babydoll 5/5
Title: babydoll 5/5
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 5:
MONDAY
Today is the longest day ever, Jaejoong texted to Changmin as soon as he got home from work.
You’re telling me. I’ve been unable to sleep, waiting for you to get home.
Jaejoong bit his lip and didn’t bother to stop the flush suddenly on his cheeks. He’d been trying all night at work to keep his blush under control when he thought about Changmin. He had managed until his boss called him into the back and had demanded if he was dating Shim Changmin. He wasn’t able to do much but stammer something that should have been a negative, but Kim Heechul-shi had waved him silent and told him he was a horrible liar and to get back out to the front.
His phone beeped again. This time with a picture.
Jaejoong whimpered. Fuck, you are so gorgeous.
So are you, babydoll. Maybe I should come over.
Jaejoong was tempted to say yes. Instead, he replied, Wait until tomorrow. I’m too tired right now and I’d rather be clean and spiffy for you.
Fuck, and now I can’t stop thinking of that. But it’s still too soon. I’ve only known you for a little over a week.
Jaejoong pouted. Not true, Max.
Mostly true.
Okay, fine, mostly true, but I want you to fuck me tomorrow, and if you keep saying no, I’m going to take it as a personal challenge. You will be putty in my hands and come in my throat and all over my ass.
Fuck. Fine. You win.
Jaejoong laughed and replied, Sounds more like you’re the winner.
Well, I guess I need to jerk off again. See you tomorrow, beautiful.
I’m not going to jerk off. The next time I come it’s going to be because you made me.
Fuck.
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TUESDAY
Jaejoong had fallen asleep late (or early). He had been too anxious to sleep. The urge to jerk off was strong, his cock hard, until his body just finally let him sleep. His dreams were twisty and sexy, and he was surprised that he did not wake up covered in come. His hands were shaking as he tried to go through his morning routine. He dropped a coffee mug, he burned fried rice, and he tripped over or ran into his furniture more than once.
Finally, he just went in the bathroom, filled up his tub, and soaked in slightly too-hot water. After a pretty thorough cleaning, of course.
It helped him relax at least. Mostly. He was too nervous to really relax, and god, he needed an orgasm. He wondered if he should go for sex before lunch, but Changmin was probably hungry. No probably about it. His appetite was legendary, and Jaejoong had spent almost an hour searching fansites and videos to find out his preferences.
To start, Jaejoong cut up some fruit. Changmin did not have much of a sweet tooth, and preferred fruits and drinks as appetizers and desserts. He loved kimchi jjigae and grilled meat. Vegetables of all sorts.
It was easy to lose himself in the preparation, and with the jjigae simmering on the stove, and everything else set up on the island, Changmin sent him a text to say he was on his way, giving Jaejoong just enough time to get dressed.
He kept his hair unstyled and soft and only put on a little bit of eyeliner. He didn’t want makeup on his face just in case Changmin wanted to kiss different places. He pondered what to wear while brushing his teeth. Something sexy. He thought, but he didn’t have to try too hard. After their teasing texts last night, he knew that Changmin wasn’t going to say no to him.
But what if he did? What if he spent all day working up that annoying self-discipline and was going to tell him no again?
That was not okay.
And Jaejoong spun around and entered his room, knowing exactly what he’d need to wear to keep that from happening: a babydoll.
He wore the comfortable one, and after a moment of hesitation, he pulled on a pair of black briefs. He also contemplated a plug or something, but the next thing inside his body was going to be put there by Changmin. Hopefully, it was Changmin himself.
He gave himself the once over, taking a few pictures of himself. Changmin’s knock on the door had him jerking alert, and he almost tripped out of his bedroom in his haste to get to the door.
He flung it open, and Changmin’s welcoming smile fell, and Jaejoong had enough time to blush, before the door was shut, a vulgar series of words tumbled from Changmin’s lips before they were pressed against Jaejoong’s, hands on his ass and lifted. Jaejoong squeaked, arms going around Changmin’s shoulders to stay steady. His legs found their way around his waist, like they belonged there, and they moved, through the apartment, and right to the couch.
Jaejoong had enough brain power to marvel at how strong Changmin was and how he was able to lower him to the couch without throwing him and without Jaejoong releasing him, and then a wonderful heavy hot press of a hard cock rubbed against him and he moaned and deepened the kiss.
“Food,” Changmin tried. “Food.”
Jaejoong growled. “Eat me.”
Chuckling, Changmin cupped his ass and hitched his hips up, thrusting against him. “I can hear something boiling and it smells really really good. I’d hate for it to get ruined.”
Jaejoong glared at him and shoved his shoulder. “Fine. Fine.”
Laughing, Changmin let him get up and move to the kitchen.
Jaejoong fumed as he lifted the lid on the jjigae.
“You know, you could just turn the heat off and come back to the couch,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong turned around and froze, eyes wide as he watched a half-naked Changmin in his living room take off the rest of his clothes, barring his beautifully large cock and strong thighs and Jaejoong whimpered, spinning to move the jjigae off the heat and turning it off.
He almost tripped his way back to Changmin and his hands went right to his gorgeous abs and slid down his sides, and Changmin moaned, his body shivering, and Jaejoong dropped to his knees and went right for that cock with his mouth. And Changmin’s hands went right into his hair with a heavy moan.
Jaejoong wanted to savour it and he tried, but it’d been so long since he had something real and not something fake in his mouth, and he took too much at once, not used to the width, and gagged and pulled back for a deep breath and then tried again. He held himself steady with a firm grip on the back of Changmin’s thighs and with each bob of his head, tried to take a little more into his mouth, a little more into throat. He was well on his way to never doing anything but sucking on this cock when Changmin tightened his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and yanked him away.
Jaejoong whined and tried to get the bobbing erection back into his mouth, or get his tongue on it, and Changmin chuckled, holding him away.
Jaejoong looked up at him and pouted. “Let me.”
“I thought I was eating you.”
Jaejoong moaned, eyes shut. He licked his lips and gasped when he hit warmth, and he whined mouth open and jerked forward, despite the pull to his hair, and got his mouth around the head of Changmin’s dick again. And then Changmin took over, guiding his head, and not letting him take more than just the crown into his mouth. He sucked on it, shoved his tongue in the slit for a taste, and dug his nails into Changmin’s thighs to show his eagerness.
Again Changmin stopped him, and Jaejoong gasped, mouth open, tongue out, and eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.
