Move In Boyfriend 5/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 5/13
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
Yoochun stopped at the second floor and took a deep breath. The plug in his ass had given him an erection for the rest of his shift. As soon as Donghae clocked in at 4:56, Yoochun clocked out. Each step home was painful, but welcome. Even if that quick stint in Changmin’s office meant that Yoochun was going to have to wait a night or two before Jae could fuck him again.
He sent Junsu a text, begging him for a ride to the club.
~why?~
=desk sex. My ass is sore=
The reply came from Changmin: ~ I am going to fucking kill you ~
Yoochun headed to the bathroom. He stripped, wincing a bit as he bent over to take off his pants and boxers. He gave up and just used his feet to kick them off. And that caused the plug to jerk against the side of his walls again. White clouded his vision and he took a few deep breathes. With a hand gripping the sink, and most of his body weight leaning on the counter, Yoochun reached behind him and tugged at the plug. He moaned as it scraped his walls and almost unconsciously, he pushed it back in.
“Fuck,” he muttered as a tiny sizzle of pain shot up his spine. His cock twitched and grew as Yoochun slid the plug around him again.
Smirking, Yoochun grabbed his jeans and fished his phone from the pocket. He laid on the floor. He clicked the camera option and then spread his legs and lifted his knees. He hit record, and then fucked himself with the plug.
“Look at what you do to me,” he whispered and then his eyes shut with a moan and he moved the plug faster. His phone beeped, signaling the end of the video, and Yoochun stopped his movements with difficulty.
Plug still firmly in place, he watched the short video. His eyes went wide at how red and bruised his ass was. And the plug was white. But as he watched him pull it out, pushing it in deeper, streaks of red appeared. Yoochun shuddered. He shouldn’t have been surprised that he was bleeding.
He sent the video to Jaejoong, and then gingerly stood up. He had to place a hand on the counter to support himself. His phone vibrated.
+ fuck +
= you like that? =
+ film yourself coming and then I want to watch you lick your hand clean +
Yoochun moaned and dropped back to the floor. He lay down, one leg up on the counter so he could reach the plug. He fucked himself slowly, stroking his cock, thinking of Jaejoong’s perfect body and skin. The pain became secondary, yet necessary as pleasure built inside of him. He had to slow his hand as his release built, stop the movements of the plug and grab his phone. Eyes crossing as he continued to stroke himself, he found the record button again, and then held the phone against his hip for support, hoping but not caring if he managed a good angle. His hand flew up and down his cock and he was moaning, and shifting his hips so the plug tortured him. He cried out, body arching as the pleasure forced its way through his body and come covered his stomach.
He lay, gasping on the floor, body twitching, head clouded with pleasure.
As soon as his arms could move again, he watched the video of him coming. Only the last few moments where he lost control did the video shake. It was a fantastic angle, the plug in his ass in the bottom of the shot.
He sent it to Jaejoong and then hit record again. He licked the come off his fingers, scooped it off his body and swallowed it, moaning.
+ you taste so good, my YooYum. i can’t wait to see you +
Yoochun smiled and hit the reply button, but then another idea crossed his mind. He put both legs on the counter, bending his body a bit. He held the phone against his thigh again and made sure the angle was right. With a deep breath and a fleeting thought of Yoochun you are insane, he hit the record button. He aimed his cock at his face and pissed, mouth opening. The warmth was there, but he tasted different than Jae had, heady, musky, but he still liked it. He moaned and swallowed, moving his dick so the pee hit his chest and stomach. As soon as he was through, he looked at the camera and whispered, “I'm thirsty for you.”
He sent the video.
+ are you fucking trying to kill me? +
= just thought I’d let you know I was thinking about you =
+ fuck. i need you now +
Yoochun hit record one more time. He teased the plug out of his hole, moaning as the widest part stretched him open. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Blood, come and the heady scent of his body made Yoochun groan more and he fucked his mouth with the plug.
“You’ll have to settle for my throat,” Yoochun said and grinned before licking the plug again. “I don’t think my ass can handle much more.”
His phone rang less than a minute after he sent the video.
“You little fucker,” Jae said, but his voice was amused. “I’m trying to work.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, my YooYum. I’m going to have a fucking hard on through my whole shift and my tips are going to triple tonight because of it.”
Yoochun laughed. He moved to the tub and started the shower.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jaejoong purred. “I am going to watch these videos every chance I get. Upload them and put all five of them together, set it on a continuous loop and then jerk myself sore.”
“Why do that, when you can just fuck my mouth while you watch them?”
“Oh, dear god, yes. Fuck yes. I have to go. I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye.”
Yoochun took a very short shower. He had wanted to soak and relax his muscles but fucking himself with that plug had taken all his time. His phone was ringing when he climbed out. It was Junsu.
“Are you ready?”
“No. I just got out of the shower.”
“Kay, hurry. We’re on our way.”
Yoochun felt a bit better. A minor dose of pain shot up his body every now and then, but he was able to dress quickly. He slipped on a pair of black slacks. Even with the clothes he bought yesterday, his choices were limited, but there was a very nice long sleeved, blue ribbed shirt that would work. He threw a sport coat over it, added a few accessories and then styled his hair.
Junsu called just as Yoochun was sliding on a new pair of black boots.
“We’re here. Don’t look Changmin in the eye. He might kill you.”
Yoochun laughed and hung up. He locked up his apartment, and then headed downstairs, wincing a bit as each footfall reminded him again of the beatings he had taken. As soon as he appeared, Junsu stepped out of the car. He was wearing white pants, and a white shirt with a green t-shirt underneath. His hair was spiked in sections, each one pointing the opposite direction.
“Damn, Su,” Yoochun said. “Your hair is awesome.”
“Changmin’s idea. He’s got a thing for my hair.”
Yoochun climbed into the back seat.
Changmin turned and glared at him. He wore a black, pinstriped suit.
“What?” Yoochun said, smirking.
“How am I supposed to sit at that desk and do paperwork when all I’m going to be thinking about is Jae pounding into you?”
“Get a new desk.”
“You better have cleaned up after yourselves.”
Yoochun thought about it and then a slow smile spread over his face. “Oops.”
“Shit.”
Changmin threw the car into gear and sped into the flow of traffic. Yoochun sent Jae a text saying they were on their way.
+ Tell Min to park in my spot in the back. It’s labeled “angel” +
Yoochun relayed the message and then leaned his head against the back seat and thought about his day. He didn’t realize he was smiling until Junsu said, “What are you smirking for?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.”
