Knight of Fire Epilogue
Title: A Knight of Fire Epilogue
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho, Heechul/Yoohwan
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
Epilogue:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: This epilogue is longer than pretty much every other chapter, but yeah ... still an epilogue. Enjoy!
Jaejoong stalked through the halls. Damn that scholar, where was Changmin? He had been working on writing the missives that were to be sent to all the corners of the land, but he had a question about the wording in one. “... All citizens must request an audience if they have a grievance.”
Jaejoong did not like the word “must.” It made it so the citizens did not have a choice.
But he could not change it without talking with Changmin. The young scribe was always bothering Jaejoong about something. Where was he when he needed him? He was not in the library or the kitchens or any of the studies. Jaejoong did not want to leave his work to find him and walk across the castle to his rooms, but that was where he was headed.
If Changmin had left to go visit the whorehouse, Jaejoong was going to be very mad.
He knocked on Changmin’s door, but there was no answer. He lifted the latch and it opened, so Changmin probably was not there. Jaejoong stepped into the room and then stopped at the noises from the bedroom.
Smirking, Jaejoong sauntered across the sitting room and into the bedroom. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms and watched.
Junho’s arms were lifted and spread, attached to the wooden posts of the bed with bright green vines at his wrists. Changmin had Junho’s ankles in his hands, legs in the air, and he was fucking Junho slowly. More vines wrapped around his thighs, and when Changmin pulled out, Jaejoong noted a slim green vine twisted up Junho’s cock, wrapped around the head and ended in a burst of bright red rose petals.
Junho’s moans were muffled by a thick vine gagging him.
“Did you need something, hyung?” Changmin asked, voice slightly labored.
“Nothing as important as Junho trussed up and at your mercy.”
Changmin smirked over his shoulder. “I am glad you understand that.”
“I’m changing a line to ‘all citizens may request an audience’ instead of ‘must’.”
Changmin nodded. “Good. Good. Give them the options, keep their freedom. Unlike this one.” Changmin reached down and gripped his erection. Junho moaned deeply. “He does not yet deserve his freedom.”
“I do not think he minds,” Jaejoong said and laughed.
Changmin chuckled and sped up. “No, he does not.”
Jaejoong left them alone and went back to his study. He had sat down, and only a moment later Yoohwan was there, fully dressed and decked out with a utility belt and a sword and a traveling jacket.
“Good, you’re here,” Yoohwan said. “I will be back in a couple months. I am going back home and I am going to drag Heechul here by his pretty long hair if I have to.”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. “Does your brother know this?”
Yoohwan smirked. “Of course not. He and Junsu-hyung are otherwise occupied in a way that had Junsu whimpering my brother’s name, so it is a perfect time for me to leave.”
“Great, so I have to tell him?”
“Play innocent, hyung. I was going to leave but one of you had to know where I was going.”
“Good idea.” Jaejoong grabbed a few scrolls of parchments. “Take these with you. They are the calls for messengers, you know, since that is going to be your job.”
“Changmin said it was going to take time, and that is fine, but I would rather spend the time with my lover the same way you are all spending time with your lovers.”
Jaejoong laughed and hugged him tightly. “Travel safely and swift upon the wind,” he murmurred.
“In another man’s arms again,” Yunho said from the doorway.
Yoohwan laughed and let Jaejoong go. He sauntered out of the office, pausing to hug Yunho and kiss his cheek quickly.
“Where is he going?” Yunho asked.
“Heechul.”
“Ah. Yoochun does not know?”
“Nope. Apparently, he is busy with Junsu.”
“Good.” Yunho actually sat right in his lap and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his waist. “Come to bed with me.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I have to finish-”
“The other three Elementals are all having sex right now, and you are not our slave to be worked to death while we do other things. Fun things. Come to bed with me.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay, okay, but we do not need to go to bed.” He pointed across the room to his favorite plush couch. “Go sit.”
Yunho pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before climbing off his lap and going to the couch. (THIS IS WHERE I WAS GOING TO STOP WRITING BUT SMUT ... YEAH)
Jaejoong went to the door and shut it, dropping the wooden beam into its grooves to lock it. He turned around and stared, watched as Yunho took off his clothes. Even after almost two years, he was still as awed and floored and turned on by Yunho as the very first time he saw him, half naked and splitting wood. Only the thick scar on his side ruined the perfect plane of skin, but it was a scar earned protecting his sister, and his people, so it enhanced his skin instead of ruining it.
