Honey 2/2
Title: Honey 2/2
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Still not mine to pet and play with.
Summary: Jaejoong learns what it means to be a Master to a catboy named Yunho ... sort of. Sequel to Baby
A/N: ... the only way I can explain this one is "YunJae" ... and of course, Jaejoong wants attention so this is 2 parts and not just one. :)
Part 2: Life is the flower for which love is the honey. - Victor Hugo
Yunho steps out of the shower and dries off mostly with a towel. He runs it through his hair and over his tail before wrapping it around his waist. The smell of coffee draws him out to the living room, and Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, with two cups on the coffee table. Yunho sits on the floor, legs crossed, lap barely covered by the towel and sips at his perfectly doctored cup of coffee.
It isn’t long before a brush runs through his hair, and Yunho purrs and preens under the attention. Jaejoong likes to braid his hair and twist it up and around his ears in different styles. Yunho doesn’t mind. He likes that Jaejoong likes play with it.
When he’s done brushing, his Master says, “Sit up here on the couch with me.”
Yunho sets his coffee mug on the table and sits next to Jaejoong. His breath catches at the collar in Jaejoong’s hands.
“Master?”
Jaejoong smiles. “It’s long overdue, isn’t it?”
Yunho shrugs. He turns to face Jaejoong, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Jaejoong’s eyes drop to his lap, where the towel gapes, before he looks right at Yunho’s face.
“I’m going to say something that is going to ... well, just ... wait. Let me say this and then explain, okay? Don’t freak out.”
Yunho ponders him and then dread fills him. “Master?”
“Just let me explain,” Jaejoong says, looking at the collar in his hands. “I want to put this on you, I really, really do. But I don’t want a pet.”
Yunho inhales sharply. Hurt and rejection slam through him and he leans away from Jaejoong, whimpering.
“Hey,” Jaejoong says softly. “Hey. Listen to me, okay? I need you to listen to me. I want you to stay here with me, I want you to be here, but you need to understand what I expect. What I want.”
Yunho tries to swallow, but he can feel his eyes sting with unshed tears.
“Oh, Honey, come on.” Jaejoong rubs fingers over his cheeks. “I want you. I want you. Take a deep breath, come on.”
Yunho takes a few deep breaths and then glares at him. “You’re about to get claws in your face, Master.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “I know. Just listen, okay?”
Yunho nods.
“I want you, Honey, I do. But you have to understand that I don’t want a pet like Baby. Changmin’s Baby is sweet and adorable, but he isn’t what I want. I don’t want you to be like that. I don’t. I want you to talk to me and lay with me and fuck me, god, I want you to fuck me. I don’t need a docile slave, Yunho. I don’t. I want a partner, someone I can take out with me, dress up with me, go to dinner with, go out with. I don’t want a housecat.”
Yunho looks at him for a moment and rolls his eyes. “Stupid humans,” he mutters.
“What?”
He pushes at Jaejoong’s shoulders and climbs into his lap. “I am much older than Yoochun is. I remember when Yoochun was born. We were both palace cats, you know. It’s been more than four hundred years since I’ve had a master, and for Yoochun, his last master was in the forties, so he isn’t like me. I’m not like him. He was born in the palace, and I was a street cat even back then who caught the eye of one of the King's daughters. Look, it is nice to have a master, but I don’t need one. I haven’t needed a master for a long time. I knew what it was like before I was a palace cat and I didn’t have a master. But Baby is a purebred, spoiled rotten thing and loves the pampering and the attention and just being with a Master.”
Jaejoong smiles. “I forget how fucking old you are.”
Yunho laughs. “Yeah, but I’m still cute.”
“You are, and sweet as honey.”
Yunho rolls his eyes again, though he is secretly pleased. He picks up the collar where Jaejoong tossed it and slips it over his neck. Jaejoong tuts at him and takes over, fastening it tightly. Yunho smiles and leans forward for a kiss.
“I don’t like to crawl all the time,” Yunho says, “I don’t like to eat my food off the floor all the time. I don’t like to be more cat than human all the time. I can be, when the situation calls for it, but--” Yunho growls into his mouth. “--you’re too pretty to not be worshiped, too. And fucked. I have no problems at all fucking you.”
Jaejoong trails his finger over the collar and says, “I may want to wear this.”
“I may want you to,” Yunho says and smirks just as their lips meet again.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong comes home on a Wednesday with a garment bag thrown over his arm. He smiles at his gorgeous catboy, sunning his honey-colored skin on his favorite red rug. He fights the urge to drop everything and join him on the floor. He is absolutely naked.
“Welcome home, Master.”
“Thank you, Honey.”
Yunho stretches, claws digging into the rug, before gracefully rolling to his feet. Jaejoong’s mouth waters and then burns when Yunho kisses him, arms sliding under his shirt and fingertip shoving into the back of his jeans.
It’s a short kiss, before Yunho pulls away and smiles at the dazed look on Jaejoong’s face. “I’ve missed you today.”
Jaejoong has to swallow and blink before he can say. “I missed you, too. I have a present for you.” He lifts his arm.
“Clothes?” Yunho makes a face.
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, clothes, but they are sexy clothes that I am going to want to rip off you. Now, get dressed.”
“I’m already naked, if that’s the end result, why complicate it?”
Jaejoong smiles and puts his hand on Yunho’s bare hip. “Because I am taking you out to dinner.”
Yunho pouts. “Fine. But it better be seafood, and it better be excellent.”
“It will, to both.”
Jaejoong slips into the bathroom as Yunho unzips the garment bag. There is no way he’ll be able to watch Yunho put on a suit without immediately wanting to take it off. He quickly showers to rinse any stray bits of hair from his skin, and then goes to the bedroom and the closet for his own slacks, blue button down, and a sport coat.
When he returns to the living room, the temptation to take off the clothes is much much worse.
Yunho in a suit is a beautiful thing. The slate gray matches well with Yunho’s golden hair (which Yunho has already twisted up in places to hide both his cat ears and the lack of human ears). The jacket is a simple cut up top since Yunho’s shoulder are already broad and square. The cut frames his torso and shows off his chest (covered by a bright white shirt and two buttons undone) before hugging close to his ass. It is too long for his height, but any shorter and it would show his tail, but Yunho has a lot of practice hiding it and Jaejoong only sees it because he’s looking for it.
Now his cock on the other hand ...
“You need boxers.”
Yunho smirks. “No, I don’t. I know exactly where I want your eyes.”
Jaejoong groans and moves closer to him. “And everyone else’s.”
“Let them look.” He leans down and kisses Jaejoong softly. “Did you get me shoes?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay. Shall we go?”
Jaejoong nods but clutches at the lapels on the jacket. “You are gorgeous.”
“So are you. So I’d say we’re perfect for each other.”
“Yeah ... perfect.”
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho adores his master, absolutely adores him. Granted, he is supposed to, but Yunho adores Jaejoong because he’s beautiful and funny and kind. He’s so sincere and respectful. It’s mind blowing to see him out of his house, out among people and how he bows to people and genuinely smiles at everyone.
