Sharing is Caring 3/4
Title: Sharing is Caring 3/4
Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: One of these days my plot lines will shut up and just let me write PWP.
Part 3: Seduction
Changmin was so beautiful. And so smart. Which made him almost impossible to resist. Not completely, since Junsu had just spent a month resisting the urge to topple him to the bed. But now, with the sun setting, throwing golden light on his darker skin, and his smiles as he praised Yuri's beautiful script (he'd been teaching them to write, which wasn't necessarily legal, but it made them all happy, so Junsu ignored it), Junsu lost it.
He stalked to the bed, grabbed Changmin by the arm and yanked him to the bed, practically throwing him onto it. Hero was not the only one that made a small noise of protest. His was just the loudest.
But Changmin said and did nothing, letting Junsu straddle his waist and pin his arms above his head.
“I am not above forcing you," Junsu said, "but I really do not want to.”
“A thinly veiled threat, your highness,” Changmin replied.
“As thinly veiled as the lack of respect from you when you call me that.”
Changmin smirked. He did not looked panicked, and he did not try to get away. Attempting to call Junsu’s bluff, maybe?
“Perhaps if you looked at is as just one more thing to learn, one more thing to master, you will be more--”
Changmin actually laughed. “And what makes you assume that I do not already know what I am doing?”
Junsu had no answer to that, suddenly aware of the rest of the harem watching the exchange. He took a deep breath. “Then prove it.”
“I am not a child that can be goaded into cleaning my room just because you tell me that I cannot.”
More than one of his slaves snorted with laughter.
Junsu did not know what to say to that.
Changmin exploited the opportunity to surge up, firmly and with more strength than he had ever shown. Amid the startled cries from Uknow and Micky, Junsu found himself on the bed, his pretty young slave hovering over him, and his hands held in a firm grip above his head.
“Not helping my desire, Changminnie,” Junsu said, pushing his hips up against Changmin’s body,
“Not my problem, your highness.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Definitely your problem and also your fault. Fix it.”
Changmin sort of smiled and leaned down and brushed a kiss over his lips, pulling a whimper of disbelief from Junsu. The boy had never initiated a kiss before.
“Even as experienced as they all are and you are, your highness, I am very certain that I could teach you a few things about pleasure, about domination, about lust, and yes, about love.”
“I am certain you could. Give me a lesson now.”
Changmin glanced around the room and then looked back down at Junsu. “If I give you an orgasm, will you leave me alone?”
Junsu smiled. “No. I’ll demand another.”
“And what happens if I deny you an orgasm?”
“I may fall in love.”
Changmin glanced over at Hero. “How good is our lovely prince at following directions?”
Hero snorted. So did Uknow. And probably Sunny. Probably all of them. Ungrateful brats.
“So if i order him to hold his hands here, he will not?”
“Nope. They’ll be wrapped around you before you can move away.”
“So do you normally tie him up or have one of the others hold him down?”
“Sometimes both.”
“I do not want the others to distract you,” Changmin said, “but having more than one set of eyes on you while you’re pleasured heightens your own pleasure. Very well. Uknow-hyung, will you please hold his arms for me?”
Uknow smiled. “You bet.”
Changmin did not release Junsu’s wrists until Uknow had his arms secure. “Please don’t allow him to get his mouth on your skin.”
Junsu opened his mouth to protest, and got a slim finger sliding around his lips. He chose to moan instead, trying to pull it into his mouth to suck on it. Changmin pulled his finger away. And a very light smack to his cheek. “None of that, your highness.”
“You don’t mind if we stay and watch, right, Changminnie?” Hani asked, getting comfortable with Yuri and Sunny near the edge of the bed.
“Of course not. His highness enjoys watching his slaves together, correct?”
Arms snaked around Changmin’s waist, and for once, Changmin did not shrug Hero away, gripping his wrist and actually leaning into his body. “You want some help, sweetie, on what does and doesn’t make his highness beg?”
Changmin turned his head and kissed him, pulling a moan from Junsu and Hero. He smirked. “I do not need any help on how to turn a nobleman into a quivering begging mess of pleasure.”
Hero shivered. “What can I do to help then?”
“Well, I definitely don’t want to hear him say anything intelligible. What do you normally gag him with?”
Junsu narrowed his eyes and pushed at Changmin with his leg. “Not allowed.”
“You aren’t in charge,” Changmin said immediately.
“Changminnie,” Junsu said and tried to shove him again with his leg.
With a huff, Changmin shifted to the side, reaching for Yuri who was the only one wearing anything. A short pair of silk shorts that covered nothing. Hani already had her hand up them, and Changmin tugged on the band. “May I borrow these, please?”
Yuri laughed. “Of course.”
They shifted until the red material slid down her legs. Changmin balled it up in his fist and went right to Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu pressed his lips together and turned his head.