“By the gods, you are amazing, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho smiled at him, sat on the couch and spread his legs. He put his arms along the back of the couch. Jaejoong licked his lip and just looked at him. His strong chest. His muscled arms and thick thighs and the raging erection.
Yunho held out a hand. He crooked a finger at Jaejoong, little flames sparking with each movement telling Jaejoong to come.
Jaejoong shivered and pushed away from the door. He fell on his knees between Yunho’s legs, slid his hands up his thighs and put his mouth on Yunho’s cock.
Yunho groaned and shifted, legs spreading while Jaejoong bobbed his head, taking him deeper into his mouth.
“You forgot to take off your clothes,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong paused only long enough to say “You have an efficient way of removing them” and went back to sucking.
“You will not have clothes to wear out of this study,” Yunho said, running his hands through his hair.
Jaejoong shrugged and ran his hands up Yunho’s thighs. He gasped as his hair was pulled and Yunho forced him away by his head.
“Take off your clothes, Scribe-of-Mine.”
Jaejoong pouted, but Yunho tugged on his hair again. With a huff, Jaejoong started undressing, on his knees, unable to move from his position between Yunho’s legs. Yunho only released his hair so Jaejoong could pull the tunic over his head. And then both hands went right back to his head and Yunho pulled him back to his cock.
Jaejoong hummed in delight and let Yunho force his head up and down on his cock. He reached for his own erection, but Yunho growled and told him no, and Jaejoong pouted with his eyes up at him, but put his hands on Yunho’s thighs.
The harsh touch softened. Fingers carded through his hair. Yunho sighed and relaxed, and Jaejoong slowed down, dragging his lips up the shaft and pausing to suck on the head, before lowering his mouth. Yunho trailed his fingers over the ink on Jaejoong’s shoulders.
“So pretty on your knees for me,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
The first touch of flame to his skin almost had Jaejoong biting down. He moaned at the sensation of warmth trailing down his back, like fingertips. His cock throbbed and he doubled his efforts, nails digging into Yunho’s thighs.
“In my ... pants. Oil. I brought oil.”
Jaejoong smiled to himself and bobbed his head a few more times before letting Yunho pull him off.
“Your mouth is exquisite, love.”
“So is your cock.”
Yunho laughed. “Oil. Prep yourself.”
Jaejoong shivered. “I like it when you do that.”
“I know, but I like to watch you. Get to it.” He held up a hand, a small flame dancing at his joined fingertips.
Jaejoong smiled and reached for Yunho’s pants. He found the small pot of oil in the pocket.
“Up here,” Yunho said and patted the couch.
“This isn’t really going to work if you want to watch me,” Jaejoong said, but climbed up.
“Yes, it will.” Yunho slid over. “On your knees, right here.”
Jaejoong smirked. He kneeled on the couch, ass facing Yunho, with his head on the armrest. He secured the pot of oil against the arm of the couch and dipped two fingers into it. Heated fingertips trailed down the back of his thigh.
“Perfect,” Yunho murmured and dragged his hand up to the flames inked on Jaejoong’s lower back.
Jaejoong shivered as he slipped his hand between his legs. He fought the urge to stroke his cock. His slick fingers trailed up his cleft, and he pumped one in and out of his body. He added the second one too soon and his eyes shut from the stretch. It had been quite awhile since he and Yunho had time to be together. The position was a little uncomfortable, but worth it with Yunho’s whispered praises. Little bursts of flame danced up and down his back, tracing his ink, and Jaejoong’s skin pebbled in anticipation.
Yunho did not make him wait long. The heat went down his cleft and a long finger pushed inside him. Jaejoong stilled his own fingers with a moan.
“Naughty, scholar. I’m just helping. Do not expect me to do all the work.”
Jaejoong moved his fingers, muffling his whimpers on the arm of the couch. Yunho gripped his ass with his other hand, and the skin heated, warmed, burned, and Jaejoong did not know if it was just because it was Yunho’s warm, large hand cupping his ass or because he was using his gift. His power. His control.
Jaejoong shivered. By the gods, his control.
