Daddy's Baby Boo 2/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 2/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 2:
Yunho watched Jaejoong go. God, he was beautiful. Strong body, pale skin. When they’d first met, it’d been a recurring fantasy of marking up that pale skin with his mouth and teeth. He had a feeling Jaejoong was going to let him now. While Yunho knew that this Daddy kink was more about taking care of each other, after the moment in the kitchen, with Jaejoong being hard as a rock after only a few spankings, he also understood that is was about sex too. Yunho was going to get to discipline him and if that wasn’t just enough to stroke off over, he wasn’t sure what was.
But he refrained. He had a feeling that coming quickly would please Jaejoong a lot, knowing how much Yunho desired him. So instead, he sat back in his chair and turned on his computer. If his pretty baby was only allowed to wear aprons around the house, then Yunho needed to order him some. He only had two that Yunho was aware of.
He did not know which kind Jaejoong would like, so he ordered some plain ones, and then some frilly lacy ones from a Lolita website. He paid extra to have them all rushed. After, he went down the hallway to Jaejoong’s bedroom. His sweet voice was trickling up from the kitchen. Jaejoong had a tendency to sing when he was in a good mood, and Yunho paused in the hallway to listen for a moment.
Jaejoong’s bedroom was a bit of a mess. A wet towel flung over the back of a chair, shoes piled up in corners, various articles of clothing strewn over the floor. Even the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were thrown on his bed. Folded, but not put away.
The closet was not much better. Before Yunho moved in, Jaejoong had said one of the key reasons he bought the place was because of the master closet. Yunho remembered living in an apartment in Tokyo that was about the size of Jaejoong’s closet. There were cabinets and dressers, and shelves, tables, and hooks, and closet rods. But there was no organization. Jaejoong had a shit-ton of clothes. And they were pretty much everywhere. He had no idea what was clean and what was not. There were even hangers everywhere, on the floor, on the table, on the dresser.
He stood there for a moment, and then changed his mind. He was not going to do all the work. Jaejoong was going to do all the work. But he was still curious. So he went to the dresser.
Sure enough. The bottom drawer had sex toys in it. A few dildos ranging in size, a butt plut, smaller bullets, a few cockrings, lots of half-empty bottles of lube, and to Yunho’s amusement, a single pair of nipple clamps.
So pain and pleasure is what his baby liked. Yunho excelled at combining the two.
He took the nipple clamps with him and stopped just inside the kitchen and stared. Jaejoong was wearing a red apron. The only thing obscuring the back view was a red bow at his waist and the loop around his neck. He had such a gorgeous body. Wide shoulders, a small waist. A cute perky little ass. Yunho had only seen him naked on a few occasions before today. The colorful scrolls of Jaejoong’s tattoos had teased him for the last few years. Yunho vowed to get his hands on Jaejoong’s back soon. And his tongue, tracing the ink, teasing nipples and belly buttons and sensitive areas of skin.
Jaejoong suddenly looked over at him. He smiled, flushed and looked away, ducking his head.
“I changed my mind,” Yunho said and leaned against the counter to watch Jaejoong cook. “Your closet is a war zone. You’re going to clean it up.”
Jaejoong pouted and huffed, but mumbled, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you at a stopping point?”
Jaejoong looked over at him and then at the vegetables in the pan. He nodded and set the spoon on a plate.
“You’re so neat and clean when you cook. Why is your closet so different?”
“I’m not going to eat my clothes.”
“No, but you do wear them. You should always look edible.” Yunho tugged him closer by the apron, and then he pulled at the loop on his neck, lifting it up and over his neck. He ran his fingers down Jaejoong’s tattooed chest, following the flowery vines, and pinched his nipples, making Jaejoong moan and sway closer to him.
Chuckling, Yunho pushed him back and then lifted the nipple clamps. Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t seen them before.
“I like your bottom drawer,” Yunho said with a grin. He flicked Jaejoong’s nipple again. The clamp was easy to put on, the flat heads taking Jaejoong’s nipple and a bit more of the skin around it. A silver chain connected both of the clamps, and Yunho tugged on it as soon as both clamps were secure.
