Tears of the Poor 24/?
Title: Tears of the Poor 24/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 24: The Temptation
A/N: Holy smut! *giggles* There is one little part in the next 2/3 chapters that I'm working through. Give me a week or two for the next update.
Yunho woke up to soft fingers on his arm, checking his wound. The soothing and healing gel had done wonders, and all that was left was a burning pink scar. It still ached a bit down deep, but he knew it’d be completely healed by the time they landed on Shinki.
He finally opened his eyes and smiled up at Jaejoong. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. You?”
“Vindicated. Every Shinki on this ship, except for you good ones, are gone. Spaced.”
Yunho winced.
Jaejoong smiled. “I know, love. I know you don’t like it. But that’s the point. You take control, you stop the wars, you stop the killing of innocent planets.”
Yunho nodded.
“And the Doushitens are resting, in beds, showered, gotten some food.”
“What happens next?”
“I don’t know. I came to sleep. You’re very comfortable.”
“A good decision. Dongwan? Minwoo?”
“They will be just fine. They need more rest, and we need to give Shindong and Yoseob a rest. They need to be alert when we get to Shinki.” Jaejoong turned the other way and smiled down at a still-sleeping Junsu. “I hate to wake him,” he whispered.
“But he’ll be more upset if he wakes up alone.”
“Yeah, and honestly, after everything that’s happened in the last fifteen hours, being with you two reminds me why I have to do these things.”
“Being a king sucks.”
“Are you ready for it?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho sighed. “Honestly, no.”
“And that’s why you’ll be a great king.”
Yunho did not understand that, but Junsu’s face suddenly scrunched up cutely and Jaejoong smiled down at him, soft fingers to his smooth cheeks, and then kisses to his lips and chin.
Junsu whimpered as he woke up, and then smiled, arms going around Jaejoong’s neck. “Mouth is better on my cock.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “But we need to get to the bridge.”
“If they need us, they’ll call us,” Junsu reasoned and then he laughed. “The next time I see Heechul, I want to be freshly fucked.”
Yunho fought back a laugh. “That’s mean, with his lovers still on Doushite.”
“But fun.” Junsu moaned and jerked his hips up. “And satisfying. Please.”
Jaejoong smiled over at Yunho. “I guess we do have a few minutes.”
“Hours,” Junsu said. “A few hours.”
“Definitely not. How about orgasms? We have a few orgasms?”
“Music to my ears.”
Yunho watched them kiss, propped up on his elbow. Junsu unzipped Jaejoong’s flight suit and slipped his hands along skin. Shivering, Jaejoong shifted enough to let him push the material off his back. Yunho moved behind him, deciding to be helpful and finished undressing him. But he got distracted and kissed over the colorful swathes of his tattoo, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips.
“Naked. Want him naked,” Junsu said.
“Yes, master,” Yunho muttered.
Junsu laughed, the sound delightful and carefree. It had Yunho smiling as he removed the rest of Jaejoong’s clothes. Their kiss sped up and Yunho stayed where he was, behind Jaejoong, hands moving up and down his back and his thighs. His mouth went to tattooed scrolls on his ass.
Jaejoong moaned and shifted his body, knees spreading. He kissed down Junsu’s neck and unzipped the flightsuit enough to get his mouth on nipples and leave hickys up and down his chest.
Yunho massaged his ass, licking down his cleft. He flicked his tongue over Jaejoong’s puckered opening., smirking at the ragged moan Jaejoong muffled into Junsu’s skin. He stopped there for only a moment and then moved to the soft juncture where thigh met ass. He sucked harshly, and Jaejoong’s moans turned to gasps. Yunho reached between his legs and yanked on Jaejoong’s balls.
“So a Shinki ship,” Yunho said. “I’m sure there’s lube in every drawer. Do you want me to go get it, master?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Only if you can keep your mouth on my ass.”
Junsu laughed. “Go get it, Bambi.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s ass before climbing from the bed.
“Get naked while you’re up,” Junsu said, “and you get me naked. I don’t want to be the only one with clothes on.”
Yunho watched for only a moment, while Junsu attempted to convince Jaejoong to stop sucking on his skin and take his clothes off. “There will be more skin for you to mark if you get up and get me naked.”
That worked.