“Come on,” Changmin demanded with another tug on his hair. He only went back to the couch and sat down, pulling Jaejoong between his spread legs.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and slid his hands up Changmin’s strong thighs. He watched, awed and slack jawed, as Changmin’s dick pulsed. He looked up at Changmin, and was a little overwhelmed by the look on his face. Disbelief, sure, an equal amount of awe, but also tenderness? Love?
Jaejoong blushed and tried to look away, but Changmin had gripped his chin and leaned forward for a heavy kiss.
“Do what you want,” he gasped. “Remember what I said about downtime?”
Jaejoong moaned and shoved Changmin, who chuckled and went, leaning back and spreading his legs a little more.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and slid his hands down Changmin’s stomach and right to his dick. He palmed the head and used his other hand to grip the base. He brought both of his hands together, his finger curlings around the thick crown and spreading precome with it. Changmin’s moan had Jaejoong doing the move again, one hand down the other up, twisting his palm over the soft skin.
But he had no patience when he wanted Changmin in his throat. He kept the hand on the head, squeezing a little, but moved his other hand so he can get his mouth on the thick shaft. He shut his eyes, moaning a little in awe, mouth closed around the shaft. He moved his mouth up and down, covering him in spit for the little underhanded move. Or more like tight-handed. He moved his mouth away, dragged his fist down Changmin’s cock, and covered the head with his mouth and suck.
The sudden loud curse from Changmin that echoed around his living room was beautiful.
Fingers tangled in his hair again, and Jaejoong used the firm grip on the base to hold the erection at the right angle to get him into his throat. The burst of tangy precome was good enough for another moan and Jaejoong sucked on the head, digging his tongue into the slit for a moment and then going back to bobbing his head.
“Fuck, babydoll.”
Jaejoong shivered and glanced up at Changmin, and came face-to-phone case with Changmin’s cell phone.
“Didn’t think you’d mind,” Changmin gasped, moving the phone a little and smiling down at him.
Jaejoong grunted and sucked a little harder. He concentrated on getting his mouth against his hand at the base and then going lower.
“Goddamn.”
Taking that encouragement, Jaejoong bobbed his head. He was nervous, but slowed down a little, concentrating on the feel of Changmin down his throat, of the width and stretch of his lips. There was a small bend just below the head that let the smooth crown settle in his mouth, against the top and sliding right down his throat. Just like it was made for it.
Jaejoong moaned and sped up a little more. He lifted one hand to press against Changmin’s stomach, to feel it clench and twitch as pleasure twisted through him. His other hand went down, getting the first touch of his heavy balls in his hands. A little squeeze had Changmin moaning, a harder squeeze had his cock throbbing in his mouth, and Jaejoong kept that pressure and slowed down his movements with his mouth.
Both hands went into his hair, and Jaejoong wondered where the phone went. He hoped it was still recording his sounds. Their sounds.
Changmin’s moans tumbled over one another, on top, with barely a break for a heavy breath. His thighs were trembling, his stomach caving in, and the grip on his hair was stronger, harder, more demanding, and Jaejoong whimpered. He wanted too many things. He wanted something in his begging body, and it was begging, clenching tight and rolling back on nothing.
Changmin yanked him back, away from his dick that he took in his hand, stroking quick.
Jaejoong winced, letting out a small cry that turned to a low rumbling pleased groan when the first splash of come hit his cheek. He dove for his cock, catching more come on his lips before swallowing it back down and gagging and definitely not caring, just swallowing. Finally. A nice fat load of come in his mouth.
“Shit, your mouth is ... fuck ...” Changmin used the firm grip on his hair to move Jaejoong’s head himself, and Jaejoong concentrated on swallowing every pulse, every thick drop, every taste of him.
He didn’t stop until Changmin’s moans turned to whimpers.
“Kiss, kiss,” Changmin demanded while pulling on his hair.
Jaejoong let Changmin’s dick fall from his mouth, followed the tugs up into Changmin’s lap, pressed tight against his body, and kissed him. Changmin ate at his mouth, licking up the come from his chin. His hands slid down his back and gripped his ass tight, fingers sliding under his briefs to tease his cleft.
“I want to eat you now,” Changmin growled into his mouth and then kissed down his neck, “finger you and play with you, and stretch you open for my cock.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Bedroom?”
“That is where your laptop is to record it, so a good idea.”
Jaejoong pulled away from him, eyes narrowed.
Changmin smiled and kissed him. “What? Isn’t that what we said, on the video Sunday, that I’d film the first time I finger you and the first time I fuck you?”
“Are you just trying to waste time because you can’t keep it up and you’re not ready for more?”
Changmin’s eyes narrowed this time and he growled, pushing Jaejoong off his lap.
Jaejoong laughed, landing in a bit of a heap. He tried to right himself, but Changmin manhandled him to his knees, pressed his head to the cushion with a hand and said, “Stay.”
The humor disappeared in an instant and Jaejoong’s cock throbbed in his underwear. He cried out when Changmin pressed his firm cock against his ass.
“We definitely should not disappoint your viewers, babydoll.”
Jaejoong shuddered. “Please,” he gasped, the word turning to a whimper as Changmin pulled the band of his underwear down. The band hooked on the curve of his ass and Changmin’s finger ran up his cleft.
“Fuck, please, please.” Jaejoong reached to push his underwear off and got a quick sharp smack on his bottom for his efforts.
“Don’t touch.”
“Fuck, please.”
“Such a pretty asshole, all ready to be used and stretched out.”
Jaejoong moaned, eyes squeezing shut, at the soft touch of a fingertip on his clenching body.
“God, please, stretch me out, stretch me open, please. With your dick.” A slight pressure had Jaejoong gasping, and his body responded with a little clench. “Please, please. Fuck, please.”
Changmin chuckled. “You really have no self-discipline, babydoll, if you’re already begging. I’ve barely touched you.”
“Fuck you, Max, just ... come on!” Jaejoong jerked his ass back, and right into another firm spank. He whimpered. “Please.”
“I’ve been dreaming of this for years, babydoll. Be patient.”
Jaejoong was not patient. Especially not when it came to sex.
The finger left his begging body for only a moment and then came back slick with spit.
Jaejoong moaned, trying to push back on it, but all the finger did was slip up and over his body, never inside, just a teasing, slick touch on too sensitive skin, and Jaejoong realized after a moment that he was keening, a soft noise that he didn’t bother to muffle.