“Public sex on your boss’s desk is the usual?” Changmin demanded.
“Yep, and sending dirty videos to Jae and-”
Junsu’s head whipped around. “You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“Let me see.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Show him or you’re fired,” Changmin said.
Yoochun rolled his eyes but fished out his phone. “I’ll show you two of them, okay?”
“Two? How many are there?”
Yoochun smirked. “Not enough.” He pulled out his phone and showed Junsu the first video.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Shit,” Junsu gasped. “You better send me that.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun wondered for a moment, and then just went to the second one of him jerking off.
Junsu’s eyes were wide by the end of it.
“And those are the tame ones,” Yoochun said.
Junsu flung himself back in his seat. “God, Yoochun. Why weren’t you like this when we were going out?”
“Would it have mattered, Mr. Bottom?”
Junsu laughed. “No, but still, at least we could have played with each other more.”
Yoochun laughed with him, and then noticed Changmin’s scowl. “Aw, don’t worry about it, Changmin. It was almost eight years ago and we were curious teenagers.”
“Junsu is still attracted to you though.”
“Are you saying you’re not?” Junsu demanded. “Yoochun is gorgeous.”
Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes through the rearview mirror.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Yoochun said.
“I’m not sure he’s worried about that,” Junsu said, carefully.
“What do you mean?”
Changmin shot Junsu a look. “He means nothing by it.”
Yoochun pouted and crossed his arms. “This sucks. Su, you tell me everything, remember? And now I don’t get sex details and Changmin is being all mysterious.”
“Sorry, love,” Junsu muttered, and Yoochun wasn’t sure which of them he was apologizing to.
“Let’s talk about it later,” Changmin said, turning into the parking lot of Uncut Diamond. The building was black, glassy, like volcanic rock. The name was in white crystal that glowed a light blue at night. Changmin was stopped at a gate and a security guard approached the car.
“We’re here with Angel,” Changmin told him, and then showed ID when asked. Yoochun and Junsu pulled out their IDs as well.
“Welcome to Uncut Diamond, gentlemen,” he said. “Angel says that you’re to park in his spot. It’s the empty one right up against the building.”
“Thank you.”
Changmin pulled the car into the spot. Another security guard bowed at them and then opened a door.
“Follow me, gentlemen,” he said and he led them down a hall, through a doorway, down another hall and then opened a door. “Your room. There is a buzzer on the table should you need anything. Just press it when you’re ready to order drinks or entertainment. Angel said he would be in after his performance.”
Junsu squeaked, “Entertainment? Holy-”
Changmin elbowed him. “Thank you.”
The man bowed again and left.
The room was divine. There were blue four couches. Two sat facing the window looking over the club. There were small tables at the ends of each. There were two others in the back of the room with a coffee table in between. Along the two side walls were bars and stools, all made of dark brown wood.
Yoochun went to the window and sat on a couch. The room was a bit higher than the stage. And then beyond it were tables and chairs full of well dressed business men. Soft lights lit up the area. Moving through tables were gorgeous men wearing nothing more than tight, short, shorts. Red, green, white, blue. Different colored asses perking out from incredibly well built bodies.
“This is fucking better than I ever thought it would be,” Junsu said, sitting next to him. “I’m already hard.”
“What do you boys want to drink?” Changmin asked.
When Junsu opened his mouth, Yoochun said, “No, you’ll be the designated driver. He cannot handle his alcohol.”
“Really? With the way he acts, I’d think he was always drunk.”
Changmin’s voice was missing its usual bite and Yoochun looked over at him, and then at Junsu. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” Changmin said before Junsu could even open his mouth.
“Minnie,” Junsu whined and Changmin glared at him.
“No.”
“But, trust me, I know-”
“No, Junsu.”
“You two suck,” Yoochun said. He stared hard at Junsu. Junsu grimaced and then shook his head with a smile.
Yoochun knew that Junsu was trying to send him silent clues, but so far, he was lost. He and Changmin ordered drinks.
Junsu reluctantly order a soda and then smiled at Changmin. “I guess I’ll just stick to swallowing tonight.”
A smile tugged at Changmin’s mouth.
“Gentlemen,” a sultry male voice said over the speakers, “please welcome, for your foreplay enjoyment, our little minx, Dragon.”
The men in the club applauded and there were some wolf whistles. The lights around the club turned green. A steady beat echoed around the room.
Changmin finally sat down, settling behind Junsu and curling an arm around his waist.
A spotlight hit a green clad figure on stage. His back was to the crowd and almost immediately his arms flung out, head back and he started dancing.
“Holy shit, he’s naked,” Junsu said, leaning forward.
Yoochun looked again, and yes, the guy onstage was naked, skin painted green. Light caught the design, sparkles giving off an indication of scales. Even his cock and balls glistened. His hair was dyed a combination of yellow, red and orange and when he whipped his head around, it almost looked like flames. He danced to the music, his movements growing more obscene.
And then, with his back to the crowd, he bent over and picked something off the stage. There was a spark and then fire blazed at the ends of a long stick. The crowd cheered. Dragon tossed the fiery stick around, twirling it over his head and body never pausing as the music and the beat sped up. With a loud snap, the dancer hit the stage with one end of the stick, brought it quickly over his body to hit the stage on his other side, and then it went between his legs and he fell to his knees, head back, chest heaving as the fire burned behind and in front of him. The men in the audience were on their feet clapping.
“Oh my god, that was awesome,” Junsu said.
“Talk about a burning need,” Changmin said.
Junsu laughed and snuggled into him. “No kidding.”
“Gentleman, thank you for your support for Dragon. His charming skills are unmatched. Please relax, recharge and prepare for tonight’s main event. Angel will be performing in fifteen minutes.”
There was silence for a moment and it appeared to Yoochun that the men in the club had no idea Jae was performing. And then they started shouting and clapping and cheering.
Junsu turned around in Changmin’s lap. With a devious grin, he said, “Fifteen minutes.” He slinked down Changmin’s body and kneeled between his legs. His fingers tugged on his pants. Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes and swallowed deeply. Yoochun smiled. He wasn’t about to pass up a chance to see Junsu at work.
Junsu never pulled his eyes from Changmin. After five more seconds, Junsu started undoing Changmin’s pants.
Yoochun held back his surprise that Changmin wasn’t protesting and leaned back with a smirk to watch the show. Changmin looked away, tangling a hand in Junsu’s hair. Yoochun’s breath caught when Junsu pulled Changmin’s cock from his pants. Yoochun had his fair share of sex with the boss masturbating moments, but holy fuck, nothing like this.
