The List 7/7
Title: The List 7/7 This chapter contains rope play, bondage and minor!voyeurism
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 7:
Yes this fic is done. Thank you for being patient with me. I should have finished it a long time ago. Anyway. This is the final part and this part is inspired by this picture
Actually. The entire fic is based off this picture. I saw it and the whole list thing and YunJae popped into my head ... so long ago. Anyway. Enjoy!!!
Jaejoong smiles as his mind wanders away from the economics lecture. It’s easier to think of Yunho than economic theories. Although, when Jaejoong thinks about it, sex with Yunho has a backward economic curve: as the supply increases, so does the demand.
It’s so addicting. He’s spent more nights in the last month in Yunho’s dorm room than his own. Yoochun is constantly complaining that Jaejoong is a stranger now.
Jaejoong shifts in his chair. The plug in his ass touches his prostate for a moment and he hisses quietly.
And more often than not, he has some type of toy on or in his body. The black collar around his neck has become “his thing”, but he’s popular enough that more people are wearing them. Even Yoochun has one that blatantly claims that he’s the property of MinSu.
Jaejoong’s phone vibrates.
Master + Do you trust me, pet? +
Jaejoong shivers. He loves that question.
Pet = of course, master =
Master + come to my dorm room right after your class +
Jaejoong grins and sends back an affirmation. Yunho knows he has biology later in the day, but Yunho must also know that his teacher sent everyone an email that morning cancelling class.
Jaejoong spends the rest of the class and his walk across campus thinking of different scenarios that will meet him when he arrives. Yunho loves surprising him, and Jaejoong is more than willing to put his body through whatever Yunho has planned. Yunho still consults the list they made, just to get ideas, and Jaejoong is confident enough now that he’s sure that he’ll like some of the things he hesitated about before.
Yoochun sends him a message, asking him out for lunch, and Jaejoong declines with an apology. Yoochun sends back a frowning face, and Jaejoong decides that little icon is right. It’s been a long time since he’s hung out with Yoochun. His relationship with Yunho is so new and so perfect that he’s been neglecting his friends.
Jaejoong frowns down at his phone and sends Yoochun a message that they will meet for coffee in the morning, before classes. He slips his phone into his pocket and heads up the stairs to Yunho’s dorm room. With each step, his body clenches around the toy in his body.
Anticipation.
Yunho has made an art out of making Jaejoong anticipate.
When he arrives, Jaejoong falls to his knees and knocks on the door. A few seconds later, it opens, and fingers tangle in his hair.
“Such a good boy. Come on.”
Jaejoong follows the tug and shuffles into the middle of the room on his knees. Yunho removes his backpack and then soft cloth covers Jaejoong’s eyes, stealing his vision. His breathing speeds up, skin pebbling.
“You seem upset, my love,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong takes a deep breath, aware of the underlying disapproval in his master’s voice. “Yoochun says I don’t spend enough time with him anymore.”
Yunho is quiet. “And you agree with him.”
A statement, not a question.
“Well, I guess we have been spending a lot of time together, but Yoochun can’t really blame us. I mean, he’s seen how sexy you are.”
“Not lately.”
“Good. Take off your shirt.”
Jaejoong hooks his hands at the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Something soft drapes over his shoulders and back.
“How’s that plug?”
“Lovely.”
Yunho chuckles. “Do you want to come?”
“No, not yet.”
“Really? Usually you’re begging me to let you come after having a plug in your ass all morning.”
“I have a feeling you have something better planned, so I can wait.”
Yunho laughs again, fingers carding through his hair. “I do. Hurry up and get naked.”
Jaejoong smiles and does as he told, unbuttoning his jeans carefully around his erection. Yunho told him no underwear and the inside of his jeans are wet with precome. He finishes undressing and stays on his hands and knees, waiting for more instructions.
The same soft material trails over his back. Yunho grips the collar and pushes the material underneath it.
“Can I tell you what I have been thinking about since the first time I saw you?”
Jaejoong’s breath catches. The first time Yunho saw him had been a year and a half ago, when they were in the same economics class. He stays quiet and waits, shivering while the cloth continues to caress his back and sides.
“I had this vision of you belonging to me, bound to me. Bound tightly in soft rope, covered with it.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispers, almost quaking under the touch of what he now knows is nylong rope.
“Yeah, just about. I jerked off constantly to that thought. It’s one of my favorite fantasies. You mind if I make it come true?”
Jaejoong shakes his head violently. “Please, please, do. Oh god, please.”
The collar is jerked back, and Jaejoong chokes. He can feel the rope moving, twisting, sweeping over his skin. Piece after piece is laid gently on his skin, pressure in the form of knots along his spine.
“Did you know that the Japanese perfected this art? They learned how to tie a knot and lay it right on a pressure point, on the same points used for acupressure and acupuncture.”