“I think I’m going to work you open with my tongue first. Is that okay, babydoll?”
“Fuck, yes, please!”
His underwear were pulled down the rest of the way and Jaejoong shifted his knees to get them completely off.
“So beautiful,” Changmin said and ran his hands along Jaejoong’s inner thigh. He gripped Jaejoong’s balls, pulling a heavy moan from Jaejoong, and then he went back to touching.
“I guess telling you that you don’t have permission to come is futile.”
“Fuck you, come on. Get your mouth on me.”
Changmin laughed. “Spread your legs a bit more, babydoll.”
Jaejoong did, his knee almost slipping off the couch. Both of Changmin’s hands landed on his ass, gripping and squeezing and spreading him open. Jaejoong wondered for a moment where the phone went, and then Changmin’s tongue was against his furled skin and he didn’t give a fuck about Changmin’s phone. His moan was loud and drawn out, just like how Changmin licked him, up the cleft with a firm press against his opening.
“Goddamn,” Jaejoong breathed. He’d almost forgotten how fucking good that felt.
And how agonizing, when Changmin did not do more than just small laps against his opening, ignoring both Jaejoong’s moans for more and his body’s physical pleas to be penetrated. He was already throbbing, already clenching with every inhale and heartbeat.
“Feels so good, Max, so fucking ... please, please, more.”
But he was ignored and Changmin licked, one hand gripped on one cheek to hold him open and the other just resting against his thigh.
“You were so nice to prepare this pretty treat for me that I’m going to savor it,” Changmin said. “Stop your whining.”
“Oh god, please.”
When Changmin’s thumbs pressed to the sides of his entrance, Jaejoong whimpered and tried to spread himself more, letting his hips drop and his ass curl higher.
“Delicious,” Changmin murmured and then finally pressed his tongue inside Jaejoong, his breath warm and his tongue so wet. Just deep enough for Jaejoong to tense around it. But it didn’t last, and Changmin went back to small licks all along the edge of his body, only dipping into it to tease.
Jaejoong lost the ability to use words and just whimpered in encouragement or moaned in anguish. At the first light touch of a fingertip, Jaejoong almost came. He’d been so lost in the lust around him, in his own skin, in the touch of Changmin’s tongue that the wave of pleasure through him was so surprising, and his cock pulsed, and he had a vague idea of messing up his couch, but it wasn’t going to be the first time he’d gotten come all over it.
“You are more amazing than I could have ever imagined, babydoll.”
Jaejoong flushed and moaned in response, too blown out his mind to think of a response.
“Nice and slick now, at least for a moment.” Changmin shifted. Away, and Jaejoong protested. With a laugh, Changmin said, “Calm down. I’m going to stretch you open now and get you ready for my dick. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Please, yes, please. Yes!”
“I’m going to ask a stupid question. Do you have lube nearby?”
Jaejoong laughed, short and breathy, and waved a hand at the coffee table. “Drawer.”
“Good. I don’t even have to move when I’ll need it. Now.” A finger touched his entrance and Jaejoong clamped down in surprise and moaned. “It’s been, what, three days since you had something inside yourself?”
Jaejoong gasped. “Yes.”
“Well, this is probably the tightest your ass is going to be for a while, because I am going to fuck you so hard and so often that gaping is going to be a new normal standard for you.”
“Please, please, please!”
“I can’t really decide though.” He pressed the finger inside him, and Jaejoong moaned, shifting to get used to the penetration and the slight sting. “I want to finger fuck you with four of my fingers.” The finger left him and then came back, slick with spit again, “but god, I want to just force you open with my dick.”
“That ... that one. Please, please.”
The finger moved, in and out of him, not too deep and Jaejoong moaned and tried not to thrust back on it. He failed and rolled his hips, gasping when Changmin did not stop him. He did the move again and sped up, fucking himself on that one finger until it was too dry.
Changmin spit on him. Right above the finger and then spread it into his body, and Jaejoong whined again. God, why was that hot?
“Please, please.”
“Please what?” Changmin said and forced in a second finger.
Jaejoong cried out at the stretch. “Fuck me! Please.”
“Demanding little minx, aren’t you?”
“Please, Max, please, please please. Dick. I want your cock, open, please, fuck me open.”
Changmin removed his finger and flicked Jaejoong’s puckered entrance. “Your asshole is actually begging me more for it than your mouth.”
“Oh god, please.”
Jaejoong heard the drawer open and tried to turn his head, but decided he didn’t need to watch, just feel.
“God, babydoll, there is a lot of lube in this drawer. It’s almost like you can’t help but fuck yourself open every second of every day.”
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Relax,” Changmin whispered and ran his hand on the soft babydoll clinging to Jaejoong’s body.
A demanding order when Jaejoong was so on edge that his skin felt like it was going to snap.
“I love your tattoo so much,” Changmin whispered, splaying his hand over it and tightening his fingers. They slipped up under the babydoll and then went back to his ass.
Jaejoong took a deep breath, stuttering and choking on air when Changmin slid his dick between his cleft.
“Gorgeous,” Changmin said.
Cool lube dripped on his skin, and Jaejoong bit his lip against more pleas and moans. As always, it didn’t work and his body took over instead, thrusting back and only managing to help Changmin’s dick tease him by sliding up and down his cleft.
More lube. Lots of lube. It dripped down his balls and along his tailbone, and Jaejoong moaned.
“Fuck, please!”
With a laugh, Changmin slipped a slick finger into him. More words were lost in the pleasure turning his brain and body to mush. One finger and then two, and then the firm thick head of a cock, and Jaejoong gasped at the sudden breach that was gone just as quickly. Changmin slid the soft head up and down his cleft.
Jaejoong couldn’t breathe past the whines coming from his throat. He was teased again, and then again. Moaning, he lowered his chest toward the couch and curled his hips up. His body was clenching so tight.
“Please, please. Come on. Please!”
“Next time,” Changmin said and pushed into a little bit, “I am finding something to gag you with.” He sank in deep, and Jaejoong stopped breathing, body stretching around too much too soon, and then his body shook and pleasure tore through him and along his skin. With a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, Changmin moved, a slow in and out that had Jaejoong’s whining louder and then biting down on the drool-soaked couch cushion under his face.