Changmin smiled, curled his fingers around Junsu’s cheek and kissed him. Junsu should have seen it coming, but Changmin’s mouth was so sweet, so soft, his tongue firm. There was no hesitation in his kiss, in the way he held Junsu still. And yet Junsu was still shocked when Changmin’s mouth was gone and the silk was in his mouth.
Junsu glared at him.
Smirking more than smiling, Changmin patted his cheek. “I can get the sash of a robe to secure it in your mouth, or you can be a good prince and hold on to that for me.”
By the gods, Junsu hated him. Well, not really. Of course not. He just wanted to talk. And touch. And kiss his pretty slaves. And fine, he did like knowing that the fabric in his mouth had just been on Yuri, but still. He wanted skin on his mouth, not silk.
Changmin sat back on his knees, one finger tapping his chin, another finger tracing the edges of Junsu’s thigh muscles. Back and forth, up and down. A soft touch so close to his dick, but never on it. Junsu shivered, felt his cock pulse.
“An orgasm,” Changmin said. “Just one, and then I will turn your body over to the others who may give you as many as you want.”
Junsu moaned behind the cloth and nodded. Fine. One. Maybe in a couple weeks, he could convince Changmin to give him another one.
Changmin twisted and shifted back, dislodging Hero. “Micky, you seem to enjoy playing with his nipples, go for it.”
Micky had his arms crossed, kneeling a fair bit away from them all. Junsu understood his hesitation, but he wanted this, and he met Micky’s eyes, trying to show him that.
Micky sighed and crawled over to them, mouth attaching to Junsu’s nipple.
“What about me?” Hero demanded.
Changmin settled between Junsu’s spread legs, hands on his thighs, pushing them apart. Junsu spread them eagerly. He grinned at Hero. “I’m okay with you continuing to touch me, if you wish.”
Hero smiled, laughed in delight, and ran his hands up Changmin’s back and back down to his ass. “Do I get to take these pants off?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Hero huffed. “Fine, but I’m going to grope your ass anyway.” And he did, over the thin silk that was more of an annoyance than a covering.
Changmin turned back to Junsu. A feral, wild light in his eye. One that had Junsu swallowing and then gagging because of the cloth in his mouth.
“And so it begins, your highness,” he whispered.
A promise.
Junsu moaned, eyes rolling back.
Changmin touched his thighs. That was all. Just soft brushes against his skin. He moved higher, to Junsu’s sides every now and then. It was not satisfying. And he wanted to demand that the boy do something. But a few minutes later, with his thighs shuddering, his skin pebbled, and his head spinning, he realized that Changmin was doing something. He was driving him crazy. He wanted to touch, needed to. He squirmed, running his legs up Changmin’s body, twisting to get out of Uknow’s hold. All of that with the firm pressure on his nipple from Micky’s mouth had him throbbing. A touch would have him coming. Probably. He groaned. Just a single touch.
And then Changmin’s mouth touched his inner thigh, cheek brushing against his balls. His pretty lips brushed over the sensitive skin, down to his knee, back up the other leg. Again, too much, too long. But it was nothing. Nothing more than a mouth, and by the gods, Changmin needed to do something now!
He screamed out his frustration behind the gag.
“You are all way too nice to him if he’s already this desperate.”
“He is our master,” Sunny said.
Changmin snorted. “Well, then, it’s a good thing he is not mine.”
“Sweetie,” Hero admonished.
Changmin did not reply. Instead, his longer fingers wrapped up and under Junsu’s thighs, lifting them until his knees were at Changmin’s shoulders, ass off the bed, curled uncomfortably. “Hold him, please,” Changmin said, and Hero gripped his ankles.
Open and spread out, Junsu flushed and then moaned when Changmin went back to touching, up the curves of his ass, the sensitive back of his thighs, nothing more than that, nothing but fingers and soft touches, and then a mouth and a tongue. Everywhere but where Junsu wanted.
And then teeth. Against his ass, and Junsu cried out at the unexpected bite. Another one blossomed on his other cheek, and then more twisted over his thighs. His legs were sore, tired from being held up. His knees were ready to stretch, but firm hands on his ankles kept him from that, from moving really, and he was sprawled out, feet in the air, legs spread, when hands gripped his ass, pushing him up even farther.
And then a soft touch of a tongue. To his entrance. A small lap. A firmer kiss to the curve next to it. And then again. Bites, too. Over and over. Too soft, not enough pressure. He suddenly realized that his voice was louder, the soaked silk against his neck.
“Please, by the gods, please, Changminnie, please.”
Instead of getting what he wanted, which normally happened when he begged. Changmin stopped what he was doing and asked Sunny very sweetly if she would not mind getting a replacement cloth for his mouth.
“No, no, no, please. No. Just ...” But he was not obeyed, and this time the silk was blue and smelled of Hani’s citrus lotion.
He screamed in protest and knew he’d receive no help from the others when all he heard was laughter.
