Ride On 4/4
Title: Ride On 4/4
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
Changmin sat down at his desk. He did his best to ignore the little whimpers and moans and gasps from Jaejoong on the floor. Words and letters jumbled together. Business should not be conducted through emotions. Changmin knew that. He was too angry to work. He set his arms on the desk and laid his head on his arms. He listened to Jaejoong cry.
The other man wasn’t too injured. His body was sore, and Yunho probably shredded one of his nipples. But it wasn’t enough to constitute this amount of crying.
A tendril of guilt coiled through Changmin, but he smashed it down. Jaejoong was his: mind, body and soul. He shouldn’t have to lust after someone else, he shouldn’t want someone else, and that meant that Changmin was no longer enough for him.
Changmin stood up with a growl. He snapped his fingers. Jae whimpered, but pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Without touching him, Changmin left the office, listening to Jae crawling behind him. He led the way to their suite down the hall. In the middle of the living room, Changmin held his hand out.
Jaejoong stopped. His whimpering had lessened.
Changmin continued through the room, down the hall, to the bathroom. He went to the tub and started the water, feeling for the temperature. He briefly thought of bathing by himself, but his reluctance to see Jaejoong wasn’t because he didn’t want him. It was because of guilt, because he allowed Jaejoong his little bit of fun, and it was his fault that they were both hurting so much now. Jaejoong did not deserve to be punished for something that was not his fault, and desiring Yunho was not his fault. Yunho was gorgeous with a huge cock and he liked inflicting pain. It was natural for Jaejoong to be curious.
Changmin stripped, throwing his clothes in the hamper. He went back to the main room, stopping at the sideboard to open a drawer and grab a ball gag. He was a coward, and he knew it. He didn’t want to hear Jaejoong talk.
He stood in front of Jaejoong. “Look at me,” he said, voice low.
Jaejoong raised his tear-stained face. They held eye contact. Another trail of tears dripped over Jae’s cheeks. Changmin put the ball gag on him, and then turned away. He snapped his fingers and Jaejoong crawled after him to the bathroom. The tub was almost full. Changmin added Jaejoong’s favorite lavender oil.
“Kneel.” His voice choked on the word.
Jaejoong knelt, legs slightly spread. He sat back on his feet. He kept his head lowered. Every now and then a little hitch of breath escaped through his nose.
Changmin removed the nipple clamps before placing a kiss to each one. He dipped a wash cloth in the warm bath water, and with gentle hands ran it over Jaejoong’s skin, wiping away blood and semen from his torso. After a moment, Changmin’s lips followed the towel. He whispered words of love and regret into Jae’s skin, apologies and forgiveness. Jae was shaking.
“I’m going to take this off you,” Changmin whispered, “but you don’t have permission to speak.”
Jae nodded once to show he understood. The ball gag was removed. Changmin kissed Jae’s lower lip. “Get in the tub, baby.”
Changmin supported him with a hand on his hip. Jae hissed when the water soaked into the scratches on his thighs and the punctures around his nipples. Changmin kneeled next to the tub and continued his gentle washing, scrubbing Jae’s scalp, massaging his shoulders and chest.
“Move forward, darling,” Changmin whispered.
Jae did, bending his knees. Changmin climbed into the tub and settled in behind him. A few adjustments and Jae was enclosed in Changmin’s arms and legs. Changmin buried his face in Jae’s neck and finally let himself cry.
“You still need me, right?” he said. “You still want me?”
Jae answered by tightening the grip he had on Changmin’s forearms.
“Then why? Why, Jaejoong?”
Jae remained silent, and Changmin thought for a moment if he really wanted to know the answer to that.
“Answer me,” he finally whispered.
Jae whimpered, and twisted uncomfortably in Changmin’s hold.
Changmin pinched one of his sore nipples.
“I don’t know,” Jae finally said. “I … he’s … forbidden.”
Changmin swallowed. “So? Everyone else is forbidden, too. What makes Yunho so special?”
“He … the way he looks at me.”
“He looks at you like he wants to make you bleed.”
Jae shivered.
It was more or less the conclusion that Changmin had come to by himself, but to hear it parroted out of his pet’s mouth was painful.
“Do you love me, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you still want him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Jae took a deep breath. “I didn’t like it when he hurt me.”
“Explain.”
“He … he hurt me to hurt me, not because I wanted him to.”
Changmin twisted their bodies around so he could meet Jaejoong’s eyes.