Well, expect the people that look at Yunho’s crotch. Those (men and women) get scowls and Yunho gets a very possessive squeeze to his thigh, ass or arm depending on where they are at.
Even though it upsets his master a little bit, it is so worth it when they are finally home (and it is Yunho’s home, the first in a very long time) and Jaejoong slams him against the door and kisses him. Yunho lets him for only a moment and then switches their positions, he gets a leg between Jaejoong and rocks against his erection.
Jaejoong moans, head tilted back and Yunho sucks the pale skin of his neck into his mouth.
“Master,” Yunho croons (only partly sarcastic since Jaejoong is definitely not in control).
Jaejoong moans again.
“Master, may I take us to bed?”
“Yes, fuck yes, please.”
Yunho pulls away and grabs his hand, dragging him through the apartment. When they get to the bedroom, Jaejoong is slightly more in control of himself and Yunho vows to destroy it.
“Strip,” he says and obeys his own command, sliding the jacket from his shoulders. The shirt is ripped open and he slices the button on the pants off with a sharp nail. They slither to the floor, and Yunho turns to see Jaejoong still clothed and watching him with his mouth open and his tongue licking at his lower lip.
“Ten seconds before I start ripping your clothes apart,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong only manages his jacket and four buttons before Yunho pounces. He pushes Jaejoong to the bed and falls to his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. His claws make quick work of the delicate fabric of his pants and he rips Jaejoong’s boxers open. As soon as he has access to his cock, he forgets about everything else. He holds it up, shoves it into his mouth and sucks on the tender head. Jaejoong grips his hair and curls up with a cry of Yunho’s name.
With a mental smirk, Yunho takes all of Jaejoong’s cock into his throat. He bobs his head while shredding the rest of his boxers and pants. He finally pulls away only to remove the tatters of clothing and survey his work.
Jaejoong is breathless, eyes half-lidded, lips dark from chewing on them. His pale skin is flush and his normally perfect hair is a mess around his head.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho says and pushes at Jaejoong’s knees.
Jaejoong whimpers but grips them, lifting them up. Yunho slides his ass to the edge of the bed and buries his face between his cheeks. The first touch of Yunho’s rough tongue to Jaejoong’s entrance has Jaejoong screaming, the second lick has him begging, and the third has him letting go of his knees, flinging his legs in the air and reaching above him for a pillow to hang on to.
Yunho purrs while he licks, tongue pressing firmly against his puckered opening.
“Yunho, Yunho, Honey, please! Please!”
Yunho hushes him, though he doubts he hears it through his wild whimpers. He presses a finger to his crinkled skin and licks around it before pressing in gently. He knows where Jaejoong’s lube is from previous explorations of the apartment, but doesn’t yet get up to retrieve it. He uses his tongue and his finger to drive Jaejoong crazy, sucking at his ass and sliding claws up his thighs, lightly, of course.
Jaejoong grips behind his knee with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. He clamps around Yunho’s finger, and his entire body tenses.
Yunho pulls away.
Jaejoong curses at him, hand still on his cock.
Yunho chuckles and moves up his body, licking at tattooed skin and his budded nipples with his rough tongue. His erection throbs against Jaejoong’s cleft.
“God, Yunho, please.”
“I need lube, Master.”
Jaejoong moans. “Hurry, Honey.”
Yunho presses a short kiss to his lips and stands. “Scoot up on the bed.”
Jaejoong does as he’s told while Yunho gets the lube from the dresser.
“Do you want prep?” Yunho asks as he pours lube on his dick.
Jaejoong eyes his cock and then nods. “Yes, please.”
Yunho chuckles and pushes two slick fingers into Jaejoong’s body. He moans, hips curling up and grips behind his knees again. Yunho preps him quickly, spinning, spreading and pumping his fingers into Jaejoong quickly.
Jaejoong probably isn’t ready when Yunho pulls his fingers away, but he lines up his cock and thrusts into him anyway. Jaejoong cries out, body scrambling for comfort, and Yunho grips behind his knees, bends his legs back and thrusts, watching as his thick cock stretches Jaejoong open.
Jaejoong whimpers, “Honey,” and Yunho looks down at him. He holds out his hands and pouts through a moan, “Kiss me.”
Yunho hooks Jaejoong’s knees at his elbows and leans over him for a deep kiss. Their tongues move faster than Yunho thrusts and he stays buried in Jaejoong, enjoying the feel of a body around him for the first time in a long time.
“Beautiful Master,” Yunho whispers. “My beautiful master.”
Jaejoong nods, hands reaching up and tangling in Yunho’s hair. They catch in the twists Yunho used to hide his ears and he growls in frustration.
Yunho chuckles and says, “Next time I suck on your cock, I’ll leave it down and you can pull it all you want.”
“Oh, god. Faster, please, go faster.”
Yunho puts his hands next to Jaejoong’s head and his legs wrap around Yunho’s back, feet finding his tail. Jaejoong whimpers and rubs against the soft fur with his toes. Yunho shivers, grunting as he pumps his hips faster.
Jaejoong’s fingers dig into his shoulders, and their lips meet again and again for more kisses and licks.
“Let me, let me ...” Jaejoong pushes at his hip and Yunho lifts his so Jaejoong can wrap a hand around his cock. He strokes quickly, biting his lip against moans, and his body pulses around Yunho’s cock, and Yunho stops for a moment before knocking Jaejoong’s hand away and replacing it with his own.
Jaejoong keens, body tight and on edge. He’s panting and whimpering, moving his hips for just that much needed relief from Yunho’s cock, and then he’s coming, screaming, and shuddering through his orgasm and painting his chest and stomach in thick ropes of white.
Yunho’s eyes shut at the tightness around his cock. He takes his hand away, pulls out, and uses Jaejoong’s come to stroke himself off. Only a few pumps of his hand before thrusting back inside him and thrusting fast, slapping their bodies together, until he comes and shudders and collapses, his release pumping into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong’s arms wrap around his back, and lips and tongue and teeth nip at his neck.
Yunho purrs, loud and heavy, as their bodies relax.
Content. Happy.
Yunho lifts his head and smiles down at Jaejoong. “Master is amazing.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong moans, “so is Honey. Such sweet Honey.”
Yunho pushes up and shivers as his cock slips from Jaejoong. He presses his fingers inside him instead, just for a moment and pulls them out covered in come. He slips them over Jaejoong’s lips and his Master licks them clean.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong whispers. “Sweet, sweet honey.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong wakes up pleasantly sore and content. Yunho is on his stomach next to him, one hand flung over Jaejoong’s chest and their legs twisted together. Yunho’s hair is a mess and there is a purpling bite on his shoulder. Jaejoong traces it with a fingertip.
Yunho starts purring as Jaejoong’s hand travels down his body.