“Hmm,” Yunho said and lifted the chain up to Jaejoong’s mouth. The clamps stretched his nipples and Jaejoong moaned, swaying into Yunho’s body. But his mouth was open and Yunho pressed the chain inside. Jaejoong bit down on it.
“Sexy, baby,” Yunho said and kissed his cheek, hands running up and down his side. “You don’t need to keep the chain in your mouth right now, but these clamps are going to stay on until I take them off.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It was very clear, even with the chain in his mouth.
“You need a safeword because I want to throw you over the island and use your utensils to fuck you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Now? Please?”
“No. Breakfast. Finish breakfast.”
Jaejoong took a very deep breath and let the chain fall out of his mouth. “Okay.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips and went back to the table and took out his phone. He had a text message from Yoochun.
ChunSlut: I hope you’re having a great morning. A vulgar series of dick emojis followed. Jaejoong will never tell you this, but his last boyfriend really took advantage of him and abused him. Not in a good way. Be careful with him. Don’t make me cut off your dick.
Yunho frowned and glanced up at Jaejoong. He sent back a single word: abuse?
He didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to worry. Or go to prison.
Yeah, if he’d known, Yunho probably would have put Hyunjoong in the hospital. He’d never liked that guy. The two of them had only dated for about six months, and that was over a year ago. He didn’t think Jaejoong had any serious boyfriends since then.
Yunho’s last serious boyfriend was at about that same time. He’d been dating this really amazing dancer named Donghae. They got on really well, but with Yunho’s schedule at his father’s law firm, and Donghae country hopping with an idol group, everything sort of fizzled out. They still met up for a drink sometimes, but nothing ever date-like or involving sex. Yunho considered him a friend.
Why the fuck are you texting me and why aren’t you fucking Jaejoong?
Yunho snorted and rolled his eyes. Because it’s more than that and you know it. Jaejoong is cooking us breakfast.
He watched Jaejoong for a moment, and at a time when he was turned away, ass blocked by the island, but obviously naked under the apron, Yunho took a picture and sent it to Yoochun.
Yoochun sent back a bunch of dick emojis and TAP THAT ASS! in English.
“Your best friend is a sex fiend,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smiled over at him. “There’s a reason why we like him, right, Daddy?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes.”
“What is he saying about me?”
Yunho took a deep breath. “Hyunjoong abused you?”
Jaejoong froze for a moment, face falling in anguish. Yunho immediately stood up and went to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “You should have told me. I would have punched him in the face.”
Jaejoong breathed against his neck and shook his head. “He ... he started out just about perfect, and it just ... got too violent. He ignored my safeword once and ... yeah, that’s not okay. Yoochun threatened to rip off his dick.”
Yunho chuckled. “He just threatened me with the same thing.” Yunho tilted his head up. “I didn’t mean to make you frown, Boo. I want to give you everything you want, everything you need. If I do something you don’t want me to do, make sure you tell me, okay? Everything is for you.”
Jaejoong pouted and touched his chest lightly. “Okay, but what about you?”
Yunho smiled. “You like nipple clamps? You like the moments of pain when you move?”
Jaejoong flushed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, I like to watch your face. I like to watch you experience it. I like to watch you take pleasure in things I do to you. It looks like breakfast is done. Go put it on the table, and then we’re going to eat.”
Jaejoong nodded and turned to obey. Jaejoong had made them an omelette and small danishes with fresh fruit. It was a bit amazing that it was all done so quickly, but Yunho had a feeling the danishes had already been prepped and stored somewhere in the fridge or freezer.
Yunho wasn’t really allowed in the fridge unless he was getting himself a beer.
“Sit,” Yunho said and pointed to the chair next to him.
Jaejoong did, and Yunho removed the top of the apron again, barring his chest and his nipples that were turning red. He tugged on the chain and smiled at Jaejoong’s hiss of breath.