Junsu touched this tip of his tongue to Changmin’s slit, licking up the growing dollop of clear fluid. Changmin’s moan was soft, like he had tried to hold it back, but couldn’t. Junsu smiled and then licked the crown of Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s head fell back to the couch and his hips jerked up.
“No time for teasing, Su,” Changmin said and then moaned when Junsu took his entire length down his throat. He pulled back a bit and then back down, slickening Changmin’s cock. Two thrusts later, his lips were nestled against Changmin’s body. Changmin cupped his face and lifted his head up and down.
“Dear fucking god,” Yoochun muttered. He was hard. He pressed a hand to the front of his jeans.
Junsu chuckled around the cock in his mouth, and then took over the movements, forcing Changmin into his throat with every swallow. Changmin cried out, body sliding down and legs spreading to give Junsu better access.
Yoochun was suddenly aware of Junsu looking at him. He winked and then looked up at Changmin. Yoochun followed his gaze and met Changmin’s eyes. Changmin wasn’t just looking at him. He was staring at him. Staring at his lips.
Yoochun licked his lips. Changmin shuddered.
Maybe it was time for Yoochun to stop watching. He leaned toward the couple, arm lying on the back of the couch. His feathered his fingers through Changmin’s hair and over his ear. His eyes shut with a sigh.
“I’m not sure if you know this, Changmin,” Yoochun whispered, leaning closer, “but Junsu is an exhibitionist.”
Changmin snorted and then moaned when Junsu giggled around his cock again.
“He loves it when people watch him, he loves being the center of attention, and he loves sharing. Before yesterday, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do this, but since you’re not complaining and Junsu so obviously wants it-”
Yoochun broke off and turned Changmin’s head to his. The kiss was soft, and Changmin whimpered through the delicate move of lips. Yoochun slipped a hand into Changmin’s suit jacket. Fingertips found hardened nipples through the shirt. Changmin moaned again. Yoochun kept the kiss chaste, with only a hint of tongue.
Changmin shuddered and whimpered and quite suddenly broke away from Yoochun with a cry. His head thrown back again, his body convulsed, breathy moans echoing around the room. With a final bob of his head, Junsu pulled away. He climbed up on Changmin’s lap, straddling him. With a wink at Yoochun, Junsu let the come in his mouth drip down to Changmin’s. Changmin jerked in minor surprise and then yanked Junsu to him, kissing him full and deep. A drop of come leaked from the corner of Changmin’s mouth. Yoochun leaned forward and licked it off. Before he could retreat, Changmin’s arm tightened around him and he was forced into their kiss.
Their tongues danced, played. Yoochun concentrating on Changmin’s. Junsu’s he knew, but Changmin’s was still forbidden. His kiss was firm, confident.
Junsu was the first to break away. “I told you so, Minnie,” he said and continued to watch Yoochun and Changmin kiss.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“That you wouldn’t mind.”
“Ah, so that’s what all this was about.”
Changmin broke away from him and looked away from them both. “Fuck, Yoochun, you’re hot.”
“So are you.”
Junsu snorted. “But then he started spouting crap about being our boss and I pretty much told him that he was more our friend than boss and we obeyed him because we liked him not because we had to.”
“Ooh,” Yoochun said, “that must have hurt.”
“No,” Changmin said, holding both of them close. “It was nice to hear, because, honestly, you two are the closest things to friends I have.”
“Gentlemen,” the announcer said. And the lights went out. “Welcome to your own personal Heaven.”
The three of them shifted and snuggled down together, Changmin’s arms around the others, as the patrons cheered in delight.
A single light shined on stage. Small sparkles drizzled from the ceiling.
The whole club rested on a tense moment of anticipation.
And then a white clad leg stepped into the stoplight, and the men cheered.
Both Junsu and Yoochun jerked up right and said, “Holy fuck,” at the same time.
Jae was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Tight white pants wrapped around his body, showing off his obvious erection. A white coat flowed down his back, the hem at his knees. A fur stole draped over one shoulder. He was shirtless. His sculpted abs glistened under the light. He was wearing fingerless gloves. A thick silver chain dangled over his chest. Piercings reflected in his belly button and nipples.
He had piercings? And then Yoochun remembered that he hadn’t really had a chance to explore Jaejoong’s body. Fuck, he wanted to.
His blond hair was styled straight. And even from up here, Yoochun could see the bright blue of his colored contacts.
“Hello,” Jae said into a microphone and the crowd cheered again. Jae flashed them his perfect smile. “You guys all picked the perfect night to come, didn’t you? How many of you have colleagues that are working late tonight?”
The men laughed.
“Well, tonight’s show is a bit different. No, no, don’t be upset. I’m sure you’ll like it.” Jae cupped his erection. “I’m pretty excited about it.”
They laughed again, some shouting obscene things at him.
Jae walked off the stage. The light followed him. “I’m going to dance,” he said, trailing fingers over men’s shoulders as he passed. “I’m going to take this jacket off and depending on how good you are,” he whispered that in one man’s ear, and the man shuddered, “you’ll get to see if I’m naked under these pants.” Jae headed back to stage.
“Oh my god,” Changmin said. “Look at all that money.”
Sure enough. Bills were sticking out of the waistband of Jae’s pants. Jae disappeared from the light for a moment and when he came back the bills were gone.
“The difference,” Jae said, once he was up on stage, “is that I’m going to sing.”
More than one man in the crowd gasped.
A soft, melody filled the room. Jae opened his mouth, and the most beautiful note ever sung came out of his mouth. Yoochun’s head went light. The words to the song barely registered, something about hearts breaking and lives changing, but Jae’s sincerity registers. He belted out the song, emotion carrying his voice into notes and languid melodies. He held the last note, voice never wavering until the music faded.
Everything was quiet and then the applause started. In their private room, Junsu and Changmin were kissing and Yoochun stared in amazement.
Over the applause, a beat started. Jae’s emotional face was replaced by a smirk. His hips jerked in time to beat. Just his hips. The cheering soon drowned into cat calls and obscene offers. The song started, a pop song about giving into temptation and living a life of sin. But again, Yoochun couldn’t concentrate on the words.
The first thing that Jaejoong dropped was the stole. He pulled it above his head and then let it cascade down his body. He rolled his hips. The jacket fell from his shoulders, and then he pinched and played and tugged on the piercings until his nipples were red, head back, body still moving to the beat. He slid his hands down his body, turning around, bending over, hands tracing his ass and down the back of his thighs until he gripped his ankles. He spread his legs, slowly until he was almost doing splits.