Jaejoong swallows and shakes his head.
“I’m pretty glad they changed it into something more erotic.”
Fingers slide down the cleft of his ass, and Jaejoong moans, fighting the urge to bend his elbows with his ass in the air. Yunho touches the plug lightly, fingers tracing the edge of his stretched entrance. The rope tugs lightly on the collar, in time to Yunho’s playing. He rotates the toy slowly, pulling a low moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
“This is where two ropes meet in a thick knot, pushing right here, keeping you open until I’m ready to use you.”
Jaejoong’s skin flushes and he whimpers again. Yunho pulls the toy free, still twisting it for Jaejoong to feel every inch of it against his body. A few seconds later, something thick and almost-rough settles against his clenching entrance. Yunho pushes the knot until the muscles shiver and stretch around it, cradling the rope securely. Again, Yunho rubs his finger around the stretched skin.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong whispers, cock pulsing.
“Ready to come yet?”
“Maybe.”
Yunho laughs. “Up on your knees, pet.”
Jaejoong pushes up to his knees. His cock sways and jerks up, slapping his taut stomach.
Yunho hums in appreciation and rubs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides. “Your skin is going to look so pretty covered in this rope.”
Jaejoong whimpers in anticipation. “Please, please.”
“Do you think you can hold off on coming for when I’m done tying you up?”
“Probably not.”
“Well, then you’ll just have to try your best, okay, pet?”
“Yes, master.”
The collar is tugged again, more rope caresses down his front, and Jaejoong hisses when it gently rubs against his erection. Fingers caress his face and slip up into his hair. He loses track of Yunho’s hands, of the rope and then his mouth is opened forcefully, by something wooden.
“Before the days of plastic, they used bamboo to gag and stuff their works of art.”
Jaejoong moans around the gag, tonguing the smooth surface. The rope stretches over both cheeks in a V, hooked to the sides of the gag and knotted at the base of his neck. Jaejoong stretches his neck, shuddering at the enclosed feeling around his throat and head.
“Let me know if it’s too much for you,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong inhales deeply. There are times when Yunho has Jaejoong so gagged and restrained that he can’t move or say his safe word. Depending on the situation. With a time like this, if he needs Yunho to stop, he’ll cross his ankles and his wrists, lower his head and yell Yunho’s name (not master) as clearly as he can. He had only done that once previously, when Yunho decided on a studded paddle for spanking. Jaejoong definitely is not up for that again any time soon.
Another rope caresses the front of his body and knot after knot bumps down his breastbone, to his stomach.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Yunho says, crisscrossing ropes over his chest. “I’ll take the blindfold off you when I’m through so you can see how amazing you are.”
Two ropes tighten, and well-places knots rub against his nipples. Jaejoong gasps, twisting his torso to get that feeling again.
Yunho chuckles. “Naughty pet. Hold still.”
Jaejoong tries, and a moment later he is rewarded, once again by wood instead of metal. The clamps tighten around both his nipple and the knot, intensifying the drag.
More knots settle down his sides, ropes tightening and scraping over his skin, crisscrossing his chest and stomach. When two knots bump right at the part where leg meets torso, Jaejoong’s cock pulses, dripping precome to the floor.
Yunho’s laughter trickles over his skin. Lips press against his neck. “I’m going to touch your cock now. Let’s see how much control you’ve learned over the last couple weeks.”
Jaejoong whimpers, inhaling sharply as fingertips trail over his sensitive skin, tracing his hip bones. The anticipation in his body skyrockets, thrumming through him. He’s swaying into Yunho’s touches. Warmth ghosts on each side of his erection and then lower. Heat cups his balls and Jaejoong cries out behind the gag. The rope on his skin is a stark contrast to Yunho’s smoother skin. He tugs on his balls and on his dick and Jaejoong’s head spins, and he’s so close to coming, and then there is pressure on and around his cock and balls and the need increases but there is no release. Roughness twists up his cock and a tiny knot settles perfectly in the slit of his cock.
Yunho presses the rope into the slit and Jaejoong whimpers, trying not to fall into him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Yunho breathes into the skin of his cheek. His warmth is so appealing, and Jaejoong leans against him, just for a moment. The ropes are tight around his body, knots pressing in too many places at once. It’s confining and liberating all at once.
Yunho quickly adds ropes to his arms and ties his wrists. The warmth of his body stays in front of Jaejoong, and he sways into him. Yunho pushes him up with firm hands on his shoulders.
Jaejoong shivers uncontrollably as Yunho’s hands trace every line of rope, pausing to tug on the wooden clamps. Jaejoong rests his head on Yunho’s bare shoulder. Drool drips around the wood in his mouth and down his chin, and probably all over Yunho’s body, but he has no ability to move. Yunho’s hands have rendered him completely useless.