Another of Yunho’s fingers pressed into him, and Jaejoong shook through a strong wave of pleasure. His cock jerked, dripping and splattering precome up his stomach and onto the couch.
“You are so beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered and folded his body over Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong whimpered and shifted to keep them up. His fingers slipped out of his body and he put both hands on the armrest, biting into the cushion when Yunho continued prepping him. Three fingers. And heat. From the inside. Jaejoong gasped.
“Come, come, going ... going to come.”
Yunho chuckled. “Already.”
“Sexy. Fuck. Sexy. Yes.”
“Not very articulate for a scholar,” Yunho said and took his delicious warm fingers away.
Jaejoong gasped out a string of curse words with a few “fuck me”s buried in it.
Yunho chuckled and pressed against Jaejoong’s ass, hands sliding up his back. He thrust against his body, cock maddeningly between Jaejoong’s cleft but not inside him. He tried to vocalize how incredibly unacceptable that was, but Yunho chose that movement to flash heat over his back, press a too-hot palm to his skin and Jaejoong screamed instead.
“Too much?’ Yunho said, worried until Jaejoong shook his head, and begged, “More. More. More. Inside. Inside. Me. Fuck me.”
Yunho laughed and tangled his hand in Jaejoong’s hair. He pulled lightly and let Jaejoong feel heat along his scalp. He pressed three fingers back into Jaejoong.
“Sure you are ready, my love?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Yunho removed his fingers again, and Jaejoong held his breath, waiting and waiting for the longest two seconds of his life, and then moaning when Yunho pressed the head of his cock against his entrance and thrust.
Jaejoong gasped, lurching forward away, instinctive.
Yunho held his hip in one hand and yanked back on his hair. “Naughty.”
Jaejoong whimpered, holding still, pain and pleasure tingling from his scalp down his spine.
Yunho pulled out slowly, and Jaejoong groaned, head falling forward, only to have his hair pulled again. More oil dripped down his cleft and then burned hot for a few moments of euphoria. Yunho thrust back inside of him, bodies slapping, and Jaejoong pulsed even more of his pleasure to the couch.
“Fuck.” The only word Jaejoong’s scholarly brain could think up having Yunho balls deep in his body and just fucking sitting there. “Move,” he growled. “Move!”
Yunho chuckled and moved. Slow. Out. Slow in. Over and over. He ignored Jaejoong’s whimpers and kept his hand on his hip and the other in his hair, keeping Jaejoong from thrusting back to take what he wanted.
“By the gods, you're beautiful when you’re desperate.”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Please, move, please.”
Fingers trailed down his back, leaving bits of heat in their path down his spine and around his tattoos. Without the hand in his hair, Jaejoong was able to move and he thrust back and forth, making embarrassing whimpering gasping desperation noises that he was going to deny if Yunho ever mentioned them to anyone else. It made Yunho laugh more. He used both hands to grip Jaejoong’s hips and finally, finally, finally, he moved, fucking into Jaejoong with all the strength of his body and power of his soul.
“Stroke yourself, love.” Yunho’s breath is labored and Jaejoong was so glad that he was just as desperate. It had been a couple days since they last did more than share kisses.
Jaejoong rested his head on the arm, cheek pressed against the fabric. His moans echoed around the study. His body shook as soon as his fingers gripped his cock. There was so much precome it was almost like he had lube slicking him up.
And as usual, Jaejoong lost track of time. One day he would study and figure out how to track time by the way Yunho fucked him, by the sweat dripping down his back, by the burn on his skin. One day. Maybe not any time soon. Not in this lifetime. In this lifetime he was too worried about the act than the time. And with good reason.
Yunho was so very good at fucking him.
Perfect. The right speed. The right angle. The right amount of pain at his hips from Yunho losing control of his power. He loved making Yunho lose control. He sped up his hand on his cock, knowing that Yunho was going to come soon. In this lifetime, he would certainly learn to hold himself back so they could come together. Again, not now though.
Now he was floating, screaming, freezing. His cock pulsed and his hand jerked and he bit down on the cushion, shuddering through his orgasm and splattering his release all over the couch cushion. His body sagged toward the couch, and he forced himself to stay upright, for Yunho’s pleasure, for Yunho to finish. He did not mind at all. The aftereffects of an orgasm with Yunho still moving inside him were almost as intense as the burn on his hips. He brought his sticky hand to his mouth and lapped at the come dripping between his fingers.