Yunho chuckled. He took his own flight suit off before he went to the wall. He pressed a button on the side and a drawer slid open. Sure enough, there was a bottle of lube. Turning back to his lovers, he paused for a moment to appreciate their skin, their muscles. The way they kissed eagerly.
Everything about them was beautiful, even from far away. The way their muscles moved, Jaejoong’s more prominent than Junsu’s, but shivering with more lust than Junsu. Jaejoong was already sweating, hips canting forward. His hands did not stop moving, his mouth either, and Junsu’s head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open as the reveled in the attention.
But Yunho appreciated them both more from up close. He moved to the bed, crawling behind Jaejoong again and leaned with his hands, a soft touch up Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong moaned and arched his back against the touch.
“Beautiful,” Yunho whispered into his skin and went back to his ass, laying himself behind Jaejoong’s body. He traced the scrolls of ink again with his fingers and followed with his tongue.
“Fingers,” Jaejoong begged. “It’s been too long to go slow.”
“It’s been less than two weeks,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“Too long.”
Yunho slapped his ass lightly. “What the king wants.”
“Please,” Jaejoong moaned.
“You too.” Junsu pulled him forward for a kiss just as Yunho dumped lube down his cleft. “You want Yunho inside you quickly. I want you inside me. Now.”
Jaejoong shivered. “Fuck, okay, please.”
Yunho kept squeezing, and the lube slipped slick and cold down to his balls. Yunho poured a puddle of it on his hand and reached between Jaejoong’s shaking thighs and gripped his cock in a slick grip.
“Going to come, please,” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu laughed. “Already?”
“Sexy, want you.”
Junsu lifted his legs and Jaejoong moved enough for him to fling them over his arms, hooking them at his elbows and then falling forward against for more kisses. With his other hand, Yunho gripped one of Junsu’s feet and kissed the bottom of it. Junsu laughed at the tickle and rubbed Yunho’s shoulder with the other one.
“Hurry. Want Jaejoong inside me.”
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s erection, smirking at the low moan from his throat. “He’s more than ready.”
“Me, too. Want to feel you.”
There was a moment of shifting, and Yunho held Jaejoong’s dick steady against Junsu’s opening. He squeezed just a little, and Jaejoong pushed forward. They both moaned, Junsu’s noise high and tight, Jaejoong’s deep and needy. Yunho rubbed his hands up and down Jaejoong’s shaking thighs while he adjusted and pushed deeper. Their mouths joined and fused as Jaejoong rocked into him, steady and firm. Yunho watched from his vantage point, squeezing Jaejoong’s balls and letting his fingers trail along his cock while he pulled in and out of Junsu’s body.
Jaejoong growled and Yunho laughed. ”Is that my cue to fuck you?”
Jaejoong wiggled his ass. “Now.”
Yunho slipped a finger up his cleft and pressed a kiss to his ass. “Prep?” he asked, pushing but not penetrating.
Jaejoong moaned, hips curling in a way that had Junsu echoing the noise.
Yunho poured more lube on his cleft, used his finger to spread it around the crinkled opening and finally pushed in a bit.
“I don’t want prep if you’re going to take your fucking time!” Jaejoong shouted.
Yunho laughed and pushed his finger in. After a few pumps, he asked, “Was there a command buried in that?”
“Fuck me,” Jaejoong said and glared over his shoulder. “Now.”
Yunho leaned down for one more kiss to his ass before getting on his knees and positioning himself behind Jaejoong. “As you wish, my king.”
Jaejoong huffed and Junsu tangled his hands in his hair to pull their mouths back together. Both of them moaned as Yunho pressed slowly into Jaejoong. But the king obviously did not want his servant to go slow, and he thrust back against Yunho and then forward. Yunho fell against him, pinning him to Junsu. He fought the urge to come already and breathed against Jaejoong’s back.
“Up, get off,” Jaejoong muttered, his hips moving between them.
Yunho moaned and did his best to push back up, shift closer on his knees, lean back. As soon as he had the freedom to move again, Jaejoong took over between them. Yunho did not move, but Jaejoong did give him enough room to grip his ass and watch as Jaejoong fucked himself on Yunho’s cock.
“Feel so good, SuSu,” Jaejoong groaned and his body shuddered. His channel clamped down around Yunho, and Yunho lost the tenuous control on his orgasm and leaned forward again to bury his moan into Jaejoong’s shoulder. His hips snapped forward, in time to Jaejoong’s twitches, and he shivered as he pumped Jaejoong full of his release.