Firm fingers walk up the knots along his back, on his neck and tangle in his hair. A moment later, Jaejoong blinks against sudden light. He blinks again and sees their reflection in Yunho’s floor mirror. They’re both kneeling, naked, turned on. Yunho is sideways showing off how hard his dick is. The ropes covering Jaejoong’s body are orange, forming diamonds up and down his chest. He shifts and feels that they are done the same way on his back. They wrap around his legs and arms. Yunho shuffles behind Jaejoong, letting the heat and hardness slide around his hip.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho whispers and kisses his shoulders and then his neck. His hands run lightly up and down his chest, barely touching so he doesn’t disturb the ropes. One hand presses firmly on his chest; the other pushes the middle of his back.
With a whimper, Jaejoong bends at the waist, resting his weight on his bound hands.
“I’d normally play with you for much longer, but like with most things that concern you, I just can’t wait.”
Jaejoong tries to smile.
Yunho hooks fingers at the rope on his ass and pulls until the knot falls from Jaejoong’s entrance. Cool liquid drips over his ass and Yunho moans, fingers sliding through the lube and right into his body.
Jaejoong cries out around the gag and his elbows bend. He turns his head and his cheek hits the floor and his arms stretch out in front of him, fingers white where they grip the loose ends of the orange rope.
“You’re beautiful, god, so fucking beautiful.”
The wide head of his cock pushes against Jaejoong’s spasming entrance, just for a moment and then presses beyond the muscles. Jaejoong groans, body sucking him in easily. Yunho thrusts in, all the way, bodies pressed together, and then stops, only for a moment. He takes a deep breath, withdraws and then slams back into him. Liquid pulses from Jaejoong’s cock, soaking the rope. His cock is twitching, but barely moving because of the knots.
“Master,” Jaejoong cries over and over, muffled from the gag. His vision blurs, and he watches the foggy image of Yunho through the mirror, hands gripping his hips, thrusting, face blank, firm, controlled. Jaejoong whimpers, because even as he’s falling into an incoherent mess, Yunho is still in utter control of himself. His body shakes and Jaejoong can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
Fingers scrambling uselessly, Jaejoong does the only thing he can and jerks back, meeting Yunho’s thrusts, each slap of skin punctuated by a sharp cry from Jaejoong’s throat. Jaejoong’s skin is on fire, his head swimming and vision blurry. Pleasure thrums through him, body on the brink of orgasm for so long. He cries out when the pleasure tries to burst through the confines of the rope again and again.
“Fuck, my beauty. You’re … addicting.”
The praise swims through Jaejoong’s brain and he smiles around the gag, doing his best to hold Yunho tightly, give him as much pleasure as Jaejoong is receiving. He whines his reply and looks behind him, eyes half hooded with lust.
Yunho moans, his eyes shutting, and his hips jerk forward, faster and a little out of control.
Jaejoong moans with him and then Yunho is gone, suddenly and completely, and Jaejoong falls to the side, too weak to keep himself up. Warmth splatters all over his hip and leg.
“Shame on you, pet,” Yunho says, barely out of breath. “I was going to cover your ass in come.”
Jaejoong turns his head, trying to breathe through his nose and show Yunho that he’s sorry. His body is still thrumming, his entrance clenching around nothing.
Yunho shakes his head. “Oh well, hot enough, I guess. At least for your perverted best friend.” Yunho pulls Jaejoong’s jeans to him and digs out his cell phone. Jaejoong shuts his eyes and tries to relax while Yunho sends Yoochun pictures.
He laughs suddenly and says, “Yoochun says he just had dinner and now he wants you for dessert. Wanna go meet up with him?”
Jaejoong’s eyes snap open in surprise.
Yunho smiles and crawls over his body. One hand pushes his shoulder and lays Jaejoong on his back. “I did not mean like that,” he says. “I am never, ever sharing you, or this, but we can go get some ice cream.”
Jaejoong nods quickly, and Yunho hooks his hand at the rope on his cheek. The wooden gag falls out of Jaejoong’s mouth and he inhales deeply and stretches his lips.
“Is there anything you want first, pet?”
Jaejoong licks his lips and nods. “Can I come, please, master, please?”
Yunho tilts his head and smirks. “I guess I can let you come, since you did so well and let me tie you up.”
Yunho’s fingers walk down the length of Jaejoong’s cock. He hisses from the contact and then stammers, “W-wait.”
“What, pet?” Yunho whispers, voice low and warning.
“I-I … will you … do you have to take all the ropes off?”
“What do you mean?”
Jaejoong swallows, and keeps his eyes lowered.
Yunho titters at him in disapproval. Strong fingers grip his chin and force his head up. “What?”
“I like them,” Jaejoong says. “They … god. I just …” He twists and whimpers when the ropes rub on his skin.