Yunho groaned, hips jerking, losing his rhythm, speeding up. He folded himself over Jaejoong, hand by his head and shuddered through his release. He fell on top of Jaejoong and this time, he let himself press against the fabric, curled up under Yunho’s body. He loved it, and hummed in satisfaction when Yunho pressed hot wet kisses along his sweaty neck.
“Going to have to clean the couch,” Jaejoong murmured with lips still mostly pressed against the fabric.
Yunho huffed out half a laugh into Jaejoong’s neck. “Buy a new one, you mean.” He moved his hand and revealed the smoldering handprint in the fabric.
Jaejoong chuckled. “New couch it is.”
“And get you some ointment.” Yunho shifted to the side and gently touched Jaejoong’s hips.
He winced and hissed, jerking away reflexively.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and kissed his neck again. “I did not mean to. Changmin can heal it.”
Jaejoong twisted and peered at his skin. There were fingerprint blisters just along the flames etched into his skin. He smiled. “I kind of like it. Shows that you lose complete control of your soul when you are fucking me. Maybe I will let it scar.”
Yunho shook his head. “You are crazy.”
Jaejoong smiled and turned on his back, whimpering for only a moment as the burn scraped on the fabric. Yunho hovered over him and did not protest when Jaejoong tangled his fingers into his sweaty hair and yanked him down for a kiss.
“So,” Jaejoong mused against his lips.
“So,” Yunho repeated. “Should we go find a bed?”
“No. If we’re getting a new couch, it will not matter if you burn more handprints into it.” He lifted one leg to the back of the couch and the other wrapped around Yunho’s hip.
Yunho shivered and stuttered out, “N-no. It will not matter.”
Part 21: Change
Part 20: Heal
Part 19: Inferno
Part 18: Torrent
(Part 17: Fog) | (Part 16: Flurry) | (Part 15: Breeze) | (Part 14: Sizzle) | (Part 13: Storm) | (Part 12: Tempest) | (Part 11: Blow) | (Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (Part 1: Spark)
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho, Heechul/Yoohwan
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
Epilogue:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: This epilogue is longer than pretty much every other chapter, but yeah ... still an epilogue. Enjoy!
Jaejoong stalked through the halls. Damn that scholar, where was Changmin? He had been working on writing the missives that were to be sent to all the corners of the land, but he had a question about the wording in one. “... All citizens must request an audience if they have a grievance.”
Jaejoong did not like the word “must.” It made it so the citizens did not have a choice.
But he could not change it without talking with Changmin. The young scribe was always bothering Jaejoong about something. Where was he when he needed him? He was not in the library or the kitchens or any of the studies. Jaejoong did not want to leave his work to find him and walk across the castle to his rooms, but that was where he was headed.
If Changmin had left to go visit the whorehouse, Jaejoong was going to be very mad.
He knocked on Changmin’s door, but there was no answer. He lifted the latch and it opened, so Changmin probably was not there. Jaejoong stepped into the room and then stopped at the noises from the bedroom.
Smirking, Jaejoong sauntered across the sitting room and into the bedroom. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms and watched.
Junho’s arms were lifted and spread, attached to the wooden posts of the bed with bright green vines at his wrists. Changmin had Junho’s ankles in his hands, legs in the air, and he was fucking Junho slowly. More vines wrapped around his thighs, and when Changmin pulled out, Jaejoong noted a slim green vine twisted up Junho’s cock, wrapped around the head and ended in a burst of bright red rose petals.
Junho’s moans were muffled by a thick vine gagging him.
“Did you need something, hyung?” Changmin asked, voice slightly labored.
“Nothing as important as Junho trussed up and at your mercy.”
Changmin smirked over his shoulder. “I am glad you understand that.”
“I’m changing a line to ‘all citizens may request an audience’ instead of ‘must’.”
Changmin nodded. “Good. Good. Give them the options, keep their freedom. Unlike this one.” Changmin reached down and gripped his erection. Junho moaned deeply. “He does not yet deserve his freedom.”
“I do not think he minds,” Jaejoong said and laughed.
Changmin chuckled and sped up. “No, he does not.”
