The Prince and the Playboy Epilogue
Title: The Prince and the Playboy Epilogue
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!
Epilogue:
Yunho fastened the last belt of his hanbok, turning around to make sure none of the bite marks and hickys that Jaejoong had left during the night were showing. There was one just below the hem of the collar. It stung, and Yunho tilted his head to the right just to feel the slightly painful stretch.
Before going back out to the main room, he stopped at his armoire and retrieved Jaejoong’s birthday present.
When he entered the room, he had to stop. Jaejoong had not gone back to his own rooms yet, so he wore only the pale blue robe from the night before. And it was draped over his body instead of secured properly, which meant that the bites and hickys that Yunho had left on Jaejoong’s skin were in full view. He ached to make more. His cock twitched.
And while tempting on its own, the most tempting was Jaejoong’s hair, tied loosely, a temptation to remove and have the lengths running through Yunho’s fingers. Jaejoong had explained a few other things to Yunho about the differences in their kingdoms, but having long hair separated the servants from the free men in the exact same way. He was determined to allow Jaejoong to grow his hair out as long as possible without causing a scandal.
He cleared his throat and walked up to the table. Jaejoong glanced at him and smiled widely.
“I forgot about this last night,” Yunho said, presenting a long wooden box to jaejoong. “You are quite distracting, sir.”
Jaejoong smiled and accepted the present. He opened the latch and lifted the lid. His mouth dropped open in a soft gasp.
“It may be impractical for normal meetings, but I thought you might like to have it for your personal writing.”
Jaejoong ran his hand over the soft feather of the quill. He lifted it from the box. The end had been covered in a silver tip, meant to keep the actual feather safe, so he would not have to toss it out like the standard quills. The feather was patterned with browns and whites, almost red in the pale morning light. The accompanying ink well was the same silver, stamped with weaving vines and flowers that had reminded Yunho of Jaejoong’s tattoos. It’d been the most beautiful, and most expensive, quill upon display.
“I cannot take this, my Lord,” Jaejoong said, whispering. “It is not ...”
“It is yours. It belongs to you. Much like I do.”
Jaejoong lifted his head. “What?”
Yunho smiled and moved to him, falling easily to his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. It was a position he was growing quite fond of.
“I belong to you,” Yunho said. “I am the fourth son. I do not need to marry or have an heir. I only need to please you. It is the only thing I want. Consider myself a gift.”
Jaejoong tittered at him. “Are you insane?”
“Probably. Please, sir.”
Jaejoong sighed and ran his hand over Yunho’s neck. “You did not leave your hair down to manipulate me into saying yes.”
Yunho lifted his hands to his hair immediately, going for the tight bindings that kept it in a bun on top of his head.
Jaejoong captured his wrists. “Don’t you dare, after it took me so long to make it cooperate. You have too much hair.”
“Then I shall shorn it all off. For you. If you wish it.”
Jaejoong swallowed, eyes wide.
“It will be the scandal of the century.”
Jaejoong smiled, a soft but genuine smile, even if a little sad. “I’ve already been the part of enough scandals for my life.”
“Then accept me, in the way that our positions allow. Please, sir.”
Jaejoong pulled Yunho toward him with a kiss. “Of course, now get up off the floor before you miss yet another meeting with the treasurer because I cannot keep my hands or my mouth off your skin and body.”
Yunho smiled, head a little loopy, and he stood up, and then sat down at a chair. As he had hoped, his ass stung and the muscles tensed up, sore and tight. He shifted and winced a bit. Aware of Jaejoong’s gaze, he took his teacup and sipped at it.
“Sore?” Jaejoong asked.
“Of course.”
Jaejoong pondered him for a moment, the feather of the quill against his lips. “I’d like to ask my Lord a question.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and motioned him to say what he wanted.
“Would you like to know what it is like to be bound to your bed by the sash of your robes while I fuck myself on your cock?”