“Oh my god,” Junsu said next to him, and then repeated it.
Changmin smiled. “He is pretty fucking sexy.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Touch me, Min, please,” Junsu begged, writhing his body against Changmin’s.
“Touch you where?” Changmin said, even as his hands unbuttoned Junsu’s pants.
Yoochun spared them a glance when Junsu moaned. Changmin’s hand moved steadily up and down Junsu’s cock.
Still in the splits, Jae reached for his own cloth covered cock and rubbed in time with the music. His head flew back and his mouth opened. He sinfully licked his lips and then brought his legs together. He pushed himself up and then continued his dance. He slid the jacket off his shoulders and again ran hands over his body.
And then the dancing changed. The song played on, but Jae’s lithe body undulated in waves and hip hop steps. His face morphed into a sexy grin, echoed by the shine in his eyes.
Yoochun smiled. Jae really loved doing this.
Jae moved his dance through the crowd again. He was singing the obscene lyrics to the song, touching men’s shoulder and ruffling their hair. Hands grabbed him and tugged on him, but never long enough to keep him in one place. More money was shoved into his pants. At a table in the middle of the room, Jae stopped and put both hands on the edge, leaning towards the occupants. He jumped on it, laid flat on his back with his knees bent and ran hands up and down his legs and thighs, fingers lingering on his erection.
Both men at the table reached to touch him and Jae allowed the caresses on his thighs. As soon as they reached for more, Jae sat up and moved away from the table, headed back to stage. He didn’t disappear to take out the money this time, but stood perfectly still in the middle of the stage as a new dance song started playing. Finally, his hands slid up his hips, fingers walking across the top of his pants. He dipped his fingers below the waistband.
The men were going crazy.
Junsu was cursing and squirming as Changmin continued to pump his cock.
As Jae unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on the pants, Yoochun realized he was holding his breath.
Jae’s cock peeked from the white cloth. And Jae reached down to stroke it. And then he danced again, slow sensual movements a stark contrast to the music, but still right on beat. The pants slowly fell, money floating around him, as every inch of Jaejoong’s pale skin was revealed. He continued to stroke his cock. The music stopped, and the men did, too. That quiet anticipation hanging in the air again.
Jae’s gasps and moans filled the club.
And then as soon as his pants were down, he fell to his knees, jerking harder, faster, moans increasing.
“Holy shit,” Junsu said. “Holy mother of … fuck, oh, god, fuck … “ Yoochun didn’t want to pull his eyes from Jae, but they moved to Junsu anyway. Junsu cried out a final time and covered Changmin’s hand and his green shirt in come. He gasped only once and then pulled Changmin’s hand up to his mouth to lick clean.
A particularly loud moan from Jae had Yoochun’s head snapping back to the stage. He had one hand on the stage now, the other still moving over his cock. But he was on his knees, mouth open, panting. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on two fingers.
And then he turned, put his ass to the crowd and Yoochun’s mouth went dry. A pale hand inched around his hip. Light reflected off the wet fingers. Jae touched his hole, slow, deliberate, swirling the wet fingers round. His moans and cries grew louder, and then he pushed a finger in, past the first knuckle, once, twice, his moans growing louder. A second finger pushed in. He screamed and then everything went dark.
Jae’s moans continued for a moment, and then a whispered, “Oh, fuck me,” was followed by the unmistakable shuddering gasps of an orgasm.
Yoochun had trouble breathing. His cock ached in the confines of his pants. The sounds of the cheering crowd were muffled and he belatedly realized that someone was tugging on his arm.
“Did you fucking-” Junsu said, “Oh my god, that was amazing. That was … shit, that was, Yoochun say something. Fuck.”
“Hot,” Yoochun managed through his dry mouth. He licked his lips.
“Fuckin’ hell yeah it was. I’m going to have jerk off material for the next three years.”
“It was insanely deviant,” Changmin said.
“Fuck you, Min, don’t use big words like that. Just say you fucking liked it.”
Changmin grinned and pulled Junsu into a kiss. “I was busy concentrating on my own little deviant.”
“So you missed the whole thing.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Su,” Yoochun said, “he’s trying to be sweet and you’re ruining it.”
Junsu scoffed. “Sweet, you want to be sweet after a show like that? Fuck sweet.”
Changmin laughed, whipped them around and pinned Junsu below him. “How about when we get back to your place that I show you how sweet fucking can be?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Junsu said, eyes rolling back, “but if I call you Angel, you can’t get mad.”
Changmin grinned. “Why delegate me to Angel when you've been calling me God all day?”
Yoochun laughed. “Knock it off, you guys.”
He turned back to the room. The lights were back on, the men talking and laughing about the show.
“Are you jealous?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun thought about it. “No. These men can have Angel. I get Jaejoong.”
The door burst open. Jae in nothing but pair of sweat pants strode across the room, cock hard. He straddled Yoochun’s lap, pushed his pants down enough to free his cock and then grabbed Yoochun’s face. Jae’s head flung back and he moaned as Yoochun gagged on the first unsuspecting thrust. He immediately settled into a rhythm, hands going to Jae’s hips.
“Fuck, YooYum, I just … thinking about you and that show and how bruised and aching your ass is. I almost came on stage, Chun. I never ever come on stage, but fuck the thought of you and-” He broke off with a cry, grabbing Yoochun’s hair in his fists and fucked Yoochun’s mouth harder. Yoochun evened his breathing and relaxed his throat. His cock throbbed, but when he reached for it, Jae pulled on his hair. “Don’t you dare.”
Yoochun whimpered and then lifted his eyes. Jae was staring down at him. And when their eyes met, Jae’s glare softened, but then he smirked and thrust harder, eyes falling shut. The first splash of come, Yoochun swallowed easily, but then Jae held his head, dick down his throat and moaned out his release, and Yoochun gagged just once.
Jae pulled away, unable to hold himself up and collapsed to the side of the couch.
A trail of come dribbled down Yoochun’s chin, but as he went to lick it, Changmin said, “Wait.”
He leaned over, tongue darting out and licked it up, tongue dipping into Yoochun’s mouth for a moment.
Jae sat up, eyes wide. “What the fuck have you three been doing while I was on stage?”
Junsu giggled. “Getting a bit closer.”
ANGEL (except blond)
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC.
