A Knight of Fire 4/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 4/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 4:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong broke the kiss first. He smiled at Yunho and turned in his arms. He took Yunho’s hand and led him through his study, past his sitting room, and to his bedroom. The fire glowed red in the hearth, warming the room. He moved to build it up for light, but Yunho held him still, lifted his hand and flicked his fingers.
Four tiny balls of flame shot across the room, to the candles on the bedside tables. They flared with light.
Jaejoong gaped for a moment and then turned and smiled. “Show off.”
Yunho laughed, moved past Jaejoong and sat on the bed. “Come here.”
“Hang on.” He loosened the belt of his tunic, grabbed the hem, and pulled it off.
“You have inkwork?” Yunho said in surprise.
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah, it’s a standard practice in the city. I have a bit of an obsession with it though.” He kept his back to Yunho but moved closer. Light flared behind him, and heat brushed over his skin. The fingers that trailed down the words on his spine burned hotter than the fire.
“What does it say?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong chuckled. He guessed it was not fair to expect Yunho to know yet another language. “Without faith, you are dead.”
Yunho said nothing, but continued to touch, up his spine to the intricate wings at his shoulders. Jaejoong shut his eyes and enjoyed it until the heat disappeared.
“This one is my favorite,” he said and turned around.
This time he saw Yunho lift his hand, saw the light gather at his fingertips and form a small ball of flame. On Jaejoong’s chest, just above his left nipple was an open book, pages appearing to flutter in the flame’s light. On one side was written in the King’s Language, “Always Keep the Faith,” and on the other was a phrase that Jaejoong saw and took to heart while studying Yunho’s dialect. “Accuse no man.”
The fire snapped out and the heat of flame was replaced with the heat of Yunho’s mouth. Jaejoong moaned, knees shaking and he used Yunho’s shoulders to stay upright while his tongue traced the words and then flicked over his nipple.
“I ... I take it ... you like it,” Jaejoong said breathlessly.
Yunho’s smile glowed in the candle light. “It is an important teaching of our people. It is why we are a peaceful village. It is why we do not fight and we help each other.”
Jaejoong ran his hands through Yunho’s hair and then leaned down for a kiss. Yunho accepted it and pulled Jaejoong to him with a strong arm. Their bodies weren’t too different, though Yunho had more muscle than Jaejoong. And his body was hot against Jaejoong’s cool, pale skin. Yunho moved back until they were in the middle of the bed, skewed with their heads near the edge and their legs curled up together.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said into their kiss. “I’ve always thought so.”
Jaejoong smiled. “So are you. The first time I met you, it took all my self-discipline not to molest you in front of everyone.”
Yunho laughed. “And here I thought you’d think I was brutish.”
Jaejoong ran his fingers down Yunho’s neck and shoulder. “I did, but you’re smart. You’re kind. You’re handsome. You’re strong. In heart and in body.”
“You’re perfect,” Yunho replied and erased Jaejoong’s self-satisfied smile with a kiss.
They kissed while the candles burned down. They moved, Yunho hovering over Jaejoong or Jaejoong hovering over Yunho. Their hands rubbed over bare skin, lips sometimes following, but Jaejoong knew that he was going to need Yunho’s mouth to survive. He needed his lips and his tongue and his whispers, moans and gasps.
“I don’t want to go,” Jaejoong suddenly said, chest tightening, fingers clinging desperately to Yunho’s hair.
He smiled down at him and ran his fingers over Jaejoong’s cheek. “I don’t want you to go.”
Their kiss returned, heavy and insistent. Jaejoong fought his emotions and lost, dripping tears down his own cheeks and pulling at Yunho’s hair.
Yunho wiped them away and kissed him again, and then again. He settled his weight on top of Jaejoong, spread his legs, and Jaejoong moaned at the press against his body, the feel of Yunho’s erection, firm and hot, on his thigh.
“The last time I did this,” he gasped and rocked his hips down, “I accidently burned off his clothes.”