“So, if I’m understanding you. You want to keep the ropes on your body, while we go have ice cream with your best friends?”
Jaejoong nods. “Please.”
“And you only want me to let you come and loosen this rope as long as it won’t affect the other ropes and you can still wear them?”
Jaejoong nods again.
Yunho smiles and says, “Well, then I guess you aren’t going to come right now, because I didn’t tie the knots like that. But I could. I could loosen them all, let you come, and then retie them, but that’s not what you asked for, is it?”
Jaejoong whimpers and shakes his head.
“Then I guess I better clean you up a little bit and let you get dressed. I told Yoochun we’d meet him in ten minutes.”
Jaejoong lays still, body teetering on the edge of pleasure. Yunho wipes the majority of his come off, and then removes the ropes from Jaejoong’s arms and legs. He stands up and offers Jaejoong his hand. Jaejoong grips it, and his world tilts and spins as Yunho pulls him to his feet. He sways, and Yunho puts his arm around Jaejoong’s waist, fingers immediately tracing the ropes on his hip. His erection brushes against Yunho’s thigh, and Jaejoong moans, thrusting lightly.
“Naughty pet.”
“I’m sorry, master, I … fuck,” Jaejoong says, knees buckling. “I can’t …”
Yunho smiles and presses a kiss to his neck. “Too much.”
Jaejoong nods. “I’m sorry, just … can’t … oh god, let me come, please.”
“Okay, okay.”
The world spins again, and Jaejoong’s back hits a soft surface, he squirms and twists, seeking friction from the ropes on his body. Yunho pushes his thighs up and Jaejoong lifts them eagerly. Fingers cup his balls, loosen the knots and the ties and everything is so slow, each wrap and twist and section. Yunho grips the base of Jaejoong’s cock, and Jaejoong whimpers, hips rising and doing his begging since he can’t be coherent even if he wants to.
A warm tongue runs up his dick and Jaejoong shouts, body taut. Pleasure twists around his skin, and spikes when the ropes all move, tugging his nipples, brushing his sensitive sides and stomach. The final barrier, the knot nestled in the tip of his erection, is removed and Yunho strokes his cock, just twice and Jaejoong screams, back arching off the bed, fingers gripping the blanket. Come shoots high and lands in heavy splatters from his neck to his stomach. He twitches and whimpers while Yunho pumps him dry, and then sags, gratefully onto the bed, smiling like an idiot.
Lips press against his. “I love you.”
Jaejoong is too far gone to fully comprehend that, but decides it doesn’t matter; he has to love Yunho, otherwise, Jaejoong doubts he would trust the man enough to tie him up and give him the best orgasms he’s ever experienced. He raises a shaking hand to the back of Yunho’s head and tangles his fingers in Yunho’s hair. They kiss again, slow and desperate.
“I love you,” Jaejoong finally says, once he can think and breathe properly.
Yunho’s smile is blinding, and he says, “I love you” again.
After another long kiss, Yunho says, “Come on. I don’t want you to jeopardize your friendship with Yoochun.”
Jaejoong bites his lower lip and says, “I don’t want to move, but … well …”
“What?”
“Will you still tie the ropes so I can wear them under my shirt?”
“I don’t think you’re going to go anywhere ever again without having my ropes wrapped around you.”
Jaejoong smiles and slowly lifts his legs, entwining them around Yunho’s waist. “I wish I didn’t have to go anywhere without my legs wrapped around you.”
Yunho growls, hips shifting and he slides back into Jaejoong’s body. They both moan, eyes shutting, and are still joined and together when YooSuMin show up to fetch them.
“I think this is going to be a regular occurrence,” Junsu says, with his arms crossed.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Changmin replies.
Yoochun snorts. “Yah, Jung Yunho, give me back my best friend.”
“Or at least let us borrow some rope,” Changmin says.
“Bottom drawer,” Yunho mutters, lips leaving Jaejoong’s only long enough to nod in the direction of his dresser.
MinSu shout in joy and hurry over, pulling out red and blue nylon ropes.
“You promised me a coffee date in the morning,” Yoochun says with a pout.
Jaejoong smiles up at Yunho and says, “If you can still walk in the morning, we’ll be there, and if you can’t, then I’ll come over and make you breakfast.”
Yoochun is quiet, watching as MinSu exchange smirks, wrapping rope on their arms. Yoochun nods, and then says, “Breakfast it is. Come on, guys.”
When the trio leaves (and Junsu makes show of locking Yunho’s door), Yunho smiles down at Jaejoong, but Jaejoong pouts.
“What?”
“I wanted ice cream.”
Yunho laughs and says, “There’s some in my mini-fridge, but I’m going to want to eat it off your body.”
Jaejoong pushes him away and hurries to find the treat.