And then hands were on his ass again, firmer, squeezing as he was spread, and then licked. No longer soft and teasing, but firm and in control. Pressing into his body, pushing and hoisting his hips off the bed. When a long, determined finger pressed into his body, Junsu came screaming, pulsing his release out all over his stomach. His body shuddered through the pleasure, aware of the voices of praise from his harem that were not meant for him, but for his pretty new slave.
The finger withdrew, and a moment later, so did hands, and Junsu’s eyes flew open with a cry, trying to focus on Changmin, who was kneeling and attempting to move away. Junsu shook his head so much that the pleasure still clouding his vision made him moan.
“It appears that he doesn’t wish you to stop,” Hero said.
Junsu shook his head and tried to beg through the cloth. He could easily spit it out, demand another orgasm, order one even, but ... well ... he met Changmin’s eyes and attempted to pout.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I promised you an orgasm. I gave you one.”
They stared at each other for a moment longer, and then Micky left his nipple, dropping down his stomach to lick up the come. After only a moment, Changmin had his hands on Micky’s shoulders and then leaned over and down, kissing and licking at Micky’s mouth.
Junsu moaned and suddenly realized that his legs were free. He wrapped them around Changmin, tightening his ankles together.
Changmin pulled away from Mickly’s mouth, come on his chin. He ran a hand down Junsu’s leg, to the junction of hip and body. “It is quite humorous that you think this will stop me from going.” Again, a soft touch. “I guess I can finish what I started and prep you enough for one of the others to fuck you.”
Or you! Junsu tried to say.
Changmin unwound his legs, glancing at Hero, who once again gripped his ankles. Changmin went back to the bed, and Junsu’s moaned in relief.
But this time there was no teasing. Fingers, slick only with spit were pressed into his body, a warm tongue right next to them, sucking and licking at him, pulling at his rim and twisting. Fingers, two and then three, pumping in and out of his body. They left for only a moment, one that Junsu protested loudly about, and then were back, slick with oil. Two fingers, and then three, and then maybe four. Junsu was not sure. More than necessary. They never left him empty, over and over. A hot mouth closed around his balls, and then slid up higher to his dick. Warmth on the shaft, and then slick and hot at the tip. His dick was lifted and then encased. Hot and wet, down a throat.
No teasing with that one, and Junsu moaned, hips curling up, trying to fuck up faster. His knees were hooked at Changmin’s shoulders again, his ankles suddenly free. Moans vibrated up from his dick. Not his own, but Changmin’s. Changmin’s mouth. Changmin’s fingers.
Junsu spit out the cloth. “Dick, please, fuck ... fuck me. Changminnie, fuck me, please, please please. I want your cock. Please. By the gods, please ... please!”
But the mouth did not leave, a steady press deep, all the way down the shaft. The fingers moved, pumping in and out of him harshly.
Junsu whimpered in protest. He wanted to come from his dick, not his mouth. He wanted Changmin inside him, over him. But it appeared that Changmin was not going to stop, and so Junsu fought it. He fought off his pleasure, tried to keep from coming, but his moans grew louder, his hips thrusting and swirling to the pleasure from fingers.
And as quick as it started, it stopped, almost coming and then not. Almost reaching completion and then not. Fingers and mouth went away, leaving him gaping open and pulsing against his stomach.
He screamed in frustration.
A soft, warm chuckle permeated the interrupted pleasure and lips touched his. “I have almost forgotten how enjoyable it is to turn a powerful man into a whimpering mess.”
Junsu whimpered. He desperately needed to move, but Changmin was still there and he was able to wrap his legs around him again.
Changmin huffed against his mouth, but did not stop kissing him, and Junsu surged up as much as he could to deepen the kiss, keep it going, anything to keep Changmin close.
“You have two choices,” Changmin said, still kissing him between words. “I will let you touch me while your pretty slaves keep pleasuring you, or I will fuck you.”
And to Junsu, there was no choice. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, Changmin, please.”
“Very well.”
Changmin pushed up and away from his mouth, and Junsu moaned at the loss of his lips. But Micky went back to his nipple, and Changmin hefted his legs up and over his shoulder. It was not comfortable, and no one was touching his dick.
And Changmin still had pants on.
Junsu frowned, but had no time to demand that he be naked, because his cock was free, pants down just enough. And then it was against his body. Not inside, just there, pressed warm and slick against his ass. Just enough of a touch.
Junsu whined, head thrown back. His wrists hurt in Uknow’s grasp. His nipple was sore. But it was the ache in his ass, the way he clenched that hurt the most. He wanted it. So badly. So much, and he was being denied. Again.
Changmin’s hands ran down his legs. Too soft. Too ...
Junsu cried out. “Fuck me! Please!”
Fingers curled around his cock, and Junsu whimpered when they stroked. Light and quick. He was pulsing. So close to coming, and then Changmin’s dick was between his asscheeks, not moving, just there. It was his hand that was moving, on Junsu’s cock. His body was throbbing for a dick. He needed it.
