Daddy's Baby Boo 10/11?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 10/11?
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".
Part 10:
Jaejoong woke up sore and well fucked. So well fucked. He had a moment of doubt that he could handle much more and then Yunho’s hands slid up the back of his thighs, a soft touch, probably what woke him to begin with. And then his lips followed, touching the bruised curve of his ass. Jaejoong had gone to bed wearing a pair of Yunho’s boxers, but they hadn’t made it through the night before Yunho had them off and his cock buried deep with their moans echoing in the dark, early hours of the morning.
“Sexy, baby,” Yunho whispered, moving higher with his mouth, over the swell and along his lower back.
“Sexy, Daddy,” Jaejoong murmured.
Yunho chuckled, breath warm on his back, chest rumbling against his body.
Jaejoong moaned, rocking his morning erection on the bed. Yunho shifted them both, spread Jaejoong’s legs, kneeling behind him. A firmer touch ran up his thighs to his ass.
“Today’s orders. Are you listening?”
Jaejoong hummed, arching into the grip on his sore ass.
“Coffee is already made and done, so after your morning routine, come downstairs and make breakfast. Any chores you need to do will be done after that, so any laundry, cleaning. Work comes before play, right, baby?”
Jaejoong sighed and muttered, “Right, Daddy.”
“After everything is clean, you’re to use the bathroom, give yourself that enema that I bought for you, and then shower. At that point, you have my permission to find me wherever I am and climb on my dick. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He patted Jaejoong’s ass. “Wear the purple apron. It will match your pretty sore ass.”
Yunho leaned over, spread his ass almost too much, and licked just once up his cleft.
“What would you like for breakfast, Daddy?”
“Something fancy.”
Jaejoong smiled. Yunho knew that he liked to show off. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Lips touched his shoulder, and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open. He wanted to protest Yunho leaving the bedroom. He really liked sharing a bed with him. But he had his orders. And having orders and things to do, but more importantly, things to do for Daddy, was just as good as being pressed so close to Yunho’s body. Sometimes better.
He pushed up to his knees, stretching his back and arms, arching and twisting for a moment. It was much later in the morning than Jaejoong was expecting. He did not mind. He was sure that they both needed the extra sleep.
Jaejoong wanted to skip his normal workout, but Daddy had been very clear about doing his routine. God, his body hurt. He cut all of his exercises in half, rationalizing it because sex was amazing exercise, right? He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and went to his closet for the purple apron.
As Daddy said, coffee was ready, and Jaejoong poured himself a cup. He pondered his options for breakfast. Meat-filled and heavy? Or light and fruity? Maybe something simple. But Yunho had asked for fancy. Jaejoong thought back through the years of things that Yunho had seemed to prefer. He definitely liked sweet. And usually fruity. Strawberry anything was his favorite. So something on the sweet side, but not dessert. Crepes sounded good. Sweet and savory. Or just tart?
Jaejoong leaned against the countertop and winced. Ow.
But that was right. Daddy had wanted cupcakes too. He had a feeling that he needed to make those now or else he’d spend most of the afternoon bent over and fucked and he wouldn’t have time to obey Daddy’s order.
He winced again while bending over to get a mixing bowl and pans. God, his ass hurt. He moved a little slow, muscles tight. He needed a good long stretch. A massage. Ugh. With kisses. Hands. Fingers inside him. Fuck.
Maybe later, Daddy would not mind giving him another massage.
By the time the cupcakes were in the oven, Jaejoong had settled on one of Yoona’s creations, orange crepes with pomegranate syrup. At the restaurant, they served it with ice cream, but for breakfast, Jaejoong added some rosemary to the crepe batter and prepared some warm cubed ham and slivered almonds to garnish it.
He was almost done with the breakfast and the cupcakes were cooking in the oven when strong arms and a warm body wrapped around him. “Beautiful,” Yunho murmured against his neck.
“The food too?” Jaejoong asked, making Yunho chuckle.
“Yes, the food too. Such a pretty baby.” Yunho cupped his ass lightly, fingers slipping under the apron and to the front of his body. “Why does it smell like cake?” Yunho asked, a question Jaejoong barely heard over his own moan from Yunho’s hand around his cock.
“Cupcakes,” he gasped. “Daddy wanted cupcakes.”
Yunho laughed. “I did. Thank you for remembering, Boo. You’re such a good baby.”
Jaejoong flushed, whimpering from the praise and rubbing against Yunho’s growing cock.
“Do you want more coffee?”
Jaejoong had to stop moving and think about that question before managing to say, “Yes, please, Daddy.”
Yunho moved away from him, and Jaejoong took a few very deep breaths that did nothing to calm his raging erection.
But breakfast was not going to get done if he wanted an orgasm, and he had his orders. Yunho made more coffee while Jaejoong put a few finishing touches on breakfast. Luckily, Jaejoong had timed it right, and the oven beeped, signaling that the cupcakes were done just as Jaejoong was plating breakfast.
“I’ll get them,” Yunho said.
“Don’t forget to turn the oven off,” Jaejoong said with a grin, thought he did not look up.
“I only did that once.”
“That you told me about.”
Yunho huffed. “It was only once, Boo.”
Jaejoong laughed.
He carried the plates with breakfast over to the table, setting them down carefully.
“Don’t sit,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong glanced over at him. “What?”
“Don’t sit,” Yunho said. He made a show of turning the dial on the oven off, and then came over to the table. He sat at his chair and then pointed to the floor. “Your ass is sore. Isn’t it? Kneel.”
Jaejoong shivered in lust and nodded. “Thank you for ... fuck. Just ... fuck.” He kneeled.
Yunho laughed. “For ordering you around because you love it so much?”