“Not fair,” Junsu whimpered.
“Not fair that you’re so sexy,” Jaejoong said. “Do you want me to suck on your dick or do you want to fuck me?”
“I won’t ever say no to either.”
Jaejoong smiled and then looked over his shoulder, with an eyebrow raised. “Do you mind, Bambi?”
Yunho grumbled, but pulled away enough to slip from Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong kneeled over Junsu’s body and then turned just enough to press a kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Mediocre, love.”
“Give me a moment.”
Jaejoong smirked at Junsu. “We need a new slave.”
Junsu laughed and shook his head. “But Bambi is pretty.”
“Well, yes. There is that.”
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s body and kissed his neck. “I’m sorry masters are so unsatisfied with me. What can I do to be better?”
Jaejoong shivered with laughter and then moaned when Yunho cupped his cock and squeezed.
“Get me inside him,” Junsu said.
Yunho used his other hand to grip Junsu’s cock and hold him up. Jaejoong shifted back and sighed when he sank down on him.
“Fuck, love you.”
Yunho kept his fingers on Jaejoong’s nipples and his mouth on the top edges of the tattooed wings.
Junsu pulled him back down for a kiss, leaving Yunho pressed against them, but feeling a little alone.
“I guess the only thing Yunho can do to be better is hurry up and fuck you with me,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong moaned and then glared at Yunho. “You hear that, Bambi? Get your dick back inside me.”
Yunho licked his lips and started stroking himself. “Yes, masters.”
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When the three of them entered the bridge a couple hours later, smiling and touching, Heechul growled and muttered curses under his breath.
Junsu laughed. “See? That was so worth it.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Be nice.”
“I am so very nice,” Junsu drawled and sucked on Yunho’s jaw.
Heechul growled again.
“You be nice, too,” Jaejoong said to him. “We’ve come to give you a reprieve for a few hours.”
Shindong stretched above his head, fingers interlaced. “Not much to do. We’re on autopilot. But I could use some sleep.”
“Same here,” Yoseob said.
“How is Hyunseung doing down in Engineering?” Yunho asked.
“Just fine,” Shindong said. “He’s been teaching a few of the Doushitens a thing or two. You know that, unless there are problems, these ships fly themselves.”
“Usually,” Yoseob added. “Heechul is still working on breaking the coding so we have complete control of the ship once we get to Shinki.”
“I’ve never worked with a ship this large,” Heechul said. His eyes were swollen and he looked so tired.
“Take a break,” Yunho said and moved over to him.
“Can’t,” he said and shut his eyes, leaning back against the chair. “We’ll be on Shinki in about five days. We have to have everything changed and controlled in two.”
“What can we do to help?” Yunho asked and rubbed his shoulders.
“Get me some coffee,” Heechul said.
Yunho smiled. “Okay. How about this? We will go get you coffee after you’ve slept for an hour.”
Heechul opened his eyes and looked up at him. “How about you give me an orgasm? Siwon and Hangeng won’t mind if it’s you.”
“Jaejoong might.”
“Might?” Jaejoong muttered and snorted.
“Sleep,” Yunho said. “For an hour. It will help and you know it.”
Heechul nodded and then lifted his hand up and pulled Yunho’s face down for a quick but firm kiss. “I’d rather have an orgasm, but sleep is a good substitute.”
“What’s the plan?” Jaejoong said, settling in a chair.
Heechul leaned forward a bit, letting Yunho dig his fingers into the muscles down his spine. “We land in the port like normal and have everyone whisked away.”
“That sounds ...” Junsu started.
“Too easy,” Yunho supplied. "Won't there be guards and other ships and--"
“Give me a break, Yunho,” Shindong said. “You’re acting like this is my first rodeo. What do you think my main job as Leeteuk’s best pilot is?”
“Yeah, but normally, we’re running shuttles,” Yoseob said, “not sneaking into a Shinki port with almost a hundred rebels in a slave transport.”
“Cake,” Shindong said with a grin. “My boys will handle it. We just have to be ready.”
“And they will be,” Heechul said.
“But it’s not that easy?” Jaejoong prompted.
“Of course not. What do you think I’ve been doing while you guys slept and fucked?”
