The Prince and the Playboy 4/5
Title: The Prince and the Playboy 4/5
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: YunJae own my soul, but I sadly cannot say that I own them.
Summary: Yunho is just another son in a long line of heirs. Life is pretty dull. Until a pretty new servant shows him everything he's been missing.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. Historical!YunJae Smut. Enjoy.
Warning: One scene and a mention of Yunho with others.
Fic poster by hasasimaberta! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 4:
Jaejoong continued his attentions. Almost every night he was in Yunho’s room, working him open with his fingers and sucking down his release from his knees. Yunho adored the attention, loved the pleasure, and craved the control. Or lack thereof.
Jaejoong did not outwardly order him around or even command him to do things. But it was the position, usually Yunho with his ass in the air, face to the bed, that meant Jaejoong was in more control than Yunho.
And while Yunho had never had a problem talking to Jaejoong before, their conversations changed. Still easy. Still long, drawn out, and fulfilling. They were more about Jaejoong’s favorite flowers, foods, and activities. They spoke at length of the politics in the kingdom, and Jaejoong gave him great advice on his duties to the people. He was the perfect scribe.
And the perfect servant.
But Yunho wanted to know more. He wanted to know why Jaejoong did not pleasure himself while pleasuring Yunho. He wanted to know if anyone else touched Jaejoong’s body for a release even though it was highly illegal for anyone but Yunho to touch him. He wanted to know why there was a sadness in his eyes, beyond that of a servant with a new Lord. The sadness in his eyes was different than that in Taeyeon’s or anyone else from their conquered kingdom.
Yunho did not know how to ask. He did not want to demand.
So night after night, he presented his body and let Jaejoong tease an orgasm from him.
It was just another normal morning, with Yunho refusing to get out of bed, that Taeyeon gave him a wonderful idea.
“Today is Jaejoong-ah’s birthday,” she said.
Yunho sat up with a cry. “What? Seriously?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. It’s his birthday today. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell you, but I know that you would have been upset if you did not know.”
Yunho swung out of the bed, swooped her around, and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Help me dress,” he said to the startled girl, “and then consider yourself off for the rest of the day. Don’t tell Jaejoong you told me.”
“I won’t, my Lord. I ... well, I hope that the smile he wears when he comes back from your rooms at night is a genuine smile and not one of sorrow for things we no longer have.”
Yunho’s chest tightened a bit in guilt. He hoped the smiles were because of him too, but that was purely selfish. He could not begrudge Jaejoong of his feelings for his fallen kingdom. It had not been Yunho’s idea for their kingdom to take over Jaejoong’s. He pushed it away, figured he would make it up to Jaejoong somehow, and went about his day, preparing everything he could for Jaejoong’s birthday.
Taeyeon ran interference for him, walaying Jaejoong whenever he wanted to go with Yunho, making up excuses of some sort. He figured he owed her. He had seen her and Jinki making eyes at each other, but as Yunho’s maid, she was not allowed to lay with anyone else. Unless he said so. He made plans in the future to say so.
It took most of the day and careful maneuverings to get everything set up.
But with the sun setting and throwing dim light over his room and everything prepared, Yunho knew it was worth it.
The room was littered with candles, more than usual, most with a mild citrus scent that Taeyeon said Jaejoong loved. Scattered throughout the room were bouquets of roses and tulips, again Jaejoong’s favorites. The small table near one of his divans was piled with Jaejoong’s favorite berries and the fruit pies that the kitchens saved for special occasions, or whenever Yunho went down and pouted at the head cook until she relented and made him a few.
Even with the special birthday present Yunho had gone to the market for, it did not seem like enough.
The door slid open, and Yunho spun around, his hair flicking around him just a little. He smiled at the look of surprise on Jaejoong’s face. He waited, taking in the typical evening robe (this one a pale blue) and the way it actually fell off his shoulder. His hair was loose, the first Yunho had never seen it pulled back, and it framed his face in layers.
“My Lord,” Jaejoong said, and then his eyes narrowed. “This is all Taeyeon’s fault, isn’t it?”