“I should have brought down a dildo, so you could have it inside you while we eat.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “N-next time, please, Daddy.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “Everything looks so delicious.” He deepened the kiss for a moment, a firm tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. “Even the food looks good.”
Jaejoong flushed and smiled widely at him.
Yunho sat in his own chair and pulled it close. He kept one hand on the silver chain, twisting it around a finger, and used the chopsticks with the other to feed them both. He put tiny bites in Jaejoong’s mouth, trailing the chopsticks over his lips. The sweet danishes left flakes of crusts and bits of sugar on his lips and neck, and Yunho leaned forward to lick them off.
When the food was gone, Yunho removed the clamps. “Now for dessert,” he whispered and leaned forward to lick at the swollen nubs. Jaejoong moaned. His skin shivered under the soft touches of Yunho’s tongue.
“Breakfast was delicious,” Yunho said and pressed a longer kiss to his lips. “Such a good cook. I want to demand that you make me breakfast every day, but our schedules are too different. Saturdays. They’ve always been our days. They’ll keep being our days. Just you and me. If we must hang out with friends it will be on Sunday.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “Okay, Daddy. A whole day of you to myself. I won’t ever complain about that.”
“Now, cooking is done. Apron off. And then we’re going to get started on your closet.”
Jaejoong pouted and huffed. “Fine. I still don’t understand why.”
Yunho twisted a sore nipple, pulling a cry from him. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand why. It’s a rule.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho softened the touch. The other nipple was not as red, so Yunho put a clamp back on it and then used the chain to lead Jaejoong through the kitchen, tutting at him when the apron was put on the counter, and waiting with arms crossed until Jaejoong folded it and put it back in its drawer. He’d have to find a new place for aprons, once the ones that Yunho had ordered arrived.
He tugged Jaejoong behind him, pulling a bit roughly on the clamp, just to hear Jaejoong hiss and then moan. He went right to the closet. There was a small table near the middle of it, and Yunho pointed at it. “Lay over it.”
He did so almost eagerly, and Yunho smiled. He ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s bare back, and then said, “Such a mess.” And he spanked him. Three hard smacks on one cheek. Jaejoong yelped and then tried to thrust back into his hand. “You are not to have your closet look like this anymore, you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t move.” Yunho went back to the drawer and took out a bright blue bullet and a bottle of lube.
Jaejoong’s eyes were wide with anticipation.
“Since you don’t want to clean, I’m going to give you a bit of incentive,” Yunho said and poured lube right on the cleft of Jaejoong’s ass. He used the bullet to spread it around and then pressed it into his body. The crinkled skin tightened a bit and then he relaxed with a moan.
“If you obey me and stop grumbling, I’ll turn the vibrations on.” Yunho patted his ass. “Now, stand up. First thing. T-shirts. Pick them all up and put them on the table. I have no idea which clothes are clean or dirty. Put the dirty clothes in the hamper.”
Yunho leaned against a wall and crossed his arms. He tried to exude dominance and control and tried not to coo at how adorable Jaejoong looked while obeying his orders. As soon as he was done, with the T-shirts folded and put on a shelf, Yunho moved close to him, cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.
“Good job, baby.”
Jaejoong shivered, eyes shining with happiness.
Yunho lifted an eyebrow, spun him around, and bent him over. He found the controls of the toy (after letting his fingers slip up and down Jaejoong’s cleft) and he turned on the vibrations, keeping them at a low setting.
Jaejoong whimpered. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now. Pants. Fold the jeans, hang up your slacks.” He patted Jaejoong’s bottom, a little firmly, and Jaejoong scrambled to obey.
Yunho had to fight to control himself. He did not want the first time he fucked Jaejoong to be in a closet with Jaejoong bent over the table. Maybe the second time. Not the first. Watching Jaejoong obey him was so arousing. Watching a very naked Jaejoong with a clamp on his nipple and a bullet in his ass obey him was so arousing.