“Yes, and thinking ... fuck.”
“Thinking of your sore, bruised ass? I haven’t really been able to stop. God, this food looks amazing. Why are you so amazing?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Born this way.”
“Liar. You were born a brat.” He patted Jaejoong’s cheek. “Years of school and practice and hard work have made you perfect.”
Jaejoong flushed, smile even wider.
Yunho ate his breakfast, feeding Jaejoong bites of the sweet and savory crepes. Some bites were followed by kisses. Licks when warm syrup dripped down his chin.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Yunho said. “Remember when I told you to do a bunch of chores?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t. I have a few more things to do for work today, to prepare for a huge client meeting I have tomorrow, but god, I’d much rather do all of that later tonight. After breakfast, enema, then come to my room, okay?”
“I have no problem with that at all, Daddy.”
“Like I said, a brat.” Yunho patted his cheek again.
“I’ll clean up during the week now,” Jaejoong promised, something he’d already determined to do himself, “so I don’t have to clean during the weekends.”
“Will you have time for that?”
“For more of your cock, I’ll make time.”
The touch on his cheek turned to a caress. “Smart, sweet, sexy, beautiful brat.” And then a kiss. Kisses that continued more frequently while they finished their breakfast.
“Don’t want to let you go yet,” Yunho said and tugged at Jaejoong’s arm, pulling him up into his lap. Jaejoong did not mind at all, arms wrapping around Yunho’s neck, one hand into his hair. Their mouths joined, and Yunho’s hands slid up and down his back, one hand on his ass, the other releasing the tie of the apron.
“Rule number one was such a great idea,” Yunho murmured into his mouth. His fingers curled around his ass, to his cleft, rubbing against his opening softly. “How did I get so lucky?”
Jaejoong moaned and tried to press back on his fingers.
“The sooner you get that enema done, the sooner I can have my fingers and tongue inside your body.”
“Fuck. Okay. Fuck.”
But Yunho kept kissing him, a little longer, fingers still teasing, warm hand against his bruised ass.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what? Are you actually asking me to stop kissing you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip with a whine. “But I want ... I want ... want you to touch me and lick me and ...”
Yunho smirked. “In a little while. Be patient.”
Jaejoong whined again, the noise muffled by Yunho’s lips and then his tongue. He kept whining though because he wanted Daddy to fuck him so badly. It’d been hours already without him. Hours without his cock. Without his fingers.
Yunho pulled away with a sigh and smacked his face. Just a light touch. But it made Jaejoong wince and look down. Right at his hard cock that was soaking the apron with precome.
“Fine, baby. Fine. It’s my own fault for filling your head with the idea anyway. Get going.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re lucky I want it just as badly or I’d throw you over my lap for more spankings for acting so insolent.”
Jaejoong fell to his knees with a frown and rubbed his face against Daddy’s thigh. “I’m sorry. I just ... I want you. It’s been so long.”
Yunho snorted. “So long? You are insatiable, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Well, you’re sexy.”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “Go. Come find me when you’re done.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Yes, Daddy.”
When Jaejoong turned around to crawl out of the kitchen, Yunho leaned forward and spanked him just once, tearing a surprised yelp and wince from Jaejoong.
“There, just so you don’t think you got away with that.”
Jaejoong laughed and shook his ass at Yunho. He crawled all the way to the bedroom, into the closet and removed the apron, making sure he put it away. He wasn’t going to risk sitting in the corner again by not picking up his clothes. That was a very, very effective punishment.
The enema wasn’t horrific, just uncomfortable and gross to think about. Jaejoong fought the urge to hurry through the preparations. Yunho mentioned that he had work to do too, so Jaejoong had to make sure he gave Yunho enough time for that.
The shower was more torturous, because Jaejoong was used to jerking off in the shower on Sundays. He was careful and went for quick and efficient. Keeping his hands away from his cock. Mostly.
Anticipation sped his steps, cut his facial routine in half, brushed his teeth. He was shaking when he was done and out the door. His cock was hard and leaking, swaying in front of him as he made his way to Yunho’s bedroom.
Yunho was on the phone, talking to a client. He smiled at Jaejoong in welcome, so the conversation was not too serious.
Jaejoong debated if he should sit on the floor, kneel, or the bed maybe? Yunho made the decision for him, holding out his hand and then patting his lap. Jaejoong’s smile widened, and he settled eagerly into what was becoming his favorite position, arms around Yunho’s neck, face buried against his skin, legs thrown over the arm of the chair. Yunho hooked his other arm under his knees, fingers teasing the curve of his thigh.
“Talk to your leader,” Yunho said, and it sounded to Jaejoong like he had said it more than once. “It is his job to listen to your concerns, and you may find that he has the same concerns as you do. If you aren’t honest with me, I cannot do my job well ... Yes, you’re still worth it. Everyone is.”
Jaejoong smiled against his shoulder. Yunho had always been so considerate of everyone. And domineering when he needed to be, like in the courtroom. Jaejoong had sat in on a public case once, where Yunho was the lead defense attorney. He’d stroked his cock raw in the bathroom afterward.
Yunho ended the call, and his other arm wrapped around Jaejoong’s body. He took a deep breath. “That boy better go talk to his leader or I’m going to facilitate a meeting.”
“Isn’t that meddling and slightly illegal? Client lawyer confidence?”
“Yes, but this will be a much easier case if they talk to each other instead of just me. They’ve both approached me, and they’re both trying to hide it.”
“Which you can’t tell each of them?”
“Nope.”
Jaejoong was intrigued and wanted to ask what group, hoping it wasn’t one of his favorites. But he was used to Yunho’s vague references regarding his cases.