Yunho chuckled. “No, it is mine. I wanted to do something for you.”
Jaejoong wandered around the room, smelling some of the larger candles and touching the delicate petals of the flowers. His smile was soft, still a little sad.
Yunho moved to him. He slid his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. Even though Jaejoong stiffened, Yunho kept moving, tilting his head and pressing a small kiss to Jaejoong soft lips.
“Happy birthday.”
Jaejoong huffed. “You should not have done this, my Lord.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Maybe not. But you’re special to me, Jaejoong, and I wanted to show you that.” He took Jaejoong’s hands and led him toward the divan by the table. He sat him down, and then sat next to him. A position of equals without ordering it. “Eat,” Yunho said and gestured to the berries and pie. “Eat and relax. Taeyeon is under strict instructions to let no one in unless someone is dead. I want you to relax.”
Jaejoong sighed and snagged a few berries from the bowl. “I am not sure I can. I am ... this is ...”
Yunho shifted closer, ran his hands up Jaejoong’s chest, sighing when one hand slipped over skin instead of cloth, and then he smiled and lay against him, head on his chest, arms around his waist, pressed against the couch.
“I want nothing nor expect anything from you tonight,” Yunho said. “I just wanted to give you a chance to not be a servant for a little while.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong whispered. It was silent for a while, while Jaejoong ate and sipped on the offered glass of wine.
A cool berry pressed against his lips and Yunho opened his mouth for it. It was tart and juicy, and he moaned, the noise muffled by Jaejoong’s sudden kiss. Yunho smiled into it, shifting again to lean over him, hand on the arm of the divan, but it was not enough and Yunho ended up straddling his lap, knees pressed against the cushion. Jaejoong’s hands went first to his hips, and then to Yunho’s robe, loosening the ties.
“You left your hair down on purpose,” Jaejoong accused, hands warm on Yunho’s skin.
Yunho laughed. “I think they call that manipulation.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, still smiling, and ran his hand in a loose grip over the length of his long hair, from the base of the ponytail to the tips that brushed almost to his hipbones. Yunho really had to get it cut, even for a prince it was rather long. Jaejoong was able to wrap it up and around his hand more times than necessary.
“Can I take off the tie?” Jaejoong said, fingering the leather band that kept his hair back.
Yunho smiled and kissed him. “You can do whatever you want.”
Jaejoong held his breath, hand shaking as he removed the tie. And then he had his hands in Yunho’s hair, running them through the hair at the base of his skull until Yunho’s hair was flowing down his back, and Yunho was preening.
“Should ... about you ... Ah, Jaejoong-ah, please. Tonight ... this is about you.”
Jaejoong chuckled, scratching at his neck and pulling him close for a kiss. “Yes, but I like to please you, my Lord.”
Yunho frowned and opened his eyes. It was hard to concentrate on something other than Jaejoong’s hands slipping down his shoulders. “No.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “No? After telling me that I get to do what I want?”
Yunho pouted, actually pouted, and said, “Not what I meant. Just ... not my Lord. Not tonight.”
Jaejoong frowned, hands going to Yunho’s cheeks. “That’s dangerous.”
“I know, but I want ... whatever you want.”
“And how exactly is me calling you, ‘Yunho,’ what I want?”
“I don’t know what you want,” Yunho said, huffing. “I never know what you want.”
Jaejoong smiled and pulled Yunho to his lips for a whisper of a kiss. “Yunho-yah.”
Yunho moaned and tried to deepen the kiss. Jaejoong pulled away, ignored Yunho’s pout and fed him a few more berries, each one accompanied by a slightly firmer kiss. Always slightly longer. Yunho whimpered, shifting in his position, every time he was denied Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong slipped his hands into the robe and then off his shoulders, sliding the touch over his back, down to his ass. The robe slithered to the floor. Yunho shuddered, trying to press closer and press back into the grip on his ass.
“See?” Jaejoong said, humor in his voice. “This is exactly what you want.” One hand curled around his erection, stroking only twice before it was desperately hard.
Yunho stopped moving with difficulty and had to swallow before he could say, “Then let me touch you. I want to please you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “What if that is not what I want?”
