At Your Service 1/3?
Title: At Your Service 1/3?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 1:
“What’s the first rule?”
“He’s a servant, not a friend.”
“What’s the second rule?”
“Treat him like a friend, not a servant.” Changmin mentally rolled his eyes. How in the King’s name was he supposed to do both of those at once?
“I don’t like it. He’s not ready.”
Changmin flashed angry eyes at his mother. “Which he?”
His father laughed.
“I meant Yoochun, dear,” his mother continued. “He’s not trained enough yet. The boy is only fifteen.”
“And I’m only nineteen,” Changmin said back. “I’m not trained enough to be a general yet. It’s easier--”
“-if you learn together,” his mother finished with a sigh. “That doesn’t mean that I want my only child to be seen to by an inexperienced, uneducated-”
“Now, Soonli,” his father interjected. “Yoochun has been educated in what he needs to know. They’ll both be fine.”
Changmin glanced over at the still form by the door. Yoochun was on his knees, sitting back on his feet. His head was bowed, black hair hiding his face. He’d be like that until Changmin said otherwise. Complete control over everything the boy said and did.
His friends were jealous. They weren’t high enough in the social elite to obtain such a personal servant. Changmin still had his doubts.
“Look, Soonli,” his father said again. “I was given Woohyuk when we were both younger than these two. We learned together. If we were to keep them apart any longer it’d be like coddling them. Changmin is a man now. He should have had his servant two summers ago.”
His mother pursed her lips. Changmin fought to hold still as her penetrating brown eyes looked him up and down. It was a long standing tradition. Changmin’s father was a general; he would be a general. Yoochun’s father was a general’s servant; he would be a general’s servant.
“That’s it,” his father said. “You’re dismissed.”
“But Kangta-”
Changmin turned sharply on his father’s order and left them to argue. He passed the kneeling Yoochun and said, “Come.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin led the way through their home and up the many flights of stairs to his current bedroom. He was sure that he’d be in a different one when he got back. Yoochun sidled unobtrusively in front of him to open the door. Changmin bit back a reprimand-he could open his own doors!-reminding himself that Yoochun was doing as he was trained.
“Sir, would you like-”
“Not now,” Changmin snapped. He crossed the room and flopped on his bed with a sigh. He had one week to get used to this boy following him around. One week! His father was right; he should have had a servant two years ago. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Yoochun, standing quietly by the door. Changmin sat up with a growl and, averting his eyes from the boy, started unlacing his boots.
“I can do that, sir,” Yoochun said very, very quietly.
“I’m perfectly capable of taking off my own boots,” Changmin said, again more harshly than he probably should have.
“Yes, sir.” That was barely a whisper.
“Sorry, Yoochun,” Changmin said, taking his aggression out on the laces. “This is frustrating.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?”
“I’m supposed to make your life easier.”
Changmin sighed. “Would you prefer to be taking my boots off?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fine.” Changmin flung himself back to the bed with an aggravated sigh. Steady fingers unthreaded the laces and pulled his boots off. Changmin’s next sigh was much different. Who knew that it would be so relaxing to have someone else take your boots off?
“Is there anything else I can do for you now, sir?” Yoochun asked quietly.
“No, I just want to lay here and curse my mother for a bit.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin peeked through an eyelid and watched as Yoochun went and kneeled by the door, again sitting on his feet. Constant presence. Changmin wasn’t sure he was going to get used to it.
It’d been his mother’s fault that he hadn’t been given a servant until so late. His mother did not want him to grow up. He understood. His older brother had died in infancy, and his mother had a lot of problems getting pregnant again. A daughter was not wanted, and Changmin’s older sister was shuffled off to a monastery as soon as they were able to secure a place for her.
And then he was born.
A gift from the gods.
“Sir?” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin snorted to show he was listening.
“Your dinner is here.”
“You eat it.”
Yoochun said nothing, but Changmin could feel the disapproval wafting through the air. With a sigh, he sat up and said, “I am not hungry, and I don’t wish to be bothered, so you eat it.”
