No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 20/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 20/?
Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Part 20: Networking
“Interesting young man,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong smiled as they watched Changmin walk out of the ballroom.
“Yes, he is,” Lee Sooman said.
“It’s a shame he has that for a father,” Jaejoong said.
Sooman chuckled. “Yes, but Dongsik-shi is a very good businessman. Changmin will learn well under him. He has learned well.”
Another man came up to Jaejoong to congratulate him, and Jaejoong turned to him with smiles and pretty words. Yoochun stayed near Lee Sooman, aware of the man’s eagerness for the rest of the night’s performance. But they would have to wait.
After an hour, Yoochun told their escorts to go on home, that he and Jaejoong had to keep networking. There were indeed many a important businessman in Lee Sooman’s circle. Some of them hadn’t seen a show before, and Jaejoong was passing out business cards like they were money.
Well, they were money. Or they’d earn them a lot of money, and without the massive deposit every month from Siwon, they were going to need to do a few extra shows.
Yoochun slipped behind a pillar to text Junho and make sure Shige was still okay. Call him overprotective, but there was no way none of them were going alone on a job ever again. Junho texted back and said everything was fine, and Yoochun took a deep breath. One of these days, he and Jaejoong would learn how to be a couple without fucking over everyone around them. He called Kouyou too, just to make sure that Changmin was okay.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong called.
Yoochun looked up and swallowed. Jaejoong was standing with Lee Sooman. And his father.
Fuck.
He took a deep breath that both men noticed and walked over to them like he was wearing concrete shoes.
Yoochun bowed ninety degrees and greeted his father. It wasn’t often that they saw each other outside of his father’s office.
“Good evening, son,” his father said. “That was quite an interesting show. Very apt, considering the host.”
Yoochun smiled, still bowing, and schooled his features before standing upright. Lee Sooman scowled at his father. “Thank you, Father. Our boys work hard to entertain their audience, no matter what their preference.”
“So you admit that some in your audience may not like your shows?”
“Of course, that’s why it’s more of a theatrical play than a strip show.”
His father pondered him for a moment, and then said, “I offered Lee Sooman a night at our club, but he says that he has more to business with you and your partner this evening. Business that I might be interested in.”
Yoochun barely concealed his shock, and then met Jaejoong’s carefully blank eyes. A smile twitched at his lips and threatened to break through the cold mask. There was no way Yoochun was going to be able to perform in front of his father.
“Lee Sooman-shi,” Jaejoong said in admonishment, and Yoochun mentally thanked him for saving him. He put his hand through Lee Sooman’s and gripped his upper arm. “I never knew you were that much of a pervert.”
Lee Sooman laughed and patted Jaejoong’s hand. “Worth a shot, isn’t it? I think it’d be fun.”
“Dare I ask?” Yoochun’s father said.
“Better left unsaid,” Yoochun replied.
“Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong said and leaned toward him. Yoochun noted the way he pressed his entire body against Lee Sooman’s. “Don’t be so bashful.” He turned to Yoochun’s father. “Sooman is probably just seeing what your reaction would be to the private performance that he always pays for when we do shows here.”
Yoochun’s father was quiet and then his eyebrow rose. “You really are a pervert.”
“Says a man who hasn’t seen a private party.”
“I think I’ll pass on this one considering that Yoochun is my son.”
“Your loss.”
Yoochun’s father smiled and said to Yoochun, “You are aware of my distaste in your chosen field of work.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. That said. You are a great businessman, and I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughing.
“Just as I said. There are worse, illegal ways for you to make money in your profession, and you don’t do that. Everything is legit, and while I may not agree with it, I cannot ignore the amount of money you earn or the way people clamor for your business. You have set a lofty goal for any of your competitors, and they will always come up lacking. You are very successful and I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun had no idea how to respond to that. Last time he had talked to his father about his business, they had shouted at each other and hadn’t talked for months. He bowed, ninety degrees again and muttered that he would work harder.
Yoochun’s father smiled and said, “Now. I’m going to go home and appreciate what is mine to be with.” He said his goodbyes and bowed.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Jaejoong said, “He’s going to go fuck your mother into their mattress.”
“Oh god, shut up,” Yoochun said, and Lee Sooman laughed.
“Have we spent enough time talking to people?” Jaejoong asked. He slipped off Sooman’s arm and moved over to Yoochun. The front of their bodies touched and Jaejoong played with the tie at Yoochun’s neck. “Can we go to a room now? I have a sudden urge to get on my knees for you.”