Yunho pouted again. And then he had an idea. He pushed away from Jaejoong, off the couch, and ended up on his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s thighs, under the robe. Jaejoong hands had stayed in his hair, fingertips against his neck.
“You do not want this,” Yunho asked, whispering.
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head. “You can’t ... you are not ...”
“It is just the two of us. No one will know. Please, let me do this for you.” Yunho pushed the robe away, spreading it open over Jaejoong’s lap. As usual, he was not wearing anything under the night robe, and Yunho stared at his erection with slightly wide eyes. He had no idea what to do beyond what Jaejoong always did for him. So he started with that. He leaned over, holding his breath, and pressed a kiss to the shaft of his erection.
“Yunho-yah, please don’t. Please do not ... you are not ...”
Yunho licked up the shaft to the crown, tongue soft along the ridge. A teasing gleam of liquid pearled at the tip, and Yunho moved higher, until he was able to press his tongue to the slit. The taste was not completely pleasant, but it was only a minor irritant. The moan from Jaejoong’s throat made it worthwhile.
He used his hand to grip the shaft, lift the leaking tip away from Jaejoong’s stomach. He sucked on it. Soft, unsure. Shaking hands settled in his hair, pulling just enough for pressure along his scalp. Yunho’s eyes shut, moan muffled around the soft crown in his mouth.
“You should not be doing this,” Jaejoong whispered, “but since you’re stubborn, I guess I’ll allow it.”
Yunho looked up at him, and Jaejoong sighed. His hands stayed soft, body finally relaxing. Well, relaxing enough to let it tense up in pleasure.
Yunho had no idea what he was doing, but he kept the light grip at the base and moved his mouth up and down, licking along the crown every now and then. He’d always wondered why some maids were better at this than others. It seemed so simple. But he had no idea. Was he doing okay, was he pleasuring Jaejoong at all, did this feel good?
But he was determined. So he continued. And sped up, bobbing his head a little faster.
He almost pulled away when Jaejoong moaned. The fingers tightened in his hair, and well, that must be a good thing. He kept that pace, tightening up when he had to swallow. Or breathe for a moment.
“Slow down,” Jaejoong whispered.
A soft command. But still a command. Yunho whimpered and slowed his mouth. Concentrating, he was able to go a little farther, press the head toward the back of his mouth without gagging. The fingers went from tugging to caressing, the soft skin at his neck, and then along his jaw.
“Such a pretty prince,” Jaejoong murmured. “Pretty on your knees and so eager to please.”
And then he was pulled, up by his head, and Yunho whimpered, trying to keep his mouth on Jaejoong’s dick, but was unable.
Jaejoong smiled and swiped his fingers over Yunho’s lips, and Yunho blushed. He was gasping for breath. Every inch of his body was thrumming with lust, excitement, and need.
“Enough, my turn.”
Yunho frowned, a protest curling over his excitement.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Let me just tell you, Yunho-yah, that I very much love turning a very stoic prince into a quivering, begging mess.”
Yunho crossed his arms and pouted. “Fine. But if you do not have an orgasm with me today, then I am going to be very upset.”
“Is that all you demand?” Jaejoong asked. “There are so many ways that both of us can find our pleasure while I turn you into a quivering, begging street whore.”
Yunho moaned and leaned forward to suck on Jaejoong again.
But he kept him from it.
“Up,” Jaejoong demanded, tugging on his hair. “On your knees, put your head on the arm of the divan.”
Yunho licked his lips. “Yes--”
“Sir,” Jaejoong said, a gleam in his eyes. “You wish to please me, call me sir.”
It was such a degrading thing, addressing him in the ways of the servants, the way his own butler called him.
Yunho swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
Jaejoong smiled. He rubbed his thumb over Yunho’s lips again, humming in amusement, when Yunho tried to suck on it. “Go on.”
Shaking, Yunho crawled up on the divan. His knees sank into the soft cushion, his arms went right to the side, curling and cradling his head. Jaejoong kneeled behind him, hands running up and down his ass.