His catboy is gorgeous. Perfect. Amazing. His strong back, thick thighs (oh god his thighs), and sculpted shoulders. Jaejoong turns to his side to touch more skin and massages Yunho’s ass. And then his tail, rubbing his hand up the brown and white striped fur.
Yunho’s purrs get louder.
Jaejoong curls on top of him, lips against his shoulder, hand cupping his ass and fingers slipping into his cleft.
“Master,” Yunho moans and moves his hand. The bottle of lube is clutched in clawed fingers.
Jaejoong chuckles and takes it. He slicks up his fingers and slides one from the base of his tail to his entrance.
Yunho meows, a pleading noise that has Jaejoong’s cock throbbing. He presses in two fingers, adding his own desperate moans to Yunho’s at how tight his body is. He kisses up the back of his neck, moving his hair with his nose.
“Master,” he gasps. “Master, please.”
Jaejoong shifts behind him on his knees. With a firm grip on his hips, he pulls Yunho to his knees. He pushes three fingers into him and leans down to kiss and lick the skin just at the edge of his tail.
“Please,” Yunho said again, this time with a desperate meow at the end of it.
Jaejoong dumps lube onto his erection and strokes himself a few times. He lines himself up, uses his fingers for direction, and pushes into Yunho’s body. He shuts his eyes with a moan, pulls out and presses back in. He stops, tries to catch his breath.
“Master, please,” Yunho whimpers, and Jaejoong smiles at him while sliding his hands over his gorgeous thighs.
“Patience, Honey.”
Yunho grumbles and tears into the pillow with his nails.
Jaejoong laughs. “Gonna pay for that.”
“You’re gonna pay if you don’t fucking move.”
Jaejoong laughs louder and slides his hands up Yunho’s back. “Such a sexy, demanding kitty.” He gets a good grip on Yunho’s tense thighs and thrusts. After less than a minute, Jaejoong decides that being inside Yunho is probably the best feeling in the world. Well, second best, having Yunho inside him the night before felt pretty damn good.
Fucking hell. They are a tie. Both feelings. Both awesome.
Yunho’s yowls echo around the bedroom. He meets Jaejoong’s thrusts and slaps their bodies together. His tail tightens around Jaejoong and Jaejoong can’t handle the tightness around his cock. After only a few minutes, he vows to outlast his cat one of these days, but not this day.
“Fuck, Yunho Honey, fuck.” He presses a hand between Yunho’s shoulders, body pressed against his as he empties himself into his catboy and shudders through his orgasm.
Yunho continues to purr and roll his hips back. But it’s too sensitive so Jaejoong pulls out and lands on his back next to him.
Yunho pouts at him and Jaejoong smiles. “Hang on a second.”
Yunho crawls over him, purring even louder as they kiss. It really is so easy to wrap his legs around Yunho’s body and moan when their cocks brush together.
Jaejoong’s phone rings with Junsu’s ringtone.
“Fucking hell,” Jaejoong gasps and tilts his head back, arm scrambling for his phone on the bedside table.
Yunho bites at his neck and down his chest, licking at the butterfly tattoo. His tongue goes over his nipple just as Jaejoong answers the call with a breathy hello.
Junsu laughs. “Not a good time?”
Jaejoong moans.
“I seem to be calling you at bad times.”
“Maybe you should stop calling.”
Junsu snorts. “Maybe you should come into work when you say you will.”
“I’m ... sick,” Jaejoong says with a gasp as Yunho’s fingers press into his body. He rocks his body up.
“Sick, my ass.”
The phone is taken from his hands and Jaejoong protests until Yunho places his other hand over Jaejoong’s mouth.
“Hi,” Yunho says. “Can he call you back, please? ... Yes, I’m about to shove my dick in his ass, it really isn’t a good time ... I know, he’s such a dirty, naughty Master, isn’t he?”
Jaejoong moans.
“He doesn’t have to sit down for his job, right? ... Good, because he won’t be able to.”
“Oh fucking god.”
Yunho leans over and kisses him. “Junsu says you can come in late, but he wants to meet this god of yours.”
Jaejoong whimpers and nods.
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho smirks as his Master limps into his salon. A man whistles at him. A few of the other stylists smile and laugh. His master glowers and flips them off before going to the front desk.
“Oh my god, are you the sex god?” the man who whistled says loudly. He has pink hair and piercings in his lip, nose, eyebrow and ears. It’s hard not to get distracted with the way the light flickers through the piercings. Yunho really wants to touch. Maybe he’ll get Jaejoong to pierce his lip and give him something else to play with besides the piercings in his ears.
“You must be Junsu,” Yunho says and smiles. He must be polite to this one if only because Jaejoong told him they are on-again, off-again lovers. He vows to never give Jaejoong a reason to go back on-again with him.
“Wow. Your hair is amazing. No wonder Jaejoong likes you.”
Yunho smiles and twists his head so Junsu can see the intricacies of his design. He’s spent a lot of years learning how to hide his ears underneath it.
“Actually,” Yunho says, “it’s the thighs.”
Junsu throws his head back and laughs. “Oh my god, Jaejoong!”
“Shut up!”
“And the cock,” Yunho adds.
Junsu clings to his shoulder to keep himself up while he laughs. Yunho smiles at Jaejoong, who is flushing almost as pink as Junsu’s hair. He winks at him.
Junsu finally calms down enough to lead Yunho to a couch where their customers wait. One of the other girls hands him a cup of tea that he takes with a polite thank you.
“So, we know why Jaejoong likes you,” Junsu says, “why do you like him?”
Yunho smiles at Jaejoong, sips his tea and says, “Because he is a good master,” throwing Junsu into another bout of laughter that is much harder to tame.
It’s only a couple hours later (hours that Yunho has spent comfortably watching his Master work, and Jaejoong is so good at what he does), that the door opens and Yunho launches to his feet, hissing before remembering himself.
Jihoon smirks at him. “Down kitty,” he says, and for a moment Yunho wonders if he’s been revealed, but even self-satisfied assholes are always shocked when faced with his ears and tail.
“Get out,” Yunho says.
“I second that,” Junsu says. “Jihoon, you do not have an appointment today.”
“I doubt he does either.”
“True, but he’s welcome here, you are not.”
“Hello, My Rose,” Jihoon calls through the salon.
Yunho has to take a very deep breath and control himself, but can’t help but ask, “Are you calling him that because of the red bites I left all over his body this morning?”
Jihoon glares at him.
“Don’t make me call the police,” Junsu says.
“There is nothing that says I cannot be here. I thought you were getting a restraining order.”
“We have the right to refuse service to anyone we want,” Jaejoong says from his station where he is looking at hair and not at Jihoon. “And I own this place. It’s mine. You’re trespassing.”
“The building is not yours.”
Jaejoong does not say anything, but sets down his scissors. His hands are shaking, and Yunho does not know how to fix this for him. He can’t in the same way he did last time. So he turns to Junsu and says, “Please call the police.”
Junsu picks up the phone.