Yoochun swallowed, body heating immediately from the words and proximity of his lover. Their lips were so close, just a little more and they’d brush. But they had a strict “no kissing” rule between them when they were at parties. No point in giving the partiers something they would be more than willing to pay for.
Yoochun turned his head, so his lips grazed Jaejoong’s ear and he whispered, “I have a sudden need to see you on your knees,” but definitely loud enough for their host to hear. Yoochun turned to Lee Sooman. “Would you be insulted if we went somewhere else for a little while?”
Lee Sooman smiled at them and nodded. “Go on. You know what room to use.”
Jaejoong smiled, and Yoochun felt his insides melt. “Please, Chunnie-ah. I need you.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how much of the begging was for their host and how much was for him, but he didn’t care much either. He still got hard and whimper-y when Jaejoong talked like that.
“Okay,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong’s smile widened. He took Yoochun’s hand and sent a smirk over his shoulder at Lee Sooman. Yoochun was shaking, and he didn’t know why. Part of him didn’t like the extra show that he and Jaejoong put on for Lee Sooman. Part of him loved the show, loved that someone else could see how completely Jaejoong belonged to him. How much they loved each other.
He followed Jaejoong’s lead up three flights of stairs, to an upper guest room decorated in soft browns and muted greens. He went straight to the bed and fell on his back, arms and legs spread.
“God, can you imagine doing this for your father?”
“No, and shut up, and don’t talk about that because really, I like my erection, and I know you do, too.”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “I like it better inside me.”
“How are we doing this tonight?”
“Well, Sooman more or less told us to get started. I know you won’t mind kissing me for a long time.”
Yoochun smiled softly and nodded. “If I was only allowed to do one thing for the rest of our lives it would be to kiss you.”
Jaejoong lowered his lashes, darkened his gaze and whispered, “Then come and kiss me.”
Yoochun walked over to the bed, and Jaejoong sat up. Their tongues met first, breath heavy against the others’ lips. And then their mouths closed with a wet smack, opening again for a sudden deep breath. Jaejoong moaned. Both of them reached for bowties and buttons, uncaring of the expensive suits. Yoochun slipped out of his jacket and pushed Jaejoong’s off his shoulders.
Jaejoong shuffled back on the bed, and Yoochun, unwilling to let go of the kiss, followed him, crawling after him. He rested his hand on Jaejoong’s side and slipped it behind his back, supporting him as he lowered him to the bed. Jaejoong lifted his hips and brushed their bodies together.
Need pulsated through him. Control kept him from pressing the beauty to the bed and rutting frantically against him until they both came in their pants.
Jaejoong whimpered eagerly, trying again for that teasing pleasure, and Yoochun moved his body away with a warning growl and Jaejoong gave in to his dominance. His hands wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and tugged lightly on the shirt until his fingers burned against Yoochun’s skin.
“You’re so addicting, love, so so … I never want to have anyone else like I have you.”
Jaejoong smiled into the next kiss. “Soul mates for-”
“Forever,” Yoochun said quickly, “not just a night.”
“Forever,” Jaejoong repeated. He hooked his arms around Yoochun’s neck and yanked him down for another deep kiss. This time, Yoochun let his hips fall too, pressing Jaejoong into the firm mattress beneath him. Jaejoong bent his knee, inviting him closer, and Yoochun grunted, thrusting against his body. He forgot why he couldn’t come yet and rutted his hips, their breaths matching, lips brushing.
The quiet click of the door threw Yoochun back to the present, and he stiffened for a moment, but luckily for him, he had the best business partner in the world and Jaejoong chose that moment to cup his ass, arch his back off the bed and moan, and Yoochun was able to cover the slip in a violent shiver.
A show that isn’t a show, he reminded himself. He pulled away and smiled down at his lover. He pushed hair off Jaejoong’s forehead, pressed a kiss to his skin and then went back to his lips for a long lingering kiss. Their bodies kept moving, but no longer frantically. Their lips wove through their love, their eyes locked and they smiled at each other and then kissed again, again and again.
“Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong whimpered, head tilted back.
Yoochun moved his kisses down Jaejoong’s neck. “Yes, my love?”
“Touch me, please.”
“Anything you want.”
Jaejoong propped up on his elbows, twisting until his shirt fell off his shoulders. Yoochun hummed in appreciation and moved his mouth to the newly bared skin. Jaejoong’s head fell back and he moaned, mouth open, eyes shut as Yoochun devoured his skin. He held himself up with one hand and brought the other up Jaejoong’s side in a sensual caress of fingertips that ended at his nipple, twisting and rubbing until it was hardened and red.