“I do not see how this is pleasing you,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong spanked him, tearing a surprised yelp from Yunho’s throat. Yunho glared over his shoulder at him, and he got a harsh pinch on his thigh.
“Behave,” Jaejoong said and soothed the sore spot with his mouth.
Yunho moaned and shifted, knees spreading, back bowing toward the cushion.
“It pleases me because you are beautiful,” Jaejoong said, running his hands over Yunho’s back, moving his hair from the skin so it fell over a shoulder and onto the divan. “It pleases me because you trust me. It pleases me because I get to play with you. Now, be still.”
The touches turned firmer, more like a massage, up and down his thighs, over his ass. A harsh scratch down his spine had Yunho whimpering and arching up.
“It pleases me that your pleasure comes from me,” Jaejoong said and licked up the side of his cleft. His tongue was a whisper of a touch, a tease of things.
Yunho gasped and nodded. “Yes, yes.”
“It pleases me that I may leave you here, may tell you to stay and wait for me, and you would do it, wouldn’t you? You would stay just like this, naked, spread out and on display of anyone that walked in. But that does not matter because I told you to stay. Right, Yunho-yah.”
“Yes, yes, yes sir, please.”
Jaejoong chuckled. He gripped Yunho’s ass, spread him open, and leaned down and licked him, right up his cleft.
Fingers, Yunho was used to. Fingers he understood, because being pressed into him and touched in a way that no one had touched him just felt amazing. But this ...
He whimpered, twisting to get away from the soft wet touch of Jaejoong’s tongue. He pressed it right to his opening, long licks up and down his cleft, short straight licks right at the crinkled skin. And it was just so much dirtier, so much sexier, so much ... more ... forbidden.
Yunho cried out and thrust his hips back. Earning him a sharp slap to his thigh and a strong, “Be still.”
Yunho tightened his entire body. He had to stay still. Not move.
But the tongue was back. Licking up and down his cleft, and then pushing against his opening. Entering him. Just a little.
“Oh, oh, please, please, please.”
Yunho had no idea what he was begging for.
“Patience, beautiful prince.”
Jaejoong continued to lick him, each one more damning than the next. Damning. Yes, damning. No other touch, no other man, no other person would ever bring Yunho the same pleasure as Jaejoong. Damning him to a life with Jaejoong.
Or without Jaejoong.
But that was too painful to think about. And almost impossible with Jaejoong’s tongue twisting uncontrollable pleasure through him.
The familiar press of a finger joined the tongue, and Yunho lost control, thrusting back again with a harsh whine.
And he received another spank. Two of them. Sharp and quick over his ass. A firm command.
“Hold still.”
Yunho shuddered, gasped out an apology and flushed red at the “sir” he added to the end of it.
There was a kiss to his asscheek, and then a slick finger sliding inside him. All the way. Yunho clamped down on it, and gasped. His hips lowered, stretching himself open just a little more, and Jaejoong pressed a second finger into him. Too soon, and Yunho tightened right back up, trying to jerk away from it.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said, voice warning. No sweet inflection added to it.
Yunho whimpered at the reprimand and fixed his position. But his entire body was tight, muscles trembling, vision swaying.
Oil dripped at the top of his cleft. Both fingers moved, in and out, deep and quick. Forcing him open. It did not sting. But it was uncomfortable. And then the tongue was back, quick little flicks between his spread fingers, longer lathes up each curve of his ass. Jaejoong sucked on the sensitive skin, biting him, probably leaving marks and imprints of his teeth. Branding him. Yunho hoped so. He hoped he felt the pain of Jaejoong’s teeth tomorrow while he sat through his meetings.
And then slick fingers wrapped around his cock, and he was screaming, trying to muffle the sounds into his arms. He was twisted through pleasure from two points of contact, and that was never good for his longevity. He was panting, breaths in tandem with the waves of pleasure.
No one, no one would ever make Yunho feel this perfect, this complete, this secure.
Yunho was damned to Jaejoong; a sweet, forbidden destiny.
