reluctantly crawled off his lap. Jae hooked his hands at the top of Yoochun’s jeans and pulled himself up. Yoochun winced as fingers dug into his bruised hips.
Jae laughed, gathered him close and whispered, “Do you need a night to recover?”
Yoochun swallowed. “No.”
“Good. There’s still a whole box of toys to play with.”
Yoochun struggled and then pushed away, breathing deep, trying to get his body under control.
Jae licked his lips. “See you around, YooYum.”
“Yeah.”
After Jae left, Yoochun stood in the middle of the office, seriously contemplating jerking off as his body still refused to cooperate.
“Yoochun!” Minho yelled.
Yoochun said fuck it and left the office. A few minutes of work would calm him down.
After the lunch rush, he was in the freezer, bent over, organizing the pastries just the way Changmin liked it.
A pair of hands settled on his hips and a body pressed into his ass.
“Knock it off, Junsu,” Yoochun said without turning around or pulling away.
“You love it.”
“I love you, not your cock. Get away from me.”
Junsu laughed. “So I’m here. Tell me about your night.”
Yoochun blushed, not turning to him, and said, “You first. Tell me about your day.”
“Nope. Not happening. If you want to know what Changmin’s like in bed, then I get to hear about the ball gag.”
Yoochun sighed.
“What did he do to you?” Junsu asked, voice suddenly worried.
“Nothing I didn’t ask for.”
Junsu scoffed. “You? Asked for a ball gag? Yeah, right.”
“Alright, then nothing I didn’t protest. Better?”
“More realistic. Tell me.”
Yoochun found it easier to talk if he kept his back to him, so he continued cataloguing the frozen gourmet cookies.
“It started like they all start. Kissing, touching, and a quick blow job to take the edge off.”
Junsu laughed. “Only for you, I bet. That man is a walking sex machine.”
“God, don’t I know it.”
“And then?”
Yoochun shrugged. “He … he has a box of toys, Junsu.”
“Fucking serious?”
“Yeah, a box.” Yoochun turned and showed Junsu the approximate size of the box. “Trust me, if it’s a sex toy, it’s in there, and as I was recovering, he gagged me and I didn’t refuse, and god, Junsu.”
Yoochun blushed and looked away.
Junsu was desperately trying not to laugh, and yeah, Yoochun was embarrassed, but Junsu had been his best friend for years. It’d been Junsu who he ran to six months ago, and Junsu who held him when he cried, and Junsu who’s lips where there when needed.
“And then?” Junsu demanded.
“He got me off again with a vibrator.”
Junsu coughed, mouth open, eyes wide. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. On your knees, being fucked by a vibrator?”
“Don’t forget the gagged part,” Yoochun said with a grin.
“Shit, that is beyond hot.” He leaned against the door and fanned himself. “And then?”
“Well, then I was dragged to bedroom, tied to the bed and Jae had his way with me.”
“Oh, no you don’t. Details, baby. Details.”
Yoochun stood up and lifted his shirt. “He had his way with me.”
“While you were tied to the bed?”
“And gagged.”
“Vibrator?”
“Not that time. It felt like he fucked me for hours.”
“God.”
“You’re such a pervert,” Chganmin said and kissed Junsu’s cheek.
“Are you hearing this?” Junsu demanded, turning to face Changmin. “He had Yoochun tied to a bed. Yoochun! I mean, me tied to a bed, no big deal, but Yoochun!”
“There is more, you know,” Yoochun said.
“More?” Junsu’s voice broke.
“Can’t handle more?” Changmin asked.
“Oh, man, I don’t know. I may have to toss Yoochun out of this freezer and let you push me against the wall.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Go talk about it in my office. I need to fix this mess Yoochun just made.”
“Hey,” Yoochun protested. “I did it right.”
“We shall see.” Changmin pushed them out of the freezer.
As soon as the door of the office shut, Junsu jumped and tugged on Yoochun’s shirt. “What else? What else?”
“Then we took a nap.”
Junsu waved his hand. “Boring. After the nap.”
“I woke up at about three am to my hands bound behind my back and his fingers inside me and a cock ring wrapped around my dick.”
“Hang on,” Junsu said. “I need to sit down.” He fell into the chair. “I think I might faint.”
“Just don’t jerk off right now,” Yoochun said with a pointed look at the bulge in Junsu’s pants.
Junsu smirked. “I’ll make you do it.”
Yoochun scoffed.
“Okay, okay. What next?” Junsu leaned forward, eyes shining with anticipation.
“He dragged me to the bathroom and fucked my face. Oh, and I had a nice little plug inside me.”
Junsu actually squealed. “Good shit, who are you and what have done with my docile best friend who thought fucking on the couch was kinky?”
Yoochun laughed.
“And then?”
Yoochun winced a bit and looked away and then cursed himself as his voice shook and he said, “Then he fucked me on the bathroom floor, we took a bath and I came to work.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes. “You’re awful at concealing things, babe. You skipped something.”
“N-no, I didn’t.”
“Liar. What happened between the face fucking and the ass fucking?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun said, and winced when it came out more of a question than a statement.
“Chunnie. Tell me.”
“No.”