“Tell us,” Yunho said gently and went back to Heechul’s neck with his massage.
“Changing codes and clearances, getting messages to Angel without anyone the wiser, changing the number of slaves records on the ship, organizing delivery trucks to the spaceport to pick us all up, talking to Shinki bastards like I’m one myself. Our little tryst of control did not go unnoticed, so I had to craft a story about a malfunction, and then I had to put that into the ship’s log. I had to erase all video images of us taking over, and then add that the camera system doesn’t work because of the malfunction, and I had to make sure that no one on Shinki can access it remotely because that would fuck with our plans pretty quickly. Oh, and I have Yoochun confined to his room, where he is going to fucking stay until we are all out of this ship.”
“Wow,” Junsu said. “Maybe he does deserve an orgasm.”
“Please wipe off the console before I get back,” Shindong said and stood up.
“Yes, please,” Yoseob added.
“No, no, you guys are right. I need some sleep.” Heechul stood up and leaned against Yunho. “Besides, I’m a married woman. I should be chaste and virtuous while my husband fucks whatever he wants. It’s the Shinki way.”
Yunho hugged him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good girl.”
Heechul scoffed.
“Do you need help to a bed?”
Heechul shook his head. “Nope. I’m just fine.” But his legs shook when he tried to take a step and Shindong caught him before he fell.
“We’ll help you,” Shindong said. “Come on.”
“Do I need to do anything?” Yunho asked and motioned with his hand over the console.
“Yeah,” Shindong said. “Don’t touch anything.”
They laughed and Yunho saluted him. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, master sounds so much better,” Junsu said.
“Fuck you,” Heechul mumbled.
Part 25: The Turbulence
Part 23: The Takeover
Part 22: The Trick
Part 21: The Test
Part 20: The Trust | Part 19: The Tent | Part 18: The Training | Part 17: The Traitor | Part 16: The Torture | Part 15: The Throne | Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | Part 12: The Travail | Part 11: The Talk | Part 10: The Table | Part 9: The Treat | Part 8: The Tub | Part 7: The Tribe | Part 6: The Terrain | Part 5: The Trail | Part 4: The Transformation | Part 3: The Tunnels | Part 2: The Trap | Part 1: The Trip
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 24: The Temptation
A/N: Holy smut! *giggles* There is one little part in the next 2/3 chapters that I'm working through. Give me a week or two for the next update.
Yunho woke up to soft fingers on his arm, checking his wound. The soothing and healing gel had done wonders, and all that was left was a burning pink scar. It still ached a bit down deep, but he knew it’d be completely healed by the time they landed on Shinki.
He finally opened his eyes and smiled up at Jaejoong. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. You?”
“Vindicated. Every Shinki on this ship, except for you good ones, are gone. Spaced.”
Yunho winced.
Jaejoong smiled. “I know, love. I know you don’t like it. But that’s the point. You take control, you stop the wars, you stop the killing of innocent planets.”
Yunho nodded.
“And the Doushitens are resting, in beds, showered, gotten some food.”
“What happens next?”
“I don’t know. I came to sleep. You’re very comfortable.”
“A good decision. Dongwan? Minwoo?”
“They will be just fine. They need more rest, and we need to give Shindong and Yoseob a rest. They need to be alert when we get to Shinki.” Jaejoong turned the other way and smiled down at a still-sleeping Junsu. “I hate to wake him,” he whispered.
“But he’ll be more upset if he wakes up alone.”
“Yeah, and honestly, after everything that’s happened in the last fifteen hours, being with you two reminds me why I have to do these things.”
“Being a king sucks.”
“Are you ready for it?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho sighed. “Honestly, no.”
“And that’s why you’ll be a great king.”
Yunho did not understand that, but Junsu’s face suddenly scrunched up cutely and Jaejoong smiled down at him, soft fingers to his smooth cheeks, and then kisses to his lips and chin.
Junsu whimpered as he woke up, and then smiled, arms going around Jaejoong’s neck. “Mouth is better on my cock.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “But we need to get to the bridge.”
“If they need us, they’ll call us,” Junsu reasoned and then he laughed. “The next time I see Heechul, I want to be freshly fucked.”
Yunho fought back a laugh. “That’s mean, with his lovers still on Doushite.”
“But fun.” Junsu moaned and jerked his hips up. “And satisfying. Please.”