Yoochun swallowed, trying to meet his gaze and then looked down. He turned around and said something to the servant on the other side of the door. The door shut and Yoochun dropped back to his knees.
Changmin stared at him again. In one week, he was supposed to go on his first excursion with the troops. He would be gone for almost three weeks. This boy … this … frail boy was supposed to go with him. Changmin wasn’t sure how Yoochun would survive. His pale skin looked soft and pampered. His wavy hair was silky. He did not have the muscles of a warrior or a page, or even the muscles that would be necessary to travel all day long.
Yoochun was going to end up being a liability, not a help.
Changmin put his face in his hands for a moment, and then stood up. He unlaced his tunic and pulled it over his head. Uncaring, he dropped it on the floor.
“I’m going to take a bath.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin pulled his undershirt over his head, and his eyes went to the door, but Yoochun wasn’t there anymore, and Changmin looked for him before hearing water splashing in the metal tub in his bathing room.
Wow. The kid was quick and quiet at least.
Changmin finished stripping and headed into the bathing room. Yoochun already had the tub half full and was bringing over another hot bucket when Changmin entered. He looked up, swallowed, eyes wide and looked down, almost stumbling with the heated water.
Changmin thought of helping him, and then decided not to. He climbed into the tub, hissing at the sting of water on his legs and then settled down. More water poured in at his feet. He relaxed, knees bent because he was too tall for this tub, and rested his head on the metal ledge.
Yoochun continued to add water.
Changmin hadn’t ever filled his own tub. Usually the nurses did before he was ready to get in. He knew it took a lot of work, but not this much. He watched Yoochun work with the five buckets. He filled one from the natural hot spring that flowed through the corner of the room, took it to the fire and settled it in the coals to heat it up. And then he grabbed one from the fire, using a towel to keep from burning his hand. He dumped it in the tub, went back to the spring and started all over again. By the time he went through the five buckets, the first one was hot enough to add to the bath.
Yoochun’s sinewy muscles worked hard, and he barely showed how much effort was needed to heft the buckets over the edge of the tub. A combination of the fire and the water heated the room, and Yoochun’s thin white shirt stuck to his body. When the tub was finally full, Yoochun hung the towel up, and then came to the edge of the tub, nervously chewing on his plump lower lip.
Changmin smiled, eyes half open, muscles refusing to move. “Thank you, Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun smiled and nodded his head. With another swallow, he said, “Would you like me to wash your hair, sir?”
Changmin tilted his head and asked, “Is that part of your duties?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Then okay. Father says I have to let you do whatever is part of your duties to get used to this.”
Yoochun moved to a shelf and grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth. He laid the wash cloth on the edge of the tub and dipped the soap in, lathering his hands.
Changmin ducked under the water to get his hair wet, and then had to sit up a little and he didn’t want to, but he did and leaned his head forward. Yoochun’s small hands touched his head, fingers carefully running through his hair. Changmin inhaled evenly, enjoying the touch. It felt amazing, and as Yoochun grew bolder, his fingers pressed harder, and it was like a mini massage. Changmin moaned, sinking into the tub, trying to keep his head up.
Yoochun scratched, instead of washed, nails covering what felt like every inch of Changmin’s scalp, and then he used his knuckles to knead his head, and slipped his hands down to Changmin’s neck.
“Wow,” Changmin murmured, head lolling forward. Soap dripped around him. Yoochun pushed his shoulders and Changmin leaned forward, arms on the edge of the tub. The firm press of fingers and hands traveled down his shoulders and to his back. They disappeared for only a moment and then came back with the wash cloth, and Yoochun washed/massaged his back, all the way to his tailbone before going back up. He pressed his knuckles into the muscles along Changmin’s spine, sliding up and down, until Changmin felt like he was going to pass out.
“Changmin-shi?”
“Hm?”
“If you’ll lean back, I’ll wash the rest of you now.”
Changmin opened his eyes and looked at Yoochun. How comfortable was he having his boy touch him?
The answer was not at all, but he had to be, right?