Jaejoong says his name, and bites his lip. Indecisive.
Yunho looks over at him and decides that yes, he can solve the problem the same way, because even Jaejoong’s customer is glaring at Jihoon. He moves into the salon and smiles and Jaejoong does not stop him from sliding a hand around his waist and brushing bangs from his eyes.
“Please, Master,” Yunho whispers, and the girl in the chair gasps, but she’s the only one who has heard. “Please, Master. Just let us do this.”
Junsu talks into the phone, but Jihoon sits on the couch and flips through the magazines, nonchalant. Arrogant.
Yunho wants to scratch his eyes out. He feels his eyes narrow to slits, and again he has to keep himself from hissing.
Jaejoong finally leans into his shoulder. “Okay, Honey. Okay.”
“You have five minutes,” Junsu says and puts down the phone.
“My Rose doesn’t want me to leave.”
“Yes, I do,” Jaejoong says and turns his head, resting his cheek on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho feels him smile. “I want you to leave and then leave me alone. There will be a restraining order against you.”
Jihoon stands up and smiles sweetly at him. “We belong together, My Pet.”
Yunho inhales sharply and suddenly understands why Jaejoong did not want to call him Pet.
There is a collective sigh when Jihoon turns around and leaves the salon. When the police arrive, one of them actually finds Jihoon at another store down the street, and Jaejoong reluctantly, though forcefully, says that he wants a restraining order. The police talk to everyone in the salon, even Yunho, who tells them about the day that Jihoon had come to Jaejoong’s apartment. A building with an access code that Jihoon does not have.
Yunho knows that Jaejoong feels badly about it, not about barring Jihoon from his life, but creating such an inconvenience for everyone else. That is part of Jaejoong’s problem and part of why Yunho is falling in love with him. Jaejoong is so selfless.
Maybe not in bed, where he is a demanding slut, which is another reason why Yunho his falling in love with him.
When the police finally leave, Junsu kicks them out of the salon, with an order for Yunho, “to put a smile back on his face.”
Yunho hopes he can.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong hates feeling caged in his own home, but he understands why Junsu and Yunho are ganging up on him to stay inside. Just for the week. Until the restraining order is official. But he is restless the next few days, so he cooks and cleans and designs his next tattoo: a cluster of plumerias in a pool of honey dripping over the words “HONEY”. For a bit of fun, he draws a few bees flying above the flowers. A quick sketch to take to the shop.
“I like it,” Yunho says and kisses his shoulder.
“I like you,” Jaejoong replies and looks up.
Yunho laughs and settles into his lap, purring and rubbing against his chin. “Should we go out tonight? You’ve been in this apartment for too long.”
Jaejoong sighs, arms wrapping around Yunho’s naked waist and sliding down to his thigh. His purring increases. It’s amazing how relaxing that is.
“Just for ice cream. Down the street. That’s all.”
Jaejoong agrees, but only to make Yunho feel better. He really does not want to get off the couch. “You’ll have to put clothes on.”
Yunho licks at his chin. “You’ll have to take them off me later, that’s worth putting them on.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Go get dressed.” Yunho presses a firm kiss to his lips before standing and swaying his way through the apartment. Jaejoong’s mouth waters (as it always does) at the sight of his naked thighs, ass and tail. He shuts his eyes, leans his head back on the couch and tries not to think of anything, especially not of Yunho’s body. But that’s better than thinking of other things.
“Are you going to change?” Yunho asks.
Jaejoong glances over at him, dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt that is molded to his chest. He licks his lips. Yunho laughs and goes into the bathroom. Jaejoong stands up and heads to the bedroom to change from his sweatpants. He slips off his sweats and stops, staring at the braided collar on the bedside table. Yunho never wears it when they go out for obvious reasons.
Jaejoong fingers the leather and decides that if he can’t talk Yunho into staying in the house, then he’ll convince him.
---
Yunho is about to go into the room to check on Jaejoong when his master finally comes out.
Naked. Fucking naked. He stares at tattooed skin and licks his lips. He’s about to admonish him, say something about going out, when he catches sight of ears on his head, a collar ... his collar ... on his neck.
He moans.
Jaejoong smiles and drops to his hands and knees and crawls to him. His eyes shut with a low groan, and Yunho understands why. The fluffy tail plug he found last week in a drawer is shoved up Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong rubs his face on Yunho’s jean-clad thigh and meows.
“Fucking hell,” Yunho mutters and sits before he falls over. Jaejoong crawls between his legs and rubs against his crotch. Yunho grips the collar and yanks on it.
Jaejoong pouts at him, sitting back on his knees. There is a ring of blue at the base of his erection, and silvery clamps on his nipples, already pulled tight from the chain attached to the hoop on the collar. There’s also a leash. A fucking leash.
Yunho wraps it around his hand and pulls, sliding his other hand around the back of Jaejoong’s neck.
Jaejoong meows.
“God damn it, you should come with a warning label.”
With a smirk, Jaejoong strokes cock. “Warning. Contents under pressure.”
Growling, Yunho leans forward to kiss him and ponders all the different ways he can play with his master.
(=^ェ^=) 1 month later (=^ェ^=)
“You’re an idiot,” Junsu says as he inspects the bright red skin and brightly colored tattoo now etched into Jaejoong’s skin just above his hip. Right at his waist.
Jaejoong smiles. “Why?”
Junsu rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t get someone’s name tattooed on your skin.”
“Coulda sworn I had your name etched into my back, or do I need to make sure it’s still there?”
Junsu waves that away. “That’s different. We’re not dating. We’re best friends. I saved your ass and your life and your business. You love me. My name deserves to be permanently marked on your body.”
“This isn’t even Yunho’s name.”
“Please,” Junsu drawls with another eye roll. “I’ve heard you call him 'Honey' so many times that it might as well be his official name.”
Jaejoong smiles over at his pretty catboy, who smiles back. “It's fine. And besides. I love my Honey, too.”
Yunho’s smile widens even more and he launches himself over to Jaejoong’s lap. Their lips collide and Jaejoong winces when Yunho’s jeans drag over the tender skin at the new tattoo.
“Disgusting,” Junsu mutters and a moment later the door shuts behind him.
Yunho starts purring as soon as he’s gone. He pulls away from Jaejoong’s lips and smiles. “You love me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not allowed, Master.”
Jaejoong pouts.
“And it is definitely not allowed for me to love you back.”
“Do you?”
“Stupid human,” Yunho murmurs as their lips meet again.
“Ya!” Jaejoong shouts and pushes him away.
Yunho smiles and trails a claw over his cheek and the backs of his fingers over his neck. Jaejoong grumbles even as their lips meet again and he pushes his hands into the back of Yunho’s jeans. His tail suddenly waves behind and Jaejoong runs a finger over the soft fur.
Their lips part for only a moment, a moment just long enough for Yunho to whisper, “I love you, Master.”
“I love you, Honey,” is muffled by Yunho’s demanding mouth.