By the time Jaejoong was on the floor, gathering up socks and boxers, the vibrations of the bullet were on their highest setting. Jaejoong’s cock was throbbing and leaking precome all over the hardwood.
And Yunho was about ready to explode.
But the closet was clean. Finally.
And the clothes all over the bedroom were going to have to wait.
Yunho needed an orgasm. Now.
With Jaejoong still on his knees, Yunho stopped what he was doing. He put the other clamp back on his nipple and then led Jaejoong on his hands and knees back into the bedroom and right to the bed.
“Up.” Short firm order.
As soon as he was on his back, Yunho was over him, kissing him, playing with his swollen nipples.
“Such a good job,” Yunho muttered. “So sexy. Fuck, Jaejoong, there’s still--” He pulled away and took a very deep breath. “There’s still too much to talk about, but god, I want to fuck you. Is that okay?”
Jaejoong actually rolled his eyes.
And Yunho narrowed his and slapped his cheek very lightly. “Don’t be so disrespectful. I’m asking. I don’t have to ask. You belong to me, don’t you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and said, “Sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“If you think it’s too soon, then I will not.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes. “Too soon? I’ve been dreaming of Daddy fucking me for three years. I don’t think it’s too soon.”
“Good. Please tell me you have lube in your nightstand, because I forgot to grab a bottle.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, Daddy. It’s there.”
Yunho pressed a short kiss to his lips and then moved to the edge of the bed. He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Jaejoong. “Open that. Spread it over your dick and nipples and then stroke yourself.” He didn’t wait to see if Jaejoong obeyed, but stood up to strip off his clothes. He wasn’t going to wait. Not this time.
Jaejoong’s nipples shimmered in the light. His cock was so hard and red in his hand.
Yunho licked his lips and shuffled between his legs. He took his knees in a strong grip and bent him in half, barring his ass, and the toy still buried inside him. He spun the cord around his finger and pulled it out. The vibrations settled on his thigh, and then Yunho moved it over and around one of the nipple clamps.
Jaejoong moaned, cock throbbing. “Do ... do I have permission to come, Daddy?”
“Not until my cock is inside you.”
“Then hurry up, Daddy.”
Yunho growled, used one hand to smack him again. Lightly. And Jaejoong sighed and apologized.
With his hand still on Jaejoong’s cheek, he leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re going to have to learn to watch your mouth, naughty boy. Or maybe I will buy you a muzzle. So I don’t have to hear you talk when all I want is your body.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Yes, Dad--” He stopped and bit his lip with a smile.
Yunho moaned. He had such a pretty smile. He went back for one more kiss, and then used his hand to position his dick at Jaejoong’s entrance. He hadn’t been prepped and it was way too tight and too soon, but he thrust inside of him anyway, causing Jaejoong to almost scream, back arching off the bed. Yunho settled on his knees, pulling Jaejoong close and fucked into him, until their bodies were pressed together. He kept one hand at his knee and used the other to pull on the clamps.
Jaejoong’s hand sped up on his cock, head thrashing on the bed.
Yunho sped up, hitting into him harder, his orgasm rushing through him just as quick as he knew it would.
Jaejoong’s body clamped around him. The moans echoing around them turned to a scream, one that sounded just like, “Daddy!” and Jaejoong shivered and pulsed out his release, all over his stomach and up onto the clamps. His body was too tight, and Yunho fell over him, hands by his head and kissed him, just as fast and deep as he fucked him. Jaejoong’s shivering legs tightened around his back, hands in his hair, and Yunho rushed for his release, coming hard and fast inside Jaejoong’s tight channel. He collapsed on top of him, a series of curses and heavy breaths leaving his mouth.
The pleasure shimmered on his skin, pulsed around his head.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “Good fuck, Daddy.”
Yunho chuckled. He propped up on an elbow and kissed him lightly. “Two choices. You can go take a shower and clean up the come in your body, or I can push this bullet back inside you and you can clean up this mess in your room.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Bullet, Daddy.”
Yunho returned his smile and kissed him. “Good choice.”