Yunho almost spit out his tea, coughing for a few moments before gaining control of himself. He met Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong lifted a brow in question. “You have so many robes, my Lord. Plenty for me to tie your hands and feet to your bed.”
Yunho licked his lips. “I would like that very much, sir.”
Jaejoong’s smile widened into one of pure lust and control. “Very well, Yunho-yah. After dinner. Pick out which sashes you think will leave the prettiest marks on your wrists and ankles, and then wait for me.”
Yunho swallowed with a short nod. “Yes, sir.”
Jaejoong hid his smile behind his teacup, but not the sparkling happiness in his eyes. And the sadness that Yunho was used to seeing was no longer there. It was going to be very difficult to concentrate through his meeting.
Jaejoong suddenly stood, his loose robe billowing open. Yunho eyed the swirls of ink and then his bare cock, bobbing just beyond his reach. He gripped the edges of the robe quickly and pulled Jaejoong to him, upsetting the table, rocking the teapot almost on its side.
“My Lord,” Jaejoong said, voice full of reprimand.
Yunho glanced up at him and then licked at Jaejoong’s erection. “My meeting is not yet for another hour.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “If you think an hour with you is satisfying enough for me, then you are obviously not as smart as I gave you credit for. You’ll just have to wait.”
Yunho pouted, but nodded. With a smile, he leaned forward and pressed a simple kiss to the head of Jaejoong’s erection. “Yes, sir.”
But Jaejoong’s cock filled in front of his face, and his hands curled up under Yunho’s neck. “Then again ... I’m quite sure that I could come from your mouth in less time than that.”
A pearl of clear liquid oozed from the tip, and Yunho leaned forward to lick it up.
“It would be rather nice for both of us if you could taste nothing but my come all through your meeting.”
Yunho nodded. “Please.”
“Very well,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “Open up. There is not much time.”
“Thank you, sir,” Yunho said and opened his mouth.
Part 5: Sex
Part 4: Rimjob
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!
Epilogue:
Yunho fastened the last belt of his hanbok, turning around to make sure none of the bite marks and hickys that Jaejoong had left during the night were showing. There was one just below the hem of the collar. It stung, and Yunho tilted his head to the right just to feel the slightly painful stretch.
Before going back out to the main room, he stopped at his armoire and retrieved Jaejoong’s birthday present.
When he entered the room, he had to stop. Jaejoong had not gone back to his own rooms yet, so he wore only the pale blue robe from the night before. And it was draped over his body instead of secured properly, which meant that the bites and hickys that Yunho had left on Jaejoong’s skin were in full view. He ached to make more. His cock twitched.
And while tempting on its own, the most tempting was Jaejoong’s hair, tied loosely, a temptation to remove and have the lengths running through Yunho’s fingers. Jaejoong had explained a few other things to Yunho about the differences in their kingdoms, but having long hair separated the servants from the free men in the exact same way. He was determined to allow Jaejoong to grow his hair out as long as possible without causing a scandal.
He cleared his throat and walked up to the table. Jaejoong glanced at him and smiled widely.
“I forgot about this last night,” Yunho said, presenting a long wooden box to jaejoong. “You are quite distracting, sir.”
Jaejoong smiled and accepted the present. He opened the latch and lifted the lid. His mouth dropped open in a soft gasp.
“It may be impractical for normal meetings, but I thought you might like to have it for your personal writing.”
Jaejoong ran his hand over the soft feather of the quill. He lifted it from the box. The end had been covered in a silver tip, meant to keep the actual feather safe, so he would not have to toss it out like the standard quills. The feather was patterned with browns and whites, almost red in the pale morning light. The accompanying ink well was the same silver, stamped with weaving vines and flowers that had reminded Yunho of Jaejoong’s tattoos. It’d been the most beautiful, and most expensive, quill upon display.
“I cannot take this, my Lord,” Jaejoong said, whispering. “It is not ...”