Part 1: Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. - Robert Green Ingersoll
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Still not mine to pet and play with.
Summary: Jaejoong learns what it means to be a Master to a catboy named Yunho ... sort of. Sequel to Baby
A/N: ... the only way I can explain this one is "YunJae" ... and of course, Jaejoong wants attention so this is 2 parts and not just one. :)
Part 2: Life is the flower for which love is the honey. - Victor Hugo
Yunho steps out of the shower and dries off mostly with a towel. He runs it through his hair and over his tail before wrapping it around his waist. The smell of coffee draws him out to the living room, and Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, with two cups on the coffee table. Yunho sits on the floor, legs crossed, lap barely covered by the towel and sips at his perfectly doctored cup of coffee.
It isn’t long before a brush runs through his hair, and Yunho purrs and preens under the attention. Jaejoong likes to braid his hair and twist it up and around his ears in different styles. Yunho doesn’t mind. He likes that Jaejoong likes play with it.
When he’s done brushing, his Master says, “Sit up here on the couch with me.”
Yunho sets his coffee mug on the table and sits next to Jaejoong. His breath catches at the collar in Jaejoong’s hands.
“Master?”
Jaejoong smiles. “It’s long overdue, isn’t it?”
Yunho shrugs. He turns to face Jaejoong, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Jaejoong’s eyes drop to his lap, where the towel gapes, before he looks right at Yunho’s face.
“I’m going to say something that is going to ... well, just ... wait. Let me say this and then explain, okay? Don’t freak out.”
Yunho ponders him and then dread fills him. “Master?”
“Just let me explain,” Jaejoong says, looking at the collar in his hands. “I want to put this on you, I really, really do. But I don’t want a pet.”
Yunho inhales sharply. Hurt and rejection slam through him and he leans away from Jaejoong, whimpering.
“Hey,” Jaejoong says softly. “Hey. Listen to me, okay? I need you to listen to me. I want you to stay here with me, I want you to be here, but you need to understand what I expect. What I want.”
Yunho tries to swallow, but he can feel his eyes sting with unshed tears.
“Oh, Honey, come on.” Jaejoong rubs fingers over his cheeks. “I want you. I want you. Take a deep breath, come on.”
Yunho takes a few deep breaths and then glares at him. “You’re about to get claws in your face, Master.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “I know. Just listen, okay?”
Yunho nods.
“I want you, Honey, I do. But you have to understand that I don’t want a pet like Baby. Changmin’s Baby is sweet and adorable, but he isn’t what I want. I don’t want you to be like that. I don’t. I want you to talk to me and lay with me and fuck me, god, I want you to fuck me. I don’t need a docile slave, Yunho. I don’t. I want a partner, someone I can take out with me, dress up with me, go to dinner with, go out with. I don’t want a housecat.”
Yunho looks at him for a moment and rolls his eyes. “Stupid humans,” he mutters.
“What?”
He pushes at Jaejoong’s shoulders and climbs into his lap. “I am much older than Yoochun is. I remember when Yoochun was born. We were both palace cats, you know. It’s been more than four hundred years since I’ve had a master, and for Yoochun, his last master was in the forties, so he isn’t like me. I’m not like him. He was born in the palace, and I was a street cat even back then who caught the eye of one of the King's daughters. Look, it is nice to have a master, but I don’t need one. I haven’t needed a master for a long time. I knew what it was like before I was a palace cat and I didn’t have a master. But Baby is a purebred, spoiled rotten thing and loves the pampering and the attention and just being with a Master.”
Jaejoong smiles. “I forget how fucking old you are.”
Yunho laughs. “Yeah, but I’m still cute.”
“You are, and sweet as honey.”
Yunho rolls his eyes again, though he is secretly pleased. He picks up the collar where Jaejoong tossed it and slips it over his neck. Jaejoong tuts at him and takes over, fastening it tightly. Yunho smiles and leans forward for a kiss.
“I don’t like to crawl all the time,” Yunho says, “I don’t like to eat my food off the floor all the time. I don’t like to be more cat than human all the time. I can be, when the situation calls for it, but--” Yunho growls into his mouth. “--you’re too pretty to not be worshiped, too. And fucked. I have no problems at all fucking you.”
Jaejoong trails his finger over the collar and says, “I may want to wear this.”
“I may want you to,” Yunho says and smirks just as their lips meet again.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong comes home on a Wednesday with a garment bag thrown over his arm. He smiles at his gorgeous catboy, sunning his honey-colored skin on his favorite red rug. He fights the urge to drop everything and join him on the floor. He is absolutely naked.
“Welcome home, Master.”
“Thank you, Honey.”
Yunho stretches, claws digging into the rug, before gracefully rolling to his feet. Jaejoong’s mouth waters and then burns when Yunho kisses him, arms sliding under his shirt and fingertip shoving into the back of his jeans.
It’s a short kiss, before Yunho pulls away and smiles at the dazed look on Jaejoong’s face. “I’ve missed you today.”
Jaejoong has to swallow and blink before he can say. “I missed you, too. I have a present for you.” He lifts his arm.
“Clothes?” Yunho makes a face.
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, clothes, but they are sexy clothes that I am going to want to rip off you. Now, get dressed.”
“I’m already naked, if that’s the end result, why complicate it?”
Jaejoong smiles and puts his hand on Yunho’s bare hip. “Because I am taking you out to dinner.”
Yunho pouts. “Fine. But it better be seafood, and it better be excellent.”
“It will, to both.”
Jaejoong slips into the bathroom as Yunho unzips the garment bag. There is no way he’ll be able to watch Yunho put on a suit without immediately wanting to take it off. He quickly showers to rinse any stray bits of hair from his skin, and then goes to the bedroom and the closet for his own slacks, blue button down, and a sport coat.
When he returns to the living room, the temptation to take off the clothes is much much worse.
Yunho in a suit is a beautiful thing. The slate gray matches well with Yunho’s golden hair (which Yunho has already twisted up in places to hide both his cat ears and the lack of human ears). The jacket is a simple cut up top since Yunho’s shoulder are already broad and square. The cut frames his torso and shows off his chest (covered by a bright white shirt and two buttons undone) before hugging close to his ass. It is too long for his height, but any shorter and it would show his tail, but Yunho has a lot of practice hiding it and Jaejoong only sees it because he’s looking for it.
Now his cock on the other hand ...
“You need boxers.”
Yunho smirks. “No, I don’t. I know exactly where I want your eyes.”
Jaejoong groans and moves closer to him. “And everyone else’s.”
“Let them look.” He leans down and kisses Jaejoong softly. “Did you get me shoes?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay. Shall we go?”
Jaejoong nods but clutches at the lapels on the jacket. “You are gorgeous.”
“So are you. So I’d say we’re perfect for each other.”
“Yeah ... perfect.”
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho adores his master, absolutely adores him. Granted, he is supposed to, but Yunho adores Jaejoong because he’s beautiful and funny and kind. He’s so sincere and respectful. It’s mind blowing to see him out of his house, out among people and how he bows to people and genuinely smiles at everyone.