Jaejoong left them alone and went back to his study. He had sat down, and only a moment later Yoohwan was there, fully dressed and decked out with a utility belt and a sword and a traveling jacket.
“Good, you’re here,” Yoohwan said. “I will be back in a couple months. I am going back home and I am going to drag Heechul here by his pretty long hair if I have to.”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. “Does your brother know this?”
Yoohwan smirked. “Of course not. He and Junsu-hyung are otherwise occupied in a way that had Junsu whimpering my brother’s name, so it is a perfect time for me to leave.”
“Great, so I have to tell him?”
“Play innocent, hyung. I was going to leave but one of you had to know where I was going.”
“Good idea.” Jaejoong grabbed a few scrolls of parchments. “Take these with you. They are the calls for messengers, you know, since that is going to be your job.”
“Changmin said it was going to take time, and that is fine, but I would rather spend the time with my lover the same way you are all spending time with your lovers.”
Jaejoong laughed and hugged him tightly. “Travel safely and swift upon the wind,” he murmurred.
“In another man’s arms again,” Yunho said from the doorway.
Yoohwan laughed and let Jaejoong go. He sauntered out of the office, pausing to hug Yunho and kiss his cheek quickly.
“Where is he going?” Yunho asked.
“Heechul.”
“Ah. Yoochun does not know?”
“Nope. Apparently, he is busy with Junsu.”
“Good.” Yunho actually sat right in his lap and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his waist. “Come to bed with me.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I have to finish-”
“The other three Elementals are all having sex right now, and you are not our slave to be worked to death while we do other things. Fun things. Come to bed with me.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay, okay, but we do not need to go to bed.” He pointed across the room to his favorite plush couch. “Go sit.”
Yunho pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before climbing off his lap and going to the couch. (THIS IS WHERE I WAS GOING TO STOP WRITING BUT SMUT ... YEAH)
Jaejoong went to the door and shut it, dropping the wooden beam into its grooves to lock it. He turned around and stared, watched as Yunho took off his clothes. Even after almost two years, he was still as awed and floored and turned on by Yunho as the very first time he saw him, half naked and splitting wood. Only the thick scar on his side ruined the perfect plane of skin, but it was a scar earned protecting his sister, and his people, so it enhanced his skin instead of ruining it.
“By the gods, you are amazing, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho smiled at him, sat on the couch and spread his legs. He put his arms along the back of the couch. Jaejoong licked his lip and just looked at him. His strong chest. His muscled arms and thick thighs and the raging erection.
Yunho held out a hand. He crooked a finger at Jaejoong, little flames sparking with each movement telling Jaejoong to come.
Jaejoong shivered and pushed away from the door. He fell on his knees between Yunho’s legs, slid his hands up his thighs and put his mouth on Yunho’s cock.
Yunho groaned and shifted, legs spreading while Jaejoong bobbed his head, taking him deeper into his mouth.
“You forgot to take off your clothes,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong paused only long enough to say “You have an efficient way of removing them” and went back to sucking.
“You will not have clothes to wear out of this study,” Yunho said, running his hands through his hair.
Jaejoong shrugged and ran his hands up Yunho’s thighs. He gasped as his hair was pulled and Yunho forced him away by his head.
“Take off your clothes, Scribe-of-Mine.”
Jaejoong pouted, but Yunho tugged on his hair again. With a huff, Jaejoong started undressing, on his knees, unable to move from his position between Yunho’s legs. Yunho only released his hair so Jaejoong could pull the tunic over his head. And then both hands went right back to his head and Yunho pulled him back to his cock.
Jaejoong hummed in delight and let Yunho force his head up and down on his cock. He reached for his own erection, but Yunho growled and told him no, and Jaejoong pouted with his eyes up at him, but put his hands on Yunho’s thighs.
The harsh touch softened. Fingers carded through his hair. Yunho sighed and relaxed, and Jaejoong slowed down, dragging his lips up the shaft and pausing to suck on the head, before lowering his mouth. Yunho trailed his fingers over the ink on Jaejoong’s shoulders.
“So pretty on your knees for me,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
The first touch of flame to his skin almost had Jaejoong biting down. He moaned at the sensation of warmth trailing down his back, like fingertips. His cock throbbed and he doubled his efforts, nails digging into Yunho’s thighs.