“Hold tight,” he whispered, and Jaejoong gripped and tensed, moaning when Yunho stood up, lifting him easily and carrying him to the bed. He settled over him, fully clothed, and Jaejoong pouted at him until he was kissed and he forgot about the clothes. Until he tried to touch skin and just touched T-shirt. He tried to take it off, but Yunho stayed his hands with a soft grip on his wrists. He pulled away from Jaejoong’s mouth and smiled, shaking his head. “Not yet. Let me worship you.”
Jaejoong moaned and put his hands above his head. Yunho started back with his mouth, long sweet kisses, broken only by their smiles, by their shared breaths.
“How did I get so lucky?” Yunho asked between kisses.
Jaejoong smiled. “Lucky that I’m understanding and didn’t kick you out for burning down my kitchen?”
“Such an understanding baby,” Yunho murmured and cut off Jaejoong’s chuckles with his lips.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky either. They’d officially been together for less than two weeks and it felt like a lifetime. Maybe Yoochun was right. Four years. They’d been dating for four years and neither one was smart enough to realize it.
Jaejoong choked back tears, turning the sudden love and passion in his heart into their kiss. He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s soft hair, wrapped a leg around his waist, and pulled their bodies together. Yunho fell against him, returning the deep kiss. Their bodies waved together, their hands touched together. They breathed and kissed and loved together.
When Jaejoong pulled at Yunho’s T-shirt, he allowed it, pulling it over his head, and Jaejoong ran his hands all around Yunho’s bare skin and back into his hair. They settled together, like they’d been making out and sharing each other’s souls for four years instead of just two weeks.
It made Jaejoong’s chest ache, his throat tighten.
“Baby,” Yunho crooned at him and wiped at the tears that Jaejoong hadn’t realized had falled.
“I love you,” Jaejoong gasped. “I love you so much. I ... fuck.”
Yunho smiled, caressed Jaejoong’s lips with a finger.
Jaejoong kissed it, and then Yunho’s mouth was at his neck, sucking and biting hickys into his shoulder and chest.
Jaejoong moaned, squirming underneath him. His hands fluttered over skin, his body thrumming to the slow rolls of Yunho’s hips against his.
“You put all that work into cleaning yourself out, I should go take advantage of it. Do you want to get on your knees or lift up your hips?”
The question took a moment to permeate the happiness in Jaejoong’s mind. He didn’t mind either position, but being on his knees let him relax more.
“Knees,” he whispers.
Yunho hummed in agreement. “I can knead your ass and play with your dick while I eat you out.”
Jaejoong moaned and twisted, Yunho moving to give him room. Yunho’s hands did not leave his skin while he twisted up to his knees. They ran down his thighs, pushing a little, and Jaejoong spread his legs. He pulled a pillow to his head for the support and for something to scream into. He had a feeling Yunho was going to make him scream.
“Your ass is so bruised,” Yunho said, running his hands up over the curve and to his back.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know. I love it.”
“I haven’t really had a chance to kiss it better, have I?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope.”
Lips followed his hands, warm and wet down his skin. He started at Jaejoong’s tailbone and moved lower, tongue sliding over the curves of his ass. In a moment when Jaejoong relaxed, teeth bit down hard, and Jaejoong gasped, his back bowing to the bed, ass pressing against Yunho’s hands.
Yunho chuckled. “That spot wasn’t bruised,” he whispered, lips still against skin, and then he moved and bit down again. Pain flared again and again over Jaejoong’s body, and his head went light. The moans out of his mouth were almost unconsciously loud. After a few more bites, Yunho went back to licks and kisses. The first time his tongue slid over Jaejoong’s twitching entrance, had Jaejoong moaning into the pillow.
Yunho lapped at his body, soft touches, unhurried and calm. He was either doing it to torture Jaejoong or he was doing it because he just loved rimming.
Or both. In the haze of his brain, Jaejoong figured it was both. He had to bite the pillow against whimpers and begs for Yunho to go faster. And it was more than just his mouth. It was the firm grip on his ass, spreading him open. The ache twisting with the pleasure and lust. Impossible to muffle his cries even against the pillow.
Yunho pressed his thumbs hard against sensitive skin, pulling him open and then licking at him again, wiggling inside him with his tongue. Yunho made a noise that he usually only made after eating something particularly good that Jaejoong had cooked. Jaejoong’s entire body flushed. And relaxed, letting Yunho press just a bit deeper.
“Wish I could just devour you from the inside,” Yunho said, going back to softer licks up and down his cleft. Jaejoong cried out when Yunho suddenly gripped his balls, pulling on them a little too roughly. Who was he kidding? Jaejoong loved it and thrust his ass into Yunho’s face to show him.
Yunho chuckled.
Cold and wet dripped down his cleft, and fingers followed, stopping right at his entrance.
Jaejoong cursed, and tried to spread his legs more.
Yunho licked at him while pushing his finger into him, and Jaejoong whimpered, body sagging.
“Beautiful,” Yunho crooned, and then pumped his finger, probably as slow as possible, dragging it in and out of Jaejoong’s body. Just to hear him whimper.
“Bastard,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed. “Be quiet, Boo. I’ve been dreaming of eating you out for four years. Let me enjoy it.”
“Let me enjoy it,” Jaejoong said with a glare over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled and said, “The longer I eat, the longer it is until I let you come and you will enjoy that more than speeding this up.”
Jaejoong whined, because he was so very correct.
The one finger stayed inside him, leaving only to give Yunho’s tongue room to lap at him.
Jaejoong was shaking, gasps echoing around the room, he tried to hold still and couldn’t thrusting back on Yunho’s finger and tongue. Finger? Fingers?
Shit, more than one. In and out of him, twisting and spreading him open, room for his tongue to lick between them.