Jaejoong whimpered his name again and Yoochun dragged his tongue down to his other nipple. He licked lightly, and Jaejoong let out a breathy moan.
With an aggravated growl, Jaejoong tightened his hold on Yoochun’s body and pushed him over.
Yoochun laughed as he fell to his back. He caught sight of their audience in the corner of his eye but did not look away from Jaejoong. “What?”
“You’re going too slow,” Jaejoong said and unbuttoned his pants and then Yoochun’s.
Yoochun grabbed his wrists and pulled them up to his mouth. He kissed Jaejoong’s palms. “Maybe, but I want to worship you.”
“You can worship me later.”
“You always tell me that, and then you always speed things up,” Yoochun said with a pout.
Jaejoong smirked and crawled over Yoochun’s body, knees at his hips. “Then you should learn to not even try.”
“I will always try to show you how much I love you.”
Jaejoong’s smile blossomed and he laughed in delight and covered his mouth. “You’re so corny,” he said and slapped Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I speak the truth, love,” Yoochun whispered, eyes soft and caring. He reached up and cupped Jaejoong’s cheek. Jaejoong gripped his wrist and sighed, head turning to press a kiss to his palm.
Yoochun lifted his hand and ran it over and over Jaejoong’s skin. Jaejoong eventually let his other hand go, and Yoochun used both of them to finish removing Jaejoong’s shirt.
Jaejoong grunted and grabbed Yoochun’s shirt, yanking up. “Take it off. Take it off right now.”
Yoochun laughed. “Fine, fine. We’ll do it your way.” He sat up and took his shirt off. Jaejoong whimpered eagerly and yanked at his pants too. Yoochun finished unbuttoning them, and Jaejoong pulled them down, baring his legs and body to whoever was watching them.
Yoochun shut his eyes, shaking slightly. Sometimes it was hard to forget they were alone. He heard more clothes rustle and then lips pressed against his, naked skin against naked skin.
“Baby?” Jaejoong whispered, and he knew that there was no way it was only for his ears.
“I love you so much,” Yoochun gasped, not having to fake the emotion behind that. He opened his eyes and let Jaejoong see just how much he loved him.
Jaejoong smiled at him and their lips met in another soft kiss that quickly turned demanding and frantic. Yoochun rolled them over again, so they were on their side and Jaejoong flung a leg over Yoochun’s body. His fingers curled around Yoochun’s erection and stroked him slowly. Whimpering, Yoochun let his hand run down and cup Jaejoong’s ass, fingers questing for heat.
“Fuck, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smiled. “Too much teasing.”
“Always. If you’re not fucking my ass, it’s teasing and you’re always teasing me.”
“Maybe,” Yoochun said and finished rolling them over so Jaejoong was on his back. Again he caught sight of their audience in the corner of his eye. He trailed his fingers on Jaejoong’s lips. “Don’t you want me to suck on your cock, darling?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I’m going to come just from you talking about it.” He opened his mouth and snagged Yoochun’s fingers with his tongue and lips.
Yoochun pushed them into his mouth. “Just from me talking about my lips against the head, about how slick and hot it would be, about my fingers squeezing your balls.”
“Chunnie!” Jaejoong shouted, body jerking. “Stop.”
Yoochun chuckled and took his wet fingers down Jaejoong’s body. His lover lifted his legs and grabbed behind his knees. “And how do you know this isn’t going to make me come?” Yoochun muttered and pressed his fingers against Jaejoong’s puckered entrance.
“Then do as I say and hurry up.”
With another chuckle, Yoochun pressed a finger into him deeply.
Jaejoong winced, face scrunched.
“Hurt?”
“A l-litt-little. Stings.”
“Hm, then I better get it wetter.” Yoochun scooted back, legs hanging off the bed and dropped a kiss to Jaejoong’s inner thigh. His lover’s cock was tempting, laying red and throbbing on his stomach. Yoochun licked up the length once, just to hear Jaejoong cry out his name again, and he wasn’t disappointed. And he didn’t linger, going back down his cock to his balls. Again, he only played a little bit and moved lower.
“Please, please, lick me, please.”
“I will, baby. God, you’re impatient.”