“In my ... pants. Oil. I brought oil.”
Jaejoong smiled to himself and bobbed his head a few more times before letting Yunho pull him off.
“Your mouth is exquisite, love.”
“So is your cock.”
Yunho laughed. “Oil. Prep yourself.”
Jaejoong shivered. “I like it when you do that.”
“I know, but I like to watch you. Get to it.” He held up a hand, a small flame dancing at his joined fingertips.
Jaejoong smiled and reached for Yunho’s pants. He found the small pot of oil in the pocket.
“Up here,” Yunho said and patted the couch.
“This isn’t really going to work if you want to watch me,” Jaejoong said, but climbed up.
“Yes, it will.” Yunho slid over. “On your knees, right here.”
Jaejoong smirked. He kneeled on the couch, ass facing Yunho, with his head on the armrest. He secured the pot of oil against the arm of the couch and dipped two fingers into it. Heated fingertips trailed down the back of his thigh.
“Perfect,” Yunho murmured and dragged his hand up to the flames inked on Jaejoong’s lower back.
Jaejoong shivered as he slipped his hand between his legs. He fought the urge to stroke his cock. His slick fingers trailed up his cleft, and he pumped one in and out of his body. He added the second one too soon and his eyes shut from the stretch. It had been quite awhile since he and Yunho had time to be together. The position was a little uncomfortable, but worth it with Yunho’s whispered praises. Little bursts of flame danced up and down his back, tracing his ink, and Jaejoong’s skin pebbled in anticipation.
Yunho did not make him wait long. The heat went down his cleft and a long finger pushed inside him. Jaejoong stilled his own fingers with a moan.
“Naughty, scholar. I’m just helping. Do not expect me to do all the work.”
Jaejoong moved his fingers, muffling his whimpers on the arm of the couch. Yunho gripped his ass with his other hand, and the skin heated, warmed, burned, and Jaejoong did not know if it was just because it was Yunho’s warm, large hand cupping his ass or because he was using his gift. His power. His control.
Jaejoong shivered. By the gods, his control.
Another of Yunho’s fingers pressed into him, and Jaejoong shook through a strong wave of pleasure. His cock jerked, dripping and splattering precome up his stomach and onto the couch.
“You are so beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered and folded his body over Jaejoong’s.
Jaejoong whimpered and shifted to keep them up. His fingers slipped out of his body and he put both hands on the armrest, biting into the cushion when Yunho continued prepping him. Three fingers. And heat. From the inside. Jaejoong gasped.
“Come, come, going ... going to come.”
Yunho chuckled. “Already.”
“Sexy. Fuck. Sexy. Yes.”
“Not very articulate for a scholar,” Yunho said and took his delicious warm fingers away.
Jaejoong gasped out a string of curse words with a few “fuck me”s buried in it.
Yunho chuckled and pressed against Jaejoong’s ass, hands sliding up his back. He thrust against his body, cock maddeningly between Jaejoong’s cleft but not inside him. He tried to vocalize how incredibly unacceptable that was, but Yunho chose that movement to flash heat over his back, press a too-hot palm to his skin and Jaejoong screamed instead.
“Too much?’ Yunho said, worried until Jaejoong shook his head, and begged, “More. More. More. Inside. Inside. Me. Fuck me.”
Yunho laughed and tangled his hand in Jaejoong’s hair. He pulled lightly and let Jaejoong feel heat along his scalp. He pressed three fingers back into Jaejoong.
“Sure you are ready, my love?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Yunho removed his fingers again, and Jaejoong held his breath, waiting and waiting for the longest two seconds of his life, and then moaning when Yunho pressed the head of his cock against his entrance and thrust.
Jaejoong gasped, lurching forward away, instinctive.
Yunho held his hip in one hand and yanked back on his hair. “Naughty.”
Jaejoong whimpered, holding still, pain and pleasure tingling from his scalp down his spine.
Yunho pulled out slowly, and Jaejoong groaned, head falling forward, only to have his hair pulled again. More oil dripped down his cleft and then burned hot for a few moments of euphoria. Yunho thrust back inside of him, bodies slapping, and Jaejoong pulsed even more of his pleasure to the couch.
“Fuck.” The only word Jaejoong’s scholarly brain could think up having Yunho balls deep in his body and just fucking sitting there. “Move,” he growled. “Move!”