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 1: The First Rule
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 2:
Yunho watched Jaejoong go. God, he was beautiful. Strong body, pale skin. When they’d first met, it’d been a recurring fantasy of marking up that pale skin with his mouth and teeth. He had a feeling Jaejoong was going to let him now. While Yunho knew that this Daddy kink was more about taking care of each other, after the moment in the kitchen, with Jaejoong being hard as a rock after only a few spankings, he also understood that is was about sex too. Yunho was going to get to discipline him and if that wasn’t just enough to stroke off over, he wasn’t sure what was.
But he refrained. He had a feeling that coming quickly would please Jaejoong a lot, knowing how much Yunho desired him. So instead, he sat back in his chair and turned on his computer. If his pretty baby was only allowed to wear aprons around the house, then Yunho needed to order him some. He only had two that Yunho was aware of.
He did not know which kind Jaejoong would like, so he ordered some plain ones, and then some frilly lacy ones from a Lolita website. He paid extra to have them all rushed. After, he went down the hallway to Jaejoong’s bedroom. His sweet voice was trickling up from the kitchen. Jaejoong had a tendency to sing when he was in a good mood, and Yunho paused in the hallway to listen for a moment.
Jaejoong’s bedroom was a bit of a mess. A wet towel flung over the back of a chair, shoes piled up in corners, various articles of clothing strewn over the floor. Even the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were thrown on his bed. Folded, but not put away.
The closet was not much better. Before Yunho moved in, Jaejoong had said one of the key reasons he bought the place was because of the master closet. Yunho remembered living in an apartment in Tokyo that was about the size of Jaejoong’s closet. There were cabinets and dressers, and shelves, tables, and hooks, and closet rods. But there was no organization. Jaejoong had a shit-ton of clothes. And they were pretty much everywhere. He had no idea what was clean and what was not. There were even hangers everywhere, on the floor, on the table, on the dresser.
He stood there for a moment, and then changed his mind. He was not going to do all the work. Jaejoong was going to do all the work. But he was still curious. So he went to the dresser.
Sure enough. The bottom drawer had sex toys in it. A few dildos ranging in size, a butt plut, smaller bullets, a few cockrings, lots of half-empty bottles of lube, and to Yunho’s amusement, a single pair of nipple clamps.
So pain and pleasure is what his baby liked. Yunho excelled at combining the two.
He took the nipple clamps with him and stopped just inside the kitchen and stared. Jaejoong was wearing a red apron. The only thing obscuring the back view was a red bow at his waist and the loop around his neck. He had such a gorgeous body. Wide shoulders, a small waist. A cute perky little ass. Yunho had only seen him naked on a few occasions before today. The colorful scrolls of Jaejoong’s tattoos had teased him for the last few years. Yunho vowed to get his hands on Jaejoong’s back soon. And his tongue, tracing the ink, teasing nipples and belly buttons and sensitive areas of skin.
Jaejoong suddenly looked over at him. He smiled, flushed and looked away, ducking his head.
“I changed my mind,” Yunho said and leaned against the counter to watch Jaejoong cook. “Your closet is a war zone. You’re going to clean it up.”
Jaejoong pouted and huffed, but mumbled, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you at a stopping point?”
Jaejoong looked over at him and then at the vegetables in the pan. He nodded and set the spoon on a plate.
“You’re so neat and clean when you cook. Why is your closet so different?”
“I’m not going to eat my clothes.”
“No, but you do wear them. You should always look edible.” Yunho tugged him closer by the apron, and then he pulled at the loop on his neck, lifting it up and over his neck. He ran his fingers down Jaejoong’s tattooed chest, following the flowery vines, and pinched his nipples, making Jaejoong moan and sway closer to him.
Chuckling, Yunho pushed him back and then lifted the nipple clamps. Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t seen them before.
“I like your bottom drawer,” Yunho said with a grin. He flicked Jaejoong’s nipple again. The clamp was easy to put on, the flat heads taking Jaejoong’s nipple and a bit more of the skin around it. A silver chain connected both of the clamps, and Yunho tugged on it as soon as both clamps were secure.