Almost 15 Years Laster: The Dessert
Part 6: The Date
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 7:
Yes this fic is done. Thank you for being patient with me. I should have finished it a long time ago. Anyway. This is the final part and this part is inspired by this picture
Actually. The entire fic is based off this picture. I saw it and the whole list thing and YunJae popped into my head ... so long ago. Anyway. Enjoy!!!
Jaejoong smiles as his mind wanders away from the economics lecture. It’s easier to think of Yunho than economic theories. Although, when Jaejoong thinks about it, sex with Yunho has a backward economic curve: as the supply increases, so does the demand.
It’s so addicting. He’s spent more nights in the last month in Yunho’s dorm room than his own. Yoochun is constantly complaining that Jaejoong is a stranger now.
Jaejoong shifts in his chair. The plug in his ass touches his prostate for a moment and he hisses quietly.
And more often than not, he has some type of toy on or in his body. The black collar around his neck has become “his thing”, but he’s popular enough that more people are wearing them. Even Yoochun has one that blatantly claims that he’s the property of MinSu.
Jaejoong’s phone vibrates.
Master + Do you trust me, pet? +
Jaejoong shivers. He loves that question.
Pet = of course, master =
Master + come to my dorm room right after your class +
Jaejoong grins and sends back an affirmation. Yunho knows he has biology later in the day, but Yunho must also know that his teacher sent everyone an email that morning cancelling class.
Jaejoong spends the rest of the class and his walk across campus thinking of different scenarios that will meet him when he arrives. Yunho loves surprising him, and Jaejoong is more than willing to put his body through whatever Yunho has planned. Yunho still consults the list they made, just to get ideas, and Jaejoong is confident enough now that he’s sure that he’ll like some of the things he hesitated about before.
Yoochun sends him a message, asking him out for lunch, and Jaejoong declines with an apology. Yoochun sends back a frowning face, and Jaejoong decides that little icon is right. It’s been a long time since he’s hung out with Yoochun. His relationship with Yunho is so new and so perfect that he’s been neglecting his friends.
Jaejoong frowns down at his phone and sends Yoochun a message that they will meet for coffee in the morning, before classes. He slips his phone into his pocket and heads up the stairs to Yunho’s dorm room. With each step, his body clenches around the toy in his body.
Anticipation.
Yunho has made an art out of making Jaejoong anticipate.
When he arrives, Jaejoong falls to his knees and knocks on the door. A few seconds later, it opens, and fingers tangle in his hair.
“Such a good boy. Come on.”
Jaejoong follows the tug and shuffles into the middle of the room on his knees. Yunho removes his backpack and then soft cloth covers Jaejoong’s eyes, stealing his vision. His breathing speeds up, skin pebbling.
“You seem upset, my love,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong takes a deep breath, aware of the underlying disapproval in his master’s voice. “Yoochun says I don’t spend enough time with him anymore.”
Yunho is quiet. “And you agree with him.”
A statement, not a question.
“Well, I guess we have been spending a lot of time together, but Yoochun can’t really blame us. I mean, he’s seen how sexy you are.”
“Not lately.”
“Good. Take off your shirt.”
Jaejoong hooks his hands at the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Something soft drapes over his shoulders and back.
“How’s that plug?”
“Lovely.”
Yunho chuckles. “Do you want to come?”
“No, not yet.”
“Really? Usually you’re begging me to let you come after having a plug in your ass all morning.”
“I have a feeling you have something better planned, so I can wait.”
Yunho laughs again, fingers carding through his hair. “I do. Hurry up and get naked.”
Jaejoong smiles and does as he told, unbuttoning his jeans carefully around his erection. Yunho told him no underwear and the inside of his jeans are wet with precome. He finishes undressing and stays on his hands and knees, waiting for more instructions.
The same soft material trails over his back. Yunho grips the collar and pushes the material underneath it.
“Can I tell you what I have been thinking about since the first time I saw you?”
Jaejoong’s breath catches. The first time Yunho saw him had been a year and a half ago, when they were in the same economics class. He stays quiet and waits, shivering while the cloth continues to caress his back and sides.
“I had this vision of you belonging to me, bound to me. Bound tightly in soft rope, covered with it.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispers, almost quaking under the touch of what he now knows is nylong rope.
“Yeah, just about. I jerked off constantly to that thought. It’s one of my favorite fantasies. You mind if I make it come true?”
Jaejoong shakes his head violently. “Please, please, do. Oh god, please.”
The collar is jerked back, and Jaejoong chokes. He can feel the rope moving, twisting, sweeping over his skin. Piece after piece is laid gently on his skin, pressure in the form of knots along his spine.
“Did you know that the Japanese perfected this art? They learned how to tie a knot and lay it right on a pressure point, on the same points used for acupressure and acupuncture.”