“It is yours. It belongs to you. Much like I do.”
Jaejoong lifted his head. “What?”
Yunho smiled and moved to him, falling easily to his knees, between Jaejoong’s legs. It was a position he was growing quite fond of.
“I belong to you,” Yunho said. “I am the fourth son. I do not need to marry or have an heir. I only need to please you. It is the only thing I want. Consider myself a gift.”
Jaejoong tittered at him. “Are you insane?”
“Probably. Please, sir.”
Jaejoong sighed and ran his hand over Yunho’s neck. “You did not leave your hair down to manipulate me into saying yes.”
Yunho lifted his hands to his hair immediately, going for the tight bindings that kept it in a bun on top of his head.
Jaejoong captured his wrists. “Don’t you dare, after it took me so long to make it cooperate. You have too much hair.”
“Then I shall shorn it all off. For you. If you wish it.”
Jaejoong swallowed, eyes wide.
“It will be the scandal of the century.”
Jaejoong smiled, a soft but genuine smile, even if a little sad. “I’ve already been the part of enough scandals for my life.”
“Then accept me, in the way that our positions allow. Please, sir.”
Jaejoong pulled Yunho toward him with a kiss. “Of course, now get up off the floor before you miss yet another meeting with the treasurer because I cannot keep my hands or my mouth off your skin and body.”
Yunho smiled, head a little loopy, and he stood up, and then sat down at a chair. As he had hoped, his ass stung and the muscles tensed up, sore and tight. He shifted and winced a bit. Aware of Jaejoong’s gaze, he took his teacup and sipped at it.
“Sore?” Jaejoong asked.
“Of course.”
Jaejoong pondered him for a moment, the feather of the quill against his lips. “I’d like to ask my Lord a question.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and motioned him to say what he wanted.
“Would you like to know what it is like to be bound to your bed by the sash of your robes while I fuck myself on your cock?”
Yunho almost spit out his tea, coughing for a few moments before gaining control of himself. He met Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong lifted a brow in question. “You have so many robes, my Lord. Plenty for me to tie your hands and feet to your bed.”
Yunho licked his lips. “I would like that very much, sir.”
Jaejoong’s smile widened into one of pure lust and control. “Very well, Yunho-yah. After dinner. Pick out which sashes you think will leave the prettiest marks on your wrists and ankles, and then wait for me.”
Yunho swallowed with a short nod. “Yes, sir.”
Jaejoong hid his smile behind his teacup, but not the sparkling happiness in his eyes. And the sadness that Yunho was used to seeing was no longer there. It was going to be very difficult to concentrate through his meeting.
Jaejoong suddenly stood, his loose robe billowing open. Yunho eyed the swirls of ink and then his bare cock, bobbing just beyond his reach. He gripped the edges of the robe quickly and pulled Jaejoong to him, upsetting the table, rocking the teapot almost on its side.
“My Lord,” Jaejoong said, voice full of reprimand.
Yunho glanced up at him and then licked at Jaejoong’s erection. “My meeting is not yet for another hour.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “If you think an hour with you is satisfying enough for me, then you are obviously not as smart as I gave you credit for. You’ll just have to wait.”
Yunho pouted, but nodded. With a smile, he leaned forward and pressed a simple kiss to the head of Jaejoong’s erection. “Yes, sir.”
But Jaejoong’s cock filled in front of his face, and his hands curled up under Yunho’s neck. “Then again ... I’m quite sure that I could come from your mouth in less time than that.”
A pearl of clear liquid oozed from the tip, and Yunho leaned forward to lick it up.
“It would be rather nice for both of us if you could taste nothing but my come all through your meeting.”
Yunho nodded. “Please.”
“Very well,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “Open up. There is not much time.”
“Thank you, sir,” Yunho said and opened his mouth.
Part 5: Sex
Part 4: Rimjob
Part 3: Kiss
Part 2: Finger Fuck
Part 1: Blowjob
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