Well, expect the people that look at Yunho’s crotch. Those (men and women) get scowls and Yunho gets a very possessive squeeze to his thigh, ass or arm depending on where they are at.
Even though it upsets his master a little bit, it is so worth it when they are finally home (and it is Yunho’s home, the first in a very long time) and Jaejoong slams him against the door and kisses him. Yunho lets him for only a moment and then switches their positions, he gets a leg between Jaejoong and rocks against his erection.
Jaejoong moans, head tilted back and Yunho sucks the pale skin of his neck into his mouth.
“Master,” Yunho croons (only partly sarcastic since Jaejoong is definitely not in control).
Jaejoong moans again.
“Master, may I take us to bed?”
“Yes, fuck yes, please.”
Yunho pulls away and grabs his hand, dragging him through the apartment. When they get to the bedroom, Jaejoong is slightly more in control of himself and Yunho vows to destroy it.
“Strip,” he says and obeys his own command, sliding the jacket from his shoulders. The shirt is ripped open and he slices the button on the pants off with a sharp nail. They slither to the floor, and Yunho turns to see Jaejoong still clothed and watching him with his mouth open and his tongue licking at his lower lip.
“Ten seconds before I start ripping your clothes apart,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong only manages his jacket and four buttons before Yunho pounces. He pushes Jaejoong to the bed and falls to his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. His claws make quick work of the delicate fabric of his pants and he rips Jaejoong’s boxers open. As soon as he has access to his cock, he forgets about everything else. He holds it up, shoves it into his mouth and sucks on the tender head. Jaejoong grips his hair and curls up with a cry of Yunho’s name.
With a mental smirk, Yunho takes all of Jaejoong’s cock into his throat. He bobs his head while shredding the rest of his boxers and pants. He finally pulls away only to remove the tatters of clothing and survey his work.
Jaejoong is breathless, eyes half-lidded, lips dark from chewing on them. His pale skin is flush and his normally perfect hair is a mess around his head.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho says and pushes at Jaejoong’s knees.
Jaejoong whimpers but grips them, lifting them up. Yunho slides his ass to the edge of the bed and buries his face between his cheeks. The first touch of Yunho’s rough tongue to Jaejoong’s entrance has Jaejoong screaming, the second lick has him begging, and the third has him letting go of his knees, flinging his legs in the air and reaching above him for a pillow to hang on to.
Yunho purrs while he licks, tongue pressing firmly against his puckered opening.
“Yunho, Yunho, Honey, please! Please!”
Yunho hushes him, though he doubts he hears it through his wild whimpers. He presses a finger to his crinkled skin and licks around it before pressing in gently. He knows where Jaejoong’s lube is from previous explorations of the apartment, but doesn’t yet get up to retrieve it. He uses his tongue and his finger to drive Jaejoong crazy, sucking at his ass and sliding claws up his thighs, lightly, of course.
Jaejoong grips behind his knee with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. He clamps around Yunho’s finger, and his entire body tenses.
Yunho pulls away.
Jaejoong curses at him, hand still on his cock.
Yunho chuckles and moves up his body, licking at tattooed skin and his budded nipples with his rough tongue. His erection throbs against Jaejoong’s cleft.
“God, Yunho, please.”
“I need lube, Master.”
Jaejoong moans. “Hurry, Honey.”
Yunho presses a short kiss to his lips and stands. “Scoot up on the bed.”
Jaejoong does as he’s told while Yunho gets the lube from the dresser.
“Do you want prep?” Yunho asks as he pours lube on his dick.
Jaejoong eyes his cock and then nods. “Yes, please.”
Yunho chuckles and pushes two slick fingers into Jaejoong’s body. He moans, hips curling up and grips behind his knees again. Yunho preps him quickly, spinning, spreading and pumping his fingers into Jaejoong quickly.
Jaejoong probably isn’t ready when Yunho pulls his fingers away, but he lines up his cock and thrusts into him anyway. Jaejoong cries out, body scrambling for comfort, and Yunho grips behind his knees, bends his legs back and thrusts, watching as his thick cock stretches Jaejoong open.
Jaejoong whimpers, “Honey,” and Yunho looks down at him. He holds out his hands and pouts through a moan, “Kiss me.”
Yunho hooks Jaejoong’s knees at his elbows and leans over him for a deep kiss. Their tongues move faster than Yunho thrusts and he stays buried in Jaejoong, enjoying the feel of a body around him for the first time in a long time.
“Beautiful Master,” Yunho whispers. “My beautiful master.”
Jaejoong nods, hands reaching up and tangling in Yunho’s hair. They catch in the twists Yunho used to hide his ears and he growls in frustration.
Yunho chuckles and says, “Next time I suck on your cock, I’ll leave it down and you can pull it all you want.”
“Oh, god. Faster, please, go faster.”
Yunho puts his hands next to Jaejoong’s head and his legs wrap around Yunho’s back, feet finding his tail. Jaejoong whimpers and rubs against the soft fur with his toes. Yunho shivers, grunting as he pumps his hips faster.
Jaejoong’s fingers dig into his shoulders, and their lips meet again and again for more kisses and licks.
“Let me, let me ...” Jaejoong pushes at his hip and Yunho lifts his so Jaejoong can wrap a hand around his cock. He strokes quickly, biting his lip against moans, and his body pulses around Yunho’s cock, and Yunho stops for a moment before knocking Jaejoong’s hand away and replacing it with his own.
Jaejoong keens, body tight and on edge. He’s panting and whimpering, moving his hips for just that much needed relief from Yunho’s cock, and then he’s coming, screaming, and shuddering through his orgasm and painting his chest and stomach in thick ropes of white.
Yunho’s eyes shut at the tightness around his cock. He takes his hand away, pulls out, and uses Jaejoong’s come to stroke himself off. Only a few pumps of his hand before thrusting back inside him and thrusting fast, slapping their bodies together, until he comes and shudders and collapses, his release pumping into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong’s arms wrap around his back, and lips and tongue and teeth nip at his neck.
Yunho purrs, loud and heavy, as their bodies relax.
Content. Happy.
Yunho lifts his head and smiles down at Jaejoong. “Master is amazing.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong moans, “so is Honey. Such sweet Honey.”
Yunho pushes up and shivers as his cock slips from Jaejoong. He presses his fingers inside him instead, just for a moment and pulls them out covered in come. He slips them over Jaejoong’s lips and his Master licks them clean.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong whispers. “Sweet, sweet honey.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong wakes up pleasantly sore and content. Yunho is on his stomach next to him, one hand flung over Jaejoong’s chest and their legs twisted together. Yunho’s hair is a mess and there is a purpling bite on his shoulder. Jaejoong traces it with a fingertip.
Yunho starts purring as Jaejoong’s hand travels down his body.