“Next time,” Yunho murmured against the curve of his ass. “Next time, I’m tying you up, make use of your new gag.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck. Good. Feels. Fuck. Good. Idea.”
Yunho chuckled, two fingers turning into three, and Jaejoong’s body tightened up against them before thrusting back. Yunho did not stop him, his other hand gripping his ass, so Jaejoong went fasting, fucking onto his fingers, as far inside him as they could go. And then Yunho gripped his dick, a slick touch that had Jaejoong’s vision going gray, pleasure throwing him forward and then down.
Yunho’s fingers fell out of him, and Jaejoong whimpered in frustration.
With another soft chuckle, Yunho helped him back up to his knees. “Stroke your cock if you want.”
Jaejoong moaned, hand under his body to stroke himself off. And then Yunho’s fingers were inside him again. More than three, two from each hand, never leaving him empty. Jaejoong lost focus on everything but the intrusive feel of a touch deep inside his body, where fingers were not supposed to touch.
And a tongue. God, Yunho’s tongue.
Fingers stayed inside him, stop moving, and Yunho kissed up his back, lips warm on his spine. Jaejoong curled up into his warmth, chest to back, and Yunho snuck his hand around his body, fingers splayed over his chest and then against his nipples. Slick and teasing the nubs.
“I love you,” he said into Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong turned his head to reply and got a kiss instead, deep and heavy. He moaned, thrusting back on the fingers inside him.
“The enema was a good idea, admit it.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, good idea. Cock better. Dick. Inside me. Better idea.”
When the fingers actually left him, Jaejoong almost changed his mind. His body was clenching around nothing, used to being full from Yunho’s attentions. The arm around his body tightened and lifted, and Jaejoong followed the command, up to his hands and knees. The loss of fingers was not as agonizing as the loss of Yunho’s body heat. He used a firm grip on Jaejoong’s ass to push himself to his knees.
But the warmth of his dick sliding up his cleft was worth losing both of those.
His back bowed again, curling his hips to offer his ass to Yunho. “Shit. Yunho, fuck me.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, darling.”
Instead, Yunho stilled, dicked nestled between his asscheeks. That are almost immediately slapped.
“Fuck, Yunho.”
“Hmm?’
The sting flared up his spine, and his cock throbbed.
“Fuck me.”
Instead, his dick moved, up and down his cleft, and Jaejoong moaned, shivering, arms collapsing. The hand on his back slid up to his hair and pulled, a harsh yank, to keep him up.
“Fuck, please, come on.”
Jaejoong’s body was protesting not being full, clenching and spasming. HIs cock was throbbing.
He begged for it. He demanded it. But it still took him by surprise. The smooth slide of slick hot skin over his entrance suddenly turning into a heavy stretch of penetration. Jaejoong jerked forward with a cry and then thrust back just as Yunho thrust forward, sinking his cock into Jaejoong all at once.
“Shit, fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fucking hell,” jaejoong managed to gasp. HIs dick throbbed harder, spurting over the blankets, and his hand was there in a moment, stroking himself, until he came, finished his orgasm in seconds, too much build up from the teasing, from the fingers, from his tongue.
Fuck, his tongue.
He shuddered through the release, rocking back onto Yunho’s dick until he was gasping, sagging, trying to fall to the bed.
But Yunho gripped his hips, kept him up, and thrust into him, pulling him forward and back. His own moans spiraled through the room, making Jaejoong smile. He loved that Yunho was just as affected by him. Yunho wanted him just as much. Yunho needed him just as much.
He curled over Jaejoong’s body, face at his neck. Biting down, Yunho gasped and shuddered, hips jerking harsher through his release. The force had Jaejoong slipping to the bed, and Yunho’s dick slipped from his hole, and he jerked his hips harder, sliding his dick and pumping the rest of his release all over Jaejoong’s lower back.
“Fuck,” Yunho said at the same time that Jaejoong said, “Good god.”
Yunho chuckled, arm around Jaejoong’s head, which Jaejoong turned for the kisses they shared while they both recovered from their pleasure.
Yunho’s phone suddenly beeped from across the room. He groaned and ignored it, staying pressed against Jaejoong for more kisses until the phone rang. And then rang again.
“It’s probably important,” Jaejoong said.
“It’s probably not as important as you.”
“Well, duh.”
Yunho laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “Fine, fine. Got to get you a towel anyway. Wipe up some of this mess.”
Jaejoong rolled his hips up and the wet sound of come between skin made Yunho snort. “Need to both clean up.”
“Shower?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely.”
With a long sigh, Yunho pushed up on his hands and then moved away, leaving Jaejoong to shiver without his heat. He watched through pleasure-lidded eyes as Yunho walked across the room to his desk. He had such amazing legs. Cute perky butt. Strong back.
Yunho picked up his phone, swiped his finger over the screen, and then laughed.
Jaejoong hummed as a question.
“A text from Yoochun. Get out of Jaejoong’s ass! You are supposed to help us move. Both missed calls are from him too.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, smiling. He shifted his sore body and resettled, head on the pillow.
“Perfect angle, baby.” Yunho said.
“Are you taking a picture of me all covered in your come?”
“Of course I am and I’m sending it to Yoochun and saying, ‘Would you stop fucking this ass if you had the chance?’ And then I’m putting the phone down, throwing this towel on the floor.”
The bed dipped, lips and then a tongue trailed up Jaejoong’s side. A firm hand gripped his hip, lifting him up and then Yunho thrust back inside him.
Jaejoong smiled, arching into Yunho’s thrusts. “Changmin can lift his own heavy things.”
Yunho grunted in agreement.
Part 11: Sweeter Than Cupcakes
Part 9: Rules Were Meant To Be Broken
Part 8: All That Kink
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
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".