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Part 5: Sex
Part 3: Kiss
Part 2: Finger Fuck
Part 1: Blowjob
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: YunJae own my soul, but I sadly cannot say that I own them.
Summary: Yunho is just another son in a long line of heirs. Life is pretty dull. Until a pretty new servant shows him everything he's been missing.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. Historical!YunJae Smut. Enjoy.
Warning: One scene and a mention of Yunho with others.
Fic poster by hasasimaberta! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 4:
Jaejoong continued his attentions. Almost every night he was in Yunho’s room, working him open with his fingers and sucking down his release from his knees. Yunho adored the attention, loved the pleasure, and craved the control. Or lack thereof.
Jaejoong did not outwardly order him around or even command him to do things. But it was the position, usually Yunho with his ass in the air, face to the bed, that meant Jaejoong was in more control than Yunho.
And while Yunho had never had a problem talking to Jaejoong before, their conversations changed. Still easy. Still long, drawn out, and fulfilling. They were more about Jaejoong’s favorite flowers, foods, and activities. They spoke at length of the politics in the kingdom, and Jaejoong gave him great advice on his duties to the people. He was the perfect scribe.
And the perfect servant.
But Yunho wanted to know more. He wanted to know why Jaejoong did not pleasure himself while pleasuring Yunho. He wanted to know if anyone else touched Jaejoong’s body for a release even though it was highly illegal for anyone but Yunho to touch him. He wanted to know why there was a sadness in his eyes, beyond that of a servant with a new Lord. The sadness in his eyes was different than that in Taeyeon’s or anyone else from their conquered kingdom.
Yunho did not know how to ask. He did not want to demand.
So night after night, he presented his body and let Jaejoong tease an orgasm from him.
It was just another normal morning, with Yunho refusing to get out of bed, that Taeyeon gave him a wonderful idea.
“Today is Jaejoong-ah’s birthday,” she said.
Yunho sat up with a cry. “What? Seriously?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. It’s his birthday today. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell you, but I know that you would have been upset if you did not know.”
Yunho swung out of the bed, swooped her around, and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Help me dress,” he said to the startled girl, “and then consider yourself off for the rest of the day. Don’t tell Jaejoong you told me.”
“I won’t, my Lord. I ... well, I hope that the smile he wears when he comes back from your rooms at night is a genuine smile and not one of sorrow for things we no longer have.”
Yunho’s chest tightened a bit in guilt. He hoped the smiles were because of him too, but that was purely selfish. He could not begrudge Jaejoong of his feelings for his fallen kingdom. It had not been Yunho’s idea for their kingdom to take over Jaejoong’s. He pushed it away, figured he would make it up to Jaejoong somehow, and went about his day, preparing everything he could for Jaejoong’s birthday.
Taeyeon ran interference for him, walaying Jaejoong whenever he wanted to go with Yunho, making up excuses of some sort. He figured he owed her. He had seen her and Jinki making eyes at each other, but as Yunho’s maid, she was not allowed to lay with anyone else. Unless he said so. He made plans in the future to say so.
It took most of the day and careful maneuverings to get everything set up.
But with the sun setting and throwing dim light over his room and everything prepared, Yunho knew it was worth it.
The room was littered with candles, more than usual, most with a mild citrus scent that Taeyeon said Jaejoong loved. Scattered throughout the room were bouquets of roses and tulips, again Jaejoong’s favorites. The small table near one of his divans was piled with Jaejoong’s favorite berries and the fruit pies that the kitchens saved for special occasions, or whenever Yunho went down and pouted at the head cook until she relented and made him a few.
Even with the special birthday present Yunho had gone to the market for, it did not seem like enough.
The door slid open, and Yunho spun around, his hair flicking around him just a little. He smiled at the look of surprise on Jaejoong’s face. He waited, taking in the typical evening robe (this one a pale blue) and the way it actually fell off his shoulder. His hair was loose, the first Yunho had never seen it pulled back, and it framed his face in layers.
“My Lord,” Jaejoong said, and then his eyes narrowed. “This is all Taeyeon’s fault, isn’t it?”
Yunho chuckled. “No, it is mine. I wanted to do something for you.”