Changmin sighed and leaned back. Arms on the edge of the tub. He watched Yoochun lather up the washcloth again, and held his breath at the first shaking touch on his chest. He forced his eyes shut, because watching Yoochun made them both uncomfortable. Slick fingers slipped over his nipples and down to the sensitive skin of his sides. Changmin inhaled sharply, and felt his cock twitch. He’d been half hard and hadn’t even noticed.
Yoochun kept washing, lower and lower, and Changmin had only a passing thought that the boy was all wet, and then his hands touched Changmin’s hips, and Changmin gasped, cheeks warming, and Yoochun faltered, and Changmin bit his lip to keep from saying anything.
The wash cloth twisted up and around his dick, making it completely hard, and Changmin couldn’t stop his moan. He felt more than heard Yoochun’s shaking breath, and then he moved on, lower, cupping Changmin’s balls for only a moment and then down a leg.
Yoochun stopped to get more soap on the wash cloth, but Changmin figured it was to calm himself down too. He sneaked a peak and was glad he wasn’t the only one hard, although he was the only one naked.
Changmin lifted a leg out of the tub for Yoochun to wash, and Yoochun moved to the end of the tub to do so. He kept his eyes down, chewing on that lower lip, and then he put the washcloth down. Changmin was about to lower his leg and lift the other one, but Yoochun touched his ankle and said, “Wait.”
Changmin stopped and their eyes met and then Yoochun’s chest rose and fell and he grabbed Changmin’s foot, fingers kneading into the pads under his toes.
“Oh god,” Changmin moaned and slipped lower in the tub.
“Is the temperature okay?” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin hadn’t even noticed that the water had cooled, it was so hot and steamy in the room that had nothing to do with the water.
Changmin tried to reply, but Yoochun dipped his hand in the water and then said, “Let me get another bucket.”
Changmin nodded, kept his leg out of the water and watched through hooded eyes as Yoochun went back to the fires to grab a hot bucket of water. He was completely wet, shirt and breeches clinging to his small frame. Changmin wondered what he’d look like with soap sliding down his pale skin. He shut his eyes on the image, moaning and ducking lower.
Hot water poured into the tub, and Changmin relaxed.
After a moment, Yoochun’s fingers rubbed his foot again, over and around, up his ankle and to his calf, and then he did the other leg. By the time Yoochun finished washing him, he was hard as a rock, but more relaxed than he’d ever been.
“Are you content, Changmin-shi?”
“Mostly,” Changmin said with a grin. His dick pulsed under the water.
“I will go get your robe.”
Changmin quickly grabbed Yoochun’s arm, and sat up, pulling the boy against the tub. “It is customary for you to bathe after me, right? In this water?”
Yoochun nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir.”
“Then you won’t mind if I’m still in the tub while you bathe, right?”
“Changmin-shi?”
Changmin smiled at his confusion. “You’re practically soaked anyway.” He pulled Yoochun’s shirt off and it landed with a wet splat on the floor.
Yoochun was frozen as Changmin unlaced his pants. They fell easily off his slim hips and then Changmin pulled his arm again.
Shaking, Yoochun climbed into the tub, supported by Changmin. His extra body made the tub flow over a little.
Before Yoochun could protest, Changmin turned Yoochun around, sat him in the space between his spread legs and then pushed him under to wet his hair. He broke the water spluttering, and Changmin chuckled as he lathered up his hands.
He worked the soap into Yoochun’s long hair and tried to do his best to return the favor of a glorious massage, but he was not trained in such things. Yoochun didn’t seem to mind, head tipping back, teeth tight around his lower lip. His hands gripped the edge of the tub.
Changmin wondered if he was supposed to do this for Yoochun. He doubted it, but he wanted to anyway. It’d been a while since he’d had something so pretty to play with. He slipped his hands to Yoochun’s neck and used the washcloth to wash his chest.
“Changmin-shi, please … I … I can do it,” Yoochun stammered as Changmin washed lower on his stomach.