Those long, perfect fingers, tightened at the base of his cock, staving off his pleasure, and then a second later, Changmin was inside him, his long cock sliding to the hilt in one firm thrust. HIs body shook through pleasure too strong but without completion, without relief. His cries turned to whimpers, his body sagging, and Changmin moved, back and forth, in and out. Too slow. Not enough. His hand left his dick, left it leaking and hard. Both hands went to his ass, Changmin spreading him open while dicking into him. He never wavered in his thrusts, never paused or shifted.
Junsu did, twisting for a better angle, moaning when he was denied and could not move. His legs stayed over Changmin’s shoulders, though instead of knees it was his ankles, and his legs were spread open, knees bent, body on display for the boy who was so much more than that now.
Junsu wanted a kiss. He wanted an orgasm. He wanted those arms wrapped around him. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted. He so desperately wanted Changmin to do this to him again. The thought that he wouldn’t, that it was only this one time, had Junsu choking back tears, his whimpers broken, his body shaking. Again he fought back the pleasure. He did not want to come if this was all he was going to get.
But Changmin was too good, too perfect, too consistent. His pleasure coiled up, twisted and grew, ebbed and flowed with Changmin’s thrusts, ratcheting up with the touches on his thighs, the mouth at his nipples. Two mouths, though he had no idea who the second one belonged to.
When Changmin’s thrusts went faster, he cried out, the noises a mere echo of their bodies slapping together.
There was a hand on his dick again, stroking in time to Changmin’s thrusts. And still he moved, unwavering. Secure.
Junsu focused blurry vision on him, on the firm set to his mouth, the tightness of his eyes. He whined, and Changmin looked away from where he was splitting Junsu open and the grip on his legs loosened. He smiled.
And Junsu’s hands were suddenly free.
Changmin tipped forward, dislodging everyone else and their lips were together, Junsu bent in half while Changmin thrust a bit harder, a little faster.
Junsu wrapped his hands in Changmin’s hair, holding him close with his legs and his arms, and Changmin rocked into him, not really pulling out, their bodies just joined and together.
“Come,” Changmin gasped into his mouth. “Come.”
“No,” Junsu said, shaking his head. “No, no, no.”
“That is an order,” Changmin said, a bit firmer, words punctuated by a firmer thrust.
Junsu gasped, whimpered and pulled Changmin back to his mouth. He did not want to, but wasn’t really able to stop it. In a moment of pure clarity, he was amazed he had lasted as long as he had.
Changmin pulled away suddenly, one hand in Junsu’s hair. He thrust faster, holding himself up for a good angle. He was panting, about to come, and then their eyes met, and Changmin scowled. “Come. I told you to come.”
Junsu really wanted to hold out, just to see his pretty slave come, but the power and control in Changmin’s voice left no room for argument, and as soon as he growled in frustration, hand leaving Junsu’s hair to wrap around his dick, Junsu was coming, back arching off the bed, legs twisting around Changmin’s body. He splattered his release all the way up to his chin, and Changmin growled out something that sounded like, “Finally.” His hands went back to either side of Junsu’s head and their lips were forced together, though Junsu really could not kiss right then, not with his mouth open, with his gasps and whimpers as the pleasure and need continued to twist through him.
Changmin’s body shuddered, teeth biting down on Junsu’s lower lip. His thrusts finally wavered, and his cock pulsed inside Junsu, the dirty squelches echoing through the room with Changmin’s heavy breathing. His elbows buckled and his body fell on top of Junsu’s. He wrapped Changmin up tight, keeping their bodies moving and prolonging their pleasure until it ebbed.
“By the gods,” someone whispered in the silence.
Hero laughed, and there was another body on top of Changmin’s, lips against Junsu’s for a moment. Too many hands reaching to touch them.
Changmin growled, though the noise was so full of pleasure that it wasn’t threatening at all.
Junsu had no idea what to say, so he said nothing, keeping his flushed face against Changmin’s shoulders.
Changmin had quite thoroughly destroyed him, and wasn’t that incredibly embarrassing? Satisfying of course, but also very very unlike him. Even when he let Uknow be in charge, Junsu still did not lose control. Not like that.
And then his body started to ache. Kept still without relief for who knows how long? Junsu moaned and attempted to unwind himself from Changmin’s body. He needed a long bath and a longer massage.
Changmin pushed up onto a hand, blowing sweaty hair out his face. He smirked down at Junsu and rolled his hips, the wet noise of his cock in Junsu’s ass had more than Junsu just moaning.
“Going somewhere, your highness?”
Junsu shuddered. “Bath.”
Changmin grabbed his legs again, hands behind his knees, and thrust slowly into him.
Junsu moaned.
“I guess we could do that. But you are nowhere near dirty enough to rationalize a bath right now.”
“Another choice?” Junsu asked.
“Definitely not.”