Part 10:
Jaejoong woke up sore and well fucked. So well fucked. He had a moment of doubt that he could handle much more and then Yunho’s hands slid up the back of his thighs, a soft touch, probably what woke him to begin with. And then his lips followed, touching the bruised curve of his ass. Jaejoong had gone to bed wearing a pair of Yunho’s boxers, but they hadn’t made it through the night before Yunho had them off and his cock buried deep with their moans echoing in the dark, early hours of the morning.
“Sexy, baby,” Yunho whispered, moving higher with his mouth, over the swell and along his lower back.
“Sexy, Daddy,” Jaejoong murmured.
Yunho chuckled, breath warm on his back, chest rumbling against his body.
Jaejoong moaned, rocking his morning erection on the bed. Yunho shifted them both, spread Jaejoong’s legs, kneeling behind him. A firmer touch ran up his thighs to his ass.
“Today’s orders. Are you listening?”
Jaejoong hummed, arching into the grip on his sore ass.
“Coffee is already made and done, so after your morning routine, come downstairs and make breakfast. Any chores you need to do will be done after that, so any laundry, cleaning. Work comes before play, right, baby?”
Jaejoong sighed and muttered, “Right, Daddy.”
“After everything is clean, you’re to use the bathroom, give yourself that enema that I bought for you, and then shower. At that point, you have my permission to find me wherever I am and climb on my dick. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He patted Jaejoong’s ass. “Wear the purple apron. It will match your pretty sore ass.”
Yunho leaned over, spread his ass almost too much, and licked just once up his cleft.
“What would you like for breakfast, Daddy?”
“Something fancy.”
Jaejoong smiled. Yunho knew that he liked to show off. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Lips touched his shoulder, and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open. He wanted to protest Yunho leaving the bedroom. He really liked sharing a bed with him. But he had his orders. And having orders and things to do, but more importantly, things to do for Daddy, was just as good as being pressed so close to Yunho’s body. Sometimes better.
He pushed up to his knees, stretching his back and arms, arching and twisting for a moment. It was much later in the morning than Jaejoong was expecting. He did not mind. He was sure that they both needed the extra sleep.
Jaejoong wanted to skip his normal workout, but Daddy had been very clear about doing his routine. God, his body hurt. He cut all of his exercises in half, rationalizing it because sex was amazing exercise, right? He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and went to his closet for the purple apron.
As Daddy said, coffee was ready, and Jaejoong poured himself a cup. He pondered his options for breakfast. Meat-filled and heavy? Or light and fruity? Maybe something simple. But Yunho had asked for fancy. Jaejoong thought back through the years of things that Yunho had seemed to prefer. He definitely liked sweet. And usually fruity. Strawberry anything was his favorite. So something on the sweet side, but not dessert. Crepes sounded good. Sweet and savory. Or just tart?
Jaejoong leaned against the countertop and winced. Ow.
But that was right. Daddy had wanted cupcakes too. He had a feeling that he needed to make those now or else he’d spend most of the afternoon bent over and fucked and he wouldn’t have time to obey Daddy’s order.
He winced again while bending over to get a mixing bowl and pans. God, his ass hurt. He moved a little slow, muscles tight. He needed a good long stretch. A massage. Ugh. With kisses. Hands. Fingers inside him. Fuck.
Maybe later, Daddy would not mind giving him another massage.
By the time the cupcakes were in the oven, Jaejoong had settled on one of Yoona’s creations, orange crepes with pomegranate syrup. At the restaurant, they served it with ice cream, but for breakfast, Jaejoong added some rosemary to the crepe batter and prepared some warm cubed ham and slivered almonds to garnish it.
He was almost done with the breakfast and the cupcakes were cooking in the oven when strong arms and a warm body wrapped around him. “Beautiful,” Yunho murmured against his neck.
“The food too?” Jaejoong asked, making Yunho chuckle.
“Yes, the food too. Such a pretty baby.” Yunho cupped his ass lightly, fingers slipping under the apron and to the front of his body. “Why does it smell like cake?” Yunho asked, a question Jaejoong barely heard over his own moan from Yunho’s hand around his cock.
“Cupcakes,” he gasped. “Daddy wanted cupcakes.”
Yunho laughed. “I did. Thank you for remembering, Boo. You’re such a good baby.”
Jaejoong flushed, whimpering from the praise and rubbing against Yunho’s growing cock.
“Do you want more coffee?”
Jaejoong had to stop moving and think about that question before managing to say, “Yes, please, Daddy.”
Yunho moved away from him, and Jaejoong took a few very deep breaths that did nothing to calm his raging erection.
But breakfast was not going to get done if he wanted an orgasm, and he had his orders. Yunho made more coffee while Jaejoong put a few finishing touches on breakfast. Luckily, Jaejoong had timed it right, and the oven beeped, signaling that the cupcakes were done just as Jaejoong was plating breakfast.
“I’ll get them,” Yunho said.
“Don’t forget to turn the oven off,” Jaejoong said with a grin, thought he did not look up.
“I only did that once.”
“That you told me about.”
Yunho huffed. “It was only once, Boo.”
Jaejoong laughed.
He carried the plates with breakfast over to the table, setting them down carefully.
“Don’t sit,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong glanced over at him. “What?”
“Don’t sit,” Yunho said. He made a show of turning the dial on the oven off, and then came over to the table. He sat at his chair and then pointed to the floor. “Your ass is sore. Isn’t it? Kneel.”
Jaejoong shivered in lust and nodded. “Thank you for ... fuck. Just ... fuck.” He kneeled.
Yunho laughed. “For ordering you around because you love it so much?”
“Yes, and thinking ... fuck.”