“Hmm,” Yunho said and lifted the chain up to Jaejoong’s mouth. The clamps stretched his nipples and Jaejoong moaned, swaying into Yunho’s body. But his mouth was open and Yunho pressed the chain inside. Jaejoong bit down on it.
“Sexy, baby,” Yunho said and kissed his cheek, hands running up and down his side. “You don’t need to keep the chain in your mouth right now, but these clamps are going to stay on until I take them off.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It was very clear, even with the chain in his mouth.
“You need a safeword because I want to throw you over the island and use your utensils to fuck you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Now? Please?”
“No. Breakfast. Finish breakfast.”
Jaejoong took a very deep breath and let the chain fall out of his mouth. “Okay.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips and went back to the table and took out his phone. He had a text message from Yoochun.
ChunSlut: I hope you’re having a great morning. A vulgar series of dick emojis followed. Jaejoong will never tell you this, but his last boyfriend really took advantage of him and abused him. Not in a good way. Be careful with him. Don’t make me cut off your dick.
Yunho frowned and glanced up at Jaejoong. He sent back a single word: abuse?
He didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to worry. Or go to prison.
Yeah, if he’d known, Yunho probably would have put Hyunjoong in the hospital. He’d never liked that guy. The two of them had only dated for about six months, and that was over a year ago. He didn’t think Jaejoong had any serious boyfriends since then.
Yunho’s last serious boyfriend was at about that same time. He’d been dating this really amazing dancer named Donghae. They got on really well, but with Yunho’s schedule at his father’s law firm, and Donghae country hopping with an idol group, everything sort of fizzled out. They still met up for a drink sometimes, but nothing ever date-like or involving sex. Yunho considered him a friend.
Why the fuck are you texting me and why aren’t you fucking Jaejoong?
Yunho snorted and rolled his eyes. Because it’s more than that and you know it. Jaejoong is cooking us breakfast.
He watched Jaejoong for a moment, and at a time when he was turned away, ass blocked by the island, but obviously naked under the apron, Yunho took a picture and sent it to Yoochun.
Yoochun sent back a bunch of dick emojis and TAP THAT ASS! in English.
“Your best friend is a sex fiend,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smiled over at him. “There’s a reason why we like him, right, Daddy?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes.”
“What is he saying about me?”
Yunho took a deep breath. “Hyunjoong abused you?”
Jaejoong froze for a moment, face falling in anguish. Yunho immediately stood up and went to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “You should have told me. I would have punched him in the face.”
Jaejoong breathed against his neck and shook his head. “He ... he started out just about perfect, and it just ... got too violent. He ignored my safeword once and ... yeah, that’s not okay. Yoochun threatened to rip off his dick.”
Yunho chuckled. “He just threatened me with the same thing.” Yunho tilted his head up. “I didn’t mean to make you frown, Boo. I want to give you everything you want, everything you need. If I do something you don’t want me to do, make sure you tell me, okay? Everything is for you.”
Jaejoong pouted and touched his chest lightly. “Okay, but what about you?”
Yunho smiled. “You like nipple clamps? You like the moments of pain when you move?”
Jaejoong flushed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, I like to watch your face. I like to watch you experience it. I like to watch you take pleasure in things I do to you. It looks like breakfast is done. Go put it on the table, and then we’re going to eat.”
Jaejoong nodded and turned to obey. Jaejoong had made them an omelette and small danishes with fresh fruit. It was a bit amazing that it was all done so quickly, but Yunho had a feeling the danishes had already been prepped and stored somewhere in the fridge or freezer.
Yunho wasn’t really allowed in the fridge unless he was getting himself a beer.
“Sit,” Yunho said and pointed to the chair next to him.
Jaejoong did, and Yunho removed the top of the apron again, barring his chest and his nipples that were turning red. He tugged on the chain and smiled at Jaejoong’s hiss of breath.