Jaejoong did not want to ask with who, but he was pretty sure it was Junsu. He smiled and pushed Yunho back enough to unfasten his breaches and Yunho pulled them off. His own underclothes fell easily from his hips, leaving them both naked in the dim light.
Jaejoong bit his lip, nervous, but asked for what he wanted anyway. “Fire,” he whispered. “I ... the heat, the feel of it, please.”
Yunho frowned. “What?”
“You will not burn me, I know that. But please, just ... like before. Use your fire to look at me, to see me, please.”
Yunho smiled when he understood. “You look beautiful in the light of my fire.” He held out his fingers and gathered flame in his palm. He lowered both hands, bringing the flame even closer to Jaejoong’s skin. His breathing sped up, but not from fear. It felt amazing. He had no idea why. Not at first, but while Yunho’s other hand traced the pages of the book on one side of his chest and the wings of a brightly inked butterfly on the other, he understood.
Trust. That’s what it was. It wasn’t the fire, it wasn’t the flame. It was the trust that Jaejoong had in Yunho that made him so hard, so close to bursting. The flame moved lower and the heat pulsed against his erection, and Jaejoong amended that and decided that it was mostly trust. And the rest was heat.
The flame died and Yunho’s hot hand closed around his erection.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching off the bed. Yunho pumped him slowly and went back to his lips for more heated kisses.
“Do you have oil?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Drawer.”
Yunho smiled and continued stroking, but he moved his mouth down Jaejoong’s chest. He stopped for a moment at both nipples and then continued down to the inked words below his belly button.
“How many languages do you have inked into your body?”
Jaejoong laughed breathlessly.
“What does this one say?”
Jaejoong choked on his reply as Yunho ran his tongue along the words and up into his belly button. “God, fuck.”
Yunho chuckled. “Doubtful. What does it say?”
His warm fingers went next, followed by a quick strip of heat and a flash of flame.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths and gasped, “Love and do ... do what ... what you wish.”
“I like it.”
Jaejoong nodded. “My family expected ... me to ... god. Stop for two seconds.”
Yunho laughed against his skin and slowed the strokes of his hand.
“Never mind. Talk later?”
Yunho nodded. “Definitely.” He engulfed Jaejoong’s erection and bobbed his head. Jaejoong gripped his hair, hips rising with a shout.
Yunho chuckled again, but did not let up, taking Jaejoong into his throat. His warm hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently. A single finger teased the curves of his ass and Jaejoong whimpered. He shifted and bent his knees, spread his legs more and trying to lift his butt off the bed without dislodging Yunho’s mouth from his cock.
“Oil,” Yunho reminded him, but helped push at Jaejoong’s thighs.
Jaejoong grabbed behind knees and glared. “Later.”
With a chuckled, Yunho nodded and traced a fingertip along the curve of his ass. He did it again, his fingers just a few degrees hotter, and Jaejoong moaned at the control Yunho had over his gift. One finger turned to two and then three, and he moved them up and down his cleft, barely brushing his twitching opening with heat.
“Please, please, please.”
Yunho laughed. “Oil.”
“God, fine!” He spun around, almost kicking Yunho in the head and reached for his drawer. Before he could get there, hands slid up his back and a tongue traced his spine. Jaejoong shivered, gripping the blanket tightly. Yunho’s heavy erection settled against the cleft of his ass and Jaejoong moaned and spread his legs. Lips landed hot against his shoulder and then the base of his neck. Yunho thrust against him softly and snuck a hand under his hip. Jaejoong pulled his hips up, getting knees under him and spread his legs. Yunho stroked his cock while continuing to thrust against Jaejoong’s body and suck at his neck.
Heat traveled up his side, followed by a warm hand.
“Want you,” Yunho gasped into his ear.
Jaejoong whimpered and forced himself to pull away, wincing at the twist of his erection when Yunho didn’t let go. He dove for his drawer and pulled out his pot of oil. In his haste, he almost dropped it, but juggled it and dripped oil onto his thighs and stomach.
Yunho took the pot from his hands. He dipped his fingers into it, and then put it onto a table. Rubbing his fingers together, a short flame twisted into the air.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped and followed Yunho’s directions, on his back, legs spread, hands gripping his knees.