Part 4: Accusation
Part 2: Conversation
Part 1: Distraction
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Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: One of these days my plot lines will shut up and just let me write PWP.
Part 3: Seduction
Changmin was so beautiful. And so smart. Which made him almost impossible to resist. Not completely, since Junsu had just spent a month resisting the urge to topple him to the bed. But now, with the sun setting, throwing golden light on his darker skin, and his smiles as he praised Yuri's beautiful script (he'd been teaching them to write, which wasn't necessarily legal, but it made them all happy, so Junsu ignored it), Junsu lost it.
He stalked to the bed, grabbed Changmin by the arm and yanked him to the bed, practically throwing him onto it. Hero was not the only one that made a small noise of protest. His was just the loudest.
But Changmin said and did nothing, letting Junsu straddle his waist and pin his arms above his head.
“I am not above forcing you," Junsu said, "but I really do not want to.”
“A thinly veiled threat, your highness,” Changmin replied.
“As thinly veiled as the lack of respect from you when you call me that.”
Changmin smirked. He did not looked panicked, and he did not try to get away. Attempting to call Junsu’s bluff, maybe?
“Perhaps if you looked at is as just one more thing to learn, one more thing to master, you will be more--”
Changmin actually laughed. “And what makes you assume that I do not already know what I am doing?”
Junsu had no answer to that, suddenly aware of the rest of the harem watching the exchange. He took a deep breath. “Then prove it.”
“I am not a child that can be goaded into cleaning my room just because you tell me that I cannot.”
More than one of his slaves snorted with laughter.
Junsu did not know what to say to that.
Changmin exploited the opportunity to surge up, firmly and with more strength than he had ever shown. Amid the startled cries from Uknow and Micky, Junsu found himself on the bed, his pretty young slave hovering over him, and his hands held in a firm grip above his head.
“Not helping my desire, Changminnie,” Junsu said, pushing his hips up against Changmin’s body,
“Not my problem, your highness.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Definitely your problem and also your fault. Fix it.”
Changmin sort of smiled and leaned down and brushed a kiss over his lips, pulling a whimper of disbelief from Junsu. The boy had never initiated a kiss before.
“Even as experienced as they all are and you are, your highness, I am very certain that I could teach you a few things about pleasure, about domination, about lust, and yes, about love.”
“I am certain you could. Give me a lesson now.”
Changmin glanced around the room and then looked back down at Junsu. “If I give you an orgasm, will you leave me alone?”
Junsu smiled. “No. I’ll demand another.”
“And what happens if I deny you an orgasm?”
“I may fall in love.”
Changmin glanced over at Hero. “How good is our lovely prince at following directions?”
Hero snorted. So did Uknow. And probably Sunny. Probably all of them. Ungrateful brats.
“So if i order him to hold his hands here, he will not?”
“Nope. They’ll be wrapped around you before you can move away.”
“So do you normally tie him up or have one of the others hold him down?”
“Sometimes both.”
“I do not want the others to distract you,” Changmin said, “but having more than one set of eyes on you while you’re pleasured heightens your own pleasure. Very well. Uknow-hyung, will you please hold his arms for me?”
Uknow smiled. “You bet.”
Changmin did not release Junsu’s wrists until Uknow had his arms secure. “Please don’t allow him to get his mouth on your skin.”
Junsu opened his mouth to protest, and got a slim finger sliding around his lips. He chose to moan instead, trying to pull it into his mouth to suck on it. Changmin pulled his finger away. And a very light smack to his cheek. “None of that, your highness.”
“You don’t mind if we stay and watch, right, Changminnie?” Hani asked, getting comfortable with Yuri and Sunny near the edge of the bed.
“Of course not. His highness enjoys watching his slaves together, correct?”
Arms snaked around Changmin’s waist, and for once, Changmin did not shrug Hero away, gripping his wrist and actually leaning into his body. “You want some help, sweetie, on what does and doesn’t make his highness beg?”
Changmin turned his head and kissed him, pulling a moan from Junsu and Hero. He smirked. “I do not need any help on how to turn a nobleman into a quivering begging mess of pleasure.”
Hero shivered. “What can I do to help then?”
“Well, I definitely don’t want to hear him say anything intelligible. What do you normally gag him with?”
Junsu narrowed his eyes and pushed at Changmin with his leg. “Not allowed.”
“You aren’t in charge,” Changmin said immediately.
“Changminnie,” Junsu said and tried to shove him again with his leg.
With a huff, Changmin shifted to the side, reaching for Yuri who was the only one wearing anything. A short pair of silk shorts that covered nothing. Hani already had her hand up them, and Changmin tugged on the band. “May I borrow these, please?”
Yuri laughed. “Of course.”
They shifted until the red material slid down her legs. Changmin balled it up in his fist and went right to Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu pressed his lips together and turned his head.