Jaejoong swallows and shakes his head.
“I’m pretty glad they changed it into something more erotic.”
Fingers slide down the cleft of his ass, and Jaejoong moans, fighting the urge to bend his elbows with his ass in the air. Yunho touches the plug lightly, fingers tracing the edge of his stretched entrance. The rope tugs lightly on the collar, in time to Yunho’s playing. He rotates the toy slowly, pulling a low moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
“This is where two ropes meet in a thick knot, pushing right here, keeping you open until I’m ready to use you.”
Jaejoong’s skin flushes and he whimpers again. Yunho pulls the toy free, still twisting it for Jaejoong to feel every inch of it against his body. A few seconds later, something thick and almost-rough settles against his clenching entrance. Yunho pushes the knot until the muscles shiver and stretch around it, cradling the rope securely. Again, Yunho rubs his finger around the stretched skin.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong whispers, cock pulsing.
“Ready to come yet?”
“Maybe.”
Yunho laughs. “Up on your knees, pet.”
Jaejoong pushes up to his knees. His cock sways and jerks up, slapping his taut stomach.
Yunho hums in appreciation and rubs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides. “Your skin is going to look so pretty covered in this rope.”
Jaejoong whimpers in anticipation. “Please, please.”
“Do you think you can hold off on coming for when I’m done tying you up?”
“Probably not.”
“Well, then you’ll just have to try your best, okay, pet?”
“Yes, master.”
The collar is tugged again, more rope caresses down his front, and Jaejoong hisses when it gently rubs against his erection. Fingers caress his face and slip up into his hair. He loses track of Yunho’s hands, of the rope and then his mouth is opened forcefully, by something wooden.
“Before the days of plastic, they used bamboo to gag and stuff their works of art.”
Jaejoong moans around the gag, tonguing the smooth surface. The rope stretches over both cheeks in a V, hooked to the sides of the gag and knotted at the base of his neck. Jaejoong stretches his neck, shuddering at the enclosed feeling around his throat and head.
“Let me know if it’s too much for you,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong inhales deeply. There are times when Yunho has Jaejoong so gagged and restrained that he can’t move or say his safe word. Depending on the situation. With a time like this, if he needs Yunho to stop, he’ll cross his ankles and his wrists, lower his head and yell Yunho’s name (not master) as clearly as he can. He had only done that once previously, when Yunho decided on a studded paddle for spanking. Jaejoong definitely is not up for that again any time soon.
Another rope caresses the front of his body and knot after knot bumps down his breastbone, to his stomach.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Yunho says, crisscrossing ropes over his chest. “I’ll take the blindfold off you when I’m through so you can see how amazing you are.”
Two ropes tighten, and well-places knots rub against his nipples. Jaejoong gasps, twisting his torso to get that feeling again.
Yunho chuckles. “Naughty pet. Hold still.”
Jaejoong tries, and a moment later he is rewarded, once again by wood instead of metal. The clamps tighten around both his nipple and the knot, intensifying the drag.
More knots settle down his sides, ropes tightening and scraping over his skin, crisscrossing his chest and stomach. When two knots bump right at the part where leg meets torso, Jaejoong’s cock pulses, dripping precome to the floor.
Yunho’s laughter trickles over his skin. Lips press against his neck. “I’m going to touch your cock now. Let’s see how much control you’ve learned over the last couple weeks.”
Jaejoong whimpers, inhaling sharply as fingertips trail over his sensitive skin, tracing his hip bones. The anticipation in his body skyrockets, thrumming through him. He’s swaying into Yunho’s touches. Warmth ghosts on each side of his erection and then lower. Heat cups his balls and Jaejoong cries out behind the gag. The rope on his skin is a stark contrast to Yunho’s smoother skin. He tugs on his balls and on his dick and Jaejoong’s head spins, and he’s so close to coming, and then there is pressure on and around his cock and balls and the need increases but there is no release. Roughness twists up his cock and a tiny knot settles perfectly in the slit of his cock.
Yunho presses the rope into the slit and Jaejoong whimpers, trying not to fall into him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Yunho breathes into the skin of his cheek. His warmth is so appealing, and Jaejoong leans against him, just for a moment. The ropes are tight around his body, knots pressing in too many places at once. It’s confining and liberating all at once.
Yunho quickly adds ropes to his arms and ties his wrists. The warmth of his body stays in front of Jaejoong, and he sways into him. Yunho pushes him up with firm hands on his shoulders.
Jaejoong shivers uncontrollably as Yunho’s hands trace every line of rope, pausing to tug on the wooden clamps. Jaejoong rests his head on Yunho’s bare shoulder. Drool drips around the wood in his mouth and down his chin, and probably all over Yunho’s body, but he has no ability to move. Yunho’s hands have rendered him completely useless.