“Only when I want you,” Jaejoong said and Yoochun looked up his body and their eyes met. His back was to their audience, but there was no way Jaejoong hadn’t seen them, and as the silence stretched between him, so did his smirk. Yoochun wondered just who was watching them together. “Hurry up,” Jaejoong said and used his knee to shove Yoochun.
Yoochun bit his thigh in retaliation, and then soothed it with his tongue and lips.
After a few more moments of teasing, he kissed down the inner curves of Jaejoong’s ass. He twisted his finger and used his other hand to spread Jaejoong open enough to get his tongue into play.
Jaejoong moaned, body shaking immediately. “I love it when you do that.”
Yoochun smiled and pressed harder with his tongue, flicking the puckered ridge.
“Fuck, fuck, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and licked harder, faster, pumped his finger in and out of his lover. They didn’t have lube, they didn’t have a condom, but it was just the two of them. There wasn’t really a need for either.
Just the two of them. That was the show. Just them, in love and eager and needy. It wasn’t difficult at all to give Lee Sooman what he paid for.
Yoochun added a second finger, and Jaejoong keened.
“Please, please, I … I want to come with you inside me.”
Yoochun shivered, but kept fingerfucking him. He was so tight and clenching around his fingers. Yoochun couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled his fingers away, and Jaejoong whimpered. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body, mouth open, eyes only on his lover. Jaejoong’s legs wrapped around him, his erection slid down his balls.
Jaejoong gasped. “Oh god, please.”
Yoochun nodded. “O-okay. Just …” Jaejoong grabbed his wrist and licked his palm, their eyes locked.
Yoochun shut his eyes for a moment, remembering the first time they had fucked without a condom, without anything but Jaejoong’s spit. They had been in a park. And it was so cold and neither of them noticed anything but each other.
Yoochun reached between them and used his slick hand to stroke his erection. He moaned, shivering as pleasure curled around him. He held himself steady against Jaejoong’s entrance, and lightly pressed. They both moaned, and then Jaejoong’s body gave and sucked him in and Yoochun threw his head back with a cry and jerked forward. Buried deep, all at once. Stilling. They paused, breaths echoing in the room.
“Fuck, Chunnie-ah. Fuck, me, fuck me, please.” Jaejoong writhed underneath him, body clenching and so tight.
“So tight,” Yoochun said, head lowering. Their lips met and his hips moved and he thrust into his lover, gripping the underside of his thigh for leverage. Nothing soft or worshipful about it. Hard and quick, throwing them both toward an orgasm.
Their eyes locked, their gazes burned and Yoochun shuddered.
Jaejoong’s nails scraped down his back, harder and firmer with each thrust. He muttered please and god and Chunnie-love in a delectable litany of whimpers.
Yoochun finally shut his eyes and his hand found Jaejoong’s erection and he pumped him, three times and then his lover came, high-pitched keen filling the room, spiraling and dripping down Yoochun’s back, through his blood and into his dick. He thrust harder into the pulsating channel, grunting out his release in steady pulses.
Jaejoong went boneless beneath him, lips curled in a smile.
Yoochun held himself up with a hand by Jaejoong’s head. His hips kept moving, he couldn’t help it. He never wanted to be out of his lover. Come dripped out of Jaejoong as he squelched in and out of his lover’s stretched body.
“Fuck, I love you,” Jaejoong said and lifted his head for a kiss.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
They finally stilled, the energy falling in the room. They were both sweaty and covered in come.
And alone.
Yoochun lifted his head and looked around the room.
Jaejoong laughed. “Don’t ask me when they left, I have no idea.”
“Wow.” Yoochun turned back to the beauty below him for another kiss. “I love you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I love you, too, baby.”
They lay together and joined for only a few minutes longer and then reluctantly climbed out of the soft bed. There was an en-suite bathroom and they made use of the shower. Within a half hour, they were dressed and only looked a little worse for wear. The people at the party would only think what had really happened, that they slipped away for a bit of alone time. Only a few would know that Lee Sooman and a couple others had watched them.
In the hallway, Jaejoong pushed Yoochun to the wall and pinned him with his lips more than his hips. His hands slipped into Jaejoong’s suit jacket and around his trim waist.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered. “I can’t ever say it enough.”
“I love you, too.”
Jaejoong rested their foreheads together. “Let’s get out of here and go to your house and soak in your tub for a few hours.”
Yoochun shivered. “You think you can last a few hours without going for the waterproof lube?”
“Definitely not,” he replied with a smile and kissed Yoochun’s lips over and over.
Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Part 20: Networking
“Interesting young man,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong smiled as they watched Changmin walk out of the ballroom.
“Yes, he is,” Lee Sooman said.
“It’s a shame he has that for a father,” Jaejoong said.
Sooman chuckled. “Yes, but Dongsik-shi is a very good businessman. Changmin will learn well under him. He has learned well.”
Another man came up to Jaejoong to congratulate him, and Jaejoong turned to him with smiles and pretty words. Yoochun stayed near Lee Sooman, aware of the man’s eagerness for the rest of the night’s performance. But they would have to wait.
After an hour, Yoochun told their escorts to go on home, that he and Jaejoong had to keep networking. There were indeed many a important businessman in Lee Sooman’s circle. Some of them hadn’t seen a show before, and Jaejoong was passing out business cards like they were money.
Well, they were money. Or they’d earn them a lot of money, and without the massive deposit every month from Siwon, they were going to need to do a few extra shows.
Yoochun slipped behind a pillar to text Junho and make sure Shige was still okay. Call him overprotective, but there was no way none of them were going alone on a job ever again. Junho texted back and said everything was fine, and Yoochun took a deep breath. One of these days, he and Jaejoong would learn how to be a couple without fucking over everyone around them. He called Kouyou too, just to make sure that Changmin was okay.
“Yoochun-ah,” Jaejoong called.
Yoochun looked up and swallowed. Jaejoong was standing with Lee Sooman. And his father.
Fuck.
He took a deep breath that both men noticed and walked over to them like he was wearing concrete shoes.
Yoochun bowed ninety degrees and greeted his father. It wasn’t often that they saw each other outside of his father’s office.
“Good evening, son,” his father said. “That was quite an interesting show. Very apt, considering the host.”
Yoochun smiled, still bowing, and schooled his features before standing upright. Lee Sooman scowled at his father. “Thank you, Father. Our boys work hard to entertain their audience, no matter what their preference.”
“So you admit that some in your audience may not like your shows?”
“Of course, that’s why it’s more of a theatrical play than a strip show.”
His father pondered him for a moment, and then said, “I offered Lee Sooman a night at our club, but he says that he has more to business with you and your partner this evening. Business that I might be interested in.”
Yoochun barely concealed his shock, and then met Jaejoong’s carefully blank eyes. A smile twitched at his lips and threatened to break through the cold mask. There was no way Yoochun was going to be able to perform in front of his father.
“Lee Sooman-shi,” Jaejoong said in admonishment, and Yoochun mentally thanked him for saving him. He put his hand through Lee Sooman’s and gripped his upper arm. “I never knew you were that much of a pervert.”
Lee Sooman laughed and patted Jaejoong’s hand. “Worth a shot, isn’t it? I think it’d be fun.”
“Dare I ask?” Yoochun’s father said.
“Better left unsaid,” Yoochun replied.
“Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong said and leaned toward him. Yoochun noted the way he pressed his entire body against Lee Sooman’s. “Don’t be so bashful.” He turned to Yoochun’s father. “Sooman is probably just seeing what your reaction would be to the private performance that he always pays for when we do shows here.”
Yoochun’s father was quiet and then his eyebrow rose. “You really are a pervert.”
“Says a man who hasn’t seen a private party.”
“I think I’ll pass on this one considering that Yoochun is my son.”
“Your loss.”
Yoochun’s father smiled and said to Yoochun, “You are aware of my distaste in your chosen field of work.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. That said. You are a great businessman, and I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughing.
“Just as I said. There are worse, illegal ways for you to make money in your profession, and you don’t do that. Everything is legit, and while I may not agree with it, I cannot ignore the amount of money you earn or the way people clamor for your business. You have set a lofty goal for any of your competitors, and they will always come up lacking. You are very successful and I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun had no idea how to respond to that. Last time he had talked to his father about his business, they had shouted at each other and hadn’t talked for months. He bowed, ninety degrees again and muttered that he would work harder.
Yoochun’s father smiled and said, “Now. I’m going to go home and appreciate what is mine to be with.” He said his goodbyes and bowed.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Jaejoong said, “He’s going to go fuck your mother into their mattress.”
“Oh god, shut up,” Yoochun said, and Lee Sooman laughed.
“Have we spent enough time talking to people?” Jaejoong asked. He slipped off Sooman’s arm and moved over to Yoochun. The front of their bodies touched and Jaejoong played with the tie at Yoochun’s neck. “Can we go to a room now? I have a sudden urge to get on my knees for you.”