“God, it had to have been really really bad, or really really good.”
Yoochun blushed and muttered, “Good. Really good.”
And then Junsu’s eyes widened and his face lit up. “God, you didn’t.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Junsu broke into laughter again, and he repeated “oh shit” over and over.
Yoochun couldn’t look at him, ashamed and a bit disgusted that he’d enjoyed the taste of Jae’s piss on his tongue and the warmth on his skin a little too much.
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and moved to the door.
“Wait, Yoochun, sorry,” Junsu said, grabbing his shirt. “Sorry, I just … this is you, and it’s so … weird and … god, I can’t even remember the last time your night was full of more details than mine.”
“I wanted …” Yoochun still looked at the floor.
“Don’t you be embarrassed, Chunnie.”
Junsu grabbed his face and made him look at him. “Listen to me. Whatever does it for you, does it for you. And if you’re lucky enough to find someone to do it to you, then you should latch on and take advantage of it for as long as you can. Now. Tell me.”
“You already know.”
Junsu smirked. “I know. But you need to say it out loud. Consider it therapy.”
Yoochun met his eyes with a steady gaze. Was he embarrassed? Incredibly, but fuck, he was planning on letting Jae piss all over him again.
He smirked and said, “He pissed in my mouth. And I drank it.”
Junsu’s hands fell. “Dude, I figured he just pissed on you, but that is so much better.” He fell back to the chair as giggles overtook him again.
“Fuck you. I liked it.”
His giggles stopped and he sat up straight. “Think I can get Changmin to do that?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I doubt it.”
“I don’t know, man. He whipped out a totally different side to him last night.”
“Are you two girls done gossiping about sex yet?” Changmin asked, leaning on the door.
Junsu laughed again. “I guess.”
“What? No,” Yoochun said. “We haven’t even talked about your day.”
Changmin shrugged. “Not much to talk about.”
“What?” Junsu shrieked and sat up.
Changmin grinned. “Not much to talk about,” he said, slower.
Junsu pouted, crossed his arms and slouched in the chair. “Fucker,” he muttered.
Yoochun smiled at Changmin. “Care to share?”
“Not really. And Junsu promised to keep quiet.”
“And you believed him?”
“No. He tells you everything.”
“Tell me,” Yoochun said, glaring at Junsu.
Junsu grimaced. “Later?”
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, but you owe me.”
Three raps landed on the wall outside, and Jae peaked in at them. “Don’t you guys ever work?”
Junsu laughed.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “No, they don’t.”
Yoochun moved to Jae’s side and cuddled into him. “And yes, I forgot to ask them.”
Jae smiled.
“Ask us what?” Junsu asked. His eyes were wide with lust.
Jae smiled down at Yoochun. “I take it Junsu got details?”
“Junsu always gets details,” Yoochun said.
“Did you enjoy the story?” Jae asked.
“Fuck yes.”
Jae laughed. “Well, then you should enjoy this.” He took another white business card from his pocket and handed it to Junsu. “My show is at eight. You have to be there before seven thirty.”
Junsu stared at the card. His mouth slowly opened and then he licked his lips.
“What?” Changmin asked and snatched the card from Junsu’s hands.
“You’re-“ Junsu swallowed. Another lick of lips. “Angel. You’re Angel?”
Jae grinned. “Yes.”
“Now I really might faint.”
“Angel?” Changmin asked.
Jae met his eyes. “I’m a stripper. Angel is my stage name.”
Junsu was almost hyperventilating.
“Susu?” Yoochun said.
Junsu looked up. “This is so not fair. You get Angel, crazy toy kinky sex and I get-”
“You better think really hard before you finish that sentence,” Changmin said, voice low.
Junsu swallowed. “Can we go? Please. Please. I’ve never even been able to look inside Uncut Diamond.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“It is pretty tasteful,” Jae said and then smirked. “Well, as tasteful as it can get taking off your clothes for incredibly rich, incredibly ugly, middle-aged men. It’ll be nice having some gorgeousness in the audience.”
Changmin smirked.
“And you’ve got a private booth, so if you can’t wait to get home …” Jae shrugged.
“Oh my god, Changmin, please.”
“You can go with Yoochun.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to take advantage of Yoochun in a private booth at one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul.”
Changmin turned to Yoochun. “Who’s closing tonight?”
“Donghae. And he can do it in his sleep. You don’t have to be here.”
Changmin smiled. “I know. We’ll go.”
Junsu squealed.
“On one condition.”
“What?” Junsu asked, frowning.
“Yoochun opens in the morning.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered.
“Oh, please, Chunnie, please.” Junsu tugged on his shirt again.
Yoochun met Jae’s eyes, and Jae smiled with a shrug. Yoochun turned to Junsu. He gave him those wide, innocent eyes and that -you love me and you can’t say no to me- smile of his.
“Fine,” Yoochun said, “but I get graphic details about whatever you two do tonight.”
“Fine, fine, whatever. Minnie, let’s go. I need … yeah, I need you, now and then … god. I can’t breathe.”
Junsu grabbed Changmin’s arm and tugged him out the door.