Changmin smiled, curled his fingers around Junsu’s cheek and kissed him. Junsu should have seen it coming, but Changmin’s mouth was so sweet, so soft, his tongue firm. There was no hesitation in his kiss, in the way he held Junsu still. And yet Junsu was still shocked when Changmin’s mouth was gone and the silk was in his mouth.
Junsu glared at him.
Smirking more than smiling, Changmin patted his cheek. “I can get the sash of a robe to secure it in your mouth, or you can be a good prince and hold on to that for me.”
By the gods, Junsu hated him. Well, not really. Of course not. He just wanted to talk. And touch. And kiss his pretty slaves. And fine, he did like knowing that the fabric in his mouth had just been on Yuri, but still. He wanted skin on his mouth, not silk.
Changmin sat back on his knees, one finger tapping his chin, another finger tracing the edges of Junsu’s thigh muscles. Back and forth, up and down. A soft touch so close to his dick, but never on it. Junsu shivered, felt his cock pulse.
“An orgasm,” Changmin said. “Just one, and then I will turn your body over to the others who may give you as many as you want.”
Junsu moaned behind the cloth and nodded. Fine. One. Maybe in a couple weeks, he could convince Changmin to give him another one.
Changmin twisted and shifted back, dislodging Hero. “Micky, you seem to enjoy playing with his nipples, go for it.”
Micky had his arms crossed, kneeling a fair bit away from them all. Junsu understood his hesitation, but he wanted this, and he met Micky’s eyes, trying to show him that.
Micky sighed and crawled over to them, mouth attaching to Junsu’s nipple.
“What about me?” Hero demanded.
Changmin settled between Junsu’s spread legs, hands on his thighs, pushing them apart. Junsu spread them eagerly. He grinned at Hero. “I’m okay with you continuing to touch me, if you wish.”
Hero smiled, laughed in delight, and ran his hands up Changmin’s back and back down to his ass. “Do I get to take these pants off?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Hero huffed. “Fine, but I’m going to grope your ass anyway.” And he did, over the thin silk that was more of an annoyance than a covering.
Changmin turned back to Junsu. A feral, wild light in his eye. One that had Junsu swallowing and then gagging because of the cloth in his mouth.
“And so it begins, your highness,” he whispered.
A promise.
Junsu moaned, eyes rolling back.
Changmin touched his thighs. That was all. Just soft brushes against his skin. He moved higher, to Junsu’s sides every now and then. It was not satisfying. And he wanted to demand that the boy do something. But a few minutes later, with his thighs shuddering, his skin pebbled, and his head spinning, he realized that Changmin was doing something. He was driving him crazy. He wanted to touch, needed to. He squirmed, running his legs up Changmin’s body, twisting to get out of Uknow’s hold. All of that with the firm pressure on his nipple from Micky’s mouth had him throbbing. A touch would have him coming. Probably. He groaned. Just a single touch.
And then Changmin’s mouth touched his inner thigh, cheek brushing against his balls. His pretty lips brushed over the sensitive skin, down to his knee, back up the other leg. Again, too much, too long. But it was nothing. Nothing more than a mouth, and by the gods, Changmin needed to do something now!
He screamed out his frustration behind the gag.
“You are all way too nice to him if he’s already this desperate.”
“He is our master,” Sunny said.
Changmin snorted. “Well, then, it’s a good thing he is not mine.”
“Sweetie,” Hero admonished.
Changmin did not reply. Instead, his longer fingers wrapped up and under Junsu’s thighs, lifting them until his knees were at Changmin’s shoulders, ass off the bed, curled uncomfortably. “Hold him, please,” Changmin said, and Hero gripped his ankles.
Open and spread out, Junsu flushed and then moaned when Changmin went back to touching, up the curves of his ass, the sensitive back of his thighs, nothing more than that, nothing but fingers and soft touches, and then a mouth and a tongue. Everywhere but where Junsu wanted.
And then teeth. Against his ass, and Junsu cried out at the unexpected bite. Another one blossomed on his other cheek, and then more twisted over his thighs. His legs were sore, tired from being held up. His knees were ready to stretch, but firm hands on his ankles kept him from that, from moving really, and he was sprawled out, feet in the air, legs spread, when hands gripped his ass, pushing him up even farther.
And then a soft touch of a tongue. To his entrance. A small lap. A firmer kiss to the curve next to it. And then again. Bites, too. Over and over. Too soft, not enough pressure. He suddenly realized that his voice was louder, the soaked silk against his neck.
“Please, by the gods, please, Changminnie, please.”
Instead of getting what he wanted, which normally happened when he begged. Changmin stopped what he was doing and asked Sunny very sweetly if she would not mind getting a replacement cloth for his mouth.
“No, no, no, please. No. Just ...” But he was not obeyed, and this time the silk was blue and smelled of Hani’s citrus lotion.
He screamed in protest and knew he’d receive no help from the others when all he heard was laughter.