His catboy is gorgeous. Perfect. Amazing. His strong back, thick thighs (oh god his thighs), and sculpted shoulders. Jaejoong turns to his side to touch more skin and massages Yunho’s ass. And then his tail, rubbing his hand up the brown and white striped fur.
Yunho’s purrs get louder.
Jaejoong curls on top of him, lips against his shoulder, hand cupping his ass and fingers slipping into his cleft.
“Master,” Yunho moans and moves his hand. The bottle of lube is clutched in clawed fingers.
Jaejoong chuckles and takes it. He slicks up his fingers and slides one from the base of his tail to his entrance.
Yunho meows, a pleading noise that has Jaejoong’s cock throbbing. He presses in two fingers, adding his own desperate moans to Yunho’s at how tight his body is. He kisses up the back of his neck, moving his hair with his nose.
“Master,” he gasps. “Master, please.”
Jaejoong shifts behind him on his knees. With a firm grip on his hips, he pulls Yunho to his knees. He pushes three fingers into him and leans down to kiss and lick the skin just at the edge of his tail.
“Please,” Yunho said again, this time with a desperate meow at the end of it.
Jaejoong dumps lube onto his erection and strokes himself a few times. He lines himself up, uses his fingers for direction, and pushes into Yunho’s body. He shuts his eyes with a moan, pulls out and presses back in. He stops, tries to catch his breath.
“Master, please,” Yunho whimpers, and Jaejoong smiles at him while sliding his hands over his gorgeous thighs.
“Patience, Honey.”
Yunho grumbles and tears into the pillow with his nails.
Jaejoong laughs. “Gonna pay for that.”
“You’re gonna pay if you don’t fucking move.”
Jaejoong laughs louder and slides his hands up Yunho’s back. “Such a sexy, demanding kitty.” He gets a good grip on Yunho’s tense thighs and thrusts. After less than a minute, Jaejoong decides that being inside Yunho is probably the best feeling in the world. Well, second best, having Yunho inside him the night before felt pretty damn good.
Fucking hell. They are a tie. Both feelings. Both awesome.
Yunho’s yowls echo around the bedroom. He meets Jaejoong’s thrusts and slaps their bodies together. His tail tightens around Jaejoong and Jaejoong can’t handle the tightness around his cock. After only a few minutes, he vows to outlast his cat one of these days, but not this day.
“Fuck, Yunho Honey, fuck.” He presses a hand between Yunho’s shoulders, body pressed against his as he empties himself into his catboy and shudders through his orgasm.
Yunho continues to purr and roll his hips back. But it’s too sensitive so Jaejoong pulls out and lands on his back next to him.
Yunho pouts at him and Jaejoong smiles. “Hang on a second.”
Yunho crawls over him, purring even louder as they kiss. It really is so easy to wrap his legs around Yunho’s body and moan when their cocks brush together.
Jaejoong’s phone rings with Junsu’s ringtone.
“Fucking hell,” Jaejoong gasps and tilts his head back, arm scrambling for his phone on the bedside table.
Yunho bites at his neck and down his chest, licking at the butterfly tattoo. His tongue goes over his nipple just as Jaejoong answers the call with a breathy hello.
Junsu laughs. “Not a good time?”
Jaejoong moans.
“I seem to be calling you at bad times.”
“Maybe you should stop calling.”
Junsu snorts. “Maybe you should come into work when you say you will.”
“I’m ... sick,” Jaejoong says with a gasp as Yunho’s fingers press into his body. He rocks his body up.
“Sick, my ass.”
The phone is taken from his hands and Jaejoong protests until Yunho places his other hand over Jaejoong’s mouth.
“Hi,” Yunho says. “Can he call you back, please? ... Yes, I’m about to shove my dick in his ass, it really isn’t a good time ... I know, he’s such a dirty, naughty Master, isn’t he?”
Jaejoong moans.
“He doesn’t have to sit down for his job, right? ... Good, because he won’t be able to.”
“Oh fucking god.”
Yunho leans over and kisses him. “Junsu says you can come in late, but he wants to meet this god of yours.”
Jaejoong whimpers and nods.
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho smirks as his Master limps into his salon. A man whistles at him. A few of the other stylists smile and laugh. His master glowers and flips them off before going to the front desk.
“Oh my god, are you the sex god?” the man who whistled says loudly. He has pink hair and piercings in his lip, nose, eyebrow and ears. It’s hard not to get distracted with the way the light flickers through the piercings. Yunho really wants to touch. Maybe he’ll get Jaejoong to pierce his lip and give him something else to play with besides the piercings in his ears.
“You must be Junsu,” Yunho says and smiles. He must be polite to this one if only because Jaejoong told him they are on-again, off-again lovers. He vows to never give Jaejoong a reason to go back on-again with him.
“Wow. Your hair is amazing. No wonder Jaejoong likes you.”
Yunho smiles and twists his head so Junsu can see the intricacies of his design. He’s spent a lot of years learning how to hide his ears underneath it.
“Actually,” Yunho says, “it’s the thighs.”
Junsu throws his head back and laughs. “Oh my god, Jaejoong!”
“Shut up!”
“And the cock,” Yunho adds.
Junsu clings to his shoulder to keep himself up while he laughs. Yunho smiles at Jaejoong, who is flushing almost as pink as Junsu’s hair. He winks at him.
Junsu finally calms down enough to lead Yunho to a couch where their customers wait. One of the other girls hands him a cup of tea that he takes with a polite thank you.
“So, we know why Jaejoong likes you,” Junsu says, “why do you like him?”
Yunho smiles at Jaejoong, sips his tea and says, “Because he is a good master,” throwing Junsu into another bout of laughter that is much harder to tame.
It’s only a couple hours later (hours that Yunho has spent comfortably watching his Master work, and Jaejoong is so good at what he does), that the door opens and Yunho launches to his feet, hissing before remembering himself.
Jihoon smirks at him. “Down kitty,” he says, and for a moment Yunho wonders if he’s been revealed, but even self-satisfied assholes are always shocked when faced with his ears and tail.
“Get out,” Yunho says.
“I second that,” Junsu says. “Jihoon, you do not have an appointment today.”
“I doubt he does either.”
“True, but he’s welcome here, you are not.”
“Hello, My Rose,” Jihoon calls through the salon.
Yunho has to take a very deep breath and control himself, but can’t help but ask, “Are you calling him that because of the red bites I left all over his body this morning?”
Jihoon glares at him.
“Don’t make me call the police,” Junsu says.
“There is nothing that says I cannot be here. I thought you were getting a restraining order.”
“We have the right to refuse service to anyone we want,” Jaejoong says from his station where he is looking at hair and not at Jihoon. “And I own this place. It’s mine. You’re trespassing.”
“The building is not yours.”
Jaejoong does not say anything, but sets down his scissors. His hands are shaking, and Yunho does not know how to fix this for him. He can’t in the same way he did last time. So he turns to Junsu and says, “Please call the police.”
Junsu picks up the phone.
Jaejoong says his name, and bites his lip. Indecisive.