Jaejoong wandered around the room, smelling some of the larger candles and touching the delicate petals of the flowers. His smile was soft, still a little sad.
Yunho moved to him. He slid his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. Even though Jaejoong stiffened, Yunho kept moving, tilting his head and pressing a small kiss to Jaejoong soft lips.
“Happy birthday.”
Jaejoong huffed. “You should not have done this, my Lord.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Maybe not. But you’re special to me, Jaejoong, and I wanted to show you that.” He took Jaejoong’s hands and led him toward the divan by the table. He sat him down, and then sat next to him. A position of equals without ordering it. “Eat,” Yunho said and gestured to the berries and pie. “Eat and relax. Taeyeon is under strict instructions to let no one in unless someone is dead. I want you to relax.”
Jaejoong sighed and snagged a few berries from the bowl. “I am not sure I can. I am ... this is ...”
Yunho shifted closer, ran his hands up Jaejoong’s chest, sighing when one hand slipped over skin instead of cloth, and then he smiled and lay against him, head on his chest, arms around his waist, pressed against the couch.
“I want nothing nor expect anything from you tonight,” Yunho said. “I just wanted to give you a chance to not be a servant for a little while.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong whispered. It was silent for a while, while Jaejoong ate and sipped on the offered glass of wine.
A cool berry pressed against his lips and Yunho opened his mouth for it. It was tart and juicy, and he moaned, the noise muffled by Jaejoong’s sudden kiss. Yunho smiled into it, shifting again to lean over him, hand on the arm of the divan, but it was not enough and Yunho ended up straddling his lap, knees pressed against the cushion. Jaejoong’s hands went first to his hips, and then to Yunho’s robe, loosening the ties.
“You left your hair down on purpose,” Jaejoong accused, hands warm on Yunho’s skin.
Yunho laughed. “I think they call that manipulation.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, still smiling, and ran his hand in a loose grip over the length of his long hair, from the base of the ponytail to the tips that brushed almost to his hipbones. Yunho really had to get it cut, even for a prince it was rather long. Jaejoong was able to wrap it up and around his hand more times than necessary.
“Can I take off the tie?” Jaejoong said, fingering the leather band that kept his hair back.
Yunho smiled and kissed him. “You can do whatever you want.”
Jaejoong held his breath, hand shaking as he removed the tie. And then he had his hands in Yunho’s hair, running them through the hair at the base of his skull until Yunho’s hair was flowing down his back, and Yunho was preening.
“Should ... about you ... Ah, Jaejoong-ah, please. Tonight ... this is about you.”
Jaejoong chuckled, scratching at his neck and pulling him close for a kiss. “Yes, but I like to please you, my Lord.”
Yunho frowned and opened his eyes. It was hard to concentrate on something other than Jaejoong’s hands slipping down his shoulders. “No.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow. “No? After telling me that I get to do what I want?”
Yunho pouted, actually pouted, and said, “Not what I meant. Just ... not my Lord. Not tonight.”
Jaejoong frowned, hands going to Yunho’s cheeks. “That’s dangerous.”
“I know, but I want ... whatever you want.”
“And how exactly is me calling you, ‘Yunho,’ what I want?”
“I don’t know what you want,” Yunho said, huffing. “I never know what you want.”
Jaejoong smiled and pulled Yunho to his lips for a whisper of a kiss. “Yunho-yah.”
Yunho moaned and tried to deepen the kiss. Jaejoong pulled away, ignored Yunho’s pout and fed him a few more berries, each one accompanied by a slightly firmer kiss. Always slightly longer. Yunho whimpered, shifting in his position, every time he was denied Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong slipped his hands into the robe and then off his shoulders, sliding the touch over his back, down to his ass. The robe slithered to the floor. Yunho shuddered, trying to press closer and press back into the grip on his ass.
“See?” Jaejoong said, humor in his voice. “This is exactly what you want.” One hand curled around his erection, stroking only twice before it was desperately hard.
Yunho stopped moving with difficulty and had to swallow before he could say, “Then let me touch you. I want to please you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “What if that is not what I want?”