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
Yoochun stopped at the second floor and took a deep breath. The plug in his ass had given him an erection for the rest of his shift. As soon as Donghae clocked in at 4:56, Yoochun clocked out. Each step home was painful, but welcome. Even if that quick stint in Changmin’s office meant that Yoochun was going to have to wait a night or two before Jae could fuck him again.
He sent Junsu a text, begging him for a ride to the club.
~why?~
=desk sex. My ass is sore=
The reply came from Changmin: ~ I am going to fucking kill you ~
Yoochun headed to the bathroom. He stripped, wincing a bit as he bent over to take off his pants and boxers. He gave up and just used his feet to kick them off. And that caused the plug to jerk against the side of his walls again. White clouded his vision and he took a few deep breathes. With a hand gripping the sink, and most of his body weight leaning on the counter, Yoochun reached behind him and tugged at the plug. He moaned as it scraped his walls and almost unconsciously, he pushed it back in.
“Fuck,” he muttered as a tiny sizzle of pain shot up his spine. His cock twitched and grew as Yoochun slid the plug around him again.
Smirking, Yoochun grabbed his jeans and fished his phone from the pocket. He laid on the floor. He clicked the camera option and then spread his legs and lifted his knees. He hit record, and then fucked himself with the plug.
“Look at what you do to me,” he whispered and then his eyes shut with a moan and he moved the plug faster. His phone beeped, signaling the end of the video, and Yoochun stopped his movements with difficulty.
Plug still firmly in place, he watched the short video. His eyes went wide at how red and bruised his ass was. And the plug was white. But as he watched him pull it out, pushing it in deeper, streaks of red appeared. Yoochun shuddered. He shouldn’t have been surprised that he was bleeding.
He sent the video to Jaejoong, and then gingerly stood up. He had to place a hand on the counter to support himself. His phone vibrated.
+ fuck +
= you like that? =
+ film yourself coming and then I want to watch you lick your hand clean +
Yoochun moaned and dropped back to the floor. He lay down, one leg up on the counter so he could reach the plug. He fucked himself slowly, stroking his cock, thinking of Jaejoong’s perfect body and skin. The pain became secondary, yet necessary as pleasure built inside of him. He had to slow his hand as his release built, stop the movements of the plug and grab his phone. Eyes crossing as he continued to stroke himself, he found the record button again, and then held the phone against his hip for support, hoping but not caring if he managed a good angle. His hand flew up and down his cock and he was moaning, and shifting his hips so the plug tortured him. He cried out, body arching as the pleasure forced its way through his body and come covered his stomach.
He lay, gasping on the floor, body twitching, head clouded with pleasure.
As soon as his arms could move again, he watched the video of him coming. Only the last few moments where he lost control did the video shake. It was a fantastic angle, the plug in his ass in the bottom of the shot.
He sent it to Jaejoong and then hit record again. He licked the come off his fingers, scooped it off his body and swallowed it, moaning.
+ you taste so good, my YooYum. i can’t wait to see you +
Yoochun smiled and hit the reply button, but then another idea crossed his mind. He put both legs on the counter, bending his body a bit. He held the phone against his thigh again and made sure the angle was right. With a deep breath and a fleeting thought of Yoochun you are insane, he hit the record button. He aimed his cock at his face and pissed, mouth opening. The warmth was there, but he tasted different than Jae had, heady, musky, but he still liked it. He moaned and swallowed, moving his dick so the pee hit his chest and stomach. As soon as he was through, he looked at the camera and whispered, “I'm thirsty for you.”
He sent the video.
+ are you fucking trying to kill me? +
= just thought I’d let you know I was thinking about you =
+ fuck. i need you now +
Yoochun hit record one more time. He teased the plug out of his hole, moaning as the widest part stretched him open. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Blood, come and the heady scent of his body made Yoochun groan more and he fucked his mouth with the plug.
“You’ll have to settle for my throat,” Yoochun said and grinned before licking the plug again. “I don’t think my ass can handle much more.”
His phone rang less than a minute after he sent the video.
“You little fucker,” Jae said, but his voice was amused. “I’m trying to work.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, my YooYum. I’m going to have a fucking hard on through my whole shift and my tips are going to triple tonight because of it.”
Yoochun laughed. He moved to the tub and started the shower.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jaejoong purred. “I am going to watch these videos every chance I get. Upload them and put all five of them together, set it on a continuous loop and then jerk myself sore.”
“Why do that, when you can just fuck my mouth while you watch them?”
“Oh, dear god, yes. Fuck yes. I have to go. I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye.”
Yoochun took a very short shower. He had wanted to soak and relax his muscles but fucking himself with that plug had taken all his time. His phone was ringing when he climbed out. It was Junsu.
“Are you ready?”
“No. I just got out of the shower.”
“Kay, hurry. We’re on our way.”
Yoochun felt a bit better. A minor dose of pain shot up his body every now and then, but he was able to dress quickly. He slipped on a pair of black slacks. Even with the clothes he bought yesterday, his choices were limited, but there was a very nice long sleeved, blue ribbed shirt that would work. He threw a sport coat over it, added a few accessories and then styled his hair.
Junsu called just as Yoochun was sliding on a new pair of black boots.
“We’re here. Don’t look Changmin in the eye. He might kill you.”
Yoochun laughed and hung up. He locked up his apartment, and then headed downstairs, wincing a bit as each footfall reminded him again of the beatings he had taken. As soon as he appeared, Junsu stepped out of the car. He was wearing white pants, and a white shirt with a green t-shirt underneath. His hair was spiked in sections, each one pointing the opposite direction.
“Damn, Su,” Yoochun said. “Your hair is awesome.”
“Changmin’s idea. He’s got a thing for my hair.”
Yoochun climbed into the back seat.
Changmin turned and glared at him. He wore a black, pinstriped suit.
“What?” Yoochun said, smirking.
“How am I supposed to sit at that desk and do paperwork when all I’m going to be thinking about is Jae pounding into you?”
“Get a new desk.”
“You better have cleaned up after yourselves.”
Yoochun thought about it and then a slow smile spread over his face. “Oops.”
“Shit.”
Changmin threw the car into gear and sped into the flow of traffic. Yoochun sent Jae a text saying they were on their way.
+ Tell Min to park in my spot in the back. It’s labeled “angel” +
Yoochun relayed the message and then leaned his head against the back seat and thought about his day. He didn’t realize he was smiling until Junsu said, “What are you smirking for?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.”