“You love me,” Jae said and smiled. “He doesn’t. I can tell the difference. And …” Jae looked away. “I’m sorry.”
Changmin hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Me, too. I was angry with you for wanting him.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“No more apologies,” Changmin said and then climbed out from behind Jaejoong. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Jae bit his lip. “But …”
“If Jiyong is incapable of running this club without me on a Wednesday night, then I need to find another manager.”
Jae smiled. He took Changmin’s offered hands and let the other pull him from the tub. Changmin wound his arms around Jae’s neck and kissed him. “Let me take care of you.”
Jae smiled again. “You always do, master.”
Changmin easily lifted him up. Jae’s legs wound around Changmin’s waist. Changmin turned and walked through the bathroom.
“Grab some towels, baby,” he said.
Jae reached out and snagged them from the towel rack. Changmin carried him to their bedroom. He put Jae on his feet and then dried him off. His mouth followed the towel, lips drawing over Jae’s broad shoulders, down his muscled chest. Both nipples were bright red. Changmin bypassed them, falling to his knees to kiss and bite Jae’s abs.
Jae’s hands shook as they settled on Changmin’s shoulders. Changmin’s own hands gripped the back of Jae’s thighs.
Changmin trailed his tongue down the bend in Jae’s hip. Jae’s cock filled, bumping Changmin in the cheek. He moved back only enough to wrap his lips around the head.
“Ma-mas-“
Changmin pinched his side.
Jae bit his lower lip. He mouthed Changmin’s name but didn’t say it. Not yet.
Changmin held Jaejoong’s cock by the base, and sucked down the top half. He ran his tongue up and over and around, and then again, up and over and around, licking and swallowing at the precome dripping into his mouth.
Changmin couldn’t even remember the last time he sucked on Jae’s cock just to suck and not to tease or torture.
“Mas-Min. Chang-changmin,” Jae stuttered.
Jae’s cock pulsed.
Changmin tightened his grip with forefinger and thumb around the base, but it wasn’t enough to stave off Jaejoong’s orgasm. Fingers tightening on Changmin’s shoulders, Jae’s upper body curled over him. With a cry, Jae came and Changmin sucked him dry, moaning and wrapping his tongue around and over the sensitive skin. When Jae whimpered, Changmin pulled away and continued kissing Jae’s body, down his thighs, over his kneecaps. His legs and body were smooth, the scent of lavender strong.
Changmin slid his knees back, far enough that he could bend over, bowing almost. He kissed the tops of Jae’s feet and the tip of every toe.
“Ch-changmin,” Jae whispered, voice breaking.
Changmin ignored him and went back the way he came, kissing up Jae’s legs, around his hips. He pressed a single kiss to the tip of Jae’s cock and then bit and licked up Jae’s torso. Jae had to plant his feet to support Changmin as he stood up.
Changmin licked Jae’s collar bone, whispered an ‘I love you’ against his neck and then against his lips. He tangled his fingers in Jae’s wet hair, feather light kisses on his cheeks and nose and forehead.
And then he moved them to the bed.
“Lay on your stomach,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and crawled to the middle of the bed. Changmin went to a side cabinet and found a bottle of lavender lotion. He set it on the bed, and then gave the back of Jaejoong’s body as much attention as he had the front, kissing the bottoms of his feet, over his ankles, lightly biting the curve of calf muscle.
He pressed a trace of lips over every lash, every welt on his thighs and ass and lower back. Each one sent a wince of guilt through Changmin. He hadn’t done this for Jaejoong. He’d done it because he was upset. Each red line was abuse, not the result of two consenting adults. He barely noticed when he dripped tears onto Jaejoong’s back.
“I love you, Changmin,” Jae whispered.
Changmin looked up, their eyes met. Jae’s head was pillowed on his arms, a tiny smile curving that natural pout. Changmin whimpered and bypassed the rest of Jae’s back. Their lips met and Changmin kissed him desperately, the tang of salty tears mingling with their lips. He ran his hands in Jae’s hair, whimpering because he needed Jae’s arms around him, but he didn’t deserve that.
“I don’t deserve you,” Changmin whispered.
Jae smiled. “Yes, you do.”
Changmin whimpered and kissed him again, but before tears fell again, he yanked himself away. He straddled Jae’s ass and then reached for the lotion. He poured a substantial amount on the palm of his hand, and then said, “This is going to be cold.”