“But I want to,” Changmin replied. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun’s chest, holding him against his body and dropped his other hand to Yoochun’s hips and then his erection. He didn’t bother to use the wash cloth, just stroked Yoochun a few times before cupping his balls.
Yoochun whimpered, back pressing more firmly against Changmin as his hips rose into the touch.
Changmin froze and Yoochun stammered an apology, breaking off with another whimper as Changmin grabbed his erection again.
He was pretty sure that this was not allowed.
Pulling Yoochun into his lap, Changmin positioned his erection to slide up and down the cleft of Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun cried out, clenched his lower body and thrust back and down, body slick from the soapy water.
Changmin shut his eyes, hand moving swiftly up and down Yoochun’s erection. The boy arched away from him suddenly, feet on the floor of the tub. He reached back, hooking an arm around Changmin’s neck and froze, eyes shut, mouth open. His erection pulsed and then he shivered, quaking through his release, suspended and then falling, boneless back against Changmin’s body.
Changmin stroked him through his orgasm, lips whisper light on his cheek and neck.
Yoochun’s chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Changmin gripped his slim hips and moved him, pulling their bodies tighter and sliding the boy up and down his erection.
“Is this allowed?” Changmin suddenly asked.
Yoochun nodded. “O-one of … of my … services.”
Changmin stopped. “What?”
Yoochun blushed, turning his head.
Changmin spun him around, splashing more water on the floor. He grabbed Yoochun’s cheeks and said. “Explain that, please.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and then shut his eyes. “It’s what a servant does for his master, if the master wants it.”
And here Changmin thought he was being rebellious.
“And you’ve been trained for this?”
Yoochun shook his head frantically. “No. We are only told what may be expected of us, but only our master … only you are allowed to touch me.”
Part of Changmin was glad that no one had touched his beautiful boy, but that also made him feel a little guilty.
“Go get my robe,” Changmin whispered, pushing hair from Yoochun’s face.
“But … you … your … I …”
Changmin laughed. “It will keep, now go.”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. He stood up and Changmin stared at his cock, still half hard and red. He licked his lips and reached for it automatically, but Yoochun moved and climbed out of the tub. Changmin sighed. He released the plug on the tub and the water was sucked through a pipe where it would empty out of doors.
Yoochun brought over one more pan of water, warm not hot, for Changmin to use to rinse off. He took it and dumped it over his body.
Yoochun was there a moment later with his robe, though the boy was still naked.
Changmin pondered him for a moment as he stepped out of the tub. He took the robe and then before Yoochun could think, swooped him up into his arms.
“S-sir!” Yoochun said, blushing.
Changmin grinned and carried the boy through his rooms and to his bedchamber. “Now what do you do?”
He turned and sat on the bed.
Yoochun squirmed in his arms and said, “L-lotions if you want and then … then … clean up, and … and …”
Changmin hummed and nodded, and then said, “What if I want this?”
He ducked his head, lips pressing against Yoochun’s. Yoochun meeped, hands going to Changmin’s chest, but not pushing, clenching. The boy had definitely never kissed anyone.
Changmin pulled away and said, “That’s enough for now. Go do your duties like a good servant.”
Yoochun swallowed and then said, “Changmin-shi?” very quietly.
Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s cheek and his finger over Yoochun’s pouty bottom lip. “What?”
“Do you want this because it’s me you’re kissing or because it’s expected of me?”
Changmin smiled and tugged on that lower lip. “I’m not sure yet. You’re so beautiful.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he kissed Changmin’s fingers.
With one more kiss, Changmin sent Yoochun back the way he came. He sighed, sagged on his bed and then moaned. His dick was still aching. He wondered how long it would take Yoochun to clean up, and then decided he didn’t care. He opened the robe and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking firmly. He imagined Yoochun doing it, his smaller hand trying to curl around him. Remembering the feel of Yoochun’s hands on his body made coming quick and easy. Changmin bit his lip against a cry as his cock pulsed and his balls tightened. He arched his neck, eyes shut tight, and emptied his release onto his stomach, collapsing from the pleasure with heavy breaths.
He definitely should have come in the tub.