Yoochun swallowed, body heating immediately from the words and proximity of his lover. Their lips were so close, just a little more and they’d brush. But they had a strict “no kissing” rule between them when they were at parties. No point in giving the partiers something they would be more than willing to pay for.
Yoochun turned his head, so his lips grazed Jaejoong’s ear and he whispered, “I have a sudden need to see you on your knees,” but definitely loud enough for their host to hear. Yoochun turned to Lee Sooman. “Would you be insulted if we went somewhere else for a little while?”
Lee Sooman smiled at them and nodded. “Go on. You know what room to use.”
Jaejoong smiled, and Yoochun felt his insides melt. “Please, Chunnie-ah. I need you.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure how much of the begging was for their host and how much was for him, but he didn’t care much either. He still got hard and whimper-y when Jaejoong talked like that.
“Okay,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong’s smile widened. He took Yoochun’s hand and sent a smirk over his shoulder at Lee Sooman. Yoochun was shaking, and he didn’t know why. Part of him didn’t like the extra show that he and Jaejoong put on for Lee Sooman. Part of him loved the show, loved that someone else could see how completely Jaejoong belonged to him. How much they loved each other.
He followed Jaejoong’s lead up three flights of stairs, to an upper guest room decorated in soft browns and muted greens. He went straight to the bed and fell on his back, arms and legs spread.
“God, can you imagine doing this for your father?”
“No, and shut up, and don’t talk about that because really, I like my erection, and I know you do, too.”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “I like it better inside me.”
“How are we doing this tonight?”
“Well, Sooman more or less told us to get started. I know you won’t mind kissing me for a long time.”
Yoochun smiled softly and nodded. “If I was only allowed to do one thing for the rest of our lives it would be to kiss you.”
Jaejoong lowered his lashes, darkened his gaze and whispered, “Then come and kiss me.”
Yoochun walked over to the bed, and Jaejoong sat up. Their tongues met first, breath heavy against the others’ lips. And then their mouths closed with a wet smack, opening again for a sudden deep breath. Jaejoong moaned. Both of them reached for bowties and buttons, uncaring of the expensive suits. Yoochun slipped out of his jacket and pushed Jaejoong’s off his shoulders.
Jaejoong shuffled back on the bed, and Yoochun, unwilling to let go of the kiss, followed him, crawling after him. He rested his hand on Jaejoong’s side and slipped it behind his back, supporting him as he lowered him to the bed. Jaejoong lifted his hips and brushed their bodies together.
Need pulsated through him. Control kept him from pressing the beauty to the bed and rutting frantically against him until they both came in their pants.
Jaejoong whimpered eagerly, trying again for that teasing pleasure, and Yoochun moved his body away with a warning growl and Jaejoong gave in to his dominance. His hands wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and tugged lightly on the shirt until his fingers burned against Yoochun’s skin.
“You’re so addicting, love, so so … I never want to have anyone else like I have you.”
Jaejoong smiled into the next kiss. “Soul mates for-”
“Forever,” Yoochun said quickly, “not just a night.”
“Forever,” Jaejoong repeated. He hooked his arms around Yoochun’s neck and yanked him down for another deep kiss. This time, Yoochun let his hips fall too, pressing Jaejoong into the firm mattress beneath him. Jaejoong bent his knee, inviting him closer, and Yoochun grunted, thrusting against his body. He forgot why he couldn’t come yet and rutted his hips, their breaths matching, lips brushing.
The quiet click of the door threw Yoochun back to the present, and he stiffened for a moment, but luckily for him, he had the best business partner in the world and Jaejoong chose that moment to cup his ass, arch his back off the bed and moan, and Yoochun was able to cover the slip in a violent shiver.
A show that isn’t a show, he reminded himself. He pulled away and smiled down at his lover. He pushed hair off Jaejoong’s forehead, pressed a kiss to his skin and then went back to his lips for a long lingering kiss. Their bodies kept moving, but no longer frantically. Their lips wove through their love, their eyes locked and they smiled at each other and then kissed again, again and again.
“Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong whimpered, head tilted back.
Yoochun moved his kisses down Jaejoong’s neck. “Yes, my love?”
“Touch me, please.”
“Anything you want.”
Jaejoong propped up on his elbows, twisting until his shirt fell off his shoulders. Yoochun hummed in appreciation and moved his mouth to the newly bared skin. Jaejoong’s head fell back and he moaned, mouth open, eyes shut as Yoochun devoured his skin. He held himself up with one hand and brought the other up Jaejoong’s side in a sensual caress of fingertips that ended at his nipple, twisting and rubbing until it was hardened and red.