“Thinking of your sore, bruised ass? I haven’t really been able to stop. God, this food looks amazing. Why are you so amazing?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Born this way.”
“Liar. You were born a brat.” He patted Jaejoong’s cheek. “Years of school and practice and hard work have made you perfect.”
Jaejoong flushed, smile even wider.
Yunho ate his breakfast, feeding Jaejoong bites of the sweet and savory crepes. Some bites were followed by kisses. Licks when warm syrup dripped down his chin.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Yunho said. “Remember when I told you to do a bunch of chores?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t. I have a few more things to do for work today, to prepare for a huge client meeting I have tomorrow, but god, I’d much rather do all of that later tonight. After breakfast, enema, then come to my room, okay?”
“I have no problem with that at all, Daddy.”
“Like I said, a brat.” Yunho patted his cheek again.
“I’ll clean up during the week now,” Jaejoong promised, something he’d already determined to do himself, “so I don’t have to clean during the weekends.”
“Will you have time for that?”
“For more of your cock, I’ll make time.”
The touch on his cheek turned to a caress. “Smart, sweet, sexy, beautiful brat.” And then a kiss. Kisses that continued more frequently while they finished their breakfast.
“Don’t want to let you go yet,” Yunho said and tugged at Jaejoong’s arm, pulling him up into his lap. Jaejoong did not mind at all, arms wrapping around Yunho’s neck, one hand into his hair. Their mouths joined, and Yunho’s hands slid up and down his back, one hand on his ass, the other releasing the tie of the apron.
“Rule number one was such a great idea,” Yunho murmured into his mouth. His fingers curled around his ass, to his cleft, rubbing against his opening softly. “How did I get so lucky?”
Jaejoong moaned and tried to press back on his fingers.
“The sooner you get that enema done, the sooner I can have my fingers and tongue inside your body.”
“Fuck. Okay. Fuck.”
But Yunho kept kissing him, a little longer, fingers still teasing, warm hand against his bruised ass.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what? Are you actually asking me to stop kissing you?”
Jaejoong bit his lip with a whine. “But I want ... I want ... want you to touch me and lick me and ...”
Yunho smirked. “In a little while. Be patient.”
Jaejoong whined again, the noise muffled by Yunho’s lips and then his tongue. He kept whining though because he wanted Daddy to fuck him so badly. It’d been hours already without him. Hours without his cock. Without his fingers.
Yunho pulled away with a sigh and smacked his face. Just a light touch. But it made Jaejoong wince and look down. Right at his hard cock that was soaking the apron with precome.
“Fine, baby. Fine. It’s my own fault for filling your head with the idea anyway. Get going.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re lucky I want it just as badly or I’d throw you over my lap for more spankings for acting so insolent.”
Jaejoong fell to his knees with a frown and rubbed his face against Daddy’s thigh. “I’m sorry. I just ... I want you. It’s been so long.”
Yunho snorted. “So long? You are insatiable, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Well, you’re sexy.”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “Go. Come find me when you’re done.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Yes, Daddy.”
When Jaejoong turned around to crawl out of the kitchen, Yunho leaned forward and spanked him just once, tearing a surprised yelp and wince from Jaejoong.
“There, just so you don’t think you got away with that.”
Jaejoong laughed and shook his ass at Yunho. He crawled all the way to the bedroom, into the closet and removed the apron, making sure he put it away. He wasn’t going to risk sitting in the corner again by not picking up his clothes. That was a very, very effective punishment.
The enema wasn’t horrific, just uncomfortable and gross to think about. Jaejoong fought the urge to hurry through the preparations. Yunho mentioned that he had work to do too, so Jaejoong had to make sure he gave Yunho enough time for that.
The shower was more torturous, because Jaejoong was used to jerking off in the shower on Sundays. He was careful and went for quick and efficient. Keeping his hands away from his cock. Mostly.
Anticipation sped his steps, cut his facial routine in half, brushed his teeth. He was shaking when he was done and out the door. His cock was hard and leaking, swaying in front of him as he made his way to Yunho’s bedroom.
Yunho was on the phone, talking to a client. He smiled at Jaejoong in welcome, so the conversation was not too serious.
Jaejoong debated if he should sit on the floor, kneel, or the bed maybe? Yunho made the decision for him, holding out his hand and then patting his lap. Jaejoong’s smile widened, and he settled eagerly into what was becoming his favorite position, arms around Yunho’s neck, face buried against his skin, legs thrown over the arm of the chair. Yunho hooked his other arm under his knees, fingers teasing the curve of his thigh.
“Talk to your leader,” Yunho said, and it sounded to Jaejoong like he had said it more than once. “It is his job to listen to your concerns, and you may find that he has the same concerns as you do. If you aren’t honest with me, I cannot do my job well ... Yes, you’re still worth it. Everyone is.”
Jaejoong smiled against his shoulder. Yunho had always been so considerate of everyone. And domineering when he needed to be, like in the courtroom. Jaejoong had sat in on a public case once, where Yunho was the lead defense attorney. He’d stroked his cock raw in the bathroom afterward.
Yunho ended the call, and his other arm wrapped around Jaejoong’s body. He took a deep breath. “That boy better go talk to his leader or I’m going to facilitate a meeting.”
“Isn’t that meddling and slightly illegal? Client lawyer confidence?”
“Yes, but this will be a much easier case if they talk to each other instead of just me. They’ve both approached me, and they’re both trying to hide it.”
“Which you can’t tell each of them?”
“Nope.”
Jaejoong was intrigued and wanted to ask what group, hoping it wasn’t one of his favorites. But he was used to Yunho’s vague references regarding his cases.