Part 2: Closely Connected
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 1:
“What’s the first rule?”
“He’s a servant, not a friend.”
“What’s the second rule?”
“Treat him like a friend, not a servant.” Changmin mentally rolled his eyes. How in the King’s name was he supposed to do both of those at once?
“I don’t like it. He’s not ready.”
Changmin flashed angry eyes at his mother. “Which he?”
His father laughed.
“I meant Yoochun, dear,” his mother continued. “He’s not trained enough yet. The boy is only fifteen.”
“And I’m only nineteen,” Changmin said back. “I’m not trained enough to be a general yet. It’s easier--”
“-if you learn together,” his mother finished with a sigh. “That doesn’t mean that I want my only child to be seen to by an inexperienced, uneducated-”
“Now, Soonli,” his father interjected. “Yoochun has been educated in what he needs to know. They’ll both be fine.”
Changmin glanced over at the still form by the door. Yoochun was on his knees, sitting back on his feet. His head was bowed, black hair hiding his face. He’d be like that until Changmin said otherwise. Complete control over everything the boy said and did.
His friends were jealous. They weren’t high enough in the social elite to obtain such a personal servant. Changmin still had his doubts.
“Look, Soonli,” his father said again. “I was given Woohyuk when we were both younger than these two. We learned together. If we were to keep them apart any longer it’d be like coddling them. Changmin is a man now. He should have had his servant two summers ago.”
His mother pursed her lips. Changmin fought to hold still as her penetrating brown eyes looked him up and down. It was a long standing tradition. Changmin’s father was a general; he would be a general. Yoochun’s father was a general’s servant; he would be a general’s servant.
“That’s it,” his father said. “You’re dismissed.”
“But Kangta-”
Changmin turned sharply on his father’s order and left them to argue. He passed the kneeling Yoochun and said, “Come.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin led the way through their home and up the many flights of stairs to his current bedroom. He was sure that he’d be in a different one when he got back. Yoochun sidled unobtrusively in front of him to open the door. Changmin bit back a reprimand-he could open his own doors!-reminding himself that Yoochun was doing as he was trained.
“Sir, would you like-”
“Not now,” Changmin snapped. He crossed the room and flopped on his bed with a sigh. He had one week to get used to this boy following him around. One week! His father was right; he should have had a servant two years ago. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Yoochun, standing quietly by the door. Changmin sat up with a growl and, averting his eyes from the boy, started unlacing his boots.
“I can do that, sir,” Yoochun said very, very quietly.
“I’m perfectly capable of taking off my own boots,” Changmin said, again more harshly than he probably should have.
“Yes, sir.” That was barely a whisper.
“Sorry, Yoochun,” Changmin said, taking his aggression out on the laces. “This is frustrating.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?”
“I’m supposed to make your life easier.”
Changmin sighed. “Would you prefer to be taking my boots off?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fine.” Changmin flung himself back to the bed with an aggravated sigh. Steady fingers unthreaded the laces and pulled his boots off. Changmin’s next sigh was much different. Who knew that it would be so relaxing to have someone else take your boots off?
“Is there anything else I can do for you now, sir?” Yoochun asked quietly.
“No, I just want to lay here and curse my mother for a bit.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin peeked through an eyelid and watched as Yoochun went and kneeled by the door, again sitting on his feet. Constant presence. Changmin wasn’t sure he was going to get used to it.
It’d been his mother’s fault that he hadn’t been given a servant until so late. His mother did not want him to grow up. He understood. His older brother had died in infancy, and his mother had a lot of problems getting pregnant again. A daughter was not wanted, and Changmin’s older sister was shuffled off to a monastery as soon as they were able to secure a place for her.
And then he was born.
A gift from the gods.
“Sir?” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin snorted to show he was listening.
“Your dinner is here.”
“You eat it.”
Yoochun said nothing, but Changmin could feel the disapproval wafting through the air. With a sigh, he sat up and said, “I am not hungry, and I don’t wish to be bothered, so you eat it.”