“Beautiful, babydoll,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong gripped the couch cushion and thrust back. He expected Changmin to keep moving, not grab his hip and stop himself, buried all the way inside Jaejoong, their bodies pressed together. His body was throbbing, his heartbeat leading the way to pleasure. Jaejoong tried to move and his knee slipped off the couch.
Changmin slipped out of him, and Jaejoong pressed against the couch, rocking his hips and sliding his erection on the fabric. It only took three thrusts before he was coming. Three thrusts and a touch of fingers to his ass, pushing inside him just as his orgasm peaked and he moaned, twitching and curling up for a moment and then pushing back down. His body clamped down on Changmin’s fingers.
Everything was fuzzy.
Jaejoong was smiling.
“Did you just come all over your couch, babydoll?”
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck.”
Changmin grabbed his hips and pulled him back up. Jaejoong whined, but went with the movements, tucking his knees a little more securely between couch cushions. The tingles along his skin turned to spasms when Changmin thrust back inside him and then didn’t stop.
Jaejoong moaned, shifting a little and sighing at the way his body stretched to let Changmin in, and out. God. He arched his back and met Changmin’s steady thrusts, prolonging the pleasure. He wasn’t surprised that his cock did not wilt and just pulsed out more clear fluid to his couch.
“It’s actually pretty difficult to hold a camera steady and fuck you.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That’s why I use my laptop, so I don’t have to hold it.”
“I want to put my phone down and really plow into you, but god, it is really really sexy knowing that I’m recording this.”
“And knowing that I’m going to post it for all my followers to see?”
“Fuck.”
The phone clattered to the floor, both of Changmin’s hands went to his hips and he sped up, slamming harder into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned, still meeting his thrusts, curling his hips in just the right way to send tingles along his skin. In perfect sync. It was almost too perfect, but Jaejoong tried not to let that thought linger too long. He had always hoped that Maximizer88 would be everything he needed.
As another orgasm threatened, Jaejoong smiled and thought, So far so good.
He got a hand on his cock, stroking fast. That made his body tighten up and Changmin growled a series of curses at him and spanked his hip before speeding up, rushing for a release. Jaejoong relaxed, his mind fuzzy, his skin shimmering, everything bright and happy and perfect. His balls tightened up, his stomach twitching, and his sudden moans blended almost indecipherably from Changmin’s. His orgasm coiled through him and shattered, splattering more come onto his couch, and Changmin’s moan was divine, staggered a little as he released himself. His hips stopped for a moment and then he moved slow, prolonging his own pleasure, and Jaejoong’s.
“Fuck, babydoll. Fuck.”
“Such a good fuck,” Jaejoong said, voice a little rough.
He frowned when Changmin pulled away from him, but brightened up when all he did was help Jaejoong turn over onto his back. Changmin grabbed behind his knees, slid his dick right back into Jaejoong and then fell over him and kissed him, his tongue and dick finding a rhythm to fuck into him.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Changmin’s sweaty back and tangled one hand in his hair and met him kiss for kiss, rocking his hips up into each thrust.
When Changmin broke for a heavy breath, Jaejoong smirked at him and said, “Okay, I believe you. No downtime.”
Changmin growled and went for his neck instead, one arm holding him up to get at the smooth skin and suck.
Jaejoong moaned and let the haze of pleasure take over. Only a few minutes later, he was coming again, between them, without even being touched, making a thorough mess of the lacy skirt of the babydoll. Changmin grunted and pushed back up to his knees, hands holding Jaejoong’s legs open.
“Shit, need ... shit.”
He stopped, much to Jaejoong’s dismay and leaned over the couch to grab his phone.
Jaejoong laughed. “Good shot?”
“The best,” Changmin replied and held the phone steady while he fucked into Jaejoong from this angle. It was dirty and slick and he really hoped that Changmin’s last orgasm was all over his rim and body.
“Fucking hell ...” Changmin pulled out all the way, and Jaejoong moaned, his ass clenching around nothing, and then Changmin pushed into him again, a hand on his thigh for balance.
And then he did it again. Completely out ... completely in ...
“Are you just getting shots of my gaping asshole?”
“For now.” And then his dick didn’t go right back in, but his fingers did. Four of them, sliding around the rim, and Jaejoong’s dick pulsed another mess onto his stomach.
“So fucked open,” Changmin said. “So stretched out.”
His dick was back, cutting off Jaejoong’s breath again. And his dick stayed in, thrusting slow and firm. He curled his hand around Jaejoong’s dick and stroked, and Jaejoong moaned. He was too sensitive and didn’t think he’d be able to come again, and then Changmin hitched his body a bit higher and curled over him for another heavy kissed and fucked him hard and fast. His orgasm was just as quick, but mostly dry, only a few eager drops of come flinging from his dick while Changmin raced for his own finish.
Their mouth were together when it happened, Changmin’s open, his moan muffled while he body shook. And then Jaejoong was kissing air, and his ass was empty, clenching around nothing while Changmin splattered his release all over Jaejoong’s ass. It took another moment to notice that Changmin had his phone in his hand again. And then he shoved his dick back inside Jaejoong and thrust a few time before pulling back out. He used his fingers, sliding come all around the rim and inside him, and Jaejoong moaned, just trying to imagine what it looked like on camera.
Well, he’d find out soon enough.
The phone fell to the floor again and Changmin leaned over him, his dick teasing Jaejoong’s body. They both shifted and he slipped back inside.
With matching moans, they kissed and Changmin rocked his hips.
“God, you’re amazing,” Changmin whispered.
“Hmm, same to you.”
Jaejoong lost track of time as they made out. He thought for a moment that Changmin was on his way to another orgasm and then Changmin’s hips shifted and his dick slipped out of him.
“As soon as I get the energy, let’s go shower,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong laughed. “Good idea. Do you have to go back to work?”
“Yeah, eventually. I do want some lunch first.”
Jaejoong laughed again and kissed him. “Okay. Then get up.”
Instead, Changmin shifted and tucked his head under Jaejoong’s chin, resting against his chest. “Soon.”
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around him and smiled, letting his eyes shut and his foot run up and down his thigh.
“Fuck that was amazing,” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin hummed in agreement. “Mostly because of you.”
“Fantasy come true?”
“Fuck yeah. For you too.”
Jaejoong moaned and twisted a little. “Fuck yeah.”