Jaejoong whimpered his name again and Yoochun dragged his tongue down to his other nipple. He licked lightly, and Jaejoong let out a breathy moan.
With an aggravated growl, Jaejoong tightened his hold on Yoochun’s body and pushed him over.
Yoochun laughed as he fell to his back. He caught sight of their audience in the corner of his eye but did not look away from Jaejoong. “What?”
“You’re going too slow,” Jaejoong said and unbuttoned his pants and then Yoochun’s.
Yoochun grabbed his wrists and pulled them up to his mouth. He kissed Jaejoong’s palms. “Maybe, but I want to worship you.”
“You can worship me later.”
“You always tell me that, and then you always speed things up,” Yoochun said with a pout.
Jaejoong smirked and crawled over Yoochun’s body, knees at his hips. “Then you should learn to not even try.”
“I will always try to show you how much I love you.”
Jaejoong’s smile blossomed and he laughed in delight and covered his mouth. “You’re so corny,” he said and slapped Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I speak the truth, love,” Yoochun whispered, eyes soft and caring. He reached up and cupped Jaejoong’s cheek. Jaejoong gripped his wrist and sighed, head turning to press a kiss to his palm.
Yoochun lifted his hand and ran it over and over Jaejoong’s skin. Jaejoong eventually let his other hand go, and Yoochun used both of them to finish removing Jaejoong’s shirt.
Jaejoong grunted and grabbed Yoochun’s shirt, yanking up. “Take it off. Take it off right now.”
Yoochun laughed. “Fine, fine. We’ll do it your way.” He sat up and took his shirt off. Jaejoong whimpered eagerly and yanked at his pants too. Yoochun finished unbuttoning them, and Jaejoong pulled them down, baring his legs and body to whoever was watching them.
Yoochun shut his eyes, shaking slightly. Sometimes it was hard to forget they were alone. He heard more clothes rustle and then lips pressed against his, naked skin against naked skin.
“Baby?” Jaejoong whispered, and he knew that there was no way it was only for his ears.
“I love you so much,” Yoochun gasped, not having to fake the emotion behind that. He opened his eyes and let Jaejoong see just how much he loved him.
Jaejoong smiled at him and their lips met in another soft kiss that quickly turned demanding and frantic. Yoochun rolled them over again, so they were on their side and Jaejoong flung a leg over Yoochun’s body. His fingers curled around Yoochun’s erection and stroked him slowly. Whimpering, Yoochun let his hand run down and cup Jaejoong’s ass, fingers questing for heat.
“Fuck, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smiled. “Too much teasing.”
“Always. If you’re not fucking my ass, it’s teasing and you’re always teasing me.”
“Maybe,” Yoochun said and finished rolling them over so Jaejoong was on his back. Again he caught sight of their audience in the corner of his eye. He trailed his fingers on Jaejoong’s lips. “Don’t you want me to suck on your cock, darling?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I’m going to come just from you talking about it.” He opened his mouth and snagged Yoochun’s fingers with his tongue and lips.
Yoochun pushed them into his mouth. “Just from me talking about my lips against the head, about how slick and hot it would be, about my fingers squeezing your balls.”
“Chunnie!” Jaejoong shouted, body jerking. “Stop.”
Yoochun chuckled and took his wet fingers down Jaejoong’s body. His lover lifted his legs and grabbed behind his knees. “And how do you know this isn’t going to make me come?” Yoochun muttered and pressed his fingers against Jaejoong’s puckered entrance.
“Then do as I say and hurry up.”
With another chuckle, Yoochun pressed a finger into him deeply.
Jaejoong winced, face scrunched.
“Hurt?”
“A l-litt-little. Stings.”
“Hm, then I better get it wetter.” Yoochun scooted back, legs hanging off the bed and dropped a kiss to Jaejoong’s inner thigh. His lover’s cock was tempting, laying red and throbbing on his stomach. Yoochun licked up the length once, just to hear Jaejoong cry out his name again, and he wasn’t disappointed. And he didn’t linger, going back down his cock to his balls. Again, he only played a little bit and moved lower.
“Please, please, lick me, please.”
“I will, baby. God, you’re impatient.”