“Hold tight,” he whispered, and Jaejoong gripped and tensed, moaning when Yunho stood up, lifting him easily and carrying him to the bed. He settled over him, fully clothed, and Jaejoong pouted at him until he was kissed and he forgot about the clothes. Until he tried to touch skin and just touched T-shirt. He tried to take it off, but Yunho stayed his hands with a soft grip on his wrists. He pulled away from Jaejoong’s mouth and smiled, shaking his head. “Not yet. Let me worship you.”
Jaejoong moaned and put his hands above his head. Yunho started back with his mouth, long sweet kisses, broken only by their smiles, by their shared breaths.
“How did I get so lucky?” Yunho asked between kisses.
Jaejoong smiled. “Lucky that I’m understanding and didn’t kick you out for burning down my kitchen?”
“Such an understanding baby,” Yunho murmured and cut off Jaejoong’s chuckles with his lips.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky either. They’d officially been together for less than two weeks and it felt like a lifetime. Maybe Yoochun was right. Four years. They’d been dating for four years and neither one was smart enough to realize it.
Jaejoong choked back tears, turning the sudden love and passion in his heart into their kiss. He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s soft hair, wrapped a leg around his waist, and pulled their bodies together. Yunho fell against him, returning the deep kiss. Their bodies waved together, their hands touched together. They breathed and kissed and loved together.
When Jaejoong pulled at Yunho’s T-shirt, he allowed it, pulling it over his head, and Jaejoong ran his hands all around Yunho’s bare skin and back into his hair. They settled together, like they’d been making out and sharing each other’s souls for four years instead of just two weeks.
It made Jaejoong’s chest ache, his throat tighten.
“Baby,” Yunho crooned at him and wiped at the tears that Jaejoong hadn’t realized had falled.
“I love you,” Jaejoong gasped. “I love you so much. I ... fuck.”
Yunho smiled, caressed Jaejoong’s lips with a finger.
Jaejoong kissed it, and then Yunho’s mouth was at his neck, sucking and biting hickys into his shoulder and chest.
Jaejoong moaned, squirming underneath him. His hands fluttered over skin, his body thrumming to the slow rolls of Yunho’s hips against his.
“You put all that work into cleaning yourself out, I should go take advantage of it. Do you want to get on your knees or lift up your hips?”
The question took a moment to permeate the happiness in Jaejoong’s mind. He didn’t mind either position, but being on his knees let him relax more.
“Knees,” he whispers.
Yunho hummed in agreement. “I can knead your ass and play with your dick while I eat you out.”
Jaejoong moaned and twisted, Yunho moving to give him room. Yunho’s hands did not leave his skin while he twisted up to his knees. They ran down his thighs, pushing a little, and Jaejoong spread his legs. He pulled a pillow to his head for the support and for something to scream into. He had a feeling Yunho was going to make him scream.
“Your ass is so bruised,” Yunho said, running his hands up over the curve and to his back.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know. I love it.”
“I haven’t really had a chance to kiss it better, have I?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope.”
Lips followed his hands, warm and wet down his skin. He started at Jaejoong’s tailbone and moved lower, tongue sliding over the curves of his ass. In a moment when Jaejoong relaxed, teeth bit down hard, and Jaejoong gasped, his back bowing to the bed, ass pressing against Yunho’s hands.
Yunho chuckled. “That spot wasn’t bruised,” he whispered, lips still against skin, and then he moved and bit down again. Pain flared again and again over Jaejoong’s body, and his head went light. The moans out of his mouth were almost unconsciously loud. After a few more bites, Yunho went back to licks and kisses. The first time his tongue slid over Jaejoong’s twitching entrance, had Jaejoong moaning into the pillow.
Yunho lapped at his body, soft touches, unhurried and calm. He was either doing it to torture Jaejoong or he was doing it because he just loved rimming.
Or both. In the haze of his brain, Jaejoong figured it was both. He had to bite the pillow against whimpers and begs for Yunho to go faster. And it was more than just his mouth. It was the firm grip on his ass, spreading him open. The ache twisting with the pleasure and lust. Impossible to muffle his cries even against the pillow.
Yunho pressed his thumbs hard against sensitive skin, pulling him open and then licking at him again, wiggling inside him with his tongue. Yunho made a noise that he usually only made after eating something particularly good that Jaejoong had cooked. Jaejoong’s entire body flushed. And relaxed, letting Yunho press just a bit deeper.
“Wish I could just devour you from the inside,” Yunho said, going back to softer licks up and down his cleft. Jaejoong cried out when Yunho suddenly gripped his balls, pulling on them a little too roughly. Who was he kidding? Jaejoong loved it and thrust his ass into Yunho’s face to show him.
Yunho chuckled.
Cold and wet dripped down his cleft, and fingers followed, stopping right at his entrance.
Jaejoong cursed, and tried to spread his legs more.
Yunho licked at him while pushing his finger into him, and Jaejoong whimpered, body sagging.
“Beautiful,” Yunho crooned, and then pumped his finger, probably as slow as possible, dragging it in and out of Jaejoong’s body. Just to hear him whimper.
“Bastard,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed. “Be quiet, Boo. I’ve been dreaming of eating you out for four years. Let me enjoy it.”
“Let me enjoy it,” Jaejoong said with a glare over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled and said, “The longer I eat, the longer it is until I let you come and you will enjoy that more than speeding this up.”
Jaejoong whined, because he was so very correct.
The one finger stayed inside him, leaving only to give Yunho’s tongue room to lap at him.
Jaejoong was shaking, gasps echoing around the room, he tried to hold still and couldn’t thrusting back on Yunho’s finger and tongue. Finger? Fingers?
Shit, more than one. In and out of him, twisting and spreading him open, room for his tongue to lick between them.