Yunho looks over at him and decides that yes, he can solve the problem the same way, because even Jaejoong’s customer is glaring at Jihoon. He moves into the salon and smiles and Jaejoong does not stop him from sliding a hand around his waist and brushing bangs from his eyes.
“Please, Master,” Yunho whispers, and the girl in the chair gasps, but she’s the only one who has heard. “Please, Master. Just let us do this.”
Junsu talks into the phone, but Jihoon sits on the couch and flips through the magazines, nonchalant. Arrogant.
Yunho wants to scratch his eyes out. He feels his eyes narrow to slits, and again he has to keep himself from hissing.
Jaejoong finally leans into his shoulder. “Okay, Honey. Okay.”
“You have five minutes,” Junsu says and puts down the phone.
“My Rose doesn’t want me to leave.”
“Yes, I do,” Jaejoong says and turns his head, resting his cheek on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho feels him smile. “I want you to leave and then leave me alone. There will be a restraining order against you.”
Jihoon stands up and smiles sweetly at him. “We belong together, My Pet.”
Yunho inhales sharply and suddenly understands why Jaejoong did not want to call him Pet.
There is a collective sigh when Jihoon turns around and leaves the salon. When the police arrive, one of them actually finds Jihoon at another store down the street, and Jaejoong reluctantly, though forcefully, says that he wants a restraining order. The police talk to everyone in the salon, even Yunho, who tells them about the day that Jihoon had come to Jaejoong’s apartment. A building with an access code that Jihoon does not have.
Yunho knows that Jaejoong feels badly about it, not about barring Jihoon from his life, but creating such an inconvenience for everyone else. That is part of Jaejoong’s problem and part of why Yunho is falling in love with him. Jaejoong is so selfless.
Maybe not in bed, where he is a demanding slut, which is another reason why Yunho his falling in love with him.
When the police finally leave, Junsu kicks them out of the salon, with an order for Yunho, “to put a smile back on his face.”
Yunho hopes he can.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong hates feeling caged in his own home, but he understands why Junsu and Yunho are ganging up on him to stay inside. Just for the week. Until the restraining order is official. But he is restless the next few days, so he cooks and cleans and designs his next tattoo: a cluster of plumerias in a pool of honey dripping over the words “HONEY”. For a bit of fun, he draws a few bees flying above the flowers. A quick sketch to take to the shop.
“I like it,” Yunho says and kisses his shoulder.
“I like you,” Jaejoong replies and looks up.
Yunho laughs and settles into his lap, purring and rubbing against his chin. “Should we go out tonight? You’ve been in this apartment for too long.”
Jaejoong sighs, arms wrapping around Yunho’s naked waist and sliding down to his thigh. His purring increases. It’s amazing how relaxing that is.
“Just for ice cream. Down the street. That’s all.”
Jaejoong agrees, but only to make Yunho feel better. He really does not want to get off the couch. “You’ll have to put clothes on.”
Yunho licks at his chin. “You’ll have to take them off me later, that’s worth putting them on.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Go get dressed.” Yunho presses a firm kiss to his lips before standing and swaying his way through the apartment. Jaejoong’s mouth waters (as it always does) at the sight of his naked thighs, ass and tail. He shuts his eyes, leans his head back on the couch and tries not to think of anything, especially not of Yunho’s body. But that’s better than thinking of other things.
“Are you going to change?” Yunho asks.
Jaejoong glances over at him, dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt that is molded to his chest. He licks his lips. Yunho laughs and goes into the bathroom. Jaejoong stands up and heads to the bedroom to change from his sweatpants. He slips off his sweats and stops, staring at the braided collar on the bedside table. Yunho never wears it when they go out for obvious reasons.
Jaejoong fingers the leather and decides that if he can’t talk Yunho into staying in the house, then he’ll convince him.
---
Yunho is about to go into the room to check on Jaejoong when his master finally comes out.
Naked. Fucking naked. He stares at tattooed skin and licks his lips. He’s about to admonish him, say something about going out, when he catches sight of ears on his head, a collar ... his collar ... on his neck.
He moans.
Jaejoong smiles and drops to his hands and knees and crawls to him. His eyes shut with a low groan, and Yunho understands why. The fluffy tail plug he found last week in a drawer is shoved up Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong rubs his face on Yunho’s jean-clad thigh and meows.
“Fucking hell,” Yunho mutters and sits before he falls over. Jaejoong crawls between his legs and rubs against his crotch. Yunho grips the collar and yanks on it.
Jaejoong pouts at him, sitting back on his knees. There is a ring of blue at the base of his erection, and silvery clamps on his nipples, already pulled tight from the chain attached to the hoop on the collar. There’s also a leash. A fucking leash.
Yunho wraps it around his hand and pulls, sliding his other hand around the back of Jaejoong’s neck.
Jaejoong meows.
“God damn it, you should come with a warning label.”
With a smirk, Jaejoong strokes cock. “Warning. Contents under pressure.”
Growling, Yunho leans forward to kiss him and ponders all the different ways he can play with his master.
(=^ェ^=) 1 month later (=^ェ^=)
“You’re an idiot,” Junsu says as he inspects the bright red skin and brightly colored tattoo now etched into Jaejoong’s skin just above his hip. Right at his waist.
Jaejoong smiles. “Why?”
Junsu rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t get someone’s name tattooed on your skin.”
“Coulda sworn I had your name etched into my back, or do I need to make sure it’s still there?”
Junsu waves that away. “That’s different. We’re not dating. We’re best friends. I saved your ass and your life and your business. You love me. My name deserves to be permanently marked on your body.”
“This isn’t even Yunho’s name.”
“Please,” Junsu drawls with another eye roll. “I’ve heard you call him 'Honey' so many times that it might as well be his official name.”
Jaejoong smiles over at his pretty catboy, who smiles back. “It's fine. And besides. I love my Honey, too.”
Yunho’s smile widens even more and he launches himself over to Jaejoong’s lap. Their lips collide and Jaejoong winces when Yunho’s jeans drag over the tender skin at the new tattoo.
“Disgusting,” Junsu mutters and a moment later the door shuts behind him.
Yunho starts purring as soon as he’s gone. He pulls away from Jaejoong’s lips and smiles. “You love me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not allowed, Master.”
Jaejoong pouts.
“And it is definitely not allowed for me to love you back.”
“Do you?”
“Stupid human,” Yunho murmurs as their lips meet again.
“Ya!” Jaejoong shouts and pushes him away.
Yunho smiles and trails a claw over his cheek and the backs of his fingers over his neck. Jaejoong grumbles even as their lips meet again and he pushes his hands into the back of Yunho’s jeans. His tail suddenly waves behind and Jaejoong runs a finger over the soft fur.
Their lips part for only a moment, a moment just long enough for Yunho to whisper, “I love you, Master.”
“I love you, Honey,” is muffled by Yunho’s demanding mouth.
Part 1: Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. - Robert Green Ingersoll
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