The hot oil touched his entrance and Jaejoong gasped.
“Too warm?” Yunho asked in concern.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. Perfect. God, perfect.”
A finger breached him, spreading heat up his spine. Yunho removed his fingers for a moment to get more oil. Again a flash of flame heated it before Yunho pressed the finger back into him.
Jaejoong moaned in delight. It’d been much too long since Jaejoong had been on the receiving end of sex, but god, it felt more amazing with Yunho. A second finger pressed in with the first and Jaejoong gasped. He let go of a knee and held out his hand, moving his fingers in desperation. “Kiss me. Please, kiss me.”
Yunho stilled his fingers to do as he was asked, leaning over Jaejoong’s body with his other hand holding him up. Jaejoong curled his hips up, to keep Yunho’s fingers in his body. Their lips met just as Yunho moved them, and Jaejoong gasped at the heat spreading along his skin. It wasn’t from fire. Just from Yunho.
“Are you ready?” Yunho asked, voice tight. “I cannot ... please.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please, please. Want you.”
“Want you.”
“Take me.”
Yunho shivered and pulled his fingers free. He paused only long enough to get more oil. Again the heat flared, and he shut his eyes when his own hot fingers encircled his erection. Jaejoong eyed it and thought that maybe Yunho should use three fingers first, and then Yunho leaned over him, hand by his head. He held his erection down and pressed forward. They both moaned as Jaejoong was breached and his hips rose, helping Yunho into his body.
Yeah, one more finger would have been a good idea.
His throat tightened, closed up, and he clawed at Yunho’s shoulders.
Yunho paused, but only for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in, deeper, wetter, hotter.
Jaejoong whimpered. The stretch was almost unbearable. And then Yunho kissed him, hips snapping forward, swallowing his cry of surprise. His other hand gripped Jaejoong’s cock, stroking him back to hardness. Yunho’s entire body shook. Their kiss broke, their mouths brushing and breathing the other in.
Jaejoong’s legs tightened and pulled Yunho deeper, and he cried out, hot skin against hot skin. Yunho growled in reply, hair falling into his face, blocking his eyes, and Jaejoong reached up, pulled the strands away and kissed him, turning his head to where he wanted it for heavier kisses. He rocked up as Yunho thrust down. The bed slid over the stone floors, the blankets bunched around them, and the wooden posts smacked into the wall.
Yunho grabbed behind his knee, shifting his body up and bending Jaejoong’s further. He thrust faster this way, even though they were no longer kissing, and Jaejoong managed to get a hand on his own erection to stroke himself off. Fingers danced over his inner thigh, followed quickly by a bright burst of flame. The skin burned lightly and Jaejoong whimpered, but his body shook with pleasure and Yunho understood, doing it again, letting the fire even closer to his skin. Jaejoong shivered, eyes on the light, on the flicker, and then on Yunho’s face. He wanted more kisses. He wanted their skin together.
Quickly, he pushed Yunho away, and Yunho went with a grunt and fell to his back. Jaejoong climbed over him, reached behind him and held up Yunho’s erection. He sat, taking Yunho into his stretched body all at once.
Yunho’s hot hands went to his hips and Jaejoong dropped down just as Yunho thrust up. He fell forward, let Yunho thrust into him, and gripped Yunho’s sweaty hair with his hands and demanded the kisses he so desperately needed. Yunho’s hands gripped his ass, and the warmth and pressure drove Jaejoong toward madness. The bed continued to rock, the wax in the candles splattered onto the table tops.
He felt the energy in Yunho’s hands, felt the heat and the fire in Yunho’s core. He wished he could roll around in it, bathe in it, touch it. Instead, he put his hands on Yunho’s chest, pushed his hips down to make Yunho still and then took the energy he wanted from his cock. His nails dug into Yunho’s muscles and he lifted himself up and down, head thrown back, eyes shut at the perfect union of their bodies.
Yunho gripped his cock, and Jaejoong moaned.
“Jaejoong,” he said. “Look. Watch me.”