“Next time,” Yunho murmured against the curve of his ass. “Next time, I’m tying you up, make use of your new gag.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck. Good. Feels. Fuck. Good. Idea.”
Yunho chuckled, two fingers turning into three, and Jaejoong’s body tightened up against them before thrusting back. Yunho did not stop him, his other hand gripping his ass, so Jaejoong went fasting, fucking onto his fingers, as far inside him as they could go. And then Yunho gripped his dick, a slick touch that had Jaejoong’s vision going gray, pleasure throwing him forward and then down.
Yunho’s fingers fell out of him, and Jaejoong whimpered in frustration.
With another soft chuckle, Yunho helped him back up to his knees. “Stroke your cock if you want.”
Jaejoong moaned, hand under his body to stroke himself off. And then Yunho’s fingers were inside him again. More than three, two from each hand, never leaving him empty. Jaejoong lost focus on everything but the intrusive feel of a touch deep inside his body, where fingers were not supposed to touch.
And a tongue. God, Yunho’s tongue.
Fingers stayed inside him, stop moving, and Yunho kissed up his back, lips warm on his spine. Jaejoong curled up into his warmth, chest to back, and Yunho snuck his hand around his body, fingers splayed over his chest and then against his nipples. Slick and teasing the nubs.
“I love you,” he said into Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong turned his head to reply and got a kiss instead, deep and heavy. He moaned, thrusting back on the fingers inside him.
“The enema was a good idea, admit it.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, good idea. Cock better. Dick. Inside me. Better idea.”
When the fingers actually left him, Jaejoong almost changed his mind. His body was clenching around nothing, used to being full from Yunho’s attentions. The arm around his body tightened and lifted, and Jaejoong followed the command, up to his hands and knees. The loss of fingers was not as agonizing as the loss of Yunho’s body heat. He used a firm grip on Jaejoong’s ass to push himself to his knees.
But the warmth of his dick sliding up his cleft was worth losing both of those.
His back bowed again, curling his hips to offer his ass to Yunho. “Shit. Yunho, fuck me.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, darling.”
Instead, Yunho stilled, dicked nestled between his asscheeks. That are almost immediately slapped.
“Fuck, Yunho.”
“Hmm?’
The sting flared up his spine, and his cock throbbed.
“Fuck me.”
Instead, his dick moved, up and down his cleft, and Jaejoong moaned, shivering, arms collapsing. The hand on his back slid up to his hair and pulled, a harsh yank, to keep him up.
“Fuck, please, come on.”
Jaejoong’s body was protesting not being full, clenching and spasming. HIs cock was throbbing.
He begged for it. He demanded it. But it still took him by surprise. The smooth slide of slick hot skin over his entrance suddenly turning into a heavy stretch of penetration. Jaejoong jerked forward with a cry and then thrust back just as Yunho thrust forward, sinking his cock into Jaejoong all at once.
“Shit, fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fucking hell,” jaejoong managed to gasp. HIs dick throbbed harder, spurting over the blankets, and his hand was there in a moment, stroking himself, until he came, finished his orgasm in seconds, too much build up from the teasing, from the fingers, from his tongue.
Fuck, his tongue.
He shuddered through the release, rocking back onto Yunho’s dick until he was gasping, sagging, trying to fall to the bed.
But Yunho gripped his hips, kept him up, and thrust into him, pulling him forward and back. His own moans spiraled through the room, making Jaejoong smile. He loved that Yunho was just as affected by him. Yunho wanted him just as much. Yunho needed him just as much.
He curled over Jaejoong’s body, face at his neck. Biting down, Yunho gasped and shuddered, hips jerking harsher through his release. The force had Jaejoong slipping to the bed, and Yunho’s dick slipped from his hole, and he jerked his hips harder, sliding his dick and pumping the rest of his release all over Jaejoong’s lower back.
“Fuck,” Yunho said at the same time that Jaejoong said, “Good god.”
Yunho chuckled, arm around Jaejoong’s head, which Jaejoong turned for the kisses they shared while they both recovered from their pleasure.
Yunho’s phone suddenly beeped from across the room. He groaned and ignored it, staying pressed against Jaejoong for more kisses until the phone rang. And then rang again.
“It’s probably important,” Jaejoong said.
“It’s probably not as important as you.”
“Well, duh.”
Yunho laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “Fine, fine. Got to get you a towel anyway. Wipe up some of this mess.”
Jaejoong rolled his hips up and the wet sound of come between skin made Yunho snort. “Need to both clean up.”
“Shower?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely.”
With a long sigh, Yunho pushed up on his hands and then moved away, leaving Jaejoong to shiver without his heat. He watched through pleasure-lidded eyes as Yunho walked across the room to his desk. He had such amazing legs. Cute perky butt. Strong back.
Yunho picked up his phone, swiped his finger over the screen, and then laughed.
Jaejoong hummed as a question.
“A text from Yoochun. Get out of Jaejoong’s ass! You are supposed to help us move. Both missed calls are from him too.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, smiling. He shifted his sore body and resettled, head on the pillow.
“Perfect angle, baby.” Yunho said.
“Are you taking a picture of me all covered in your come?”
“Of course I am and I’m sending it to Yoochun and saying, ‘Would you stop fucking this ass if you had the chance?’ And then I’m putting the phone down, throwing this towel on the floor.”
The bed dipped, lips and then a tongue trailed up Jaejoong’s side. A firm hand gripped his hip, lifting him up and then Yunho thrust back inside him.
Jaejoong smiled, arching into Yunho’s thrusts. “Changmin can lift his own heavy things.”
Yunho grunted in agreement.
Part 11: Sweeter Than Cupcakes
Part 9: Rules Were Meant To Be Broken
Part 8: All That Kink
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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