He upended the bottle and squirted some directly to Jae’s back. Jae jerked but made no noise. Changmin tossed the bottle to the side, and then rubbed his hands together. With firm fingers and steady pressure, he massaged Jae’s back and shoulders, giving every muscle its own bit of attention. He pampered his darling until the tension in his own shoulders lessened, and he could breathe without gasping.
“Changmin?”
“Huh?”
“I want you.”
Changmin shivered, and just like that the body below him morphed from pampered pet to sex kitten.
Jaejoong chuckled. He put his hands on the bed and Changmin lifted himself up so Jaejoong could turn around underneath him.
“You’re torturing yourself,” Jaejoong whispered. “No more apologies, you said.”
Changmin leaned over him and kissed him. Jae’s fingers wrapped around Changmin’s cock, pulling a moan from his throat. Jae stroked him until he was hard.
“Fuck me?” Jae said, tilting his head and making it a question.
Changmin shook his head. “Make love to you?”
Jae smiled, the gorgeous one that Changmin fell in love with. “If you insist,” Jae said, laughter in his voice.
Changmin bit his lip and then licked it. Their kiss deepened, waved and lifted. Changmin couldn’t even remember the last time he’d spent so much time kissing Jaejoong, touching him, loving him. Once again he kissed down Jaejoong’s chest, over his muscles, down his abs. With a soft touch on the back of Jae’s thighs, Jae lifted his legs, hangs gripping his knees so he was spread open.
Changmin whimpered. His cock was so hard and Jae’s ass was still red, irritated from the toy and Changmin’s harshness. He kissed Jae’s opening, holding his lips there as Jae’s body shuddered.
“You’re still sore,” Changmin said, lips ghosting over the pink skin.
Jae chuckled. “No, I’m not. Lick me.”
“That almost sounded like a command,” Changmin said, propping his body up on an elbow.
“Maybe it was,” Jae said, still smiling. “Lick me.”
Changmin laughed. He touched his tongue to Jae’s body. “There.”
“You’re mean.”
He did it again. “You love me.”
“Yes. Lick me.”
“Yes, master,” Changmin whispered, and Jae’s laugh turned to a moan when Changmin licked him, tailbone to balls. He lapped at Jae’s entrance, mindful of the raw skin.
Jae sighed above him, released his knees and settled his heels on Changmin’s back. Changmin licked him until Jae’s entrance started clenching, and the heels pressed into his back.
“Please, Changmin, please.”
Changmin pushed his tongue into Jae’s body. He cried out, hips lifting. Changmin put a hand on his inner thigh and Jae’s movements stilled. Again, it’d been so long since he’d last done this for please and not for torture. He slipped a finger in next to his tongue. Jae hissed. Carefully, Changmin slid his finger in and out of Jae’s loosened body, tongue trailing finger, over and around each other. He tasted of musky lavender, but also of blood and raw skin.
“Fuck, Changmin, please. Please.”
Changmin licked him for a moment longer and then pulled away. “Please what, Jaejoong?”
Jae met his eyes, his own dark with lust and need. “Make love to me.”
Changmin smiled. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and kissed his lips. “You’re sore.”
Jae had the audacity to roll his eyes. “I’m also hard as a rock and I want to come with you fucking me.”
Changmin laughed. “Fine, fine. Pushy, needy toy.” He climbed off the bed, went back to the cabinet for a bottle of lube. Lavender again. He spread it over his fingers while he climbed back onto the bed. Jae once again gripped behind his knees and spread himself open.
Changmin started with one finger, slipping it around and in Jae’s body, making sure he wasn’t too sore, too injured. That toy had been a bit much, and he’d never shoved all of it into Jaejoong before.
“I’m not going to break, Changmin,” Jae said, gasping.
Changmin smiled and added a second finger. “I might,” he whispered back. Changmin kept his eyes on Jae’s body, on his fingers twisting and pumping, deepening the red around Jae’s body. Unnecessarily, Changmin added a third finger.
Jae whimpered with impatience.
Changmin let himself smile and then removed his fingers. “Okay, okay. You’re done being worshiped, huh?”
“Yes.”
Changmin took his time as he kissed up Jaejoong’s body. With hands planted on the side of Jae’s head, Changmin kissed him deeply. Jae’s legs wound around his hips. Changmin reached between them and adjusted his cock until he slipped into Jae’s body. Jae moaned, and lifted his hips, forcing more of Changmin inside him.
Changmin’s eyes shut. He pulled out and pushed in, again, and again, until they were pressed together, skin on skin. Changmin kissed him.