“Public sex on your boss’s desk is the usual?” Changmin demanded.
“Yep, and sending dirty videos to Jae and-”
Junsu’s head whipped around. “You didn’t?”
“I did.”
“Let me see.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Show him or you’re fired,” Changmin said.
Yoochun rolled his eyes but fished out his phone. “I’ll show you two of them, okay?”
“Two? How many are there?”
Yoochun smirked. “Not enough.” He pulled out his phone and showed Junsu the first video.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Shit,” Junsu gasped. “You better send me that.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun wondered for a moment, and then just went to the second one of him jerking off.
Junsu’s eyes were wide by the end of it.
“And those are the tame ones,” Yoochun said.
Junsu flung himself back in his seat. “God, Yoochun. Why weren’t you like this when we were going out?”
“Would it have mattered, Mr. Bottom?”
Junsu laughed. “No, but still, at least we could have played with each other more.”
Yoochun laughed with him, and then noticed Changmin’s scowl. “Aw, don’t worry about it, Changmin. It was almost eight years ago and we were curious teenagers.”
“Junsu is still attracted to you though.”
“Are you saying you’re not?” Junsu demanded. “Yoochun is gorgeous.”
Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes through the rearview mirror.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Yoochun said.
“I’m not sure he’s worried about that,” Junsu said, carefully.
“What do you mean?”
Changmin shot Junsu a look. “He means nothing by it.”
Yoochun pouted and crossed his arms. “This sucks. Su, you tell me everything, remember? And now I don’t get sex details and Changmin is being all mysterious.”
“Sorry, love,” Junsu muttered, and Yoochun wasn’t sure which of them he was apologizing to.
“Let’s talk about it later,” Changmin said, turning into the parking lot of Uncut Diamond. The building was black, glassy, like volcanic rock. The name was in white crystal that glowed a light blue at night. Changmin was stopped at a gate and a security guard approached the car.
“We’re here with Angel,” Changmin told him, and then showed ID when asked. Yoochun and Junsu pulled out their IDs as well.
“Welcome to Uncut Diamond, gentlemen,” he said. “Angel says that you’re to park in his spot. It’s the empty one right up against the building.”
“Thank you.”
Changmin pulled the car into the spot. Another security guard bowed at them and then opened a door.
“Follow me, gentlemen,” he said and he led them down a hall, through a doorway, down another hall and then opened a door. “Your room. There is a buzzer on the table should you need anything. Just press it when you’re ready to order drinks or entertainment. Angel said he would be in after his performance.”
Junsu squeaked, “Entertainment? Holy-”
Changmin elbowed him. “Thank you.”
The man bowed again and left.
The room was divine. There were blue four couches. Two sat facing the window looking over the club. There were small tables at the ends of each. There were two others in the back of the room with a coffee table in between. Along the two side walls were bars and stools, all made of dark brown wood.
Yoochun went to the window and sat on a couch. The room was a bit higher than the stage. And then beyond it were tables and chairs full of well dressed business men. Soft lights lit up the area. Moving through tables were gorgeous men wearing nothing more than tight, short, shorts. Red, green, white, blue. Different colored asses perking out from incredibly well built bodies.
“This is fucking better than I ever thought it would be,” Junsu said, sitting next to him. “I’m already hard.”
“What do you boys want to drink?” Changmin asked.
When Junsu opened his mouth, Yoochun said, “No, you’ll be the designated driver. He cannot handle his alcohol.”
“Really? With the way he acts, I’d think he was always drunk.”
Changmin’s voice was missing its usual bite and Yoochun looked over at him, and then at Junsu. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” Changmin said before Junsu could even open his mouth.
“Minnie,” Junsu whined and Changmin glared at him.
“No.”
“But, trust me, I know-”
“No, Junsu.”
“You two suck,” Yoochun said. He stared hard at Junsu. Junsu grimaced and then shook his head with a smile.
Yoochun knew that Junsu was trying to send him silent clues, but so far, he was lost. He and Changmin ordered drinks.
Junsu reluctantly order a soda and then smiled at Changmin. “I guess I’ll just stick to swallowing tonight.”
A smile tugged at Changmin’s mouth.
“Gentlemen,” a sultry male voice said over the speakers, “please welcome, for your foreplay enjoyment, our little minx, Dragon.”
The men in the club applauded and there were some wolf whistles. The lights around the club turned green. A steady beat echoed around the room.
Changmin finally sat down, settling behind Junsu and curling an arm around his waist.
A spotlight hit a green clad figure on stage. His back was to the crowd and almost immediately his arms flung out, head back and he started dancing.
“Holy shit, he’s naked,” Junsu said, leaning forward.
Yoochun looked again, and yes, the guy onstage was naked, skin painted green. Light caught the design, sparkles giving off an indication of scales. Even his cock and balls glistened. His hair was dyed a combination of yellow, red and orange and when he whipped his head around, it almost looked like flames. He danced to the music, his movements growing more obscene.
And then, with his back to the crowd, he bent over and picked something off the stage. There was a spark and then fire blazed at the ends of a long stick. The crowd cheered. Dragon tossed the fiery stick around, twirling it over his head and body never pausing as the music and the beat sped up. With a loud snap, the dancer hit the stage with one end of the stick, brought it quickly over his body to hit the stage on his other side, and then it went between his legs and he fell to his knees, head back, chest heaving as the fire burned behind and in front of him. The men in the audience were on their feet clapping.
“Oh my god, that was awesome,” Junsu said.
“Talk about a burning need,” Changmin said.
Junsu laughed and snuggled into him. “No kidding.”
“Gentleman, thank you for your support for Dragon. His charming skills are unmatched. Please relax, recharge and prepare for tonight’s main event. Angel will be performing in fifteen minutes.”
There was silence for a moment and it appeared to Yoochun that the men in the club had no idea Jae was performing. And then they started shouting and clapping and cheering.
Junsu turned around in Changmin’s lap. With a devious grin, he said, “Fifteen minutes.” He slinked down Changmin’s body and kneeled between his legs. His fingers tugged on his pants. Changmin met Yoochun’s eyes and swallowed deeply. Yoochun smiled. He wasn’t about to pass up a chance to see Junsu at work.
Junsu never pulled his eyes from Changmin. After five more seconds, Junsu started undoing Changmin’s pants.
Yoochun held back his surprise that Changmin wasn’t protesting and leaned back with a smirk to watch the show. Changmin looked away, tangling a hand in Junsu’s hair. Yoochun’s breath caught when Junsu pulled Changmin’s cock from his pants. Yoochun had his fair share of sex with the boss masturbating moments, but holy fuck, nothing like this.