Jaejoong didn’t want to. He wanted to speed up and come, and if he stopped, he’d have to think. But he did, slowing enough to look down at his gorgeous lover.
Yunho held his cock in one hand, and a little flame danced on the fingertip of the other.
Jaejoong moaned and gasped as Yunho started stroking him. The fingertip drew closer to his cock, a flaring of heat at the slit and then it was gone as Yunho touched the soft head. The next fingertip burned brighter, and it was almost too hot as Yunho played with the slit.
The third finger burned, and it actually sizzled out in the precome that pulsed from Jaejoong’s erection.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and fucked himself on Yunho’s cock. His hands kept moving, one at the slit, teasing with burning fingers, and the other up and down the shaft. Jaejoong whimpered, words forming in every language he knew, until everything was bright, everything was on fire, and he screamed, calling out, “Yunho, Yunho, Yunho,” until his body shattered and the heat exploded and he came hard, shaking through his orgasm and splattering Yunho with his release. His elbows collapsed and Yunho held him up with a hand at his shoulder. His hips were moving even though it was hard with Jaejoong trying to recover, trying to bring Yunho pleasure too.
He needn’t have worried.
Yunho yanked him down by his hair, kissed him while shifting his legs and gripping Jaejoong’s ass. He held him in a position, muscles straining and thrust up, faster than Jaejoong could handle. But it wasn’t long until he was moaning, biting down too hard on Jaejoong’s lip and then shouting out his own release, body shuddering as he pumped Jaejoong full of come.
He collapsed in the last moment, groaning deeply as they both fell apart.
Jaejoong buried his face in Yunho’s sweaty neck, breathing deeply. He smelled like ash and fire. Heat.
His head still swam with pleasure when Yunho turned his head and lips pressed against his ear.
“Don’t go, please, don’t go.”
Jaejoong did not answer. He could not because he did not have the breath to do so. He could not because he knew he would cry again. He could not because how do you break someone’s fragile heart when it had only belonged to you for a little while?
Yunho held him just a little tighter.
Part 5: Sprout
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 4:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong broke the kiss first. He smiled at Yunho and turned in his arms. He took Yunho’s hand and led him through his study, past his sitting room, and to his bedroom. The fire glowed red in the hearth, warming the room. He moved to build it up for light, but Yunho held him still, lifted his hand and flicked his fingers.
Four tiny balls of flame shot across the room, to the candles on the bedside tables. They flared with light.
Jaejoong gaped for a moment and then turned and smiled. “Show off.”
Yunho laughed, moved past Jaejoong and sat on the bed. “Come here.”
“Hang on.” He loosened the belt of his tunic, grabbed the hem, and pulled it off.
“You have inkwork?” Yunho said in surprise.
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah, it’s a standard practice in the city. I have a bit of an obsession with it though.” He kept his back to Yunho but moved closer. Light flared behind him, and heat brushed over his skin. The fingers that trailed down the words on his spine burned hotter than the fire.
“What does it say?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong chuckled. He guessed it was not fair to expect Yunho to know yet another language. “Without faith, you are dead.”
Yunho said nothing, but continued to touch, up his spine to the intricate wings at his shoulders. Jaejoong shut his eyes and enjoyed it until the heat disappeared.
“This one is my favorite,” he said and turned around.
This time he saw Yunho lift his hand, saw the light gather at his fingertips and form a small ball of flame. On Jaejoong’s chest, just above his left nipple was an open book, pages appearing to flutter in the flame’s light. On one side was written in the King’s Language, “Always Keep the Faith,” and on the other was a phrase that Jaejoong saw and took to heart while studying Yunho’s dialect. “Accuse no man.”
The fire snapped out and the heat of flame was replaced with the heat of Yunho’s mouth. Jaejoong moaned, knees shaking and he used Yunho’s shoulders to stay upright while his tongue traced the words and then flicked over his nipple.
“I ... I take it ... you like it,” Jaejoong said breathlessly.
Yunho’s smile glowed in the candle light. “It is an important teaching of our people. It is why we are a peaceful village. It is why we do not fight and we help each other.”