Jae and Yoochun met each other’s eyes and then Jae burst out laughing. “God, I love that kid.”
“Me, too. He makes my life feel normal.”
“Did you tell him everything?” Jae asked, voice dropping.
Yoochun blushed and looked down. “Yes. Everything.”
“And?”
“And I think if I went into even more details he would have came just hearing about it.”
“It was pretty fucking sexy.”
Jae kissed him. Deep and dirty, hands pressing into his lower back, body curling over his, forcing Yoochun backwards until he hit the desk.
“I have to work,” Yoochun tried to say, lips and mouth being invaded by Jae’s tongue.
“I know, but god, I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”
Yoochun swallowed. “I think we can get away with five minutes. Ten max.”
“Baby, I’m not going to need ten minutes. Pants down, now.”
Jae released him and Yoochun had to take a step forward for balance. Jae shut the office door and locked it. He turned around, eyes feral, lips curled in a smirk, hands undoing his jeans. Yoochun’s mouth went dry.
“Didn’t I tell you to take your pants off?”
Yoochun nodded, and with uncooperative fingers, unbuckled his belt. Jae’s hands batted his away and roughly unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans.
“This is going to be rough, this is going to hurt, and fuck, YooYum, you are going to love it.”
Yoochun gasped as his pants and boxers were yanked down. Fingers pushed into his mouth and he sucked on them. Jae spun him around, using his own slightly wet fingers to start preparing him.
Yoochun whimpered as his sore ass was forced open. The fingers were removed. A firm hand pressed his back and Yoochun bent over the desk, arms holding him up.
“It would be a really good idea if you didn’t make any noise,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun nodded, and bit his lip as more fingers speared him. Only moments later, Jae spread his ass and prodded Yoochun’s hole with his dick.
“God, YooYum, your hole is almost purple, and still it’s begging for me. Clenching for me.”
“Fuck me, Jae,” Yoochun gasped.
“My pleasure.” Jae thrust forward hard, and Yoochun’s head fell to the desk, biting his arm to muffle his scream. A firm hand grasped the back of his neck and held him down, face pressed against Changmin’s paperwork. Jae pulled out, and pain shot through Yoochun’s body again.
“Jerk yourself off,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun shuddered, and with great difficulty, moved an arm off the desk and started stroking his hard cock.
With each thrust, Jae slid in a bit deeper. The fingers on his neck tightened.
“Faster, YooYum. You have to come before I do.”
Yoochun shifted away from the desk, pushing Jae’s dick deeper inside of him. He fisted his cock roughly, and Jae doubled his speed. Quiet moans fell in time with the slap of skin on skin.
Pain gathered in Yoochun groin, twisted and morphed, as white spots danced in front of his eyes. His hand slowed, body unable to move as his brain shut down. White come covered the front of Changmin’s desk. Yoochun’s knees buckled and Jae moved his hand from his neck to pin his hips to the desk and he fucked out his release.
Jae leaned over him, breath puffing on Yoochun’s neck. “I think I may make a habit of watching you fall apart. It’s a gorgeous sight.”
Jae pulled out, and Yoochun whimpered. “Don’t move,” Jae said, and then a moment later, Yoochun felt the cold press of a toy against his ass. Jae slammed the wide plug all the way into Yoochun, ripping another almost scream from his throat.
“You can take it out when you get home,” Jae said, “and you don’t have to wear it tonight, but I want my come inside of you for the rest of your shift.”
Jae pulled Yoochun’s pants up, flipped him around and buckled them up.
Yoochun winced as his ass was pressed against the desk.
Jae kissed him. “See you tonight,” he whispered and sauntered out of the office, buttoning his pants on the way.
Yoochun’s heavy breathing echoed in the quiet office. And then his phone vibrated in his pocket. With shaking hands, Yoochun fumbled with his phone and read the message.
3:45 ~ You better not have sex on my desk ~
Part 5: NAKED
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four) past!Yunho/Yoochun
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
A/N: Yeah, I have no idea how long this is going to be now ... ... six maybe seven chapters.
Yoochun climbed the stairs slowly. Every few steps, his body reminded him that he was sore. He cursed Jaejoong once, and then grinned. It was totally worth it.
He entered his apartment.
His. Not, “just his” but “only his”. On his next day off, he was going to get rid of everything that reminded him of Yunho and buy all new things.
Starting with the bed.
His phone was blinking madly from its charger on the kitchen counter.
There were eight text messages from Junsu.
7:30 ~dude. Yunho is a dick. He asked me what street corner you hired Jaejoong from~
7:32 ~he also asked about how you met and all that jazz. I finally had to tell him to fuck off that his date was getting jealous~
8:03 ~where are you? i’m bored.~
8:45 ~are you with Jaejoong? You sure as hell better be with Jaejoong.~
9:30 ~if I find out tomorrow that you fell asleep and that’s why you’re not responding to me I’m going to be fucking pissed.~
12:04 ~omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg where are you??????~
1:30 ~seriously, best night ever, EVER EVER EVER~
1:31 ~I just want to tell you right here, but I can’t because if I do I’ll totally piss him off and he’s reading over my shoulder. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU CALL ME‼!~
Yoochun smiled. If he even tried calling Junsu this early, Junsu would rip him a new one. Yoochun changed his clothes, sliding on a pair of new, tight blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He pondered his reflection in the mirror, staring at all the hickys and bite marks on his neck and collar bone. He sighed, and then changed into a white shirt with a higher collar. He wished it was winter so he could get away with wearing a scarf. He added a purple button down and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms.