“I should have brought down a dildo, so you could have it inside you while we eat.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “N-next time, please, Daddy.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “Everything looks so delicious.” He deepened the kiss for a moment, a firm tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. “Even the food looks good.”
Jaejoong flushed and smiled widely at him.
Yunho sat in his own chair and pulled it close. He kept one hand on the silver chain, twisting it around a finger, and used the chopsticks with the other to feed them both. He put tiny bites in Jaejoong’s mouth, trailing the chopsticks over his lips. The sweet danishes left flakes of crusts and bits of sugar on his lips and neck, and Yunho leaned forward to lick them off.
When the food was gone, Yunho removed the clamps. “Now for dessert,” he whispered and leaned forward to lick at the swollen nubs. Jaejoong moaned. His skin shivered under the soft touches of Yunho’s tongue.
“Breakfast was delicious,” Yunho said and pressed a longer kiss to his lips. “Such a good cook. I want to demand that you make me breakfast every day, but our schedules are too different. Saturdays. They’ve always been our days. They’ll keep being our days. Just you and me. If we must hang out with friends it will be on Sunday.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “Okay, Daddy. A whole day of you to myself. I won’t ever complain about that.”
“Now, cooking is done. Apron off. And then we’re going to get started on your closet.”
Jaejoong pouted and huffed. “Fine. I still don’t understand why.”
Yunho twisted a sore nipple, pulling a cry from him. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand why. It’s a rule.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho softened the touch. The other nipple was not as red, so Yunho put a clamp back on it and then used the chain to lead Jaejoong through the kitchen, tutting at him when the apron was put on the counter, and waiting with arms crossed until Jaejoong folded it and put it back in its drawer. He’d have to find a new place for aprons, once the ones that Yunho had ordered arrived.
He tugged Jaejoong behind him, pulling a bit roughly on the clamp, just to hear Jaejoong hiss and then moan. He went right to the closet. There was a small table near the middle of it, and Yunho pointed at it. “Lay over it.”
He did so almost eagerly, and Yunho smiled. He ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s bare back, and then said, “Such a mess.” And he spanked him. Three hard smacks on one cheek. Jaejoong yelped and then tried to thrust back into his hand. “You are not to have your closet look like this anymore, you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t move.” Yunho went back to the drawer and took out a bright blue bullet and a bottle of lube.
Jaejoong’s eyes were wide with anticipation.
“Since you don’t want to clean, I’m going to give you a bit of incentive,” Yunho said and poured lube right on the cleft of Jaejoong’s ass. He used the bullet to spread it around and then pressed it into his body. The crinkled skin tightened a bit and then he relaxed with a moan.
“If you obey me and stop grumbling, I’ll turn the vibrations on.” Yunho patted his ass. “Now, stand up. First thing. T-shirts. Pick them all up and put them on the table. I have no idea which clothes are clean or dirty. Put the dirty clothes in the hamper.”
Yunho leaned against a wall and crossed his arms. He tried to exude dominance and control and tried not to coo at how adorable Jaejoong looked while obeying his orders. As soon as he was done, with the T-shirts folded and put on a shelf, Yunho moved close to him, cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.
“Good job, baby.”
Jaejoong shivered, eyes shining with happiness.
Yunho lifted an eyebrow, spun him around, and bent him over. He found the controls of the toy (after letting his fingers slip up and down Jaejoong’s cleft) and he turned on the vibrations, keeping them at a low setting.
Jaejoong whimpered. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now. Pants. Fold the jeans, hang up your slacks.” He patted Jaejoong’s bottom, a little firmly, and Jaejoong scrambled to obey.
Yunho had to fight to control himself. He did not want the first time he fucked Jaejoong to be in a closet with Jaejoong bent over the table. Maybe the second time. Not the first. Watching Jaejoong obey him was so arousing. Watching a very naked Jaejoong with a clamp on his nipple and a bullet in his ass obey him was so arousing.