And then hands were on his ass again, firmer, squeezing as he was spread, and then licked. No longer soft and teasing, but firm and in control. Pressing into his body, pushing and hoisting his hips off the bed. When a long, determined finger pressed into his body, Junsu came screaming, pulsing his release out all over his stomach. His body shuddered through the pleasure, aware of the voices of praise from his harem that were not meant for him, but for his pretty new slave.
The finger withdrew, and a moment later, so did hands, and Junsu’s eyes flew open with a cry, trying to focus on Changmin, who was kneeling and attempting to move away. Junsu shook his head so much that the pleasure still clouding his vision made him moan.
“It appears that he doesn’t wish you to stop,” Hero said.
Junsu shook his head and tried to beg through the cloth. He could easily spit it out, demand another orgasm, order one even, but ... well ... he met Changmin’s eyes and attempted to pout.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I promised you an orgasm. I gave you one.”
They stared at each other for a moment longer, and then Micky left his nipple, dropping down his stomach to lick up the come. After only a moment, Changmin had his hands on Micky’s shoulders and then leaned over and down, kissing and licking at Micky’s mouth.
Junsu moaned and suddenly realized that his legs were free. He wrapped them around Changmin, tightening his ankles together.
Changmin pulled away from Mickly’s mouth, come on his chin. He ran a hand down Junsu’s leg, to the junction of hip and body. “It is quite humorous that you think this will stop me from going.” Again, a soft touch. “I guess I can finish what I started and prep you enough for one of the others to fuck you.”
Or you! Junsu tried to say.
Changmin unwound his legs, glancing at Hero, who once again gripped his ankles. Changmin went back to the bed, and Junsu’s moaned in relief.
But this time there was no teasing. Fingers, slick only with spit were pressed into his body, a warm tongue right next to them, sucking and licking at him, pulling at his rim and twisting. Fingers, two and then three, pumping in and out of his body. They left for only a moment, one that Junsu protested loudly about, and then were back, slick with oil. Two fingers, and then three, and then maybe four. Junsu was not sure. More than necessary. They never left him empty, over and over. A hot mouth closed around his balls, and then slid up higher to his dick. Warmth on the shaft, and then slick and hot at the tip. His dick was lifted and then encased. Hot and wet, down a throat.
No teasing with that one, and Junsu moaned, hips curling up, trying to fuck up faster. His knees were hooked at Changmin’s shoulders again, his ankles suddenly free. Moans vibrated up from his dick. Not his own, but Changmin’s. Changmin’s mouth. Changmin’s fingers.
Junsu spit out the cloth. “Dick, please, fuck ... fuck me. Changminnie, fuck me, please, please please. I want your cock. Please. By the gods, please ... please!”
But the mouth did not leave, a steady press deep, all the way down the shaft. The fingers moved, pumping in and out of him harshly.
Junsu whimpered in protest. He wanted to come from his dick, not his mouth. He wanted Changmin inside him, over him. But it appeared that Changmin was not going to stop, and so Junsu fought it. He fought off his pleasure, tried to keep from coming, but his moans grew louder, his hips thrusting and swirling to the pleasure from fingers.
And as quick as it started, it stopped, almost coming and then not. Almost reaching completion and then not. Fingers and mouth went away, leaving him gaping open and pulsing against his stomach.
He screamed in frustration.
A soft, warm chuckle permeated the interrupted pleasure and lips touched his. “I have almost forgotten how enjoyable it is to turn a powerful man into a whimpering mess.”
Junsu whimpered. He desperately needed to move, but Changmin was still there and he was able to wrap his legs around him again.
Changmin huffed against his mouth, but did not stop kissing him, and Junsu surged up as much as he could to deepen the kiss, keep it going, anything to keep Changmin close.
“You have two choices,” Changmin said, still kissing him between words. “I will let you touch me while your pretty slaves keep pleasuring you, or I will fuck you.”
And to Junsu, there was no choice. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, Changmin, please.”
“Very well.”
Changmin pushed up and away from his mouth, and Junsu moaned at the loss of his lips. But Micky went back to his nipple, and Changmin hefted his legs up and over his shoulder. It was not comfortable, and no one was touching his dick.
And Changmin still had pants on.
Junsu frowned, but had no time to demand that he be naked, because his cock was free, pants down just enough. And then it was against his body. Not inside, just there, pressed warm and slick against his ass. Just enough of a touch.
Junsu whined, head thrown back. His wrists hurt in Uknow’s grasp. His nipple was sore. But it was the ache in his ass, the way he clenched that hurt the most. He wanted it. So badly. So much, and he was being denied. Again.
Changmin’s hands ran down his legs. Too soft. Too ...
Junsu cried out. “Fuck me! Please!”
Fingers curled around his cock, and Junsu whimpered when they stroked. Light and quick. He was pulsing. So close to coming, and then Changmin’s dick was between his asscheeks, not moving, just there. It was his hand that was moving, on Junsu’s cock. His body was throbbing for a dick. He needed it.