Right before leaving, he popped two pain relievers in his mouth. He was going to be aching before the morning was over. He locked up, smiling, god, he was smiling. A goofy grin on his face. When was the last time he had smiled like this?
If it wasn’t for his sore body, he’d probably be skipping to work.
He arrived at Café Maestro two minutes before five. He slid down the small alley to the back and then stopped in surprise at the blue car parked behind the store.
What was Changmin doing there?
If Changmin had him come in just to see if he would, … god, hot fury raced through Yoochun. He could still be curled up with Jaejoong. He unlocked the door and flung it open. He stomped toward the office and then stopped, took a couple steps back and stared.
Junsu’s jacket-his favorite one with the sleeves fraying and the white lettering on the back peeling-still hung on the rack. There was no way that Junsu would ever forget that jacket.
Walking a bit more quietly, Yoochun made his way to Changmin’s office. The door was ajar, and Yoochun tentatively stuck his head in.
He laughed.
Junsu’s orange Mohawk fanned out over Changmin’s pristine, yet bare, chest. Their lower halves were still covered, though both had pants unbuckled. There were quite a few purple marks on Changmin’s chest. Changmin was using their shirts as a pillow.
Junsu stirred.
Changmin’s eyes fluttered open. “Go away, Yoochun,” he muttered.
“It’s five am, sir,” Yoochun said, failing to keep the laughter out of his voice.
“Too early,” Junsu whimpered and buried himself into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin held him and sat them up. Junsu whimpered again but readjusted and reclung. Changmin smiled down at him.
Yoochun scoffed.
Changmin scowled up at him. “Go make us some coffee.”
“No. How did this happen?” Yoochun asked, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.
“Your friend is very persuasive.”
Yoochun smirked. “He sat in your lap and refused to move until you kissed him.”
“Ah, our little predictable Junsu.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered, lips brushing Changmin’s nipple. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Come on, get up,” Changmin said, the usual snark he used to talk to Junsu back in his voice.
“I am,” Junsu said.
“Your morning erection does not count. Get up, so I can take you home and take care of it.”
Junsu jerked away from Changmin, eyes glinting, a smile curling his lips. Both of his pierced nipples were bruising and there were teeth marks around his belly button.
Changmin rolled his eyes, but smiled, and then leaned forward and kissed him. “Hurry up and get dressed. Get that best friend of yours to make me coffee.”
“I’ll go make it,” Junsu said and stood up.
Changmin handed him his shirt. Junsu tugged it on. He sashayed by Yoochun at the door, kissing his cheek and then humming as he walked to the front. Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes.
Changmin shrugged. “Why the fuck not?”
Yoochun laughed. “I agree.” He tugged the collar of his shirt down, exposing the hickies of his own.
Changmin nodded. “Yeah, we figured that’s what you were up to. That’s what started all this to begin with.”
“How?”
“Eh, Junsu was in here after closing bothering me about it, filling my head with images and ideas.”
“Trust me, Changmin, whatever he was saying was nothing compared to what was happening. It was so much better.”
“Really?”
Yoochun smiled and lifted the front of his shirt. His entire stomach was purpled with bruises. “Jae is … interesting. At one point I had my hands tied to the bed frame and-”
“Alright, alright. That’s enough. I don’t want to listen to your misdeeds.”
“Junsu will.”
“I will what?” Junsu said and handed Changmin a cup of coffee.
“Take Changmin home and make all his wishes come true,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled and winked at Changmin. “You bet.”
Changmin put his shirt on and buttoned it up.
Junsu made a noise behind Yoochun.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“I used my mouth to unbutton that shirt.”
Yoochun laughed. “Nice. When you wake up later today, come in and say hi and I’ll tell you all about having a gag in my mouth for a couple hours.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “You fucking liar.”
Yoochun stretched his jaw a bit. “Am not.”
“Jaejoong’s kinky, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
“Sweet. It’s just what you need, too. A little fun, no stress, nothing permanent. A quick couple of fucks to get you back into the game.”
“Is that all I’m for?” Changmin asked, arms crossed.
Junsu swallowed. “No,” he said, almost stammering. “I’ve been in the game long enough. I need a time out.”
Changmin smirked. “Good answer. Let’s go. I have this sudden urge to teach you some discipline.”
Junsu’s eyes rolled back. “I need it.”
After a swift kiss, Changmin grinned. “Yes, you do.”
Two steps to the backdoor and Junsu balked.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“This isn’t some ploy to get me tied up so you can cut my hair, is it?”
Changmin smiled and ran a hand over the tips of Junsu’s hair. “No. I actually like your hair. Let’s go see if come can really be used as hair gel.”
Junsu turned and gave Yoochun a little finger wave, and then happily bounced after Changmin.