By the time Jaejoong was on the floor, gathering up socks and boxers, the vibrations of the bullet were on their highest setting. Jaejoong’s cock was throbbing and leaking precome all over the hardwood.
And Yunho was about ready to explode.
But the closet was clean. Finally.
And the clothes all over the bedroom were going to have to wait.
Yunho needed an orgasm. Now.
With Jaejoong still on his knees, Yunho stopped what he was doing. He put the other clamp back on his nipple and then led Jaejoong on his hands and knees back into the bedroom and right to the bed.
“Up.” Short firm order.
As soon as he was on his back, Yunho was over him, kissing him, playing with his swollen nipples.
“Such a good job,” Yunho muttered. “So sexy. Fuck, Jaejoong, there’s still--” He pulled away and took a very deep breath. “There’s still too much to talk about, but god, I want to fuck you. Is that okay?”
Jaejoong actually rolled his eyes.
And Yunho narrowed his and slapped his cheek very lightly. “Don’t be so disrespectful. I’m asking. I don’t have to ask. You belong to me, don’t you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and said, “Sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“If you think it’s too soon, then I will not.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes. “Too soon? I’ve been dreaming of Daddy fucking me for three years. I don’t think it’s too soon.”
“Good. Please tell me you have lube in your nightstand, because I forgot to grab a bottle.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, Daddy. It’s there.”
Yunho pressed a short kiss to his lips and then moved to the edge of the bed. He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Jaejoong. “Open that. Spread it over your dick and nipples and then stroke yourself.” He didn’t wait to see if Jaejoong obeyed, but stood up to strip off his clothes. He wasn’t going to wait. Not this time.
Jaejoong’s nipples shimmered in the light. His cock was so hard and red in his hand.
Yunho licked his lips and shuffled between his legs. He took his knees in a strong grip and bent him in half, barring his ass, and the toy still buried inside him. He spun the cord around his finger and pulled it out. The vibrations settled on his thigh, and then Yunho moved it over and around one of the nipple clamps.
Jaejoong moaned, cock throbbing. “Do ... do I have permission to come, Daddy?”
“Not until my cock is inside you.”
“Then hurry up, Daddy.”
Yunho growled, used one hand to smack him again. Lightly. And Jaejoong sighed and apologized.
With his hand still on Jaejoong’s cheek, he leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re going to have to learn to watch your mouth, naughty boy. Or maybe I will buy you a muzzle. So I don’t have to hear you talk when all I want is your body.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Yes, Dad--” He stopped and bit his lip with a smile.
Yunho moaned. He had such a pretty smile. He went back for one more kiss, and then used his hand to position his dick at Jaejoong’s entrance. He hadn’t been prepped and it was way too tight and too soon, but he thrust inside of him anyway, causing Jaejoong to almost scream, back arching off the bed. Yunho settled on his knees, pulling Jaejoong close and fucked into him, until their bodies were pressed together. He kept one hand at his knee and used the other to pull on the clamps.
Jaejoong’s hand sped up on his cock, head thrashing on the bed.
Yunho sped up, hitting into him harder, his orgasm rushing through him just as quick as he knew it would.
Jaejoong’s body clamped around him. The moans echoing around them turned to a scream, one that sounded just like, “Daddy!” and Jaejoong shivered and pulsed out his release, all over his stomach and up onto the clamps. His body was too tight, and Yunho fell over him, hands by his head and kissed him, just as fast and deep as he fucked him. Jaejoong’s shivering legs tightened around his back, hands in his hair, and Yunho rushed for his release, coming hard and fast inside Jaejoong’s tight channel. He collapsed on top of him, a series of curses and heavy breaths leaving his mouth.
The pleasure shimmered on his skin, pulsed around his head.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “Good fuck, Daddy.”
Yunho chuckled. He propped up on an elbow and kissed him lightly. “Two choices. You can go take a shower and clean up the come in your body, or I can push this bullet back inside you and you can clean up this mess in your room.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Bullet, Daddy.”
Yunho returned his smile and kissed him. “Good choice.”
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 1: The First Rule
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