Yoochun swallowed, trying to meet his gaze and then looked down. He turned around and said something to the servant on the other side of the door. The door shut and Yoochun dropped back to his knees.
Changmin stared at him again. In one week, he was supposed to go on his first excursion with the troops. He would be gone for almost three weeks. This boy … this … frail boy was supposed to go with him. Changmin wasn’t sure how Yoochun would survive. His pale skin looked soft and pampered. His wavy hair was silky. He did not have the muscles of a warrior or a page, or even the muscles that would be necessary to travel all day long.
Yoochun was going to end up being a liability, not a help.
Changmin put his face in his hands for a moment, and then stood up. He unlaced his tunic and pulled it over his head. Uncaring, he dropped it on the floor.
“I’m going to take a bath.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin pulled his undershirt over his head, and his eyes went to the door, but Yoochun wasn’t there anymore, and Changmin looked for him before hearing water splashing in the metal tub in his bathing room.
Wow. The kid was quick and quiet at least.
Changmin finished stripping and headed into the bathing room. Yoochun already had the tub half full and was bringing over another hot bucket when Changmin entered. He looked up, swallowed, eyes wide and looked down, almost stumbling with the heated water.
Changmin thought of helping him, and then decided not to. He climbed into the tub, hissing at the sting of water on his legs and then settled down. More water poured in at his feet. He relaxed, knees bent because he was too tall for this tub, and rested his head on the metal ledge.
Yoochun continued to add water.
Changmin hadn’t ever filled his own tub. Usually the nurses did before he was ready to get in. He knew it took a lot of work, but not this much. He watched Yoochun work with the five buckets. He filled one from the natural hot spring that flowed through the corner of the room, took it to the fire and settled it in the coals to heat it up. And then he grabbed one from the fire, using a towel to keep from burning his hand. He dumped it in the tub, went back to the spring and started all over again. By the time he went through the five buckets, the first one was hot enough to add to the bath.
Yoochun’s sinewy muscles worked hard, and he barely showed how much effort was needed to heft the buckets over the edge of the tub. A combination of the fire and the water heated the room, and Yoochun’s thin white shirt stuck to his body. When the tub was finally full, Yoochun hung the towel up, and then came to the edge of the tub, nervously chewing on his plump lower lip.
Changmin smiled, eyes half open, muscles refusing to move. “Thank you, Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun smiled and nodded his head. With another swallow, he said, “Would you like me to wash your hair, sir?”
Changmin tilted his head and asked, “Is that part of your duties?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Then okay. Father says I have to let you do whatever is part of your duties to get used to this.”
Yoochun moved to a shelf and grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth. He laid the wash cloth on the edge of the tub and dipped the soap in, lathering his hands.
Changmin ducked under the water to get his hair wet, and then had to sit up a little and he didn’t want to, but he did and leaned his head forward. Yoochun’s small hands touched his head, fingers carefully running through his hair. Changmin inhaled evenly, enjoying the touch. It felt amazing, and as Yoochun grew bolder, his fingers pressed harder, and it was like a mini massage. Changmin moaned, sinking into the tub, trying to keep his head up.
Yoochun scratched, instead of washed, nails covering what felt like every inch of Changmin’s scalp, and then he used his knuckles to knead his head, and slipped his hands down to Changmin’s neck.
“Wow,” Changmin murmured, head lolling forward. Soap dripped around him. Yoochun pushed his shoulders and Changmin leaned forward, arms on the edge of the tub. The firm press of fingers and hands traveled down his shoulders and to his back. They disappeared for only a moment and then came back with the wash cloth, and Yoochun washed/massaged his back, all the way to his tailbone before going back up. He pressed his knuckles into the muscles along Changmin’s spine, sliding up and down, until Changmin felt like he was going to pass out.
“Changmin-shi?”
“Hm?”
“If you’ll lean back, I’ll wash the rest of you now.”
Changmin opened his eyes and looked at Yoochun. How comfortable was he having his boy touch him?
The answer was not at all, but he had to be, right?