Those long, perfect fingers, tightened at the base of his cock, staving off his pleasure, and then a second later, Changmin was inside him, his long cock sliding to the hilt in one firm thrust. HIs body shook through pleasure too strong but without completion, without relief. His cries turned to whimpers, his body sagging, and Changmin moved, back and forth, in and out. Too slow. Not enough. His hand left his dick, left it leaking and hard. Both hands went to his ass, Changmin spreading him open while dicking into him. He never wavered in his thrusts, never paused or shifted.
Junsu did, twisting for a better angle, moaning when he was denied and could not move. His legs stayed over Changmin’s shoulders, though instead of knees it was his ankles, and his legs were spread open, knees bent, body on display for the boy who was so much more than that now.
Junsu wanted a kiss. He wanted an orgasm. He wanted those arms wrapped around him. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted. He so desperately wanted Changmin to do this to him again. The thought that he wouldn’t, that it was only this one time, had Junsu choking back tears, his whimpers broken, his body shaking. Again he fought back the pleasure. He did not want to come if this was all he was going to get.
But Changmin was too good, too perfect, too consistent. His pleasure coiled up, twisted and grew, ebbed and flowed with Changmin’s thrusts, ratcheting up with the touches on his thighs, the mouth at his nipples. Two mouths, though he had no idea who the second one belonged to.
When Changmin’s thrusts went faster, he cried out, the noises a mere echo of their bodies slapping together.
There was a hand on his dick again, stroking in time to Changmin’s thrusts. And still he moved, unwavering. Secure.
Junsu focused blurry vision on him, on the firm set to his mouth, the tightness of his eyes. He whined, and Changmin looked away from where he was splitting Junsu open and the grip on his legs loosened. He smiled.
And Junsu’s hands were suddenly free.
Changmin tipped forward, dislodging everyone else and their lips were together, Junsu bent in half while Changmin thrust a bit harder, a little faster.
Junsu wrapped his hands in Changmin’s hair, holding him close with his legs and his arms, and Changmin rocked into him, not really pulling out, their bodies just joined and together.
“Come,” Changmin gasped into his mouth. “Come.”
“No,” Junsu said, shaking his head. “No, no, no.”
“That is an order,” Changmin said, a bit firmer, words punctuated by a firmer thrust.
Junsu gasped, whimpered and pulled Changmin back to his mouth. He did not want to, but wasn’t really able to stop it. In a moment of pure clarity, he was amazed he had lasted as long as he had.
Changmin pulled away suddenly, one hand in Junsu’s hair. He thrust faster, holding himself up for a good angle. He was panting, about to come, and then their eyes met, and Changmin scowled. “Come. I told you to come.”
Junsu really wanted to hold out, just to see his pretty slave come, but the power and control in Changmin’s voice left no room for argument, and as soon as he growled in frustration, hand leaving Junsu’s hair to wrap around his dick, Junsu was coming, back arching off the bed, legs twisting around Changmin’s body. He splattered his release all the way up to his chin, and Changmin growled out something that sounded like, “Finally.” His hands went back to either side of Junsu’s head and their lips were forced together, though Junsu really could not kiss right then, not with his mouth open, with his gasps and whimpers as the pleasure and need continued to twist through him.
Changmin’s body shuddered, teeth biting down on Junsu’s lower lip. His thrusts finally wavered, and his cock pulsed inside Junsu, the dirty squelches echoing through the room with Changmin’s heavy breathing. His elbows buckled and his body fell on top of Junsu’s. He wrapped Changmin up tight, keeping their bodies moving and prolonging their pleasure until it ebbed.
“By the gods,” someone whispered in the silence.
Hero laughed, and there was another body on top of Changmin’s, lips against Junsu’s for a moment. Too many hands reaching to touch them.
Changmin growled, though the noise was so full of pleasure that it wasn’t threatening at all.
Junsu had no idea what to say, so he said nothing, keeping his flushed face against Changmin’s shoulders.
Changmin had quite thoroughly destroyed him, and wasn’t that incredibly embarrassing? Satisfying of course, but also very very unlike him. Even when he let Uknow be in charge, Junsu still did not lose control. Not like that.
And then his body started to ache. Kept still without relief for who knows how long? Junsu moaned and attempted to unwind himself from Changmin’s body. He needed a long bath and a longer massage.
Changmin pushed up onto a hand, blowing sweaty hair out his face. He smirked down at Junsu and rolled his hips, the wet noise of his cock in Junsu’s ass had more than Junsu just moaning.
“Going somewhere, your highness?”
Junsu shuddered. “Bath.”
Changmin grabbed his legs again, hands behind his knees, and thrust slowly into him.
Junsu moaned.
“I guess we could do that. But you are nowhere near dirty enough to rationalize a bath right now.”
“Another choice?” Junsu asked.
“Definitely not.”
Part 4: Accusation
Part 2: Conversation
Part 1: Distraction
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