Yunho pouted again. And then he had an idea. He pushed away from Jaejoong, off the couch, and ended up on his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s thighs, under the robe. Jaejoong hands had stayed in his hair, fingertips against his neck.
“You do not want this,” Yunho asked, whispering.
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head. “You can’t ... you are not ...”
“It is just the two of us. No one will know. Please, let me do this for you.” Yunho pushed the robe away, spreading it open over Jaejoong’s lap. As usual, he was not wearing anything under the night robe, and Yunho stared at his erection with slightly wide eyes. He had no idea what to do beyond what Jaejoong always did for him. So he started with that. He leaned over, holding his breath, and pressed a kiss to the shaft of his erection.
“Yunho-yah, please don’t. Please do not ... you are not ...”
Yunho licked up the shaft to the crown, tongue soft along the ridge. A teasing gleam of liquid pearled at the tip, and Yunho moved higher, until he was able to press his tongue to the slit. The taste was not completely pleasant, but it was only a minor irritant. The moan from Jaejoong’s throat made it worthwhile.
He used his hand to grip the shaft, lift the leaking tip away from Jaejoong’s stomach. He sucked on it. Soft, unsure. Shaking hands settled in his hair, pulling just enough for pressure along his scalp. Yunho’s eyes shut, moan muffled around the soft crown in his mouth.
“You should not be doing this,” Jaejoong whispered, “but since you’re stubborn, I guess I’ll allow it.”
Yunho looked up at him, and Jaejoong sighed. His hands stayed soft, body finally relaxing. Well, relaxing enough to let it tense up in pleasure.
Yunho had no idea what he was doing, but he kept the light grip at the base and moved his mouth up and down, licking along the crown every now and then. He’d always wondered why some maids were better at this than others. It seemed so simple. But he had no idea. Was he doing okay, was he pleasuring Jaejoong at all, did this feel good?
But he was determined. So he continued. And sped up, bobbing his head a little faster.
He almost pulled away when Jaejoong moaned. The fingers tightened in his hair, and well, that must be a good thing. He kept that pace, tightening up when he had to swallow. Or breathe for a moment.
“Slow down,” Jaejoong whispered.
A soft command. But still a command. Yunho whimpered and slowed his mouth. Concentrating, he was able to go a little farther, press the head toward the back of his mouth without gagging. The fingers went from tugging to caressing, the soft skin at his neck, and then along his jaw.
“Such a pretty prince,” Jaejoong murmured. “Pretty on your knees and so eager to please.”
And then he was pulled, up by his head, and Yunho whimpered, trying to keep his mouth on Jaejoong’s dick, but was unable.
Jaejoong smiled and swiped his fingers over Yunho’s lips, and Yunho blushed. He was gasping for breath. Every inch of his body was thrumming with lust, excitement, and need.
“Enough, my turn.”
Yunho frowned, a protest curling over his excitement.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Let me just tell you, Yunho-yah, that I very much love turning a very stoic prince into a quivering, begging mess.”
Yunho crossed his arms and pouted. “Fine. But if you do not have an orgasm with me today, then I am going to be very upset.”
“Is that all you demand?” Jaejoong asked. “There are so many ways that both of us can find our pleasure while I turn you into a quivering, begging street whore.”
Yunho moaned and leaned forward to suck on Jaejoong again.
But he kept him from it.
“Up,” Jaejoong demanded, tugging on his hair. “On your knees, put your head on the arm of the divan.”
Yunho licked his lips. “Yes--”
“Sir,” Jaejoong said, a gleam in his eyes. “You wish to please me, call me sir.”
It was such a degrading thing, addressing him in the ways of the servants, the way his own butler called him.
Yunho swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
Jaejoong smiled. He rubbed his thumb over Yunho’s lips again, humming in amusement, when Yunho tried to suck on it. “Go on.”
Shaking, Yunho crawled up on the divan. His knees sank into the soft cushion, his arms went right to the side, curling and cradling his head. Jaejoong kneeled behind him, hands running up and down his ass.