Epilogue: Three POVs
Part 4: Three Truths
Part 3: Three babydolls
Part 2: Three Dates
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 5:
MONDAY
Today is the longest day ever, Jaejoong texted to Changmin as soon as he got home from work.
You’re telling me. I’ve been unable to sleep, waiting for you to get home.
Jaejoong bit his lip and didn’t bother to stop the flush suddenly on his cheeks. He’d been trying all night at work to keep his blush under control when he thought about Changmin. He had managed until his boss called him into the back and had demanded if he was dating Shim Changmin. He wasn’t able to do much but stammer something that should have been a negative, but Kim Heechul-shi had waved him silent and told him he was a horrible liar and to get back out to the front.
His phone beeped again. This time with a picture.
Jaejoong whimpered. Fuck, you are so gorgeous.
So are you, babydoll. Maybe I should come over.
Jaejoong was tempted to say yes. Instead, he replied, Wait until tomorrow. I’m too tired right now and I’d rather be clean and spiffy for you.
Fuck, and now I can’t stop thinking of that. But it’s still too soon. I’ve only known you for a little over a week.
Jaejoong pouted. Not true, Max.
Mostly true.
Okay, fine, mostly true, but I want you to fuck me tomorrow, and if you keep saying no, I’m going to take it as a personal challenge. You will be putty in my hands and come in my throat and all over my ass.
Fuck. Fine. You win.
Jaejoong laughed and replied, Sounds more like you’re the winner.
Well, I guess I need to jerk off again. See you tomorrow, beautiful.
I’m not going to jerk off. The next time I come it’s going to be because you made me.
Fuck.
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TUESDAY
Jaejoong had fallen asleep late (or early). He had been too anxious to sleep. The urge to jerk off was strong, his cock hard, until his body just finally let him sleep. His dreams were twisty and sexy, and he was surprised that he did not wake up covered in come. His hands were shaking as he tried to go through his morning routine. He dropped a coffee mug, he burned fried rice, and he tripped over or ran into his furniture more than once.
Finally, he just went in the bathroom, filled up his tub, and soaked in slightly too-hot water. After a pretty thorough cleaning, of course.
It helped him relax at least. Mostly. He was too nervous to really relax, and god, he needed an orgasm. He wondered if he should go for sex before lunch, but Changmin was probably hungry. No probably about it. His appetite was legendary, and Jaejoong had spent almost an hour searching fansites and videos to find out his preferences.
To start, Jaejoong cut up some fruit. Changmin did not have much of a sweet tooth, and preferred fruits and drinks as appetizers and desserts. He loved kimchi jjigae and grilled meat. Vegetables of all sorts.
It was easy to lose himself in the preparation, and with the jjigae simmering on the stove, and everything else set up on the island, Changmin sent him a text to say he was on his way, giving Jaejoong just enough time to get dressed.
He kept his hair unstyled and soft and only put on a little bit of eyeliner. He didn’t want makeup on his face just in case Changmin wanted to kiss different places. He pondered what to wear while brushing his teeth. Something sexy. He thought, but he didn’t have to try too hard. After their teasing texts last night, he knew that Changmin wasn’t going to say no to him.
But what if he did? What if he spent all day working up that annoying self-discipline and was going to tell him no again?
That was not okay.
And Jaejoong spun around and entered his room, knowing exactly what he’d need to wear to keep that from happening: a babydoll.
He wore the comfortable one, and after a moment of hesitation, he pulled on a pair of black briefs. He also contemplated a plug or something, but the next thing inside his body was going to be put there by Changmin. Hopefully, it was Changmin himself.
He gave himself the once over, taking a few pictures of himself. Changmin’s knock on the door had him jerking alert, and he almost tripped out of his bedroom in his haste to get to the door.
He flung it open, and Changmin’s welcoming smile fell, and Jaejoong had enough time to blush, before the door was shut, a vulgar series of words tumbled from Changmin’s lips before they were pressed against Jaejoong’s, hands on his ass and lifted. Jaejoong squeaked, arms going around Changmin’s shoulders to stay steady. His legs found their way around his waist, like they belonged there, and they moved, through the apartment, and right to the couch.
Jaejoong had enough brain power to marvel at how strong Changmin was and how he was able to lower him to the couch without throwing him and without Jaejoong releasing him, and then a wonderful heavy hot press of a hard cock rubbed against him and he moaned and deepened the kiss.
“Food,” Changmin tried. “Food.”
Jaejoong growled. “Eat me.”
Chuckling, Changmin cupped his ass and hitched his hips up, thrusting against him. “I can hear something boiling and it smells really really good. I’d hate for it to get ruined.”
Jaejoong glared at him and shoved his shoulder. “Fine. Fine.”
Laughing, Changmin let him get up and move to the kitchen.
Jaejoong fumed as he lifted the lid on the jjigae.
“You know, you could just turn the heat off and come back to the couch,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong turned around and froze, eyes wide as he watched a half-naked Changmin in his living room take off the rest of his clothes, barring his beautifully large cock and strong thighs and Jaejoong whimpered, spinning to move the jjigae off the heat and turning it off.
He almost tripped his way back to Changmin and his hands went right to his gorgeous abs and slid down his sides, and Changmin moaned, his body shivering, and Jaejoong dropped to his knees and went right for that cock with his mouth. And Changmin’s hands went right into his hair with a heavy moan.
Jaejoong wanted to savour it and he tried, but it’d been so long since he had something real and not something fake in his mouth, and he took too much at once, not used to the width, and gagged and pulled back for a deep breath and then tried again. He held himself steady with a firm grip on the back of Changmin’s thighs and with each bob of his head, tried to take a little more into his mouth, a little more into throat. He was well on his way to never doing anything but sucking on this cock when Changmin tightened his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and yanked him away.
Jaejoong whined and tried to get the bobbing erection back into his mouth, or get his tongue on it, and Changmin chuckled, holding him away.
Jaejoong looked up at him and pouted. “Let me.”
“I thought I was eating you.”
Jaejoong moaned, eyes shut. He licked his lips and gasped when he hit warmth, and he whined mouth open and jerked forward, despite the pull to his hair, and got his mouth around the head of Changmin’s dick again. And then Changmin took over, guiding his head, and not letting him take more than just the crown into his mouth. He sucked on it, shoved his tongue in the slit for a taste, and dug his nails into Changmin’s thighs to show his eagerness.
Again Changmin stopped him, and Jaejoong gasped, mouth open, tongue out, and eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.
“Come on,” Changmin demanded with another tug on his hair. He only went back to the couch and sat down, pulling Jaejoong between his spread legs.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and slid his hands up Changmin’s strong thighs. He watched, awed and slack jawed, as Changmin’s dick pulsed. He looked up at Changmin, and was a little overwhelmed by the look on his face. Disbelief, sure, an equal amount of awe, but also tenderness? Love?
Jaejoong blushed and tried to look away, but Changmin had gripped his chin and leaned forward for a heavy kiss.
“Do what you want,” he gasped. “Remember what I said about downtime?”
Jaejoong moaned and shoved Changmin, who chuckled and went, leaning back and spreading his legs a little more.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and slid his hands down Changmin’s stomach and right to his dick. He palmed the head and used his other hand to grip the base. He brought both of his hands together, his finger curlings around the thick crown and spreading precome with it. Changmin’s moan had Jaejoong doing the move again, one hand down the other up, twisting his palm over the soft skin.
But he had no patience when he wanted Changmin in his throat. He kept the hand on the head, squeezing a little, but moved his other hand so he can get his mouth on the thick shaft. He shut his eyes, moaning a little in awe, mouth closed around the shaft. He moved his mouth up and down, covering him in spit for the little underhanded move. Or more like tight-handed. He moved his mouth away, dragged his fist down Changmin’s cock, and covered the head with his mouth and suck.
The sudden loud curse from Changmin that echoed around his living room was beautiful.
Fingers tangled in his hair again, and Jaejoong used the firm grip on the base to hold the erection at the right angle to get him into his throat. The burst of tangy precome was good enough for another moan and Jaejoong sucked on the head, digging his tongue into the slit for a moment and then going back to bobbing his head.
“Fuck, babydoll.”
Jaejoong shivered and glanced up at Changmin, and came face-to-phone case with Changmin’s cell phone.
“Didn’t think you’d mind,” Changmin gasped, moving the phone a little and smiling down at him.
Jaejoong grunted and sucked a little harder. He concentrated on getting his mouth against his hand at the base and then going lower.
“Goddamn.”
Taking that encouragement, Jaejoong bobbed his head. He was nervous, but slowed down a little, concentrating on the feel of Changmin down his throat, of the width and stretch of his lips. There was a small bend just below the head that let the smooth crown settle in his mouth, against the top and sliding right down his throat. Just like it was made for it.
Jaejoong moaned and sped up a little more. He lifted one hand to press against Changmin’s stomach, to feel it clench and twitch as pleasure twisted through him. His other hand went down, getting the first touch of his heavy balls in his hands. A little squeeze had Changmin moaning, a harder squeeze had his cock throbbing in his mouth, and Jaejoong kept that pressure and slowed down his movements with his mouth.
Both hands went into his hair, and Jaejoong wondered where the phone went. He hoped it was still recording his sounds. Their sounds.
Changmin’s moans tumbled over one another, on top, with barely a break for a heavy breath. His thighs were trembling, his stomach caving in, and the grip on his hair was stronger, harder, more demanding, and Jaejoong whimpered. He wanted too many things. He wanted something in his begging body, and it was begging, clenching tight and rolling back on nothing.
Changmin yanked him back, away from his dick that he took in his hand, stroking quick.
Jaejoong winced, letting out a small cry that turned to a low rumbling pleased groan when the first splash of come hit his cheek. He dove for his cock, catching more come on his lips before swallowing it back down and gagging and definitely not caring, just swallowing. Finally. A nice fat load of come in his mouth.
“Shit, your mouth is ... fuck ...” Changmin used the firm grip on his hair to move Jaejoong’s head himself, and Jaejoong concentrated on swallowing every pulse, every thick drop, every taste of him.
He didn’t stop until Changmin’s moans turned to whimpers.
“Kiss, kiss,” Changmin demanded while pulling on his hair.
Jaejoong let Changmin’s dick fall from his mouth, followed the tugs up into Changmin’s lap, pressed tight against his body, and kissed him. Changmin ate at his mouth, licking up the come from his chin. His hands slid down his back and gripped his ass tight, fingers sliding under his briefs to tease his cleft.
“I want to eat you now,” Changmin growled into his mouth and then kissed down his neck, “finger you and play with you, and stretch you open for my cock.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Bedroom?”
“That is where your laptop is to record it, so a good idea.”
Jaejoong pulled away from him, eyes narrowed.
Changmin smiled and kissed him. “What? Isn’t that what we said, on the video Sunday, that I’d film the first time I finger you and the first time I fuck you?”
“Are you just trying to waste time because you can’t keep it up and you’re not ready for more?”
Changmin’s eyes narrowed this time and he growled, pushing Jaejoong off his lap.
Jaejoong laughed, landing in a bit of a heap. He tried to right himself, but Changmin manhandled him to his knees, pressed his head to the cushion with a hand and said, “Stay.”
The humor disappeared in an instant and Jaejoong’s cock throbbed in his underwear. He cried out when Changmin pressed his firm cock against his ass.
“We definitely should not disappoint your viewers, babydoll.”
Jaejoong shuddered. “Please,” he gasped, the word turning to a whimper as Changmin pulled the band of his underwear down. The band hooked on the curve of his ass and Changmin’s finger ran up his cleft.
“Fuck, please, please.” Jaejoong reached to push his underwear off and got a quick sharp smack on his bottom for his efforts.
“Don’t touch.”
“Fuck, please.”
“Such a pretty asshole, all ready to be used and stretched out.”
Jaejoong moaned, eyes squeezing shut, at the soft touch of a fingertip on his clenching body.
“God, please, stretch me out, stretch me open, please. With your dick.” A slight pressure had Jaejoong gasping, and his body responded with a little clench. “Please, please. Fuck, please.”
Changmin chuckled. “You really have no self-discipline, babydoll, if you’re already begging. I’ve barely touched you.”
“Fuck you, Max, just ... come on!” Jaejoong jerked his ass back, and right into another firm spank. He whimpered. “Please.”
“I’ve been dreaming of this for years, babydoll. Be patient.”
Jaejoong was not patient. Especially not when it came to sex.
The finger left his begging body for only a moment and then came back slick with spit.
Jaejoong moaned, trying to push back on it, but all the finger did was slip up and over his body, never inside, just a teasing, slick touch on too sensitive skin, and Jaejoong realized after a moment that he was keening, a soft noise that he didn’t bother to muffle.
“I think I’m going to work you open with my tongue first. Is that okay, babydoll?”
“Fuck, yes, please!”
His underwear were pulled down the rest of the way and Jaejoong shifted his knees to get them completely off.
“So beautiful,” Changmin said and ran his hands along Jaejoong’s inner thigh. He gripped Jaejoong’s balls, pulling a heavy moan from Jaejoong, and then he went back to touching.
“I guess telling you that you don’t have permission to come is futile.”
“Fuck you, come on. Get your mouth on me.”
Changmin laughed. “Spread your legs a bit more, babydoll.”
Jaejoong did, his knee almost slipping off the couch. Both of Changmin’s hands landed on his ass, gripping and squeezing and spreading him open. Jaejoong wondered for a moment where the phone went, and then Changmin’s tongue was against his furled skin and he didn’t give a fuck about Changmin’s phone. His moan was loud and drawn out, just like how Changmin licked him, up the cleft with a firm press against his opening.
“Goddamn,” Jaejoong breathed. He’d almost forgotten how fucking good that felt.
And how agonizing, when Changmin did not do more than just small laps against his opening, ignoring both Jaejoong’s moans for more and his body’s physical pleas to be penetrated. He was already throbbing, already clenching with every inhale and heartbeat.
“Feels so good, Max, so fucking ... please, please, more.”
But he was ignored and Changmin licked, one hand gripped on one cheek to hold him open and the other just resting against his thigh.
“You were so nice to prepare this pretty treat for me that I’m going to savor it,” Changmin said. “Stop your whining.”
“Oh god, please.”
When Changmin’s thumbs pressed to the sides of his entrance, Jaejoong whimpered and tried to spread himself more, letting his hips drop and his ass curl higher.
“Delicious,” Changmin murmured and then finally pressed his tongue inside Jaejoong, his breath warm and his tongue so wet. Just deep enough for Jaejoong to tense around it. But it didn’t last, and Changmin went back to small licks all along the edge of his body, only dipping into it to tease.
Jaejoong lost the ability to use words and just whimpered in encouragement or moaned in anguish. At the first light touch of a fingertip, Jaejoong almost came. He’d been so lost in the lust around him, in his own skin, in the touch of Changmin’s tongue that the wave of pleasure through him was so surprising, and his cock pulsed, and he had a vague idea of messing up his couch, but it wasn’t going to be the first time he’d gotten come all over it.
“You are more amazing than I could have ever imagined, babydoll.”
Jaejoong flushed and moaned in response, too blown out his mind to think of a response.
“Nice and slick now, at least for a moment.” Changmin shifted. Away, and Jaejoong protested. With a laugh, Changmin said, “Calm down. I’m going to stretch you open now and get you ready for my dick. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Please, yes, please. Yes!”
“I’m going to ask a stupid question. Do you have lube nearby?”
Jaejoong laughed, short and breathy, and waved a hand at the coffee table. “Drawer.”
“Good. I don’t even have to move when I’ll need it. Now.” A finger touched his entrance and Jaejoong clamped down in surprise and moaned. “It’s been, what, three days since you had something inside yourself?”
Jaejoong gasped. “Yes.”
“Well, this is probably the tightest your ass is going to be for a while, because I am going to fuck you so hard and so often that gaping is going to be a new normal standard for you.”
“Please, please, please!”
“I can’t really decide though.” He pressed the finger inside him, and Jaejoong moaned, shifting to get used to the penetration and the slight sting. “I want to finger fuck you with four of my fingers.” The finger left him and then came back, slick with spit again, “but god, I want to just force you open with my dick.”
“That ... that one. Please, please.”
The finger moved, in and out of him, not too deep and Jaejoong moaned and tried not to thrust back on it. He failed and rolled his hips, gasping when Changmin did not stop him. He did the move again and sped up, fucking himself on that one finger until it was too dry.
Changmin spit on him. Right above the finger and then spread it into his body, and Jaejoong whined again. God, why was that hot?
“Please, please.”
“Please what?” Changmin said and forced in a second finger.
Jaejoong cried out at the stretch. “Fuck me! Please.”
“Demanding little minx, aren’t you?”
“Please, Max, please, please please. Dick. I want your cock, open, please, fuck me open.”
Changmin removed his finger and flicked Jaejoong’s puckered entrance. “Your asshole is actually begging me more for it than your mouth.”
“Oh god, please.”
Jaejoong heard the drawer open and tried to turn his head, but decided he didn’t need to watch, just feel.
“God, babydoll, there is a lot of lube in this drawer. It’s almost like you can’t help but fuck yourself open every second of every day.”
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Relax,” Changmin whispered and ran his hand on the soft babydoll clinging to Jaejoong’s body.
A demanding order when Jaejoong was so on edge that his skin felt like it was going to snap.
“I love your tattoo so much,” Changmin whispered, splaying his hand over it and tightening his fingers. They slipped up under the babydoll and then went back to his ass.
Jaejoong took a deep breath, stuttering and choking on air when Changmin slid his dick between his cleft.
“Gorgeous,” Changmin said.
Cool lube dripped on his skin, and Jaejoong bit his lip against more pleas and moans. As always, it didn’t work and his body took over instead, thrusting back and only managing to help Changmin’s dick tease him by sliding up and down his cleft.
More lube. Lots of lube. It dripped down his balls and along his tailbone, and Jaejoong moaned.
“Fuck, please!”
With a laugh, Changmin slipped a slick finger into him. More words were lost in the pleasure turning his brain and body to mush. One finger and then two, and then the firm thick head of a cock, and Jaejoong gasped at the sudden breach that was gone just as quickly. Changmin slid the soft head up and down his cleft.
Jaejoong couldn’t breathe past the whines coming from his throat. He was teased again, and then again. Moaning, he lowered his chest toward the couch and curled his hips up. His body was clenching so tight.
“Please, please. Come on. Please!”
“Next time,” Changmin said and pushed into a little bit, “I am finding something to gag you with.” He sank in deep, and Jaejoong stopped breathing, body stretching around too much too soon, and then his body shook and pleasure tore through him and along his skin. With a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, Changmin moved, a slow in and out that had Jaejoong’s whining louder and then biting down on the drool-soaked couch cushion under his face.
“Beautiful, babydoll,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong gripped the couch cushion and thrust back. He expected Changmin to keep moving, not grab his hip and stop himself, buried all the way inside Jaejoong, their bodies pressed together. His body was throbbing, his heartbeat leading the way to pleasure. Jaejoong tried to move and his knee slipped off the couch.
Changmin slipped out of him, and Jaejoong pressed against the couch, rocking his hips and sliding his erection on the fabric. It only took three thrusts before he was coming. Three thrusts and a touch of fingers to his ass, pushing inside him just as his orgasm peaked and he moaned, twitching and curling up for a moment and then pushing back down. His body clamped down on Changmin’s fingers.
Everything was fuzzy.
Jaejoong was smiling.
“Did you just come all over your couch, babydoll?”
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck.”
Changmin grabbed his hips and pulled him back up. Jaejoong whined, but went with the movements, tucking his knees a little more securely between couch cushions. The tingles along his skin turned to spasms when Changmin thrust back inside him and then didn’t stop.
Jaejoong moaned, shifting a little and sighing at the way his body stretched to let Changmin in, and out. God. He arched his back and met Changmin’s steady thrusts, prolonging the pleasure. He wasn’t surprised that his cock did not wilt and just pulsed out more clear fluid to his couch.
“It’s actually pretty difficult to hold a camera steady and fuck you.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That’s why I use my laptop, so I don’t have to hold it.”
“I want to put my phone down and really plow into you, but god, it is really really sexy knowing that I’m recording this.”
“And knowing that I’m going to post it for all my followers to see?”
“Fuck.”
The phone clattered to the floor, both of Changmin’s hands went to his hips and he sped up, slamming harder into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned, still meeting his thrusts, curling his hips in just the right way to send tingles along his skin. In perfect sync. It was almost too perfect, but Jaejoong tried not to let that thought linger too long. He had always hoped that Maximizer88 would be everything he needed.
As another orgasm threatened, Jaejoong smiled and thought, So far so good.
He got a hand on his cock, stroking fast. That made his body tighten up and Changmin growled a series of curses at him and spanked his hip before speeding up, rushing for a release. Jaejoong relaxed, his mind fuzzy, his skin shimmering, everything bright and happy and perfect. His balls tightened up, his stomach twitching, and his sudden moans blended almost indecipherably from Changmin’s. His orgasm coiled through him and shattered, splattering more come onto his couch, and Changmin’s moan was divine, staggered a little as he released himself. His hips stopped for a moment and then he moved slow, prolonging his own pleasure, and Jaejoong’s.
“Fuck, babydoll. Fuck.”
“Such a good fuck,” Jaejoong said, voice a little rough.
He frowned when Changmin pulled away from him, but brightened up when all he did was help Jaejoong turn over onto his back. Changmin grabbed behind his knees, slid his dick right back into Jaejoong and then fell over him and kissed him, his tongue and dick finding a rhythm to fuck into him.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Changmin’s sweaty back and tangled one hand in his hair and met him kiss for kiss, rocking his hips up into each thrust.
When Changmin broke for a heavy breath, Jaejoong smirked at him and said, “Okay, I believe you. No downtime.”
Changmin growled and went for his neck instead, one arm holding him up to get at the smooth skin and suck.
Jaejoong moaned and let the haze of pleasure take over. Only a few minutes later, he was coming again, between them, without even being touched, making a thorough mess of the lacy skirt of the babydoll. Changmin grunted and pushed back up to his knees, hands holding Jaejoong’s legs open.
“Shit, need ... shit.”
He stopped, much to Jaejoong’s dismay and leaned over the couch to grab his phone.
Jaejoong laughed. “Good shot?”
“The best,” Changmin replied and held the phone steady while he fucked into Jaejoong from this angle. It was dirty and slick and he really hoped that Changmin’s last orgasm was all over his rim and body.
“Fucking hell ...” Changmin pulled out all the way, and Jaejoong moaned, his ass clenching around nothing, and then Changmin pushed into him again, a hand on his thigh for balance.
And then he did it again. Completely out ... completely in ...
“Are you just getting shots of my gaping asshole?”
“For now.” And then his dick didn’t go right back in, but his fingers did. Four of them, sliding around the rim, and Jaejoong’s dick pulsed another mess onto his stomach.
“So fucked open,” Changmin said. “So stretched out.”
His dick was back, cutting off Jaejoong’s breath again. And his dick stayed in, thrusting slow and firm. He curled his hand around Jaejoong’s dick and stroked, and Jaejoong moaned. He was too sensitive and didn’t think he’d be able to come again, and then Changmin hitched his body a bit higher and curled over him for another heavy kissed and fucked him hard and fast. His orgasm was just as quick, but mostly dry, only a few eager drops of come flinging from his dick while Changmin raced for his own finish.
Their mouth were together when it happened, Changmin’s open, his moan muffled while he body shook. And then Jaejoong was kissing air, and his ass was empty, clenching around nothing while Changmin splattered his release all over Jaejoong’s ass. It took another moment to notice that Changmin had his phone in his hand again. And then he shoved his dick back inside Jaejoong and thrust a few time before pulling back out. He used his fingers, sliding come all around the rim and inside him, and Jaejoong moaned, just trying to imagine what it looked like on camera.
Well, he’d find out soon enough.
The phone fell to the floor again and Changmin leaned over him, his dick teasing Jaejoong’s body. They both shifted and he slipped back inside.
With matching moans, they kissed and Changmin rocked his hips.
“God, you’re amazing,” Changmin whispered.
“Hmm, same to you.”
Jaejoong lost track of time as they made out. He thought for a moment that Changmin was on his way to another orgasm and then Changmin’s hips shifted and his dick slipped out of him.
“As soon as I get the energy, let’s go shower,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong laughed. “Good idea. Do you have to go back to work?”
“Yeah, eventually. I do want some lunch first.”
Jaejoong laughed again and kissed him. “Okay. Then get up.”
Instead, Changmin shifted and tucked his head under Jaejoong’s chin, resting against his chest. “Soon.”
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around him and smiled, letting his eyes shut and his foot run up and down his thigh.
“Fuck that was amazing,” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin hummed in agreement. “Mostly because of you.”
“Fantasy come true?”
“Fuck yeah. For you too.”
Jaejoong moaned and twisted a little. “Fuck yeah.”
Epilogue: Three POVs
Part 4: Three Truths
Part 3: Three babydolls
Part 2: Three Dates
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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