Yoochun shook his head with a smile. Changmin and Junsu had been dancing around each other since Junsu was hired almost a year ago. Junsu always called Changmin, “that tall piece of heaven,” when Changmin wasn’t around.
Yoochun went on automatic, body moving through the store, opening the registers and putting out food displays. He started coffee ten minutes before six. He smiled and laughed with Minho and Wonbin when the two younger boys arrived to open the store. And then he smiled and joked with customers. But his mind was definitely not on his work.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. A text.
9:35 ~Changmin is my new god.~
And then another one.
9:36 ~Don’t listen to anything that punk says.~
Yoochun laughed, and replied to Changmin’s.
= he said you were his new god =
9:40 ~Then he needs to worship me some more~
= there’s a spot, just beside the back of his neck, that when licked, you can get him to agree to anything. Even cutting his hair =
9:45 ~ Already found it. ;) ~
Yoochun laughed again, and then put his phone away to do some minor paper work and restocking.
A couple hours later, Wonbin stuck his head in the store room. “Yo, Chunnie. There’s someone out here asking for you.”
Yoochun grinned. He had been thinking about Jaejoong all fucking day. Customers had commented on his smile. Minho had said it was freaky. Yoochun flung the bags of coffee on a random shelf and headed to the front room.
He stopped in shock.
It was Yunho.
“What do you want?” Yoochun demanded.
“To say hi,” Yunho said with a smile.
“Hi.” Yoochun turned his back.
Yunho grabbed his arm and spun him back.
“Let me go.”
“Come and talk to me.”
“Why?”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Just for a minute.”
“No.”
“You’re making a scene.”
“You’re making a scene.”
Yunho eyes landed on Yoochun’s neck and he smirked. “I see your boyfriend is-”
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and yanked his arm away. “Get the fuck out. Now.”
Yunho sighed. “Please, come and talk to me.”
Yoochun took a deep breath. Could he do this? He was strong now, right? Did being strong also include being stupid and talking to his ex-boyfriend?
“Minho, I’ll be back in five minutes.”
Minho waved an acknowledgement at him.
Yoochun brushed past Yunho and left the store. He went only a few feet from the door, and then crossed his arms and said, “What?”
“Hi.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Don’t waste my time, Yunho.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I just … I came yesterday because I had to see you. I never really thought you’d have a boyfriend.”
“Fuck off.”
“Really, Chunnie, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“And you saw. What now?”
“I gathered from what Junsu said that you aren’t really serious with this guy and-”
“You showed up here yesterday with a date, and you’re implying that I take you back? Good god, Yunho.”
“That was my cousin, Park Jungsoo.”
And then Yoochun put that grown up face to the cousin he’d seen when he was younger.
“Right.”
Silence.
“So.”
“No, Yunho, you fucking broke my heart and you’re not getting it back. Ever.”
“You don’t mean that.”
Yunho walked toward him, and Yoochun moved away until his back hit the wall. Yunho put a hand on the wall.
“I do mean it, and get the fuck away from me.”
“Baby-”
“YooYum?”
Yoochun sighed in relief. They both looked over at Jaejoong. Yoochun used the distraction to duck away from Yunho.
He walked to Jaejoong, eyes bordering on panic and Jae smiled, pulled him close, and kissed him. Jae was wearing faded gray jeans, and a tight red t-shirt currently clenched in Yoochun’s fingers.
“You okay?” Jaejoong whispered as his hands ran through Yoochun’s hair.
“Now I am.”
“Problems?” Jae said louder.
“No,” Yunho said. “Just saying hi.”
“That was an extremely predatory way of saying hello.”
“Let it go, Jae,” Yoochun said. “I’m assuming you’re here for coffee.”
“No, I’m here to see you, but if you want to give me coffee, then I’ll take it.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him again, moaning when Jae’s hand cupped his cheek.
He felt Yunho leave.
“He’s gone,” Jaejoong said. “What did he want?”
“Me.”
“Fucker.”
“That’s what I told him.”
“Come on. Let’s go inside.”
Jae put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and Yoochun put his around Jae’s waist. He leaned against him and sighed.
“You seem to be walking normally,” Jae said, as he held the door open for Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “Pain medicine.”
“That’s cheating.”
“I know.”
They went down the hall to the office. Jae sat in the chair and then Yoochun sat in his lap, curled up with his face in Jae’s neck. He took a deep breath of comfort.
“Did you tell Junsu about the show tonight?”
Yoochun laughed. “No, I was a bit distracted when I got here this morning and found Changmin and Junsu half naked, curled up on the floor together.”
Jaejoong laughed. “You’re kidding? That’s awesome. Should I add Changmin’s name to the guest list?”
Yoochun thought about it. He didn’t really see Changmin as the “strip show” type. “Sure, why not? Junsu will talk him into it.”
“Here.” Jae gave him a business card. It was pure white. “Angel” was written in silver script. In blank print at the bottom was the name of the club, an address and phone number.
“You work at Uncut Diamond?” Yoochun said, voice cracking a bit.
“Heard of it?”
“I’ve listened to Junsu complain about never being able to go.”
“Well, here’s his chance.”