Changmin sighed and leaned back. Arms on the edge of the tub. He watched Yoochun lather up the washcloth again, and held his breath at the first shaking touch on his chest. He forced his eyes shut, because watching Yoochun made them both uncomfortable. Slick fingers slipped over his nipples and down to the sensitive skin of his sides. Changmin inhaled sharply, and felt his cock twitch. He’d been half hard and hadn’t even noticed.
Yoochun kept washing, lower and lower, and Changmin had only a passing thought that the boy was all wet, and then his hands touched Changmin’s hips, and Changmin gasped, cheeks warming, and Yoochun faltered, and Changmin bit his lip to keep from saying anything.
The wash cloth twisted up and around his dick, making it completely hard, and Changmin couldn’t stop his moan. He felt more than heard Yoochun’s shaking breath, and then he moved on, lower, cupping Changmin’s balls for only a moment and then down a leg.
Yoochun stopped to get more soap on the wash cloth, but Changmin figured it was to calm himself down too. He sneaked a peak and was glad he wasn’t the only one hard, although he was the only one naked.
Changmin lifted a leg out of the tub for Yoochun to wash, and Yoochun moved to the end of the tub to do so. He kept his eyes down, chewing on that lower lip, and then he put the washcloth down. Changmin was about to lower his leg and lift the other one, but Yoochun touched his ankle and said, “Wait.”
Changmin stopped and their eyes met and then Yoochun’s chest rose and fell and he grabbed Changmin’s foot, fingers kneading into the pads under his toes.
“Oh god,” Changmin moaned and slipped lower in the tub.
“Is the temperature okay?” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin hadn’t even noticed that the water had cooled, it was so hot and steamy in the room that had nothing to do with the water.
Changmin tried to reply, but Yoochun dipped his hand in the water and then said, “Let me get another bucket.”
Changmin nodded, kept his leg out of the water and watched through hooded eyes as Yoochun went back to the fires to grab a hot bucket of water. He was completely wet, shirt and breeches clinging to his small frame. Changmin wondered what he’d look like with soap sliding down his pale skin. He shut his eyes on the image, moaning and ducking lower.
Hot water poured into the tub, and Changmin relaxed.
After a moment, Yoochun’s fingers rubbed his foot again, over and around, up his ankle and to his calf, and then he did the other leg. By the time Yoochun finished washing him, he was hard as a rock, but more relaxed than he’d ever been.
“Are you content, Changmin-shi?”
“Mostly,” Changmin said with a grin. His dick pulsed under the water.
“I will go get your robe.”
Changmin quickly grabbed Yoochun’s arm, and sat up, pulling the boy against the tub. “It is customary for you to bathe after me, right? In this water?”
Yoochun nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir.”
“Then you won’t mind if I’m still in the tub while you bathe, right?”
“Changmin-shi?”
Changmin smiled at his confusion. “You’re practically soaked anyway.” He pulled Yoochun’s shirt off and it landed with a wet splat on the floor.
Yoochun was frozen as Changmin unlaced his pants. They fell easily off his slim hips and then Changmin pulled his arm again.
Shaking, Yoochun climbed into the tub, supported by Changmin. His extra body made the tub flow over a little.
Before Yoochun could protest, Changmin turned Yoochun around, sat him in the space between his spread legs and then pushed him under to wet his hair. He broke the water spluttering, and Changmin chuckled as he lathered up his hands.
He worked the soap into Yoochun’s long hair and tried to do his best to return the favor of a glorious massage, but he was not trained in such things. Yoochun didn’t seem to mind, head tipping back, teeth tight around his lower lip. His hands gripped the edge of the tub.
Changmin wondered if he was supposed to do this for Yoochun. He doubted it, but he wanted to anyway. It’d been a while since he’d had something so pretty to play with. He slipped his hands to Yoochun’s neck and used the washcloth to wash his chest.
“Changmin-shi, please … I … I can do it,” Yoochun stammered as Changmin washed lower on his stomach.
“But I want to,” Changmin replied. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun’s chest, holding him against his body and dropped his other hand to Yoochun’s hips and then his erection. He didn’t bother to use the wash cloth, just stroked Yoochun a few times before cupping his balls.