Jaejoong smiled over at Yunho. “I guess we do have a few minutes.”
“Hours,” Junsu said. “A few hours.”
“Definitely not. How about orgasms? We have a few orgasms?”
“Music to my ears.”
Yunho watched them kiss, propped up on his elbow. Junsu unzipped Jaejoong’s flight suit and slipped his hands along skin. Shivering, Jaejoong shifted enough to let him push the material off his back. Yunho moved behind him, deciding to be helpful and finished undressing him. But he got distracted and kissed over the colorful swathes of his tattoo, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips.
“Naked. Want him naked,” Junsu said.
“Yes, master,” Yunho muttered.
Junsu laughed, the sound delightful and carefree. It had Yunho smiling as he removed the rest of Jaejoong’s clothes. Their kiss sped up and Yunho stayed where he was, behind Jaejoong, hands moving up and down his back and his thighs. His mouth went to tattooed scrolls on his ass.
Jaejoong moaned and shifted his body, knees spreading. He kissed down Junsu’s neck and unzipped the flightsuit enough to get his mouth on nipples and leave hickys up and down his chest.
Yunho massaged his ass, licking down his cleft. He flicked his tongue over Jaejoong’s puckered opening., smirking at the ragged moan Jaejoong muffled into Junsu’s skin. He stopped there for only a moment and then moved to the soft juncture where thigh met ass. He sucked harshly, and Jaejoong’s moans turned to gasps. Yunho reached between his legs and yanked on Jaejoong’s balls.
“So a Shinki ship,” Yunho said. “I’m sure there’s lube in every drawer. Do you want me to go get it, master?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Only if you can keep your mouth on my ass.”
Junsu laughed. “Go get it, Bambi.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s ass before climbing from the bed.
“Get naked while you’re up,” Junsu said, “and you get me naked. I don’t want to be the only one with clothes on.”
Yunho watched for only a moment, while Junsu attempted to convince Jaejoong to stop sucking on his skin and take his clothes off. “There will be more skin for you to mark if you get up and get me naked.”
That worked.
Yunho chuckled. He took his own flight suit off before he went to the wall. He pressed a button on the side and a drawer slid open. Sure enough, there was a bottle of lube. Turning back to his lovers, he paused for a moment to appreciate their skin, their muscles. The way they kissed eagerly.
Everything about them was beautiful, even from far away. The way their muscles moved, Jaejoong’s more prominent than Junsu’s, but shivering with more lust than Junsu. Jaejoong was already sweating, hips canting forward. His hands did not stop moving, his mouth either, and Junsu’s head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open as the reveled in the attention.
But Yunho appreciated them both more from up close. He moved to the bed, crawling behind Jaejoong again and leaned with his hands, a soft touch up Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong moaned and arched his back against the touch.
“Beautiful,” Yunho whispered into his skin and went back to his ass, laying himself behind Jaejoong’s body. He traced the scrolls of ink again with his fingers and followed with his tongue.
“Fingers,” Jaejoong begged. “It’s been too long to go slow.”
“It’s been less than two weeks,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“Too long.”
Yunho slapped his ass lightly. “What the king wants.”
“Please,” Jaejoong moaned.
“You too.” Junsu pulled him forward for a kiss just as Yunho dumped lube down his cleft. “You want Yunho inside you quickly. I want you inside me. Now.”
Jaejoong shivered. “Fuck, okay, please.”
Yunho kept squeezing, and the lube slipped slick and cold down to his balls. Yunho poured a puddle of it on his hand and reached between Jaejoong’s shaking thighs and gripped his cock in a slick grip.
“Going to come, please,” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu laughed. “Already?”
“Sexy, want you.”
Junsu lifted his legs and Jaejoong moved enough for him to fling them over his arms, hooking them at his elbows and then falling forward against for more kisses. With his other hand, Yunho gripped one of Junsu’s feet and kissed the bottom of it. Junsu laughed at the tickle and rubbed Yunho’s shoulder with the other one.
“Hurry. Want Jaejoong inside me.”
Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s erection, smirking at the low moan from his throat. “He’s more than ready.”
“Me, too. Want to feel you.”