Jaejoong ran his hands through Yunho’s hair and then leaned down for a kiss. Yunho accepted it and pulled Jaejoong to him with a strong arm. Their bodies weren’t too different, though Yunho had more muscle than Jaejoong. And his body was hot against Jaejoong’s cool, pale skin. Yunho moved back until they were in the middle of the bed, skewed with their heads near the edge and their legs curled up together.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said into their kiss. “I’ve always thought so.”
Jaejoong smiled. “So are you. The first time I met you, it took all my self-discipline not to molest you in front of everyone.”
Yunho laughed. “And here I thought you’d think I was brutish.”
Jaejoong ran his fingers down Yunho’s neck and shoulder. “I did, but you’re smart. You’re kind. You’re handsome. You’re strong. In heart and in body.”
“You’re perfect,” Yunho replied and erased Jaejoong’s self-satisfied smile with a kiss.
They kissed while the candles burned down. They moved, Yunho hovering over Jaejoong or Jaejoong hovering over Yunho. Their hands rubbed over bare skin, lips sometimes following, but Jaejoong knew that he was going to need Yunho’s mouth to survive. He needed his lips and his tongue and his whispers, moans and gasps.
“I don’t want to go,” Jaejoong suddenly said, chest tightening, fingers clinging desperately to Yunho’s hair.
He smiled down at him and ran his fingers over Jaejoong’s cheek. “I don’t want you to go.”
Their kiss returned, heavy and insistent. Jaejoong fought his emotions and lost, dripping tears down his own cheeks and pulling at Yunho’s hair.
Yunho wiped them away and kissed him again, and then again. He settled his weight on top of Jaejoong, spread his legs, and Jaejoong moaned at the press against his body, the feel of Yunho’s erection, firm and hot, on his thigh.
“The last time I did this,” he gasped and rocked his hips down, “I accidently burned off his clothes.”
Jaejoong did not want to ask with who, but he was pretty sure it was Junsu. He smiled and pushed Yunho back enough to unfasten his breaches and Yunho pulled them off. His own underclothes fell easily from his hips, leaving them both naked in the dim light.
Jaejoong bit his lip, nervous, but asked for what he wanted anyway. “Fire,” he whispered. “I ... the heat, the feel of it, please.”
Yunho frowned. “What?”
“You will not burn me, I know that. But please, just ... like before. Use your fire to look at me, to see me, please.”
Yunho smiled when he understood. “You look beautiful in the light of my fire.” He held out his fingers and gathered flame in his palm. He lowered both hands, bringing the flame even closer to Jaejoong’s skin. His breathing sped up, but not from fear. It felt amazing. He had no idea why. Not at first, but while Yunho’s other hand traced the pages of the book on one side of his chest and the wings of a brightly inked butterfly on the other, he understood.
Trust. That’s what it was. It wasn’t the fire, it wasn’t the flame. It was the trust that Jaejoong had in Yunho that made him so hard, so close to bursting. The flame moved lower and the heat pulsed against his erection, and Jaejoong amended that and decided that it was mostly trust. And the rest was heat.
The flame died and Yunho’s hot hand closed around his erection.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching off the bed. Yunho pumped him slowly and went back to his lips for more heated kisses.
“Do you have oil?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Drawer.”
Yunho smiled and continued stroking, but he moved his mouth down Jaejoong’s chest. He stopped for a moment at both nipples and then continued down to the inked words below his belly button.
“How many languages do you have inked into your body?”
Jaejoong laughed breathlessly.
“What does this one say?”
Jaejoong choked on his reply as Yunho ran his tongue along the words and up into his belly button. “God, fuck.”
Yunho chuckled. “Doubtful. What does it say?”
His warm fingers went next, followed by a quick strip of heat and a flash of flame.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths and gasped, “Love and do ... do what ... what you wish.”
“I like it.”
Jaejoong nodded. “My family expected ... me to ... god. Stop for two seconds.”
Yunho laughed against his skin and slowed the strokes of his hand.
“Never mind. Talk later?”