Yoochun whimpered, back pressing more firmly against Changmin as his hips rose into the touch.
Changmin froze and Yoochun stammered an apology, breaking off with another whimper as Changmin grabbed his erection again.
He was pretty sure that this was not allowed.
Pulling Yoochun into his lap, Changmin positioned his erection to slide up and down the cleft of Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun cried out, clenched his lower body and thrust back and down, body slick from the soapy water.
Changmin shut his eyes, hand moving swiftly up and down Yoochun’s erection. The boy arched away from him suddenly, feet on the floor of the tub. He reached back, hooking an arm around Changmin’s neck and froze, eyes shut, mouth open. His erection pulsed and then he shivered, quaking through his release, suspended and then falling, boneless back against Changmin’s body.
Changmin stroked him through his orgasm, lips whisper light on his cheek and neck.
Yoochun’s chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Changmin gripped his slim hips and moved him, pulling their bodies tighter and sliding the boy up and down his erection.
“Is this allowed?” Changmin suddenly asked.
Yoochun nodded. “O-one of … of my … services.”
Changmin stopped. “What?”
Yoochun blushed, turning his head.
Changmin spun him around, splashing more water on the floor. He grabbed Yoochun’s cheeks and said. “Explain that, please.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and then shut his eyes. “It’s what a servant does for his master, if the master wants it.”
And here Changmin thought he was being rebellious.
“And you’ve been trained for this?”
Yoochun shook his head frantically. “No. We are only told what may be expected of us, but only our master … only you are allowed to touch me.”
Part of Changmin was glad that no one had touched his beautiful boy, but that also made him feel a little guilty.
“Go get my robe,” Changmin whispered, pushing hair from Yoochun’s face.
“But … you … your … I …”
Changmin laughed. “It will keep, now go.”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. He stood up and Changmin stared at his cock, still half hard and red. He licked his lips and reached for it automatically, but Yoochun moved and climbed out of the tub. Changmin sighed. He released the plug on the tub and the water was sucked through a pipe where it would empty out of doors.
Yoochun brought over one more pan of water, warm not hot, for Changmin to use to rinse off. He took it and dumped it over his body.
Yoochun was there a moment later with his robe, though the boy was still naked.
Changmin pondered him for a moment as he stepped out of the tub. He took the robe and then before Yoochun could think, swooped him up into his arms.
“S-sir!” Yoochun said, blushing.
Changmin grinned and carried the boy through his rooms and to his bedchamber. “Now what do you do?”
He turned and sat on the bed.
Yoochun squirmed in his arms and said, “L-lotions if you want and then … then … clean up, and … and …”
Changmin hummed and nodded, and then said, “What if I want this?”
He ducked his head, lips pressing against Yoochun’s. Yoochun meeped, hands going to Changmin’s chest, but not pushing, clenching. The boy had definitely never kissed anyone.
Changmin pulled away and said, “That’s enough for now. Go do your duties like a good servant.”
Yoochun swallowed and then said, “Changmin-shi?” very quietly.
Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s cheek and his finger over Yoochun’s pouty bottom lip. “What?”
“Do you want this because it’s me you’re kissing or because it’s expected of me?”
Changmin smiled and tugged on that lower lip. “I’m not sure yet. You’re so beautiful.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he kissed Changmin’s fingers.
With one more kiss, Changmin sent Yoochun back the way he came. He sighed, sagged on his bed and then moaned. His dick was still aching. He wondered how long it would take Yoochun to clean up, and then decided he didn’t care. He opened the robe and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking firmly. He imagined Yoochun doing it, his smaller hand trying to curl around him. Remembering the feel of Yoochun’s hands on his body made coming quick and easy. Changmin bit his lip against a cry as his cock pulsed and his balls tightened. He arched his neck, eyes shut tight, and emptied his release onto his stomach, collapsing from the pleasure with heavy breaths.
He definitely should have come in the tub.
Part 2: Closely Connected
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