“Only when I want you,” Jaejoong said and Yoochun looked up his body and their eyes met. His back was to their audience, but there was no way Jaejoong hadn’t seen them, and as the silence stretched between him, so did his smirk. Yoochun wondered just who was watching them together. “Hurry up,” Jaejoong said and used his knee to shove Yoochun.
Yoochun bit his thigh in retaliation, and then soothed it with his tongue and lips.
After a few more moments of teasing, he kissed down the inner curves of Jaejoong’s ass. He twisted his finger and used his other hand to spread Jaejoong open enough to get his tongue into play.
Jaejoong moaned, body shaking immediately. “I love it when you do that.”
Yoochun smiled and pressed harder with his tongue, flicking the puckered ridge.
“Fuck, fuck, Chunnie, please.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and licked harder, faster, pumped his finger in and out of his lover. They didn’t have lube, they didn’t have a condom, but it was just the two of them. There wasn’t really a need for either.
Just the two of them. That was the show. Just them, in love and eager and needy. It wasn’t difficult at all to give Lee Sooman what he paid for.
Yoochun added a second finger, and Jaejoong keened.
“Please, please, I … I want to come with you inside me.”
Yoochun shivered, but kept fingerfucking him. He was so tight and clenching around his fingers. Yoochun couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled his fingers away, and Jaejoong whimpered. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body, mouth open, eyes only on his lover. Jaejoong’s legs wrapped around him, his erection slid down his balls.
Jaejoong gasped. “Oh god, please.”
Yoochun nodded. “O-okay. Just …” Jaejoong grabbed his wrist and licked his palm, their eyes locked.
Yoochun shut his eyes for a moment, remembering the first time they had fucked without a condom, without anything but Jaejoong’s spit. They had been in a park. And it was so cold and neither of them noticed anything but each other.
Yoochun reached between them and used his slick hand to stroke his erection. He moaned, shivering as pleasure curled around him. He held himself steady against Jaejoong’s entrance, and lightly pressed. They both moaned, and then Jaejoong’s body gave and sucked him in and Yoochun threw his head back with a cry and jerked forward. Buried deep, all at once. Stilling. They paused, breaths echoing in the room.
“Fuck, Chunnie-ah. Fuck, me, fuck me, please.” Jaejoong writhed underneath him, body clenching and so tight.
“So tight,” Yoochun said, head lowering. Their lips met and his hips moved and he thrust into his lover, gripping the underside of his thigh for leverage. Nothing soft or worshipful about it. Hard and quick, throwing them both toward an orgasm.
Their eyes locked, their gazes burned and Yoochun shuddered.
Jaejoong’s nails scraped down his back, harder and firmer with each thrust. He muttered please and god and Chunnie-love in a delectable litany of whimpers.
Yoochun finally shut his eyes and his hand found Jaejoong’s erection and he pumped him, three times and then his lover came, high-pitched keen filling the room, spiraling and dripping down Yoochun’s back, through his blood and into his dick. He thrust harder into the pulsating channel, grunting out his release in steady pulses.
Jaejoong went boneless beneath him, lips curled in a smile.
Yoochun held himself up with a hand by Jaejoong’s head. His hips kept moving, he couldn’t help it. He never wanted to be out of his lover. Come dripped out of Jaejoong as he squelched in and out of his lover’s stretched body.
“Fuck, I love you,” Jaejoong said and lifted his head for a kiss.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
They finally stilled, the energy falling in the room. They were both sweaty and covered in come.
And alone.
Yoochun lifted his head and looked around the room.
Jaejoong laughed. “Don’t ask me when they left, I have no idea.”
“Wow.” Yoochun turned back to the beauty below him for another kiss. “I love you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I love you, too, baby.”
They lay together and joined for only a few minutes longer and then reluctantly climbed out of the soft bed. There was an en-suite bathroom and they made use of the shower. Within a half hour, they were dressed and only looked a little worse for wear. The people at the party would only think what had really happened, that they slipped away for a bit of alone time. Only a few would know that Lee Sooman and a couple others had watched them.
In the hallway, Jaejoong pushed Yoochun to the wall and pinned him with his lips more than his hips. His hands slipped into Jaejoong’s suit jacket and around his trim waist.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered. “I can’t ever say it enough.”
“I love you, too.”
Jaejoong rested their foreheads together. “Let’s get out of here and go to your house and soak in your tub for a few hours.”
Yoochun shivered. “You think you can last a few hours without going for the waterproof lube?”
“Definitely not,” he replied with a smile and kissed Yoochun’s lips over and over.
Part 21: The Secret to Liking your Co-worker
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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