There was a moment of shifting, and Yunho held Jaejoong’s dick steady against Junsu’s opening. He squeezed just a little, and Jaejoong pushed forward. They both moaned, Junsu’s noise high and tight, Jaejoong’s deep and needy. Yunho rubbed his hands up and down Jaejoong’s shaking thighs while he adjusted and pushed deeper. Their mouths joined and fused as Jaejoong rocked into him, steady and firm. Yunho watched from his vantage point, squeezing Jaejoong’s balls and letting his fingers trail along his cock while he pulled in and out of Junsu’s body.
Jaejoong growled and Yunho laughed. ”Is that my cue to fuck you?”
Jaejoong wiggled his ass. “Now.”
Yunho slipped a finger up his cleft and pressed a kiss to his ass. “Prep?” he asked, pushing but not penetrating.
Jaejoong moaned, hips curling in a way that had Junsu echoing the noise.
Yunho poured more lube on his cleft, used his finger to spread it around the crinkled opening and finally pushed in a bit.
“I don’t want prep if you’re going to take your fucking time!” Jaejoong shouted.
Yunho laughed and pushed his finger in. After a few pumps, he asked, “Was there a command buried in that?”
“Fuck me,” Jaejoong said and glared over his shoulder. “Now.”
Yunho leaned down for one more kiss to his ass before getting on his knees and positioning himself behind Jaejoong. “As you wish, my king.”
Jaejoong huffed and Junsu tangled his hands in his hair to pull their mouths back together. Both of them moaned as Yunho pressed slowly into Jaejoong. But the king obviously did not want his servant to go slow, and he thrust back against Yunho and then forward. Yunho fell against him, pinning him to Junsu. He fought the urge to come already and breathed against Jaejoong’s back.
“Up, get off,” Jaejoong muttered, his hips moving between them.
Yunho moaned and did his best to push back up, shift closer on his knees, lean back. As soon as he had the freedom to move again, Jaejoong took over between them. Yunho did not move, but Jaejoong did give him enough room to grip his ass and watch as Jaejoong fucked himself on Yunho’s cock.
“Feel so good, SuSu,” Jaejoong groaned and his body shuddered. His channel clamped down around Yunho, and Yunho lost the tenuous control on his orgasm and leaned forward again to bury his moan into Jaejoong’s shoulder. His hips snapped forward, in time to Jaejoong’s twitches, and he shivered as he pumped Jaejoong full of his release.
“Not fair,” Junsu whimpered.
“Not fair that you’re so sexy,” Jaejoong said. “Do you want me to suck on your dick or do you want to fuck me?”
“I won’t ever say no to either.”
Jaejoong smiled and then looked over his shoulder, with an eyebrow raised. “Do you mind, Bambi?”
Yunho grumbled, but pulled away enough to slip from Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong kneeled over Junsu’s body and then turned just enough to press a kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Mediocre, love.”
“Give me a moment.”
Jaejoong smirked at Junsu. “We need a new slave.”
Junsu laughed and shook his head. “But Bambi is pretty.”
“Well, yes. There is that.”
Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s body and kissed his neck. “I’m sorry masters are so unsatisfied with me. What can I do to be better?”
Jaejoong shivered with laughter and then moaned when Yunho cupped his cock and squeezed.
“Get me inside him,” Junsu said.
Yunho used his other hand to grip Junsu’s cock and hold him up. Jaejoong shifted back and sighed when he sank down on him.
“Fuck, love you.”
Yunho kept his fingers on Jaejoong’s nipples and his mouth on the top edges of the tattooed wings.
Junsu pulled him back down for a kiss, leaving Yunho pressed against them, but feeling a little alone.
“I guess the only thing Yunho can do to be better is hurry up and fuck you with me,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong moaned and then glared at Yunho. “You hear that, Bambi? Get your dick back inside me.”
Yunho licked his lips and started stroking himself. “Yes, masters.”
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When the three of them entered the bridge a couple hours later, smiling and touching, Heechul growled and muttered curses under his breath.
Junsu laughed. “See? That was so worth it.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Be nice.”
“I am so very nice,” Junsu drawled and sucked on Yunho’s jaw.
Heechul growled again.
“You be nice, too,” Jaejoong said to him. “We’ve come to give you a reprieve for a few hours.”
Shindong stretched above his head, fingers interlaced. “Not much to do. We’re on autopilot. But I could use some sleep.”
“Same here,” Yoseob said.
“How is Hyunseung doing down in Engineering?” Yunho asked.