Yunho chuckled and moved. Slow. Out. Slow in. Over and over. He ignored Jaejoong’s whimpers and kept his hand on his hip and the other in his hair, keeping Jaejoong from thrusting back to take what he wanted.
“By the gods, you're beautiful when you’re desperate.”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Please, move, please.”
Fingers trailed down his back, leaving bits of heat in their path down his spine and around his tattoos. Without the hand in his hair, Jaejoong was able to move and he thrust back and forth, making embarrassing whimpering gasping desperation noises that he was going to deny if Yunho ever mentioned them to anyone else. It made Yunho laugh more. He used both hands to grip Jaejoong’s hips and finally, finally, finally, he moved, fucking into Jaejoong with all the strength of his body and power of his soul.
“Stroke yourself, love.” Yunho’s breath is labored and Jaejoong was so glad that he was just as desperate. It had been a couple days since they last did more than share kisses.
Jaejoong rested his head on the arm, cheek pressed against the fabric. His moans echoed around the study. His body shook as soon as his fingers gripped his cock. There was so much precome it was almost like he had lube slicking him up.
And as usual, Jaejoong lost track of time. One day he would study and figure out how to track time by the way Yunho fucked him, by the sweat dripping down his back, by the burn on his skin. One day. Maybe not any time soon. Not in this lifetime. In this lifetime he was too worried about the act than the time. And with good reason.
Yunho was so very good at fucking him.
Perfect. The right speed. The right angle. The right amount of pain at his hips from Yunho losing control of his power. He loved making Yunho lose control. He sped up his hand on his cock, knowing that Yunho was going to come soon. In this lifetime, he would certainly learn to hold himself back so they could come together. Again, not now though.
Now he was floating, screaming, freezing. His cock pulsed and his hand jerked and he bit down on the cushion, shuddering through his orgasm and splattering his release all over the couch cushion. His body sagged toward the couch, and he forced himself to stay upright, for Yunho’s pleasure, for Yunho to finish. He did not mind at all. The aftereffects of an orgasm with Yunho still moving inside him were almost as intense as the burn on his hips. He brought his sticky hand to his mouth and lapped at the come dripping between his fingers.
Yunho groaned, hips jerking, losing his rhythm, speeding up. He folded himself over Jaejoong, hand by his head and shuddered through his release. He fell on top of Jaejoong and this time, he let himself press against the fabric, curled up under Yunho’s body. He loved it, and hummed in satisfaction when Yunho pressed hot wet kisses along his sweaty neck.
“Going to have to clean the couch,” Jaejoong murmured with lips still mostly pressed against the fabric.
Yunho huffed out half a laugh into Jaejoong’s neck. “Buy a new one, you mean.” He moved his hand and revealed the smoldering handprint in the fabric.
Jaejoong chuckled. “New couch it is.”
“And get you some ointment.” Yunho shifted to the side and gently touched Jaejoong’s hips.
He winced and hissed, jerking away reflexively.
“Sorry,” Yunho said and kissed his neck again. “I did not mean to. Changmin can heal it.”
Jaejoong twisted and peered at his skin. There were fingerprint blisters just along the flames etched into his skin. He smiled. “I kind of like it. Shows that you lose complete control of your soul when you are fucking me. Maybe I will let it scar.”
Yunho shook his head. “You are crazy.”
Jaejoong smiled and turned on his back, whimpering for only a moment as the burn scraped on the fabric. Yunho hovered over him and did not protest when Jaejoong tangled his fingers into his sweaty hair and yanked him down for a kiss.
“So,” Jaejoong mused against his lips.
“So,” Yunho repeated. “Should we go find a bed?”
“No. If we’re getting a new couch, it will not matter if you burn more handprints into it.” He lifted one leg to the back of the couch and the other wrapped around Yunho’s hip.
Yunho shivered and stuttered out, “N-no. It will not matter.”
Part 21: Change
Part 20: Heal
Part 19: Inferno
Part 18: Torrent
(Part 17: Fog) | (Part 16: Flurry) | (Part 15: Breeze) | (Part 14: Sizzle) | (Part 13: Storm) | (Part 12: Tempest) | (Part 11: Blow) | (Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (Part 1: Spark)
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