“I do not see how this is pleasing you,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong spanked him, tearing a surprised yelp from Yunho’s throat. Yunho glared over his shoulder at him, and he got a harsh pinch on his thigh.
“Behave,” Jaejoong said and soothed the sore spot with his mouth.
Yunho moaned and shifted, knees spreading, back bowing toward the cushion.
“It pleases me because you are beautiful,” Jaejoong said, running his hands over Yunho’s back, moving his hair from the skin so it fell over a shoulder and onto the divan. “It pleases me because you trust me. It pleases me because I get to play with you. Now, be still.”
The touches turned firmer, more like a massage, up and down his thighs, over his ass. A harsh scratch down his spine had Yunho whimpering and arching up.
“It pleases me that your pleasure comes from me,” Jaejoong said and licked up the side of his cleft. His tongue was a whisper of a touch, a tease of things.
Yunho gasped and nodded. “Yes, yes.”
“It pleases me that I may leave you here, may tell you to stay and wait for me, and you would do it, wouldn’t you? You would stay just like this, naked, spread out and on display of anyone that walked in. But that does not matter because I told you to stay. Right, Yunho-yah.”
“Yes, yes, yes sir, please.”
Jaejoong chuckled. He gripped Yunho’s ass, spread him open, and leaned down and licked him, right up his cleft.
Fingers, Yunho was used to. Fingers he understood, because being pressed into him and touched in a way that no one had touched him just felt amazing. But this ...
He whimpered, twisting to get away from the soft wet touch of Jaejoong’s tongue. He pressed it right to his opening, long licks up and down his cleft, short straight licks right at the crinkled skin. And it was just so much dirtier, so much sexier, so much ... more ... forbidden.
Yunho cried out and thrust his hips back. Earning him a sharp slap to his thigh and a strong, “Be still.”
Yunho tightened his entire body. He had to stay still. Not move.
But the tongue was back. Licking up and down his cleft, and then pushing against his opening. Entering him. Just a little.
“Oh, oh, please, please, please.”
Yunho had no idea what he was begging for.
“Patience, beautiful prince.”
Jaejoong continued to lick him, each one more damning than the next. Damning. Yes, damning. No other touch, no other man, no other person would ever bring Yunho the same pleasure as Jaejoong. Damning him to a life with Jaejoong.
Or without Jaejoong.
But that was too painful to think about. And almost impossible with Jaejoong’s tongue twisting uncontrollable pleasure through him.
The familiar press of a finger joined the tongue, and Yunho lost control, thrusting back again with a harsh whine.
And he received another spank. Two of them. Sharp and quick over his ass. A firm command.
“Hold still.”
Yunho shuddered, gasped out an apology and flushed red at the “sir” he added to the end of it.
There was a kiss to his asscheek, and then a slick finger sliding inside him. All the way. Yunho clamped down on it, and gasped. His hips lowered, stretching himself open just a little more, and Jaejoong pressed a second finger into him. Too soon, and Yunho tightened right back up, trying to jerk away from it.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said, voice warning. No sweet inflection added to it.
Yunho whimpered at the reprimand and fixed his position. But his entire body was tight, muscles trembling, vision swaying.
Oil dripped at the top of his cleft. Both fingers moved, in and out, deep and quick. Forcing him open. It did not sting. But it was uncomfortable. And then the tongue was back, quick little flicks between his spread fingers, longer lathes up each curve of his ass. Jaejoong sucked on the sensitive skin, biting him, probably leaving marks and imprints of his teeth. Branding him. Yunho hoped so. He hoped he felt the pain of Jaejoong’s teeth tomorrow while he sat through his meetings.
And then slick fingers wrapped around his cock, and he was screaming, trying to muffle the sounds into his arms. He was twisted through pleasure from two points of contact, and that was never good for his longevity. He was panting, breaths in tandem with the waves of pleasure.
No one, no one would ever make Yunho feel this perfect, this complete, this secure.
Yunho was damned to Jaejoong; a sweet, forbidden destiny.
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Part 5: Sex
Part 3: Kiss
Part 2: Finger Fuck
Part 1: Blowjob
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