Firm fingers walk up the knots along his back, on his neck and tangle in his hair. A moment later, Jaejoong blinks against sudden light. He blinks again and sees their reflection in Yunho’s floor mirror. They’re both kneeling, naked, turned on. Yunho is sideways showing off how hard his dick is. The ropes covering Jaejoong’s body are orange, forming diamonds up and down his chest. He shifts and feels that they are done the same way on his back. They wrap around his legs and arms. Yunho shuffles behind Jaejoong, letting the heat and hardness slide around his hip.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho whispers and kisses his shoulders and then his neck. His hands run lightly up and down his chest, barely touching so he doesn’t disturb the ropes. One hand presses firmly on his chest; the other pushes the middle of his back.
With a whimper, Jaejoong bends at the waist, resting his weight on his bound hands.
“I’d normally play with you for much longer, but like with most things that concern you, I just can’t wait.”
Jaejoong tries to smile.
Yunho hooks fingers at the rope on his ass and pulls until the knot falls from Jaejoong’s entrance. Cool liquid drips over his ass and Yunho moans, fingers sliding through the lube and right into his body.
Jaejoong cries out around the gag and his elbows bend. He turns his head and his cheek hits the floor and his arms stretch out in front of him, fingers white where they grip the loose ends of the orange rope.
“You’re beautiful, god, so fucking beautiful.”
The wide head of his cock pushes against Jaejoong’s spasming entrance, just for a moment and then presses beyond the muscles. Jaejoong groans, body sucking him in easily. Yunho thrusts in, all the way, bodies pressed together, and then stops, only for a moment. He takes a deep breath, withdraws and then slams back into him. Liquid pulses from Jaejoong’s cock, soaking the rope. His cock is twitching, but barely moving because of the knots.
“Master,” Jaejoong cries over and over, muffled from the gag. His vision blurs, and he watches the foggy image of Yunho through the mirror, hands gripping his hips, thrusting, face blank, firm, controlled. Jaejoong whimpers, because even as he’s falling into an incoherent mess, Yunho is still in utter control of himself. His body shakes and Jaejoong can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
Fingers scrambling uselessly, Jaejoong does the only thing he can and jerks back, meeting Yunho’s thrusts, each slap of skin punctuated by a sharp cry from Jaejoong’s throat. Jaejoong’s skin is on fire, his head swimming and vision blurry. Pleasure thrums through him, body on the brink of orgasm for so long. He cries out when the pleasure tries to burst through the confines of the rope again and again.
“Fuck, my beauty. You’re … addicting.”
The praise swims through Jaejoong’s brain and he smiles around the gag, doing his best to hold Yunho tightly, give him as much pleasure as Jaejoong is receiving. He whines his reply and looks behind him, eyes half hooded with lust.
Yunho moans, his eyes shutting, and his hips jerk forward, faster and a little out of control.
Jaejoong moans with him and then Yunho is gone, suddenly and completely, and Jaejoong falls to the side, too weak to keep himself up. Warmth splatters all over his hip and leg.
“Shame on you, pet,” Yunho says, barely out of breath. “I was going to cover your ass in come.”
Jaejoong turns his head, trying to breathe through his nose and show Yunho that he’s sorry. His body is still thrumming, his entrance clenching around nothing.
Yunho shakes his head. “Oh well, hot enough, I guess. At least for your perverted best friend.” Yunho pulls Jaejoong’s jeans to him and digs out his cell phone. Jaejoong shuts his eyes and tries to relax while Yunho sends Yoochun pictures.
He laughs suddenly and says, “Yoochun says he just had dinner and now he wants you for dessert. Wanna go meet up with him?”
Jaejoong’s eyes snap open in surprise.
Yunho smiles and crawls over his body. One hand pushes his shoulder and lays Jaejoong on his back. “I did not mean like that,” he says. “I am never, ever sharing you, or this, but we can go get some ice cream.”
Jaejoong nods quickly, and Yunho hooks his hand at the rope on his cheek. The wooden gag falls out of Jaejoong’s mouth and he inhales deeply and stretches his lips.
“Is there anything you want first, pet?”
Jaejoong licks his lips and nods. “Can I come, please, master, please?”
Yunho tilts his head and smirks. “I guess I can let you come, since you did so well and let me tie you up.”
Yunho’s fingers walk down the length of Jaejoong’s cock. He hisses from the contact and then stammers, “W-wait.”
“What, pet?” Yunho whispers, voice low and warning.
“I-I … will you … do you have to take all the ropes off?”
“What do you mean?”
Jaejoong swallows, and keeps his eyes lowered.
Yunho titters at him in disapproval. Strong fingers grip his chin and force his head up. “What?”
“I like them,” Jaejoong says. “They … god. I just …” He twists and whimpers when the ropes rub on his skin.