Yunho nodded. “Definitely.” He engulfed Jaejoong’s erection and bobbed his head. Jaejoong gripped his hair, hips rising with a shout.
Yunho chuckled again, but did not let up, taking Jaejoong into his throat. His warm hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently. A single finger teased the curves of his ass and Jaejoong whimpered. He shifted and bent his knees, spread his legs more and trying to lift his butt off the bed without dislodging Yunho’s mouth from his cock.
“Oil,” Yunho reminded him, but helped push at Jaejoong’s thighs.
Jaejoong grabbed behind knees and glared. “Later.”
With a chuckled, Yunho nodded and traced a fingertip along the curve of his ass. He did it again, his fingers just a few degrees hotter, and Jaejoong moaned at the control Yunho had over his gift. One finger turned to two and then three, and he moved them up and down his cleft, barely brushing his twitching opening with heat.
“Please, please, please.”
Yunho laughed. “Oil.”
“God, fine!” He spun around, almost kicking Yunho in the head and reached for his drawer. Before he could get there, hands slid up his back and a tongue traced his spine. Jaejoong shivered, gripping the blanket tightly. Yunho’s heavy erection settled against the cleft of his ass and Jaejoong moaned and spread his legs. Lips landed hot against his shoulder and then the base of his neck. Yunho thrust against him softly and snuck a hand under his hip. Jaejoong pulled his hips up, getting knees under him and spread his legs. Yunho stroked his cock while continuing to thrust against Jaejoong’s body and suck at his neck.
Heat traveled up his side, followed by a warm hand.
“Want you,” Yunho gasped into his ear.
Jaejoong whimpered and forced himself to pull away, wincing at the twist of his erection when Yunho didn’t let go. He dove for his drawer and pulled out his pot of oil. In his haste, he almost dropped it, but juggled it and dripped oil onto his thighs and stomach.
Yunho took the pot from his hands. He dipped his fingers into it, and then put it onto a table. Rubbing his fingers together, a short flame twisted into the air.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped and followed Yunho’s directions, on his back, legs spread, hands gripping his knees.
The hot oil touched his entrance and Jaejoong gasped.
“Too warm?” Yunho asked in concern.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. Perfect. God, perfect.”
A finger breached him, spreading heat up his spine. Yunho removed his fingers for a moment to get more oil. Again a flash of flame heated it before Yunho pressed the finger back into him.
Jaejoong moaned in delight. It’d been much too long since Jaejoong had been on the receiving end of sex, but god, it felt more amazing with Yunho. A second finger pressed in with the first and Jaejoong gasped. He let go of a knee and held out his hand, moving his fingers in desperation. “Kiss me. Please, kiss me.”
Yunho stilled his fingers to do as he was asked, leaning over Jaejoong’s body with his other hand holding him up. Jaejoong curled his hips up, to keep Yunho’s fingers in his body. Their lips met just as Yunho moved them, and Jaejoong gasped at the heat spreading along his skin. It wasn’t from fire. Just from Yunho.
“Are you ready?” Yunho asked, voice tight. “I cannot ... please.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please, please. Want you.”
“Want you.”
“Take me.”
Yunho shivered and pulled his fingers free. He paused only long enough to get more oil. Again the heat flared, and he shut his eyes when his own hot fingers encircled his erection. Jaejoong eyed it and thought that maybe Yunho should use three fingers first, and then Yunho leaned over him, hand by his head. He held his erection down and pressed forward. They both moaned as Jaejoong was breached and his hips rose, helping Yunho into his body.
Yeah, one more finger would have been a good idea.
His throat tightened, closed up, and he clawed at Yunho’s shoulders.
Yunho paused, but only for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in, deeper, wetter, hotter.
Jaejoong whimpered. The stretch was almost unbearable. And then Yunho kissed him, hips snapping forward, swallowing his cry of surprise. His other hand gripped Jaejoong’s cock, stroking him back to hardness. Yunho’s entire body shook. Their kiss broke, their mouths brushing and breathing the other in.