“And Angel?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Stage name. You’ll see when you get there. Ooh, and look at this one. Dominator card.” Jae fished another card from his wallet. It was black. In red letters it said, “Demon” and then a phone number.
“God,” Yoochun said with a head shake. And then he smiled up at Jae.
“What?”
“I can’t decide if I had the angel or the demon last night.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but that was just me last night.”
“That’s not a disappointment at all.”
Jae clenched the back of Yoochun’s neck and yanked him forward. Their lips crashed together and they kissed deeply. Yoochun adjusted in the chair, whimpering when Jae pulled away for a brief moment. Yoochun’s legs were suddenly over Jae’s shoulders, his hands sliding under Jae’s shirt. He found the sensitive spot on Jae’s stomach. Jae groaned, gripped his ass and pulled him closer. Yoochun moaned when he slid against Jae’s hard on.
“Hey, Yoochun, … oops. Sorry.”
Minho turned back around as they broke apart.
“What is it, Minho?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the lunch rush.”
“Give me two minutes.”
“That’s all?” Minho said with a smirk and then laughed and ducked out of the office.
“I could get you off in two minutes,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun shivered. “I believe you, but I have to go.”
“I know. Kiss me again.”
Yoochun kissed him again, for longer than he should have.
Jae pulled away. “I’m going to go run some errands, then I’ll stop by again before I head to work.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun reluctantly crawled off his lap. Jae hooked his hands at the top of Yoochun’s jeans and pulled himself up. Yoochun winced as fingers dug into his bruised hips.
Jae laughed, gathered him close and whispered, “Do you need a night to recover?”
Yoochun swallowed. “No.”
“Good. There’s still a whole box of toys to play with.”
Yoochun struggled and then pushed away, breathing deep, trying to get his body under control.
Jae licked his lips. “See you around, YooYum.”
“Yeah.”
After Jae left, Yoochun stood in the middle of the office, seriously contemplating jerking off as his body still refused to cooperate.
“Yoochun!” Minho yelled.
Yoochun said fuck it and left the office. A few minutes of work would calm him down.
After the lunch rush, he was in the freezer, bent over, organizing the pastries just the way Changmin liked it.
A pair of hands settled on his hips and a body pressed into his ass.
“Knock it off, Junsu,” Yoochun said without turning around or pulling away.
“You love it.”
“I love you, not your cock. Get away from me.”
Junsu laughed. “So I’m here. Tell me about your night.”
Yoochun blushed, not turning to him, and said, “You first. Tell me about your day.”
“Nope. Not happening. If you want to know what Changmin’s like in bed, then I get to hear about the ball gag.”
Yoochun sighed.
“What did he do to you?” Junsu asked, voice suddenly worried.
“Nothing I didn’t ask for.”
Junsu scoffed. “You? Asked for a ball gag? Yeah, right.”
“Alright, then nothing I didn’t protest. Better?”
“More realistic. Tell me.”
Yoochun found it easier to talk if he kept his back to him, so he continued cataloguing the frozen gourmet cookies.
“It started like they all start. Kissing, touching, and a quick blow job to take the edge off.”
Junsu laughed. “Only for you, I bet. That man is a walking sex machine.”
“God, don’t I know it.”
“And then?”
Yoochun shrugged. “He … he has a box of toys, Junsu.”
“Fucking serious?”
“Yeah, a box.” Yoochun turned and showed Junsu the approximate size of the box. “Trust me, if it’s a sex toy, it’s in there, and as I was recovering, he gagged me and I didn’t refuse, and god, Junsu.”
Yoochun blushed and looked away.
Junsu was desperately trying not to laugh, and yeah, Yoochun was embarrassed, but Junsu had been his best friend for years. It’d been Junsu who he ran to six months ago, and Junsu who held him when he cried, and Junsu who’s lips where there when needed.
“And then?” Junsu demanded.
“He got me off again with a vibrator.”
Junsu coughed, mouth open, eyes wide. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. On your knees, being fucked by a vibrator?”
“Don’t forget the gagged part,” Yoochun said with a grin.
“Shit, that is beyond hot.” He leaned against the door and fanned himself. “And then?”
“Well, then I was dragged to bedroom, tied to the bed and Jae had his way with me.”
“Oh, no you don’t. Details, baby. Details.”
Yoochun stood up and lifted his shirt. “He had his way with me.”
“While you were tied to the bed?”
“And gagged.”
“Vibrator?”
“Not that time. It felt like he fucked me for hours.”
“God.”
“You’re such a pervert,” Chganmin said and kissed Junsu’s cheek.
“Are you hearing this?” Junsu demanded, turning to face Changmin. “He had Yoochun tied to a bed. Yoochun! I mean, me tied to a bed, no big deal, but Yoochun!”
“There is more, you know,” Yoochun said.
“More?” Junsu’s voice broke.
“Can’t handle more?” Changmin asked.
“Oh, man, I don’t know. I may have to toss Yoochun out of this freezer and let you push me against the wall.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Go talk about it in my office. I need to fix this mess Yoochun just made.”
“Hey,” Yoochun protested. “I did it right.”
“We shall see.” Changmin pushed them out of the freezer.