“So, if I’m understanding you. You want to keep the ropes on your body, while we go have ice cream with your best friends?”
Jaejoong nods. “Please.”
“And you only want me to let you come and loosen this rope as long as it won’t affect the other ropes and you can still wear them?”
Jaejoong nods again.
Yunho smiles and says, “Well, then I guess you aren’t going to come right now, because I didn’t tie the knots like that. But I could. I could loosen them all, let you come, and then retie them, but that’s not what you asked for, is it?”
Jaejoong whimpers and shakes his head.
“Then I guess I better clean you up a little bit and let you get dressed. I told Yoochun we’d meet him in ten minutes.”
Jaejoong lays still, body teetering on the edge of pleasure. Yunho wipes the majority of his come off, and then removes the ropes from Jaejoong’s arms and legs. He stands up and offers Jaejoong his hand. Jaejoong grips it, and his world tilts and spins as Yunho pulls him to his feet. He sways, and Yunho puts his arm around Jaejoong’s waist, fingers immediately tracing the ropes on his hip. His erection brushes against Yunho’s thigh, and Jaejoong moans, thrusting lightly.
“Naughty pet.”
“I’m sorry, master, I … fuck,” Jaejoong says, knees buckling. “I can’t …”
Yunho smiles and presses a kiss to his neck. “Too much.”
Jaejoong nods. “I’m sorry, just … can’t … oh god, let me come, please.”
“Okay, okay.”
The world spins again, and Jaejoong’s back hits a soft surface, he squirms and twists, seeking friction from the ropes on his body. Yunho pushes his thighs up and Jaejoong lifts them eagerly. Fingers cup his balls, loosen the knots and the ties and everything is so slow, each wrap and twist and section. Yunho grips the base of Jaejoong’s cock, and Jaejoong whimpers, hips rising and doing his begging since he can’t be coherent even if he wants to.
A warm tongue runs up his dick and Jaejoong shouts, body taut. Pleasure twists around his skin, and spikes when the ropes all move, tugging his nipples, brushing his sensitive sides and stomach. The final barrier, the knot nestled in the tip of his erection, is removed and Yunho strokes his cock, just twice and Jaejoong screams, back arching off the bed, fingers gripping the blanket. Come shoots high and lands in heavy splatters from his neck to his stomach. He twitches and whimpers while Yunho pumps him dry, and then sags, gratefully onto the bed, smiling like an idiot.
Lips press against his. “I love you.”
Jaejoong is too far gone to fully comprehend that, but decides it doesn’t matter; he has to love Yunho, otherwise, Jaejoong doubts he would trust the man enough to tie him up and give him the best orgasms he’s ever experienced. He raises a shaking hand to the back of Yunho’s head and tangles his fingers in Yunho’s hair. They kiss again, slow and desperate.
“I love you,” Jaejoong finally says, once he can think and breathe properly.
Yunho’s smile is blinding, and he says, “I love you” again.
After another long kiss, Yunho says, “Come on. I don’t want you to jeopardize your friendship with Yoochun.”
Jaejoong bites his lower lip and says, “I don’t want to move, but … well …”
“What?”
“Will you still tie the ropes so I can wear them under my shirt?”
“I don’t think you’re going to go anywhere ever again without having my ropes wrapped around you.”
Jaejoong smiles and slowly lifts his legs, entwining them around Yunho’s waist. “I wish I didn’t have to go anywhere without my legs wrapped around you.”
Yunho growls, hips shifting and he slides back into Jaejoong’s body. They both moan, eyes shutting, and are still joined and together when YooSuMin show up to fetch them.
“I think this is going to be a regular occurrence,” Junsu says, with his arms crossed.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Changmin replies.
Yoochun snorts. “Yah, Jung Yunho, give me back my best friend.”
“Or at least let us borrow some rope,” Changmin says.
“Bottom drawer,” Yunho mutters, lips leaving Jaejoong’s only long enough to nod in the direction of his dresser.
MinSu shout in joy and hurry over, pulling out red and blue nylon ropes.
“You promised me a coffee date in the morning,” Yoochun says with a pout.
Jaejoong smiles up at Yunho and says, “If you can still walk in the morning, we’ll be there, and if you can’t, then I’ll come over and make you breakfast.”
Yoochun is quiet, watching as MinSu exchange smirks, wrapping rope on their arms. Yoochun nods, and then says, “Breakfast it is. Come on, guys.”
When the trio leaves (and Junsu makes show of locking Yunho’s door), Yunho smiles down at Jaejoong, but Jaejoong pouts.
“What?”
“I wanted ice cream.”
Yunho laughs and says, “There’s some in my mini-fridge, but I’m going to want to eat it off your body.”
Jaejoong pushes him away and hurries to find the treat.
Almost 15 Years Laster: The Dessert
Part 6: The Date
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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