Jaejoong’s legs tightened and pulled Yunho deeper, and he cried out, hot skin against hot skin. Yunho growled in reply, hair falling into his face, blocking his eyes, and Jaejoong reached up, pulled the strands away and kissed him, turning his head to where he wanted it for heavier kisses. He rocked up as Yunho thrust down. The bed slid over the stone floors, the blankets bunched around them, and the wooden posts smacked into the wall.
Yunho grabbed behind his knee, shifting his body up and bending Jaejoong’s further. He thrust faster this way, even though they were no longer kissing, and Jaejoong managed to get a hand on his own erection to stroke himself off. Fingers danced over his inner thigh, followed quickly by a bright burst of flame. The skin burned lightly and Jaejoong whimpered, but his body shook with pleasure and Yunho understood, doing it again, letting the fire even closer to his skin. Jaejoong shivered, eyes on the light, on the flicker, and then on Yunho’s face. He wanted more kisses. He wanted their skin together.
Quickly, he pushed Yunho away, and Yunho went with a grunt and fell to his back. Jaejoong climbed over him, reached behind him and held up Yunho’s erection. He sat, taking Yunho into his stretched body all at once.
Yunho’s hot hands went to his hips and Jaejoong dropped down just as Yunho thrust up. He fell forward, let Yunho thrust into him, and gripped Yunho’s sweaty hair with his hands and demanded the kisses he so desperately needed. Yunho’s hands gripped his ass, and the warmth and pressure drove Jaejoong toward madness. The bed continued to rock, the wax in the candles splattered onto the table tops.
He felt the energy in Yunho’s hands, felt the heat and the fire in Yunho’s core. He wished he could roll around in it, bathe in it, touch it. Instead, he put his hands on Yunho’s chest, pushed his hips down to make Yunho still and then took the energy he wanted from his cock. His nails dug into Yunho’s muscles and he lifted himself up and down, head thrown back, eyes shut at the perfect union of their bodies.
Yunho gripped his cock, and Jaejoong moaned.
“Jaejoong,” he said. “Look. Watch me.”
Jaejoong didn’t want to. He wanted to speed up and come, and if he stopped, he’d have to think. But he did, slowing enough to look down at his gorgeous lover.
Yunho held his cock in one hand, and a little flame danced on the fingertip of the other.
Jaejoong moaned and gasped as Yunho started stroking him. The fingertip drew closer to his cock, a flaring of heat at the slit and then it was gone as Yunho touched the soft head. The next fingertip burned brighter, and it was almost too hot as Yunho played with the slit.
The third finger burned, and it actually sizzled out in the precome that pulsed from Jaejoong’s erection.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and fucked himself on Yunho’s cock. His hands kept moving, one at the slit, teasing with burning fingers, and the other up and down the shaft. Jaejoong whimpered, words forming in every language he knew, until everything was bright, everything was on fire, and he screamed, calling out, “Yunho, Yunho, Yunho,” until his body shattered and the heat exploded and he came hard, shaking through his orgasm and splattering Yunho with his release. His elbows collapsed and Yunho held him up with a hand at his shoulder. His hips were moving even though it was hard with Jaejoong trying to recover, trying to bring Yunho pleasure too.
He needn’t have worried.
Yunho yanked him down by his hair, kissed him while shifting his legs and gripping Jaejoong’s ass. He held him in a position, muscles straining and thrust up, faster than Jaejoong could handle. But it wasn’t long until he was moaning, biting down too hard on Jaejoong’s lip and then shouting out his own release, body shuddering as he pumped Jaejoong full of come.
He collapsed in the last moment, groaning deeply as they both fell apart.
Jaejoong buried his face in Yunho’s sweaty neck, breathing deeply. He smelled like ash and fire. Heat.
His head still swam with pleasure when Yunho turned his head and lips pressed against his ear.
“Don’t go, please, don’t go.”
Jaejoong did not answer. He could not because he did not have the breath to do so. He could not because he knew he would cry again. He could not because how do you break someone’s fragile heart when it had only belonged to you for a little while?
Yunho held him just a little tighter.
Part 5: Sprout
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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