Junsu touched this tip of his tongue to Changmin’s slit, licking up the growing dollop of clear fluid. Changmin’s moan was soft, like he had tried to hold it back, but couldn’t. Junsu smiled and then licked the crown of Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s head fell back to the couch and his hips jerked up.
“No time for teasing, Su,” Changmin said and then moaned when Junsu took his entire length down his throat. He pulled back a bit and then back down, slickening Changmin’s cock. Two thrusts later, his lips were nestled against Changmin’s body. Changmin cupped his face and lifted his head up and down.
“Dear fucking god,” Yoochun muttered. He was hard. He pressed a hand to the front of his jeans.
Junsu chuckled around the cock in his mouth, and then took over the movements, forcing Changmin into his throat with every swallow. Changmin cried out, body sliding down and legs spreading to give Junsu better access.
Yoochun was suddenly aware of Junsu looking at him. He winked and then looked up at Changmin. Yoochun followed his gaze and met Changmin’s eyes. Changmin wasn’t just looking at him. He was staring at him. Staring at his lips.
Yoochun licked his lips. Changmin shuddered.
Maybe it was time for Yoochun to stop watching. He leaned toward the couple, arm lying on the back of the couch. His feathered his fingers through Changmin’s hair and over his ear. His eyes shut with a sigh.
“I’m not sure if you know this, Changmin,” Yoochun whispered, leaning closer, “but Junsu is an exhibitionist.”
Changmin snorted and then moaned when Junsu giggled around his cock again.
“He loves it when people watch him, he loves being the center of attention, and he loves sharing. Before yesterday, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do this, but since you’re not complaining and Junsu so obviously wants it-”
Yoochun broke off and turned Changmin’s head to his. The kiss was soft, and Changmin whimpered through the delicate move of lips. Yoochun slipped a hand into Changmin’s suit jacket. Fingertips found hardened nipples through the shirt. Changmin moaned again. Yoochun kept the kiss chaste, with only a hint of tongue.
Changmin shuddered and whimpered and quite suddenly broke away from Yoochun with a cry. His head thrown back again, his body convulsed, breathy moans echoing around the room. With a final bob of his head, Junsu pulled away. He climbed up on Changmin’s lap, straddling him. With a wink at Yoochun, Junsu let the come in his mouth drip down to Changmin’s. Changmin jerked in minor surprise and then yanked Junsu to him, kissing him full and deep. A drop of come leaked from the corner of Changmin’s mouth. Yoochun leaned forward and licked it off. Before he could retreat, Changmin’s arm tightened around him and he was forced into their kiss.
Their tongues danced, played. Yoochun concentrating on Changmin’s. Junsu’s he knew, but Changmin’s was still forbidden. His kiss was firm, confident.
Junsu was the first to break away. “I told you so, Minnie,” he said and continued to watch Yoochun and Changmin kiss.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“That you wouldn’t mind.”
“Ah, so that’s what all this was about.”
Changmin broke away from him and looked away from them both. “Fuck, Yoochun, you’re hot.”
“So are you.”
Junsu snorted. “But then he started spouting crap about being our boss and I pretty much told him that he was more our friend than boss and we obeyed him because we liked him not because we had to.”
“Ooh,” Yoochun said, “that must have hurt.”
“No,” Changmin said, holding both of them close. “It was nice to hear, because, honestly, you two are the closest things to friends I have.”
“Gentlemen,” the announcer said. And the lights went out. “Welcome to your own personal Heaven.”
The three of them shifted and snuggled down together, Changmin’s arms around the others, as the patrons cheered in delight.
A single light shined on stage. Small sparkles drizzled from the ceiling.
The whole club rested on a tense moment of anticipation.
And then a white clad leg stepped into the stoplight, and the men cheered.
Both Junsu and Yoochun jerked up right and said, “Holy fuck,” at the same time.
Jae was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Tight white pants wrapped around his body, showing off his obvious erection. A white coat flowed down his back, the hem at his knees. A fur stole draped over one shoulder. He was shirtless. His sculpted abs glistened under the light. He was wearing fingerless gloves. A thick silver chain dangled over his chest. Piercings reflected in his belly button and nipples.
He had piercings? And then Yoochun remembered that he hadn’t really had a chance to explore Jaejoong’s body. Fuck, he wanted to.
His blond hair was styled straight. And even from up here, Yoochun could see the bright blue of his colored contacts.
“Hello,” Jae said into a microphone and the crowd cheered again. Jae flashed them his perfect smile. “You guys all picked the perfect night to come, didn’t you? How many of you have colleagues that are working late tonight?”
The men laughed.
“Well, tonight’s show is a bit different. No, no, don’t be upset. I’m sure you’ll like it.” Jae cupped his erection. “I’m pretty excited about it.”
They laughed again, some shouting obscene things at him.
Jae walked off the stage. The light followed him. “I’m going to dance,” he said, trailing fingers over men’s shoulders as he passed. “I’m going to take this jacket off and depending on how good you are,” he whispered that in one man’s ear, and the man shuddered, “you’ll get to see if I’m naked under these pants.” Jae headed back to stage.
“Oh my god,” Changmin said. “Look at all that money.”
Sure enough. Bills were sticking out of the waistband of Jae’s pants. Jae disappeared from the light for a moment and when he came back the bills were gone.
“The difference,” Jae said, once he was up on stage, “is that I’m going to sing.”
More than one man in the crowd gasped.
A soft, melody filled the room. Jae opened his mouth, and the most beautiful note ever sung came out of his mouth. Yoochun’s head went light. The words to the song barely registered, something about hearts breaking and lives changing, but Jae’s sincerity registers. He belted out the song, emotion carrying his voice into notes and languid melodies. He held the last note, voice never wavering until the music faded.
Everything was quiet and then the applause started. In their private room, Junsu and Changmin were kissing and Yoochun stared in amazement.
Over the applause, a beat started. Jae’s emotional face was replaced by a smirk. His hips jerked in time to beat. Just his hips. The cheering soon drowned into cat calls and obscene offers. The song started, a pop song about giving into temptation and living a life of sin. But again, Yoochun couldn’t concentrate on the words.
The first thing that Jaejoong dropped was the stole. He pulled it above his head and then let it cascade down his body. He rolled his hips. The jacket fell from his shoulders, and then he pinched and played and tugged on the piercings until his nipples were red, head back, body still moving to the beat. He slid his hands down his body, turning around, bending over, hands tracing his ass and down the back of his thighs until he gripped his ankles. He spread his legs, slowly until he was almost doing splits.