As soon as the door of the office shut, Junsu jumped and tugged on Yoochun’s shirt. “What else? What else?”
“Then we took a nap.”
Junsu waved his hand. “Boring. After the nap.”
“I woke up at about three am to my hands bound behind my back and his fingers inside me and a cock ring wrapped around my dick.”
“Hang on,” Junsu said. “I need to sit down.” He fell into the chair. “I think I might faint.”
“Just don’t jerk off right now,” Yoochun said with a pointed look at the bulge in Junsu’s pants.
Junsu smirked. “I’ll make you do it.”
Yoochun scoffed.
“Okay, okay. What next?” Junsu leaned forward, eyes shining with anticipation.
“He dragged me to the bathroom and fucked my face. Oh, and I had a nice little plug inside me.”
Junsu actually squealed. “Good shit, who are you and what have done with my docile best friend who thought fucking on the couch was kinky?”
Yoochun laughed.
“And then?”
Yoochun winced a bit and looked away and then cursed himself as his voice shook and he said, “Then he fucked me on the bathroom floor, we took a bath and I came to work.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes. “You’re awful at concealing things, babe. You skipped something.”
“N-no, I didn’t.”
“Liar. What happened between the face fucking and the ass fucking?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun said, and winced when it came out more of a question than a statement.
“Chunnie. Tell me.”
“No.”
“God, it had to have been really really bad, or really really good.”
Yoochun blushed and muttered, “Good. Really good.”
And then Junsu’s eyes widened and his face lit up. “God, you didn’t.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Junsu broke into laughter again, and he repeated “oh shit” over and over.
Yoochun couldn’t look at him, ashamed and a bit disgusted that he’d enjoyed the taste of Jae’s piss on his tongue and the warmth on his skin a little too much.
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and moved to the door.
“Wait, Yoochun, sorry,” Junsu said, grabbing his shirt. “Sorry, I just … this is you, and it’s so … weird and … god, I can’t even remember the last time your night was full of more details than mine.”
“I wanted …” Yoochun still looked at the floor.
“Don’t you be embarrassed, Chunnie.”
Junsu grabbed his face and made him look at him. “Listen to me. Whatever does it for you, does it for you. And if you’re lucky enough to find someone to do it to you, then you should latch on and take advantage of it for as long as you can. Now. Tell me.”
“You already know.”
Junsu smirked. “I know. But you need to say it out loud. Consider it therapy.”
Yoochun met his eyes with a steady gaze. Was he embarrassed? Incredibly, but fuck, he was planning on letting Jae piss all over him again.
He smirked and said, “He pissed in my mouth. And I drank it.”
Junsu’s hands fell. “Dude, I figured he just pissed on you, but that is so much better.” He fell back to the chair as giggles overtook him again.
“Fuck you. I liked it.”
His giggles stopped and he sat up straight. “Think I can get Changmin to do that?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I doubt it.”
“I don’t know, man. He whipped out a totally different side to him last night.”
“Are you two girls done gossiping about sex yet?” Changmin asked, leaning on the door.
Junsu laughed again. “I guess.”
“What? No,” Yoochun said. “We haven’t even talked about your day.”
Changmin shrugged. “Not much to talk about.”
“What?” Junsu shrieked and sat up.
Changmin grinned. “Not much to talk about,” he said, slower.
Junsu pouted, crossed his arms and slouched in the chair. “Fucker,” he muttered.
Yoochun smiled at Changmin. “Care to share?”
“Not really. And Junsu promised to keep quiet.”
“And you believed him?”
“No. He tells you everything.”
“Tell me,” Yoochun said, glaring at Junsu.
Junsu grimaced. “Later?”
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, but you owe me.”
Three raps landed on the wall outside, and Jae peaked in at them. “Don’t you guys ever work?”
Junsu laughed.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “No, they don’t.”
Yoochun moved to Jae’s side and cuddled into him. “And yes, I forgot to ask them.”
Jae smiled.
“Ask us what?” Junsu asked. His eyes were wide with lust.
Jae smiled down at Yoochun. “I take it Junsu got details?”
“Junsu always gets details,” Yoochun said.
“Did you enjoy the story?” Jae asked.
“Fuck yes.”
Jae laughed. “Well, then you should enjoy this.” He took another white business card from his pocket and handed it to Junsu. “My show is at eight. You have to be there before seven thirty.”
Junsu stared at the card. His mouth slowly opened and then he licked his lips.
“What?” Changmin asked and snatched the card from Junsu’s hands.
“You’re-“ Junsu swallowed. Another lick of lips. “Angel. You’re Angel?”
Jae grinned. “Yes.”
“Now I really might faint.”
“Angel?” Changmin asked.
Jae met his eyes. “I’m a stripper. Angel is my stage name.”
Junsu was almost hyperventilating.
“Susu?” Yoochun said.
Junsu looked up. “This is so not fair. You get Angel, crazy toy kinky sex and I get-”
“You better think really hard before you finish that sentence,” Changmin said, voice low.
Junsu swallowed. “Can we go? Please. Please. I’ve never even been able to look inside Uncut Diamond.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“It is pretty tasteful,” Jae said and then smirked. “Well, as tasteful as it can get taking off your clothes for incredibly rich, incredibly ugly, middle-aged men. It’ll be nice having some gorgeousness in the audience.”
Changmin smirked.
“And you’ve got a private booth, so if you can’t wait to get home …” Jae shrugged.
“Oh my god, Changmin, please.”
“You can go with Yoochun.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to take advantage of Yoochun in a private booth at one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul.”
Changmin turned to Yoochun. “Who’s closing tonight?”
“Donghae. And he can do it in his sleep. You don’t have to be here.”
Changmin smiled. “I know. We’ll go.”
Junsu squealed.
“On one condition.”
“What?” Junsu asked, frowning.
“Yoochun opens in the morning.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered.
“Oh, please, Chunnie, please.” Junsu tugged on his shirt again.
Yoochun met Jae’s eyes, and Jae smiled with a shrug. Yoochun turned to Junsu. He gave him those wide, innocent eyes and that -you love me and you can’t say no to me- smile of his.
“Fine,” Yoochun said, “but I get graphic details about whatever you two do tonight.”
“Fine, fine, whatever. Minnie, let’s go. I need … yeah, I need you, now and then … god. I can’t breathe.”
Junsu grabbed Changmin’s arm and tugged him out the door.
Jae and Yoochun met each other’s eyes and then Jae burst out laughing. “God, I love that kid.”
“Me, too. He makes my life feel normal.”
“Did you tell him everything?” Jae asked, voice dropping.
Yoochun blushed and looked down. “Yes. Everything.”
“And?”
“And I think if I went into even more details he would have came just hearing about it.”
“It was pretty fucking sexy.”
Jae kissed him. Deep and dirty, hands pressing into his lower back, body curling over his, forcing Yoochun backwards until he hit the desk.
“I have to work,” Yoochun tried to say, lips and mouth being invaded by Jae’s tongue.
“I know, but god, I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”
Yoochun swallowed. “I think we can get away with five minutes. Ten max.”
“Baby, I’m not going to need ten minutes. Pants down, now.”
Jae released him and Yoochun had to take a step forward for balance. Jae shut the office door and locked it. He turned around, eyes feral, lips curled in a smirk, hands undoing his jeans. Yoochun’s mouth went dry.
“Didn’t I tell you to take your pants off?”
Yoochun nodded, and with uncooperative fingers, unbuckled his belt. Jae’s hands batted his away and roughly unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans.
“This is going to be rough, this is going to hurt, and fuck, YooYum, you are going to love it.”
Yoochun gasped as his pants and boxers were yanked down. Fingers pushed into his mouth and he sucked on them. Jae spun him around, using his own slightly wet fingers to start preparing him.
Yoochun whimpered as his sore ass was forced open. The fingers were removed. A firm hand pressed his back and Yoochun bent over the desk, arms holding him up.
“It would be a really good idea if you didn’t make any noise,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun nodded, and bit his lip as more fingers speared him. Only moments later, Jae spread his ass and prodded Yoochun’s hole with his dick.
“God, YooYum, your hole is almost purple, and still it’s begging for me. Clenching for me.”
“Fuck me, Jae,” Yoochun gasped.
“My pleasure.” Jae thrust forward hard, and Yoochun’s head fell to the desk, biting his arm to muffle his scream. A firm hand grasped the back of his neck and held him down, face pressed against Changmin’s paperwork. Jae pulled out, and pain shot through Yoochun’s body again.
“Jerk yourself off,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun shuddered, and with great difficulty, moved an arm off the desk and started stroking his hard cock.
With each thrust, Jae slid in a bit deeper. The fingers on his neck tightened.
“Faster, YooYum. You have to come before I do.”
Yoochun shifted away from the desk, pushing Jae’s dick deeper inside of him. He fisted his cock roughly, and Jae doubled his speed. Quiet moans fell in time with the slap of skin on skin.
Pain gathered in Yoochun groin, twisted and morphed, as white spots danced in front of his eyes. His hand slowed, body unable to move as his brain shut down. White come covered the front of Changmin’s desk. Yoochun’s knees buckled and Jae moved his hand from his neck to pin his hips to the desk and he fucked out his release.
Jae leaned over him, breath puffing on Yoochun’s neck. “I think I may make a habit of watching you fall apart. It’s a gorgeous sight.”
Jae pulled out, and Yoochun whimpered. “Don’t move,” Jae said, and then a moment later, Yoochun felt the cold press of a toy against his ass. Jae slammed the wide plug all the way into Yoochun, ripping another almost scream from his throat.
“You can take it out when you get home,” Jae said, “and you don’t have to wear it tonight, but I want my come inside of you for the rest of your shift.”
Jae pulled Yoochun’s pants up, flipped him around and buckled them up.
Yoochun winced as his ass was pressed against the desk.
Jae kissed him. “See you tonight,” he whispered and sauntered out of the office, buttoning his pants on the way.
Yoochun’s heavy breathing echoed in the quiet office. And then his phone vibrated in his pocket. With shaking hands, Yoochun fumbled with his phone and read the message.
3:45 ~ You better not have sex on my desk ~
Part 5: NAKED
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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