“Just fine,” Shindong said. “He’s been teaching a few of the Doushitens a thing or two. You know that, unless there are problems, these ships fly themselves.”
“Usually,” Yoseob added. “Heechul is still working on breaking the coding so we have complete control of the ship once we get to Shinki.”
“I’ve never worked with a ship this large,” Heechul said. His eyes were swollen and he looked so tired.
“Take a break,” Yunho said and moved over to him.
“Can’t,” he said and shut his eyes, leaning back against the chair. “We’ll be on Shinki in about five days. We have to have everything changed and controlled in two.”
“What can we do to help?” Yunho asked and rubbed his shoulders.
“Get me some coffee,” Heechul said.
Yunho smiled. “Okay. How about this? We will go get you coffee after you’ve slept for an hour.”
Heechul opened his eyes and looked up at him. “How about you give me an orgasm? Siwon and Hangeng won’t mind if it’s you.”
“Jaejoong might.”
“Might?” Jaejoong muttered and snorted.
“Sleep,” Yunho said. “For an hour. It will help and you know it.”
Heechul nodded and then lifted his hand up and pulled Yunho’s face down for a quick but firm kiss. “I’d rather have an orgasm, but sleep is a good substitute.”
“What’s the plan?” Jaejoong said, settling in a chair.
Heechul leaned forward a bit, letting Yunho dig his fingers into the muscles down his spine. “We land in the port like normal and have everyone whisked away.”
“That sounds ...” Junsu started.
“Too easy,” Yunho supplied. "Won't there be guards and other ships and--"
“Give me a break, Yunho,” Shindong said. “You’re acting like this is my first rodeo. What do you think my main job as Leeteuk’s best pilot is?”
“Yeah, but normally, we’re running shuttles,” Yoseob said, “not sneaking into a Shinki port with almost a hundred rebels in a slave transport.”
“Cake,” Shindong said with a grin. “My boys will handle it. We just have to be ready.”
“And they will be,” Heechul said.
“But it’s not that easy?” Jaejoong prompted.
“Of course not. What do you think I’ve been doing while you guys slept and fucked?”
“Tell us,” Yunho said gently and went back to Heechul’s neck with his massage.
“Changing codes and clearances, getting messages to Angel without anyone the wiser, changing the number of slaves records on the ship, organizing delivery trucks to the spaceport to pick us all up, talking to Shinki bastards like I’m one myself. Our little tryst of control did not go unnoticed, so I had to craft a story about a malfunction, and then I had to put that into the ship’s log. I had to erase all video images of us taking over, and then add that the camera system doesn’t work because of the malfunction, and I had to make sure that no one on Shinki can access it remotely because that would fuck with our plans pretty quickly. Oh, and I have Yoochun confined to his room, where he is going to fucking stay until we are all out of this ship.”
“Wow,” Junsu said. “Maybe he does deserve an orgasm.”
“Please wipe off the console before I get back,” Shindong said and stood up.
“Yes, please,” Yoseob added.
“No, no, you guys are right. I need some sleep.” Heechul stood up and leaned against Yunho. “Besides, I’m a married woman. I should be chaste and virtuous while my husband fucks whatever he wants. It’s the Shinki way.”
Yunho hugged him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good girl.”
Heechul scoffed.
“Do you need help to a bed?”
Heechul shook his head. “Nope. I’m just fine.” But his legs shook when he tried to take a step and Shindong caught him before he fell.
“We’ll help you,” Shindong said. “Come on.”
“Do I need to do anything?” Yunho asked and motioned with his hand over the console.
“Yeah,” Shindong said. “Don’t touch anything.”
They laughed and Yunho saluted him. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, master sounds so much better,” Junsu said.
“Fuck you,” Heechul mumbled.
Part 25: The Turbulence
Part 23: The Takeover
Part 22: The Trick
Part 21: The Test
Part 20: The Trust | Part 19: The Tent | Part 18: The Training | Part 17: The Traitor | Part 16: The Torture | Part 15: The Throne | Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | Part 12: The Travail | Part 11: The Talk | Part 10: The Table | Part 9: The Treat | Part 8: The Tub | Part 7: The Tribe | Part 6: The Terrain | Part 5: The Trail | Part 4: The Transformation | Part 3: The Tunnels | Part 2: The Trap | Part 1: The Trip
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