“Oh my god,” Junsu said next to him, and then repeated it.
Changmin smiled. “He is pretty fucking sexy.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Touch me, Min, please,” Junsu begged, writhing his body against Changmin’s.
“Touch you where?” Changmin said, even as his hands unbuttoned Junsu’s pants.
Yoochun spared them a glance when Junsu moaned. Changmin’s hand moved steadily up and down Junsu’s cock.
Still in the splits, Jae reached for his own cloth covered cock and rubbed in time with the music. His head flew back and his mouth opened. He sinfully licked his lips and then brought his legs together. He pushed himself up and then continued his dance. He slid the jacket off his shoulders and again ran hands over his body.
And then the dancing changed. The song played on, but Jae’s lithe body undulated in waves and hip hop steps. His face morphed into a sexy grin, echoed by the shine in his eyes.
Yoochun smiled. Jae really loved doing this.
Jae moved his dance through the crowd again. He was singing the obscene lyrics to the song, touching men’s shoulder and ruffling their hair. Hands grabbed him and tugged on him, but never long enough to keep him in one place. More money was shoved into his pants. At a table in the middle of the room, Jae stopped and put both hands on the edge, leaning towards the occupants. He jumped on it, laid flat on his back with his knees bent and ran hands up and down his legs and thighs, fingers lingering on his erection.
Both men at the table reached to touch him and Jae allowed the caresses on his thighs. As soon as they reached for more, Jae sat up and moved away from the table, headed back to stage. He didn’t disappear to take out the money this time, but stood perfectly still in the middle of the stage as a new dance song started playing. Finally, his hands slid up his hips, fingers walking across the top of his pants. He dipped his fingers below the waistband.
The men were going crazy.
Junsu was cursing and squirming as Changmin continued to pump his cock.
As Jae unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on the pants, Yoochun realized he was holding his breath.
Jae’s cock peeked from the white cloth. And Jae reached down to stroke it. And then he danced again, slow sensual movements a stark contrast to the music, but still right on beat. The pants slowly fell, money floating around him, as every inch of Jaejoong’s pale skin was revealed. He continued to stroke his cock. The music stopped, and the men did, too. That quiet anticipation hanging in the air again.
Jae’s gasps and moans filled the club.
And then as soon as his pants were down, he fell to his knees, jerking harder, faster, moans increasing.
“Holy shit,” Junsu said. “Holy mother of … fuck, oh, god, fuck … “ Yoochun didn’t want to pull his eyes from Jae, but they moved to Junsu anyway. Junsu cried out a final time and covered Changmin’s hand and his green shirt in come. He gasped only once and then pulled Changmin’s hand up to his mouth to lick clean.
A particularly loud moan from Jae had Yoochun’s head snapping back to the stage. He had one hand on the stage now, the other still moving over his cock. But he was on his knees, mouth open, panting. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on two fingers.
And then he turned, put his ass to the crowd and Yoochun’s mouth went dry. A pale hand inched around his hip. Light reflected off the wet fingers. Jae touched his hole, slow, deliberate, swirling the wet fingers round. His moans and cries grew louder, and then he pushed a finger in, past the first knuckle, once, twice, his moans growing louder. A second finger pushed in. He screamed and then everything went dark.
Jae’s moans continued for a moment, and then a whispered, “Oh, fuck me,” was followed by the unmistakable shuddering gasps of an orgasm.
Yoochun had trouble breathing. His cock ached in the confines of his pants. The sounds of the cheering crowd were muffled and he belatedly realized that someone was tugging on his arm.
“Did you fucking-” Junsu said, “Oh my god, that was amazing. That was … shit, that was, Yoochun say something. Fuck.”
“Hot,” Yoochun managed through his dry mouth. He licked his lips.
“Fuckin’ hell yeah it was. I’m going to have jerk off material for the next three years.”
“It was insanely deviant,” Changmin said.
“Fuck you, Min, don’t use big words like that. Just say you fucking liked it.”
Changmin grinned and pulled Junsu into a kiss. “I was busy concentrating on my own little deviant.”
“So you missed the whole thing.”
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Su,” Yoochun said, “he’s trying to be sweet and you’re ruining it.”
Junsu scoffed. “Sweet, you want to be sweet after a show like that? Fuck sweet.”
Changmin laughed, whipped them around and pinned Junsu below him. “How about when we get back to your place that I show you how sweet fucking can be?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Junsu said, eyes rolling back, “but if I call you Angel, you can’t get mad.”
Changmin grinned. “Why delegate me to Angel when you've been calling me God all day?”
Yoochun laughed. “Knock it off, you guys.”
He turned back to the room. The lights were back on, the men talking and laughing about the show.
“Are you jealous?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun thought about it. “No. These men can have Angel. I get Jaejoong.”
The door burst open. Jae in nothing but pair of sweat pants strode across the room, cock hard. He straddled Yoochun’s lap, pushed his pants down enough to free his cock and then grabbed Yoochun’s face. Jae’s head flung back and he moaned as Yoochun gagged on the first unsuspecting thrust. He immediately settled into a rhythm, hands going to Jae’s hips.
“Fuck, YooYum, I just … thinking about you and that show and how bruised and aching your ass is. I almost came on stage, Chun. I never ever come on stage, but fuck the thought of you and-” He broke off with a cry, grabbing Yoochun’s hair in his fists and fucked Yoochun’s mouth harder. Yoochun evened his breathing and relaxed his throat. His cock throbbed, but when he reached for it, Jae pulled on his hair. “Don’t you dare.”
Yoochun whimpered and then lifted his eyes. Jae was staring down at him. And when their eyes met, Jae’s glare softened, but then he smirked and thrust harder, eyes falling shut. The first splash of come, Yoochun swallowed easily, but then Jae held his head, dick down his throat and moaned out his release, and Yoochun gagged just once.
Jae pulled away, unable to hold himself up and collapsed to the side of the couch.
A trail of come dribbled down Yoochun’s chin, but as he went to lick it, Changmin said, “Wait.”
He leaned over, tongue darting out and licked it up, tongue dipping into Yoochun’s mouth for a moment.
Jae sat up, eyes wide. “What the fuck have you three been doing while I was on stage?”
Junsu giggled. “Getting a bit closer.”
ANGEL (except blond)
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC.