Maid For You 3/?
Title: Maid For You 3/?
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (very minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insipiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
Part 3:
"Ah, the whore."
Yoochun shut his eyes briefly and turned around from the drink he'd been making.
Jaejoong was wearing a black suit, black shirt. His hair was no longer the deep brown it had been, but black, harsh against his ethereal skin.
"Hi, Jaejoong," Yoochun said, only just masking his distaste. He handed the drink to his customer and then smiled. "What can I get for you?"
Jae pondered him for a moment and then said, "Jaeger. Double. Straight."
"Sure." Anger simmered just beneath Yoochun's skin, but he had a job to do and Junsu had warned him that Jaejoong would come in. He quickly got his drink and set it in front of him. He was glad he was busy because he didn't have to find an excuse not to talk to Jaejoong. It was only his second week on the job, but already he’d grown comfortable with the work. He liked it, and his co-workers were really fun.
“God, he is fucking gorgeous,” Heechul hissed in his ear an hour later. “And he’s been eye fucking you all night. I think I might hate you. He won’t even look at me.”
Yoochun scoffed. “You’re prettier than he is.”
“Well, duh, but god.”
“You’ll hate me more when I tell you I’ve seen him naked.”
“What?” Heechul screeched.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. He’s my … boyfriend’s cousin.”
“And how did you get to see him naked?”
Yoochun’s smile fell. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Okay, Mr. Mysterious, just tell me one thing.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and grinned. “Yes, he’s a top, and yes, his cock would be enough to make you scream all night long.”
“Oh, god. Oh fucking god. I so want to go home with him. Why won’t he look at me?”
“Because he’s an asshole and a bastard and a prick-“
“And fucking gorgeous.”
Yoochun loved working with Heechul. The guy was a fantastic flirt, prettier than any girl that stepped into the club and gayer than any man that came in. He usually went home with a different man every night, and then came back the next day, completely unsatisfied and full of detailed accounts of how, even though he’d come twice, he’d been so disappointed by something or other.
“You may be too picky,” Yoochun had said to him one day and had received a sharp slap on his shoulder.
“Selective. I’m selective.”
“Yeah,” TOP had said as he walked through the empty bar, “if he’s male and has a cock, you’ll select him.”
Jaejoong was making him nervous. Heechul was right. Not once did Jaejoong pull his eyes from Yoochun. After one more double of Jaeger, he ordered wine. No one ever ordered wine. He sat at the end of the bar, sipping on the burgundy liquid and stared at Yoochun.
At about eleven, Jiyong told him to take a break.
Yoochun opened his mouth to argue, but Jae had heard him and said, “It’s about time.” He reached over the bar and snagged Yoochun’s wrist. "Come and dance with me."
"I'd rather not."
Jaejoong grinned. "Just one dance."
“Heechul will dance with you.”
“I want to dance with you.”
Yoochun sighed as Jiyong made, "go with him" motions with his hands, and Heechul pouted with his arms crossed.
"Fine." He moved around the bar and lifted the slab to get out.
“Tell him to go home with me,” Heechul whispered as Yoochun passed him.
Jaejoong was immediately behind him, hands on his hips, as he led them to the dance floor.
"What do you want?" Yoochun asked, shouting over the music.
"I want to dance with you." Jae said it more quietly, lips pressed against Yoochun's ear.
Jaejoong stopped suddenly, one arm wrapped around Yoochun's chest, the other stayed on his hip, but his hand slipped into Yoochun's pocket. He directed their dance, swaying his hips, rolling against Yoochun's body.
"Put your arms around my neck," Jaejoong demanded.
Yoochun sighed, but did it anyway. Their bodies melded. Jae groaned and then his lips danced along Yoochun's neck.
"Stop it," Yoochun said and yanked his head away.
Jae chuckled. "I want more than a dance with you, little whore."
"So? You're not going to get it. Take Heechul home. He wants you."
"I don’t want him. After your shift, come home with me. If you don't, then I tell everyone that Junsu owns this club and Xiah is just a smokescreen."
Yoochun's body tensed, but he didn't reply. He had to take a few deep breaths. The hand in his pocket was groping his cock.
"Should I take your silence as an agreement?"
"No. Xiah owns this club."
Jae chuckled. He ran his tongue up Yoochun's neck. "You don't lie well."
"Let me go."
"Say yes."
"Let me go or I'll make a scene."
"Fine, fine." He slipped a business card into Yoochun's shirt pocket. "I expect you there tonight for a little bit of fun." He let Yoochun slip away and then at the last second, snagged the back of his neck and kissed him.
Yoochun bit his lower lip.
Jae smiled and pulled back, tonguing the bleeding cut. "So that's how you want it, that's how you'll get. I'll see you later."
Jae sauntered out of the club. Yoochun went back behind the bar.
“Oh my god, you two were hot together,” Heechul said, “and he left? What the hell? God, I hate you.”
Yoochun ignored him, went in the kitchen and called Junsu.
"Darling, what's wrong?" he asked right away.
"Jaejoong was here and said he has proof that you own this club, and that if I didn't go home with him that he'd tell everyone."
"Please tell me you told him to fuck off."
"More or less."
"Good. Is he still there?"
"No. He gave me an address."
"Which one?"
Yoochun fished the card from his pocket and recited the address.
"Thanks, darling. Let me come and pick you up tonight, okay? It will make me feel better."
"Okay."
Junsu showed up while Yoochun was washing the last of the dishes for the night.
Heechul was standing next to him, lamenting the loss of a gorgeous piece of cock like Jaejoong.
“I just … god, I want him so fucking badly,” Heechul said.
“Who?” Junsu asked as his arms snaked around Yoochun's waist. Lips pressed on his neck, just above the collar of his t-shirt.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun supplied.
Junsu smirked. “No, you don’t. He’s a bastard.”
“Gorgeous bastard,” Heechul corrected.
“Still a bastard. Go away.”
“I’m talking to Yoochun.”
“Well, I’m going to fuck Yoochun. Go away.”
“I want to watch.”
“If you go away, I’ll hook you up with Jaejoong.”
Heechul’s mouth dropped open. “You said he was a bastard.”
“He is. He’ll fuck you and he’ll leave you, but I’m assuming that’s what you want.”
Heechul’s smirked. “From him. Yes.”
“Okay, go away.”
“Sure thing, Junsu baby. Yoochun’s been tense all night. Relax him up a bit.”
Heechul kissed both of their cheeks and then sashayed out of the kitchen.
Yoochun relaxed into Junsu’s arms and Junsu kissed his neck. "Jaejoong was not at his penthouse, but Changmin and a few others were there. And after some ... ahem ... persuasion, Changmin said that Jaejoong is waiting for you at your place."
"Fuck."
"Yep. Shall we go tell him to fuck off together?"
Yoochun sighed.
"Don't worry, baby, I have more dirt on that bastard than he has on me. And right after you called me, I called my father's secretary and I have a meeting with him and my lawyer to discuss my company and my plans."
"But, -"
"Nope. I was already planning on it. I want to expand. I can't do that in secret."
Junsu kissed the back of his neck, fingers of one hand feathered through his hair. “Your hair is getting long,” Junsu said as he tugged on it.
“It’s usually long. I only cut it because the fat ramen guy told me to.”
Junsu shivered.
“Huh? You want me to cut it?”
“Fuck no. I was just thinking.”
“Of?”
“Plaid, pleated school girl skirts and pigtails.”
Yoochun laughed. “You want me to get breast implants, too?”
“God, no. I like your body just as it is, thank you.”
He reached pressed his lips to Yoochun's neck and then licked up to his ear. Biting at his earlobe, he whispered, "What do you want, right this second?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Junsu chuckled. He settled his hand on Yoochun's hips and then molded their bodies together. Deft fingers unbuttoned his jeans. Hands slipped into his pants. Junsu moaned when he hooked his fingers in the side of the panties Yoochun was wearing.
Junsu took a step back. "Take your pants off."
Yoochun smirked over his shoulder. He pushed his jeans over his hips. Junsu’s breath hitched. Yoochun was wearing black boy shorts. On one cheek was a heart, and up the middle of the back of them was a little red tie and a bow. Yoochun bent over, making sure to grind his practically bare ass over Junsu's crotch, as he slowly lowered his jeans. When the tops of the red fishnets he was wearing came into view, Junsu cursed.
Yoochun's BoyShorts and ThighHighs
"Fuck, do you wear these every day?"
"Most days. Sometimes, I don’t wear anything under my jeans."
Junsu's lips attached to his neck again, his hands cupped Yoochun's ass. Yoochun wrapped an arm around Junsu's neck as his knee buckled. Junsu abused the skin just below Yoochun's ear.
"Turn around," he whispered.
Shaking, Yoochun did. He leaned against the sink and gripped the edge in his hands to steady him.
Junsu dropped to his knees.
"Oh, fuck," Yoochun whimpered as Junsu released his cock from the confines of the panties.
With only one stroke of Junsu's hand, Yoochun was hard as a rock. Junsu licked around the head, holding the base. Yoochun whined.
Junsu had sucked his cock before but never from his knees.
Junsu closed his mouth around the tip, sucking lightly. It was enough to make Yoochun's head go light. Junsu stroked the lower half with his hand, concentrating lips and teeth and throat on the rest. Yoochun's head fell back as his cock grew slick from Junsu's tongue and his hand slid over his skin.
Junsu tightened his grip around the base, and then twisted his hand as he brought it up the length of Yoochun's cock. His lips left the tip only long enough for him to swirl his palm over the head, and then his tongue was right back as he stroked down.
Yoochun cried out, each cry getting louder and louder as Junsu continued the movement. It was agonizing, and then Junsu deep throated him. Once, twice and Yoochun's orgasm was there, building and waiting and, he whimpered through it.
A single finger slipping into his hole had him coming down Junsu's throat with a shout. His knees did buckle this time and only the grip he had on the sink and Junsu's hands on his hips kept him up.
Junsu sucked on him a bit more causing Yoochun's body to jerk as mini aftershocks shot up his skin. And then, Junsu calmly tucked his cock back into the panties and rose. He put his hands on the sink next to Yoochun's, trapping the other with his body. Junsu kissed him, and Yoochun eagerly followed his tongue. Yoochun released the death grip on the sink and transferred it to Junsu's hair.
Yoochun pressed his crotch against Junsu hard cock. "Gonna take care of that?"
"Later. After I've dealt with Jaejoong. I'm going to be full of energy and adrenaline that I'll have to release somehow."
Yoochun shivered in anticipation.
Junsu broke away and slapped his hip. "Wash your dishes. Since only five people knew I own this place either Jiyong or TOP told someone else."
Yoochun watched as he walked away, perfect ass wrapped in tight brown trousers. He shuddered again, and turned around to finish his closing duties.
-----
Junsu was leaning against his black Audi when Yoochun finally left the club. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the small tightening of his eyes. But he smiled at Yoochun.
"I bought you something," Junsu said and took a box from the top of the car.
Yoochun moaned. "Su."
"What?"
"You have to stop buying me things."
Junsu frowned. "Why?"
"I appreciate it, I do, but this is the fourth gift this week. I feel like you're trying to buy my love."
Junsu bit his lower lip, unsure. "I thought boyfriends were supposed to buy each other things."
Yoochun leaned forward and kissed him. "Yeah, but I haven't bought you anything and I feel like I have to, but I can't afford it, and ... of course, you're rich, Junsu, but at this point the only thing you should be buying me is dinner, or flowers-god, that's girly-but instead I get an expensive silver necklace, silk scarves and three hundred dollar jeans."
"They look good on you!"
Yoochun smiled. "Yes, they do, but I don’t need anymore clothes, and I don't want to love your money."
Junsu winced.
"What?"
"About what I bought-" Junsu held out his gift.
Yoochun took the small box and opened it. Music sheets, pencils, erasers, and lots of piano scores.
"Su?"
Junsu walked to the driver's side and muttered, "I sort of bought you a piano. Okay. Let’s go."
He climbed in the car. Yoochun stood staring at the box, mouth open. What the-
The car started, Junsu honked, Yoochun jumped and climbed in the car. The box on his lap. He never took his eyes off Junsu as he drove. It’d only been ten days since Yoochun moved out of Junsu’s suite. It was hard getting used to sleeping alone again. They’d seen each other only six of those ten days, and only twice for sex. Middle of the afternoon lovemaking while Junsu took a long lunch break. It’d been great, but Junsu kept throwing his money around, and while Yoochun understood that Junsu didn’t know any better, it was starting to get to be too much.
"You bought me a piano?"
Junsu nodded.
"What kind of piano?"
"A Yamaha Clavinova."
"Shit, Junsu, those are like five thousand dollars."
"Yeah, so what?" he snapped.
Yoochun settled a hand on his knee. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're mad."
"No, I'm ... I'm frustrated," Yoochun said. "I feel like I have to pay you back for it, and the only way I can think of to do that is on my back, and then I still feel like a whore-"
"But, I don't- how am I supposed to show you how much I love you?" He covered Yoochun's hand with his.
Yoochun brought Junsu’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. "Call me, text me, let me know you think about me. Hold my hand. Gifts from your heart mean more than expensive ones."
Junsu frowned. They were quiet until Junsu pulled into Yoochun's parking lot.
"Hey," he said as they passed Yoochun's occupied parking space. "I wonder who's car that is."
Junsu pulled into a guest parking spot and then turned to Yoochun.
Yoochun leaned over the console and kissed him. "Thank you, really."
"I'm sorry, Yoochun."
"Why?"
"I've just never been with someone who wasn't with me for my money. I don't know how to do this."
"No more gifts that cost more than ten dollars."
Junsu made a face. "Ten dollars?"
"Yep. That's the price limit."
"Fine. Okay, but you have to keep the piano."
Yoochun smiled and kissed him again. "Negotiations, I must be dating a business man."
"Let’s go see how long it takes this business man to get Jaejoong out of your apartment."
"You think he's inside?"
"Yes. He wasn't in his car, and can you imagine Jaejoong waiting out in the hall?"
Yoochun scoffed. "Nope.”
“I will send someone over to change your lock tomorrow, and, yes, I’ll pay for it. So no arguing that one.”
“Okay.”
They exited the car and Junsu held his hand as they walked up the sidewalk and into the hallway. Yoochun grabbed his mail and then they took the elevator to the tenth floor. It was more expensive than Yoochun had wanted, but with the money Junsu had given him before and the wage and tips he got bartending, he could afford it. But not much else. Yoochun had always been good with money; you had to be when you were practically homeless.
Junsu held his hand out and Yoochun gave him his keys. He unlocked the door and let it open. Soft notes sounded through the apartment.
Jaejoong was playing his new piano.
They stepped into the living room. Junsu stayed in front of him, and Yoochun knew it was until he figured out if Jaejoong was alone or not.
“Seriously, Junsu,” Jae said without looking up from the piano. “There was no need to break Changmin’s wrist.”
“Fucker asked for it,” Junsu replied. “What do you want?”
Jae turned around, eyebrow raised and tilted his head at Yoochun. “One night.”
“Not happening. And before you even say anything else, my father already knows about Intoxication.”
“No, he doesn’t. I asked him.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “It’s a secret, dumb ass. You think my father is going to say, ‘oh of course, Jaejoong, biggest gossiper in our family, my son is running a club that caters to homosexuals’.”
Jae narrowed his eyes. “You’re lying.”
Another eye roll. “I am not. What I want to know is how you found out. Who told you?”
Jae smiled. “Now that is definitely a secret.”
“I can count the number of people who knew about it on one hand.”
“So add me to the list, and let me have what I want or all of society is going to know.”
“Please, Jaejoong, you cannot blackmail me.”
“Why not?”
“HyunJi.”
Yoochun had no idea who HyunJi was, but the mention of the name made Jaejoong’s eyes darken and his lip twitch.
“How old is she now?”
“Fuck off.”
“Leave Yoochun alone, you understand me.”
“If you weren’t family, I’d make you disappear.”
“Like wise, cousin. Get out. Now.”
Jae stalked toward the door.
“Oh, one more thing,” Junsu said. He bent over a table and wrote on a piece of paper. “Call him. He’ll make you happy for a night.”
“Another one of your whores?”
Junsu rolled his eyes again, and Jae snatched the paper from his hands. He slammed the door behind him.
After a moment of silence, Yoochun asked, “Who’s HyunJi?”
“His daughter. Illegitimate daughter.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, he got drunk, got a sixteen year old girl pregnant after raping her and now has a three year old daughter.”
“Wow.” It was all Yoochun could think to say.
“I told you he was a bastard.”
“And yet, you gave him Heechul’s number. I like Heechul.”
“Heechul can handle him, don’t worry.”
Yoochun frowned and then moved across the room to his new piano. Jaejoong had left it on and he carefully played a few notes.
"You okay?" Junsu asked.
"Is Jaejoong going to try to hurt me?"
"No."
"Why did you break Changmin's wrist?"
"He and the others at Jaejoong's tried to detain me. I could have done worse."
Yoochun continued playing soft notes with no real pattern to them. There were so many notes, so many chords, so many beats and tempos and arrangements, Yoochun wondered when every song possible would be written.
"I can feel how tense you are, Junsu. Didn't you mention relieving that energy in some way?"
"Yes, but ... but you're tense, too. A different kind and ..."
"And?"
"I think it'd be better if I just went home."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know how to do this, Chunnie. Normally, I'd just take what I want."
Yoochun walked over to him and put his arms around Junsu's waist. Junsu's body shivered with pent up energy.
"What you really need to do is calm down," Yoochun said. He took Junsu's hand and led them down the short hallway to his bedroom. "Will you let me help you relax?"
Yoochun didn't wait for an answer and pressed their lips together, and unbuttoned Junsu’s shirt. Junsu whimpered when Yoochun's fingers slid under the silk shirt and up his shoulders. The shirt slithered to the floor. Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hips and rocked against him. He tried to deepen the kiss.
Yoochun pulled away. "We do this at my pace or we don't do it at all."
"I want you now."
"Then maybe you should go home."
Junsu shut his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I have a feeling that as soon as you see me naked, you're going to jump me."
Junsu smiled.
Yoochun pecked his lips. "Get on the bed, hands above your head."
"Chunn-"
"Just do it."
Junsu contemplated him for a moment and then nodded. He lay on his back, arms above him, bent at the elbows. His fingertips brushed the headboard.
Perfect.
Yoochun went to his dresser and took the silk scarves Junsu had given him earlier in the week. They were beautiful. One deep brown, another cream, and the third a mixture of the two with even more shades of brown between. It looked like coffee before the cream had been mixed with it. He held them in one hand, and slid the scarves through his fingers.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Junsu asked as Yoochun climbed onto the bed.
Yoochun trailed the ends of the scarves over his chest. Junsu shuddered.
"Are you going to let me?" Yoochun asked.
"Yes."
Yoochun grinned. He kissed Junsu once and then bound his hands to the headboard with two of the scarves. He continued to caress Junsu's chest with the third. Junsu's eyes shut with a hiss.
Yoochun decided to get his mouth involved, he licked and sucked and kissed Junsu's neck, shoulders and chest, pulling aggravated whimpers from Junsu as he attacked nipples, hip bones and sensitive skin.
"Okay. Untie me now."
Yoochun grinned. "Nope. Not yet."
Junsu tugged on the bindings. "I want to touch you."
"In a moment." Yoochun straddled Junsu's legs and undid his own pants. He pushed them open so Junsu could see his hard cock pressed in the confines of the panties. He gripped his cock once, and then quickly removed the rest of Junsu's clothes. He repeated his actions, teasing first with the scarf and then again with lips and teeth. Down his stomach and hips and thighs, doing nothing more than licking Junsu's cock a few times.
He sat back, smiling. "What should I do with this last scarf?"
Junsu's eyes were shut, his skin jerking. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Yoochun tickled his sides. Junsu protested weakly, muscles straining. Veins popped out along his arms and neck as he pulled on the restraints. Yoochun traced one vein with his tongue, and then pressed a short kiss to his lips. He folded the scarf and the tied it over Junsu's eyes. Junsu whimpered as Yoochun climbed off the bed.
"Chunnie," Junsu said in disbelief.
"Hang on. I'll be right back."
Yoochun went to his closet. It was no where near big enough to hold all of his clothes, but Junsu had brought in some closet expert to organize it. His costumes and dresses were in a corner and he snagged the one he wanted.
He stripped out of the boy shorts and took off the fishnets. He pulled on the pink halter dress. The skirt was longer than usual, but it was perfect for what he wanted. He swirled once, making sure the dress fell right, and then he went to a series of shelves and took a pair of white, knee high boots. He shoved his feet into them quickly, and then spun again. It’d gotten much easier to walk in heels the last few weeks.
Yoochun's Dress
Yoochun's boots (so cute, I want them!)
He went back to the bedroom. "You okay, Su?"
“No. Damn it."
Yoochun chuckled. He went to his dresser for a bottle of lube. He crawled back on the bed, knees on either side of Junsu's legs. Junsu's breath hitched when the skirt brushed over his skin.
"What are you wearing?"
Yoochun chuckled. "Clothes."
"Chunnie" he whined and tugged on the restraints. "I want to see you."
"In a moment." Yoochun lubed up his fingers. He let a few drops fall on Junsu's stomach.
Junsu’s skin twitched.
Yoochun bent over, one arm next to Junsu's body for balance. The other slipped under the skirt. He moaned as he pressed two fingers inside him. "My fingers feel so good," Yoochun whispered against Junsu's lips.
Junsu whimpered.
“I have two in me right now. Twisting, spreading. I can't wait to sit on your cock."
"Now please, now, fuck now."
Yoochun smiled and licked Junsu's upper lip. He slinked down Junsu's body, pressing lips against skin. He teased the tip of Junsu's cock, licking up the precome, and then he stroked it with his free hand before taking most of it down his throat at once.
"Fuck!" Junsu shouted and his hips lifted off the bed. "Yoochun, god Yoochun, I'm going to come. Fuck."
Yoochun took all of Junsu down his throat, hands holding his hips to the bed. Junsu's cries increased. His body was tight, every muscle standing out as he fought against the restraints. With another cry and an arch of his hips, Junsu shook his release down Yoochun's throat.
Yoochun gagged, not expecting it, but then swallowed.
"Chunnie, fuck, that's... god, please, I want to hold you."
Yoochun didn't' reply. He kissed up and around Junsu's stomach, and then up his chest. He pressed his lips to Junsu's gently. Junsu whimpered, and then moaned when Yoochun grabbed his cock.
"Please. I need to touch you, hold you."
"In a moment."
Junsu let out a harsh breath. "I am getting tired of you saying that."
"I know." Yoochun sat up. He held Junsu's cock against his entrance and slowly pushed down.
Junsu let out an agonized whimper as Yoochun shifted and readjusted until Junsu was completely inside him. He held still, and then moved the edge of the skirt on Junsu's thighs. "If I take the blindfold off are you going to come as soon as you see me?"
"Probably."
"Well, then-" Yoochun put his hands on Junsu's firm chest, and lifted his body. He moaned, pushing back down quickly. He set an unsteady pace, slow pulling out, rough going down. Each movement pulled a whimper from Junsu's throat.
"Please, please, god please let me see you."
Yoochun slowed, stopping with Junsu's twitching cock buried completely inside him. He kissed Junsu's neck, jaw, cheeks. He pressed his lips against Junsu's quivering ones, silencing his steady stream of pleas. He traced the edge of the blindfold and the hooked a finger in it and pulled it down so it hung around Junsu's neck. Junsu's eyes shut against the light. Yoochun kissed his eyelids.
"I can't decide if I should look or not," Junsu whispered.
Yoochun laughed. "It's just me in a dress, Su."
"And boots."
"Yep. And boots."
"You in a skirt and boots is probably the sexist thing in the world."
"I don't know. You tied up and blindfolded is pretty hot."
Yoochun shifted his hips, enough to make the skirt skim over Junsu's skin. Hs eyes flew open with a gasp.
"Ride me, fuck, move, please."
Yoochun kissed him again and lifted his hips.
"I want to see you," Junsu said, words muffled against Yoochun's lips.
Yoochun smiled. "Alright." He pressed his hands against Junsu's chest and pushed up. He rocked his hips a tiny bit, eyes shutting in pleasure.
"God, you're beautiful," Junsu whispered. "When are you going to let me touch you?"
A grin teased on Yoochun's lips. "After I'm done with you." Yoochun moved, hard and fast, pulling a startled cry from Junsu's throat. Junsu bent his knees, meeting Yoochun's thrusts with his own. Yoochun flipped the front of his skirt up so he could stroke his cock.
Junsu growled. "Not fair. I want to touch you so badly."
Yoochun fell over him. "I want you to touch me," he whispered. "I want to feel your hands on my skin, your fingers gripping my hips. I want to feel your hands slide up this skirt while you're fucking me."
Junsu moaned and pulled at the restraints again.
"You know," Yoochun continued. "There's a reason why I left you a bit of length and give, and why I used two scarves."
"Why?"
"Turn over and get on your knees and I'll show you."
"You are not fucking me," Junsu said adamantly.
"Why would I want to do that? Just trust me."
Junsu sighed. "Fine. Get off me."
Yoochun let Junsu's cock fall from his body very slowly, and with a desperate moan. It landed against Junsu's stomach with a wet smack. Reluctantly he moved away, kneeling next to Junsu. Junsu crossed his arms and then rolled over, the scarves twisting.
"Now what?"
"Sit there and be sexy," Yoochun said. He moved behind him and rubbed his hands on Junsu's plump ass.
"You said you weren't --"
"I'm not. Just enjoying the sights." Yoochun leaned down and licked Junsu's puckered hole.
"Please don't," Junsu whispered.
Yoochun knew there was a reason behind that quiet plea but he left it for later. He ran his hands over Junsu's back and kissed his side. He ducked under one of Junsu's arms and then snuggled into his body.
"Fuck," Junsu gasped, and his mouth closed around Yoochun's neck. Yoochun turned his head to the side to give him better access. He rubbed his ass over Junsu's crotch. Junsu swore again before transferring his lips and teeth to Yoochun's back and shoulders.
Yoochun reached behind him and grabbed Junsu's cock. He stroked it until it was hard again, and then held it steady against his body. Junsu shivered as he thrust forward, they both moaned when he slid inside. Junsu gripped the head board, closed his mouth around a patch of skin at Yoochun's shoulder, and then he started thrusting, hard, fast. Forcing Yoochun to grab the headboard to keep from slamming into it.
Junsu's body was flush against his. Their skin slid together as sweat built between them and spilled down their sides.
"Fuck, Su, harder."
"I can't fucking ... with my hands tied."
Yoochun pushed up, disrupting Junsu's rhythm. With shaking fingers he untied the scarves from the headboard. Immediately, Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hips. He threw him to the bed, on his back, and then grabbed the heel of the boots, spread his legs and thrust hard into Yoochun's body.
"Why the hell do you look so fucking good in a dress?"
Yoochun laughed through his gasps. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself while Junsu set a brutal pace. It didn't take long for that pleasurable ache to spread through his body. Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips a bit, crying out when Junsu pushed more deeply inside him.
Junsu gasped. He let go of the boots and moved his hands to Yoochun's thighs, squeezing, lifting, hitting harder. His fingers clenched, a groan ripped from his throat and warm come filled Yoochun's body.
Yoochun whimpered, speeding his hand. Junsu only paused for a moment, and then kept thrusting, shaking from the over-sensation. Yoochun grabbed behind his neck and slammed their lips together, kissing him roughly as he sped up his hand. Junsu swallowed his gasps and whimpers.
When the pleasure was finally too much, Yoochun flung his head back, cried out Junsu's name and came, splattering the dress where it covered his stomach. Junsu kissed him while they calmed down.
"You are paying my dry cleaning bill," Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed. "No problem, darling."
Junsu pulled out of him and they curled up together for a few minutes before he sighed.
"What?"
"I don't want to leave."
Yoochun scoffed. "If you think you're leaving after that, then you are sorely mistaken."
Junsu propped up on and elbow. "I don't understand."
Yoochun smiled. “After a night like that, you’re staying here.”
“But-“
“You’re my boyfriend right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay for someone’s boyfriend to stay the night after sex. If you were to leave, it would make me feel used.”
“God, this relationship thing is confusing.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes, it is. Let’s go shower and then go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Part 4: Tough Thoughts
Part 2: Dance Around
Part 1: Dress Up
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (very minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insipiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
Part 3:
"Ah, the whore."
Yoochun shut his eyes briefly and turned around from the drink he'd been making.
Jaejoong was wearing a black suit, black shirt. His hair was no longer the deep brown it had been, but black, harsh against his ethereal skin.
"Hi, Jaejoong," Yoochun said, only just masking his distaste. He handed the drink to his customer and then smiled. "What can I get for you?"
Jae pondered him for a moment and then said, "Jaeger. Double. Straight."
"Sure." Anger simmered just beneath Yoochun's skin, but he had a job to do and Junsu had warned him that Jaejoong would come in. He quickly got his drink and set it in front of him. He was glad he was busy because he didn't have to find an excuse not to talk to Jaejoong. It was only his second week on the job, but already he’d grown comfortable with the work. He liked it, and his co-workers were really fun.
“God, he is fucking gorgeous,” Heechul hissed in his ear an hour later. “And he’s been eye fucking you all night. I think I might hate you. He won’t even look at me.”
Yoochun scoffed. “You’re prettier than he is.”
“Well, duh, but god.”
“You’ll hate me more when I tell you I’ve seen him naked.”
“What?” Heechul screeched.
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. He’s my … boyfriend’s cousin.”
“And how did you get to see him naked?”
Yoochun’s smile fell. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Okay, Mr. Mysterious, just tell me one thing.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and grinned. “Yes, he’s a top, and yes, his cock would be enough to make you scream all night long.”
“Oh, god. Oh fucking god. I so want to go home with him. Why won’t he look at me?”
“Because he’s an asshole and a bastard and a prick-“
“And fucking gorgeous.”
Yoochun loved working with Heechul. The guy was a fantastic flirt, prettier than any girl that stepped into the club and gayer than any man that came in. He usually went home with a different man every night, and then came back the next day, completely unsatisfied and full of detailed accounts of how, even though he’d come twice, he’d been so disappointed by something or other.
“You may be too picky,” Yoochun had said to him one day and had received a sharp slap on his shoulder.
“Selective. I’m selective.”
“Yeah,” TOP had said as he walked through the empty bar, “if he’s male and has a cock, you’ll select him.”
Jaejoong was making him nervous. Heechul was right. Not once did Jaejoong pull his eyes from Yoochun. After one more double of Jaeger, he ordered wine. No one ever ordered wine. He sat at the end of the bar, sipping on the burgundy liquid and stared at Yoochun.
At about eleven, Jiyong told him to take a break.
Yoochun opened his mouth to argue, but Jae had heard him and said, “It’s about time.” He reached over the bar and snagged Yoochun’s wrist. "Come and dance with me."
"I'd rather not."
Jaejoong grinned. "Just one dance."
“Heechul will dance with you.”
“I want to dance with you.”
Yoochun sighed as Jiyong made, "go with him" motions with his hands, and Heechul pouted with his arms crossed.
"Fine." He moved around the bar and lifted the slab to get out.
“Tell him to go home with me,” Heechul whispered as Yoochun passed him.
Jaejoong was immediately behind him, hands on his hips, as he led them to the dance floor.
"What do you want?" Yoochun asked, shouting over the music.
"I want to dance with you." Jae said it more quietly, lips pressed against Yoochun's ear.
Jaejoong stopped suddenly, one arm wrapped around Yoochun's chest, the other stayed on his hip, but his hand slipped into Yoochun's pocket. He directed their dance, swaying his hips, rolling against Yoochun's body.
"Put your arms around my neck," Jaejoong demanded.
Yoochun sighed, but did it anyway. Their bodies melded. Jae groaned and then his lips danced along Yoochun's neck.
"Stop it," Yoochun said and yanked his head away.
Jae chuckled. "I want more than a dance with you, little whore."
"So? You're not going to get it. Take Heechul home. He wants you."
"I don’t want him. After your shift, come home with me. If you don't, then I tell everyone that Junsu owns this club and Xiah is just a smokescreen."
Yoochun's body tensed, but he didn't reply. He had to take a few deep breaths. The hand in his pocket was groping his cock.
"Should I take your silence as an agreement?"
"No. Xiah owns this club."
Jae chuckled. He ran his tongue up Yoochun's neck. "You don't lie well."
"Let me go."
"Say yes."
"Let me go or I'll make a scene."
"Fine, fine." He slipped a business card into Yoochun's shirt pocket. "I expect you there tonight for a little bit of fun." He let Yoochun slip away and then at the last second, snagged the back of his neck and kissed him.
Yoochun bit his lower lip.
Jae smiled and pulled back, tonguing the bleeding cut. "So that's how you want it, that's how you'll get. I'll see you later."
Jae sauntered out of the club. Yoochun went back behind the bar.
“Oh my god, you two were hot together,” Heechul said, “and he left? What the hell? God, I hate you.”
Yoochun ignored him, went in the kitchen and called Junsu.
"Darling, what's wrong?" he asked right away.
"Jaejoong was here and said he has proof that you own this club, and that if I didn't go home with him that he'd tell everyone."
"Please tell me you told him to fuck off."
"More or less."
"Good. Is he still there?"
"No. He gave me an address."
"Which one?"
Yoochun fished the card from his pocket and recited the address.
"Thanks, darling. Let me come and pick you up tonight, okay? It will make me feel better."
"Okay."
Junsu showed up while Yoochun was washing the last of the dishes for the night.
Heechul was standing next to him, lamenting the loss of a gorgeous piece of cock like Jaejoong.
“I just … god, I want him so fucking badly,” Heechul said.
“Who?” Junsu asked as his arms snaked around Yoochun's waist. Lips pressed on his neck, just above the collar of his t-shirt.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun supplied.
Junsu smirked. “No, you don’t. He’s a bastard.”
“Gorgeous bastard,” Heechul corrected.
“Still a bastard. Go away.”
“I’m talking to Yoochun.”
“Well, I’m going to fuck Yoochun. Go away.”
“I want to watch.”
“If you go away, I’ll hook you up with Jaejoong.”
Heechul’s mouth dropped open. “You said he was a bastard.”
“He is. He’ll fuck you and he’ll leave you, but I’m assuming that’s what you want.”
Heechul’s smirked. “From him. Yes.”
“Okay, go away.”
“Sure thing, Junsu baby. Yoochun’s been tense all night. Relax him up a bit.”
Heechul kissed both of their cheeks and then sashayed out of the kitchen.
Yoochun relaxed into Junsu’s arms and Junsu kissed his neck. "Jaejoong was not at his penthouse, but Changmin and a few others were there. And after some ... ahem ... persuasion, Changmin said that Jaejoong is waiting for you at your place."
"Fuck."
"Yep. Shall we go tell him to fuck off together?"
Yoochun sighed.
"Don't worry, baby, I have more dirt on that bastard than he has on me. And right after you called me, I called my father's secretary and I have a meeting with him and my lawyer to discuss my company and my plans."
"But, -"
"Nope. I was already planning on it. I want to expand. I can't do that in secret."
Junsu kissed the back of his neck, fingers of one hand feathered through his hair. “Your hair is getting long,” Junsu said as he tugged on it.
“It’s usually long. I only cut it because the fat ramen guy told me to.”
Junsu shivered.
“Huh? You want me to cut it?”
“Fuck no. I was just thinking.”
“Of?”
“Plaid, pleated school girl skirts and pigtails.”
Yoochun laughed. “You want me to get breast implants, too?”
“God, no. I like your body just as it is, thank you.”
He reached pressed his lips to Yoochun's neck and then licked up to his ear. Biting at his earlobe, he whispered, "What do you want, right this second?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Junsu chuckled. He settled his hand on Yoochun's hips and then molded their bodies together. Deft fingers unbuttoned his jeans. Hands slipped into his pants. Junsu moaned when he hooked his fingers in the side of the panties Yoochun was wearing.
Junsu took a step back. "Take your pants off."
Yoochun smirked over his shoulder. He pushed his jeans over his hips. Junsu’s breath hitched. Yoochun was wearing black boy shorts. On one cheek was a heart, and up the middle of the back of them was a little red tie and a bow. Yoochun bent over, making sure to grind his practically bare ass over Junsu's crotch, as he slowly lowered his jeans. When the tops of the red fishnets he was wearing came into view, Junsu cursed.
Yoochun's BoyShorts and ThighHighs
"Fuck, do you wear these every day?"
"Most days. Sometimes, I don’t wear anything under my jeans."
Junsu's lips attached to his neck again, his hands cupped Yoochun's ass. Yoochun wrapped an arm around Junsu's neck as his knee buckled. Junsu abused the skin just below Yoochun's ear.
"Turn around," he whispered.
Shaking, Yoochun did. He leaned against the sink and gripped the edge in his hands to steady him.
Junsu dropped to his knees.
"Oh, fuck," Yoochun whimpered as Junsu released his cock from the confines of the panties.
With only one stroke of Junsu's hand, Yoochun was hard as a rock. Junsu licked around the head, holding the base. Yoochun whined.
Junsu had sucked his cock before but never from his knees.
Junsu closed his mouth around the tip, sucking lightly. It was enough to make Yoochun's head go light. Junsu stroked the lower half with his hand, concentrating lips and teeth and throat on the rest. Yoochun's head fell back as his cock grew slick from Junsu's tongue and his hand slid over his skin.
Junsu tightened his grip around the base, and then twisted his hand as he brought it up the length of Yoochun's cock. His lips left the tip only long enough for him to swirl his palm over the head, and then his tongue was right back as he stroked down.
Yoochun cried out, each cry getting louder and louder as Junsu continued the movement. It was agonizing, and then Junsu deep throated him. Once, twice and Yoochun's orgasm was there, building and waiting and, he whimpered through it.
A single finger slipping into his hole had him coming down Junsu's throat with a shout. His knees did buckle this time and only the grip he had on the sink and Junsu's hands on his hips kept him up.
Junsu sucked on him a bit more causing Yoochun's body to jerk as mini aftershocks shot up his skin. And then, Junsu calmly tucked his cock back into the panties and rose. He put his hands on the sink next to Yoochun's, trapping the other with his body. Junsu kissed him, and Yoochun eagerly followed his tongue. Yoochun released the death grip on the sink and transferred it to Junsu's hair.
Yoochun pressed his crotch against Junsu hard cock. "Gonna take care of that?"
"Later. After I've dealt with Jaejoong. I'm going to be full of energy and adrenaline that I'll have to release somehow."
Yoochun shivered in anticipation.
Junsu broke away and slapped his hip. "Wash your dishes. Since only five people knew I own this place either Jiyong or TOP told someone else."
Yoochun watched as he walked away, perfect ass wrapped in tight brown trousers. He shuddered again, and turned around to finish his closing duties.
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Junsu was leaning against his black Audi when Yoochun finally left the club. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the small tightening of his eyes. But he smiled at Yoochun.
"I bought you something," Junsu said and took a box from the top of the car.
Yoochun moaned. "Su."
"What?"
"You have to stop buying me things."
Junsu frowned. "Why?"
"I appreciate it, I do, but this is the fourth gift this week. I feel like you're trying to buy my love."
Junsu bit his lower lip, unsure. "I thought boyfriends were supposed to buy each other things."
Yoochun leaned forward and kissed him. "Yeah, but I haven't bought you anything and I feel like I have to, but I can't afford it, and ... of course, you're rich, Junsu, but at this point the only thing you should be buying me is dinner, or flowers-god, that's girly-but instead I get an expensive silver necklace, silk scarves and three hundred dollar jeans."
"They look good on you!"
Yoochun smiled. "Yes, they do, but I don’t need anymore clothes, and I don't want to love your money."
Junsu winced.
"What?"
"About what I bought-" Junsu held out his gift.
Yoochun took the small box and opened it. Music sheets, pencils, erasers, and lots of piano scores.
"Su?"
Junsu walked to the driver's side and muttered, "I sort of bought you a piano. Okay. Let’s go."
He climbed in the car. Yoochun stood staring at the box, mouth open. What the-
The car started, Junsu honked, Yoochun jumped and climbed in the car. The box on his lap. He never took his eyes off Junsu as he drove. It’d only been ten days since Yoochun moved out of Junsu’s suite. It was hard getting used to sleeping alone again. They’d seen each other only six of those ten days, and only twice for sex. Middle of the afternoon lovemaking while Junsu took a long lunch break. It’d been great, but Junsu kept throwing his money around, and while Yoochun understood that Junsu didn’t know any better, it was starting to get to be too much.
"You bought me a piano?"
Junsu nodded.
"What kind of piano?"
"A Yamaha Clavinova."
"Shit, Junsu, those are like five thousand dollars."
"Yeah, so what?" he snapped.
Yoochun settled a hand on his knee. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're mad."
"No, I'm ... I'm frustrated," Yoochun said. "I feel like I have to pay you back for it, and the only way I can think of to do that is on my back, and then I still feel like a whore-"
"But, I don't- how am I supposed to show you how much I love you?" He covered Yoochun's hand with his.
Yoochun brought Junsu’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. "Call me, text me, let me know you think about me. Hold my hand. Gifts from your heart mean more than expensive ones."
Junsu frowned. They were quiet until Junsu pulled into Yoochun's parking lot.
"Hey," he said as they passed Yoochun's occupied parking space. "I wonder who's car that is."
Junsu pulled into a guest parking spot and then turned to Yoochun.
Yoochun leaned over the console and kissed him. "Thank you, really."
"I'm sorry, Yoochun."
"Why?"
"I've just never been with someone who wasn't with me for my money. I don't know how to do this."
"No more gifts that cost more than ten dollars."
Junsu made a face. "Ten dollars?"
"Yep. That's the price limit."
"Fine. Okay, but you have to keep the piano."
Yoochun smiled and kissed him again. "Negotiations, I must be dating a business man."
"Let’s go see how long it takes this business man to get Jaejoong out of your apartment."
"You think he's inside?"
"Yes. He wasn't in his car, and can you imagine Jaejoong waiting out in the hall?"
Yoochun scoffed. "Nope.”
“I will send someone over to change your lock tomorrow, and, yes, I’ll pay for it. So no arguing that one.”
“Okay.”
They exited the car and Junsu held his hand as they walked up the sidewalk and into the hallway. Yoochun grabbed his mail and then they took the elevator to the tenth floor. It was more expensive than Yoochun had wanted, but with the money Junsu had given him before and the wage and tips he got bartending, he could afford it. But not much else. Yoochun had always been good with money; you had to be when you were practically homeless.
Junsu held his hand out and Yoochun gave him his keys. He unlocked the door and let it open. Soft notes sounded through the apartment.
Jaejoong was playing his new piano.
They stepped into the living room. Junsu stayed in front of him, and Yoochun knew it was until he figured out if Jaejoong was alone or not.
“Seriously, Junsu,” Jae said without looking up from the piano. “There was no need to break Changmin’s wrist.”
“Fucker asked for it,” Junsu replied. “What do you want?”
Jae turned around, eyebrow raised and tilted his head at Yoochun. “One night.”
“Not happening. And before you even say anything else, my father already knows about Intoxication.”
“No, he doesn’t. I asked him.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “It’s a secret, dumb ass. You think my father is going to say, ‘oh of course, Jaejoong, biggest gossiper in our family, my son is running a club that caters to homosexuals’.”
Jae narrowed his eyes. “You’re lying.”
Another eye roll. “I am not. What I want to know is how you found out. Who told you?”
Jae smiled. “Now that is definitely a secret.”
“I can count the number of people who knew about it on one hand.”
“So add me to the list, and let me have what I want or all of society is going to know.”
“Please, Jaejoong, you cannot blackmail me.”
“Why not?”
“HyunJi.”
Yoochun had no idea who HyunJi was, but the mention of the name made Jaejoong’s eyes darken and his lip twitch.
“How old is she now?”
“Fuck off.”
“Leave Yoochun alone, you understand me.”
“If you weren’t family, I’d make you disappear.”
“Like wise, cousin. Get out. Now.”
Jae stalked toward the door.
“Oh, one more thing,” Junsu said. He bent over a table and wrote on a piece of paper. “Call him. He’ll make you happy for a night.”
“Another one of your whores?”
Junsu rolled his eyes again, and Jae snatched the paper from his hands. He slammed the door behind him.
After a moment of silence, Yoochun asked, “Who’s HyunJi?”
“His daughter. Illegitimate daughter.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, he got drunk, got a sixteen year old girl pregnant after raping her and now has a three year old daughter.”
“Wow.” It was all Yoochun could think to say.
“I told you he was a bastard.”
“And yet, you gave him Heechul’s number. I like Heechul.”
“Heechul can handle him, don’t worry.”
Yoochun frowned and then moved across the room to his new piano. Jaejoong had left it on and he carefully played a few notes.
"You okay?" Junsu asked.
"Is Jaejoong going to try to hurt me?"
"No."
"Why did you break Changmin's wrist?"
"He and the others at Jaejoong's tried to detain me. I could have done worse."
Yoochun continued playing soft notes with no real pattern to them. There were so many notes, so many chords, so many beats and tempos and arrangements, Yoochun wondered when every song possible would be written.
"I can feel how tense you are, Junsu. Didn't you mention relieving that energy in some way?"
"Yes, but ... but you're tense, too. A different kind and ..."
"And?"
"I think it'd be better if I just went home."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know how to do this, Chunnie. Normally, I'd just take what I want."
Yoochun walked over to him and put his arms around Junsu's waist. Junsu's body shivered with pent up energy.
"What you really need to do is calm down," Yoochun said. He took Junsu's hand and led them down the short hallway to his bedroom. "Will you let me help you relax?"
Yoochun didn't wait for an answer and pressed their lips together, and unbuttoned Junsu’s shirt. Junsu whimpered when Yoochun's fingers slid under the silk shirt and up his shoulders. The shirt slithered to the floor. Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hips and rocked against him. He tried to deepen the kiss.
Yoochun pulled away. "We do this at my pace or we don't do it at all."
"I want you now."
"Then maybe you should go home."
Junsu shut his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I have a feeling that as soon as you see me naked, you're going to jump me."
Junsu smiled.
Yoochun pecked his lips. "Get on the bed, hands above your head."
"Chunn-"
"Just do it."
Junsu contemplated him for a moment and then nodded. He lay on his back, arms above him, bent at the elbows. His fingertips brushed the headboard.
Perfect.
Yoochun went to his dresser and took the silk scarves Junsu had given him earlier in the week. They were beautiful. One deep brown, another cream, and the third a mixture of the two with even more shades of brown between. It looked like coffee before the cream had been mixed with it. He held them in one hand, and slid the scarves through his fingers.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Junsu asked as Yoochun climbed onto the bed.
Yoochun trailed the ends of the scarves over his chest. Junsu shuddered.
"Are you going to let me?" Yoochun asked.
"Yes."
Yoochun grinned. He kissed Junsu once and then bound his hands to the headboard with two of the scarves. He continued to caress Junsu's chest with the third. Junsu's eyes shut with a hiss.
Yoochun decided to get his mouth involved, he licked and sucked and kissed Junsu's neck, shoulders and chest, pulling aggravated whimpers from Junsu as he attacked nipples, hip bones and sensitive skin.
"Okay. Untie me now."
Yoochun grinned. "Nope. Not yet."
Junsu tugged on the bindings. "I want to touch you."
"In a moment." Yoochun straddled Junsu's legs and undid his own pants. He pushed them open so Junsu could see his hard cock pressed in the confines of the panties. He gripped his cock once, and then quickly removed the rest of Junsu's clothes. He repeated his actions, teasing first with the scarf and then again with lips and teeth. Down his stomach and hips and thighs, doing nothing more than licking Junsu's cock a few times.
He sat back, smiling. "What should I do with this last scarf?"
Junsu's eyes were shut, his skin jerking. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Yoochun tickled his sides. Junsu protested weakly, muscles straining. Veins popped out along his arms and neck as he pulled on the restraints. Yoochun traced one vein with his tongue, and then pressed a short kiss to his lips. He folded the scarf and the tied it over Junsu's eyes. Junsu whimpered as Yoochun climbed off the bed.
"Chunnie," Junsu said in disbelief.
"Hang on. I'll be right back."
Yoochun went to his closet. It was no where near big enough to hold all of his clothes, but Junsu had brought in some closet expert to organize it. His costumes and dresses were in a corner and he snagged the one he wanted.
He stripped out of the boy shorts and took off the fishnets. He pulled on the pink halter dress. The skirt was longer than usual, but it was perfect for what he wanted. He swirled once, making sure the dress fell right, and then he went to a series of shelves and took a pair of white, knee high boots. He shoved his feet into them quickly, and then spun again. It’d gotten much easier to walk in heels the last few weeks.
Yoochun's Dress
Yoochun's boots (so cute, I want them!)
He went back to the bedroom. "You okay, Su?"
“No. Damn it."
Yoochun chuckled. He went to his dresser for a bottle of lube. He crawled back on the bed, knees on either side of Junsu's legs. Junsu's breath hitched when the skirt brushed over his skin.
"What are you wearing?"
Yoochun chuckled. "Clothes."
"Chunnie" he whined and tugged on the restraints. "I want to see you."
"In a moment." Yoochun lubed up his fingers. He let a few drops fall on Junsu's stomach.
Junsu’s skin twitched.
Yoochun bent over, one arm next to Junsu's body for balance. The other slipped under the skirt. He moaned as he pressed two fingers inside him. "My fingers feel so good," Yoochun whispered against Junsu's lips.
Junsu whimpered.
“I have two in me right now. Twisting, spreading. I can't wait to sit on your cock."
"Now please, now, fuck now."
Yoochun smiled and licked Junsu's upper lip. He slinked down Junsu's body, pressing lips against skin. He teased the tip of Junsu's cock, licking up the precome, and then he stroked it with his free hand before taking most of it down his throat at once.
"Fuck!" Junsu shouted and his hips lifted off the bed. "Yoochun, god Yoochun, I'm going to come. Fuck."
Yoochun took all of Junsu down his throat, hands holding his hips to the bed. Junsu's cries increased. His body was tight, every muscle standing out as he fought against the restraints. With another cry and an arch of his hips, Junsu shook his release down Yoochun's throat.
Yoochun gagged, not expecting it, but then swallowed.
"Chunnie, fuck, that's... god, please, I want to hold you."
Yoochun didn't' reply. He kissed up and around Junsu's stomach, and then up his chest. He pressed his lips to Junsu's gently. Junsu whimpered, and then moaned when Yoochun grabbed his cock.
"Please. I need to touch you, hold you."
"In a moment."
Junsu let out a harsh breath. "I am getting tired of you saying that."
"I know." Yoochun sat up. He held Junsu's cock against his entrance and slowly pushed down.
Junsu let out an agonized whimper as Yoochun shifted and readjusted until Junsu was completely inside him. He held still, and then moved the edge of the skirt on Junsu's thighs. "If I take the blindfold off are you going to come as soon as you see me?"
"Probably."
"Well, then-" Yoochun put his hands on Junsu's firm chest, and lifted his body. He moaned, pushing back down quickly. He set an unsteady pace, slow pulling out, rough going down. Each movement pulled a whimper from Junsu's throat.
"Please, please, god please let me see you."
Yoochun slowed, stopping with Junsu's twitching cock buried completely inside him. He kissed Junsu's neck, jaw, cheeks. He pressed his lips against Junsu's quivering ones, silencing his steady stream of pleas. He traced the edge of the blindfold and the hooked a finger in it and pulled it down so it hung around Junsu's neck. Junsu's eyes shut against the light. Yoochun kissed his eyelids.
"I can't decide if I should look or not," Junsu whispered.
Yoochun laughed. "It's just me in a dress, Su."
"And boots."
"Yep. And boots."
"You in a skirt and boots is probably the sexist thing in the world."
"I don't know. You tied up and blindfolded is pretty hot."
Yoochun shifted his hips, enough to make the skirt skim over Junsu's skin. Hs eyes flew open with a gasp.
"Ride me, fuck, move, please."
Yoochun kissed him again and lifted his hips.
"I want to see you," Junsu said, words muffled against Yoochun's lips.
Yoochun smiled. "Alright." He pressed his hands against Junsu's chest and pushed up. He rocked his hips a tiny bit, eyes shutting in pleasure.
"God, you're beautiful," Junsu whispered. "When are you going to let me touch you?"
A grin teased on Yoochun's lips. "After I'm done with you." Yoochun moved, hard and fast, pulling a startled cry from Junsu's throat. Junsu bent his knees, meeting Yoochun's thrusts with his own. Yoochun flipped the front of his skirt up so he could stroke his cock.
Junsu growled. "Not fair. I want to touch you so badly."
Yoochun fell over him. "I want you to touch me," he whispered. "I want to feel your hands on my skin, your fingers gripping my hips. I want to feel your hands slide up this skirt while you're fucking me."
Junsu moaned and pulled at the restraints again.
"You know," Yoochun continued. "There's a reason why I left you a bit of length and give, and why I used two scarves."
"Why?"
"Turn over and get on your knees and I'll show you."
"You are not fucking me," Junsu said adamantly.
"Why would I want to do that? Just trust me."
Junsu sighed. "Fine. Get off me."
Yoochun let Junsu's cock fall from his body very slowly, and with a desperate moan. It landed against Junsu's stomach with a wet smack. Reluctantly he moved away, kneeling next to Junsu. Junsu crossed his arms and then rolled over, the scarves twisting.
"Now what?"
"Sit there and be sexy," Yoochun said. He moved behind him and rubbed his hands on Junsu's plump ass.
"You said you weren't --"
"I'm not. Just enjoying the sights." Yoochun leaned down and licked Junsu's puckered hole.
"Please don't," Junsu whispered.
Yoochun knew there was a reason behind that quiet plea but he left it for later. He ran his hands over Junsu's back and kissed his side. He ducked under one of Junsu's arms and then snuggled into his body.
"Fuck," Junsu gasped, and his mouth closed around Yoochun's neck. Yoochun turned his head to the side to give him better access. He rubbed his ass over Junsu's crotch. Junsu swore again before transferring his lips and teeth to Yoochun's back and shoulders.
Yoochun reached behind him and grabbed Junsu's cock. He stroked it until it was hard again, and then held it steady against his body. Junsu shivered as he thrust forward, they both moaned when he slid inside. Junsu gripped the head board, closed his mouth around a patch of skin at Yoochun's shoulder, and then he started thrusting, hard, fast. Forcing Yoochun to grab the headboard to keep from slamming into it.
Junsu's body was flush against his. Their skin slid together as sweat built between them and spilled down their sides.
"Fuck, Su, harder."
"I can't fucking ... with my hands tied."
Yoochun pushed up, disrupting Junsu's rhythm. With shaking fingers he untied the scarves from the headboard. Immediately, Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hips. He threw him to the bed, on his back, and then grabbed the heel of the boots, spread his legs and thrust hard into Yoochun's body.
"Why the hell do you look so fucking good in a dress?"
Yoochun laughed through his gasps. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself while Junsu set a brutal pace. It didn't take long for that pleasurable ache to spread through his body. Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips a bit, crying out when Junsu pushed more deeply inside him.
Junsu gasped. He let go of the boots and moved his hands to Yoochun's thighs, squeezing, lifting, hitting harder. His fingers clenched, a groan ripped from his throat and warm come filled Yoochun's body.
Yoochun whimpered, speeding his hand. Junsu only paused for a moment, and then kept thrusting, shaking from the over-sensation. Yoochun grabbed behind his neck and slammed their lips together, kissing him roughly as he sped up his hand. Junsu swallowed his gasps and whimpers.
When the pleasure was finally too much, Yoochun flung his head back, cried out Junsu's name and came, splattering the dress where it covered his stomach. Junsu kissed him while they calmed down.
"You are paying my dry cleaning bill," Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed. "No problem, darling."
Junsu pulled out of him and they curled up together for a few minutes before he sighed.
"What?"
"I don't want to leave."
Yoochun scoffed. "If you think you're leaving after that, then you are sorely mistaken."
Junsu propped up on and elbow. "I don't understand."
Yoochun smiled. “After a night like that, you’re staying here.”
“But-“
“You’re my boyfriend right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay for someone’s boyfriend to stay the night after sex. If you were to leave, it would make me feel used.”
“God, this relationship thing is confusing.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes, it is. Let’s go shower and then go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Part 4: Tough Thoughts
Part 2: Dance Around
Part 1: Dress Up
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