“Hurt?”
“A little.”
“You alright?”
“Yes. Move.”
Changmin kissed his lips, over his cheeks and down his neck. He moved his hips slowly. Jae’s body was sore and torn, Changmin could feel it scraping on his cock, but Jae’s cock was hard. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked in time to his thrusts.
“God, Changmin. Fuck!” Jae’s eyes shut. His hands clenched on Changmin’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“I love you,” Changmin whispered to his lips.
Jae gasped, tried to form words back. His mouth opened and closed, his eyes shut, neck arching. His cock jerked in Changmin’s hand, and a moment later, his whole body shook and then froze. Changmin leaned back and watched as white shot from the tip of Jae’s cock and covered his abs in heavy pools.
With every breath of recovery, Jae’s body clenched around him. Their lips met and Changmin moaned his release into Jae’s mouth, shivering as he came, vision going misty and gray. He let himself fall over Jae’s body, and Jae wrapped himself around Changmin, fingers in his hair, lips on his shoulder.
“I love you,” Jae said.
“I love you. No more Yunho?”
Jae shook his head. “No more Yunho. I think he’s going to be happy with Micky for awhile.”
“Stupid fucker is going to destroy all of my boys.”
Jae kissed his lips. “Only if you let him, darling. You could sue him for complete rights to the company.”
“And piss off his family? No thanks. Just … we just won’t give him the new kids anymore. Not until they’re trained anyway.”
Jae nodded. “I think that I can get Tae ready before Yunho grows bored of Micky.”
“Good. I don’t want Tae out there at all.”
“Developing a conscience, Mister Cold Hearted Bastard?”
Changmin kissed him. “Maybe.” He pushed up and winced as his cock slipped out of Jae’s body. He wasn’t surprised at the blood on it. Jae was really too sore to be doing this. “And I hurt you again. I’m sorry, darling.”
Jae laughed. “It feels good, Changmin. I like it.”
“I know, but I still feel guilty.”
“No more apologies.”
With his long arms, Changmin reached over and flipped the bedside lamp off. It was still early, but Jae needed to rest. They curled together. Jae fell asleep quickly, his breath steady on Changmin’s neck.
“I love you,” Changmin whispered again to his sleeping beauty. “Forever.”
Part 3: Sexy Boy
Part 2: Naughty Boy
Part 1: Pretty Boy
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
Changmin sat down at his desk. He did his best to ignore the little whimpers and moans and gasps from Jaejoong on the floor. Words and letters jumbled together. Business should not be conducted through emotions. Changmin knew that. He was too angry to work. He set his arms on the desk and laid his head on his arms. He listened to Jaejoong cry.
The other man wasn’t too injured. His body was sore, and Yunho probably shredded one of his nipples. But it wasn’t enough to constitute this amount of crying.
A tendril of guilt coiled through Changmin, but he smashed it down. Jaejoong was his: mind, body and soul. He shouldn’t have to lust after someone else, he shouldn’t want someone else, and that meant that Changmin was no longer enough for him.
Changmin stood up with a growl. He snapped his fingers. Jae whimpered, but pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Without touching him, Changmin left the office, listening to Jae crawling behind him. He led the way to their suite down the hall. In the middle of the living room, Changmin held his hand out.
Jaejoong stopped. His whimpering had lessened.
Changmin continued through the room, down the hall, to the bathroom. He went to the tub and started the water, feeling for the temperature. He briefly thought of bathing by himself, but his reluctance to see Jaejoong wasn’t because he didn’t want him. It was because of guilt, because he allowed Jaejoong his little bit of fun, and it was his fault that they were both hurting so much now. Jaejoong did not deserve to be punished for something that was not his fault, and desiring Yunho was not his fault. Yunho was gorgeous with a huge cock and he liked inflicting pain. It was natural for Jaejoong to be curious.
Changmin stripped, throwing his clothes in the hamper. He went back to the main room, stopping at the sideboard to open a drawer and grab a ball gag. He was a coward, and he knew it. He didn’t want to hear Jaejoong talk.
He stood in front of Jaejoong. “Look at me,” he said, voice low.
Jaejoong raised his tear-stained face. They held eye contact. Another trail of tears dripped over Jae’s cheeks. Changmin put the ball gag on him, and then turned away. He snapped his fingers and Jaejoong crawled after him to the bathroom. The tub was almost full. Changmin added Jaejoong’s favorite lavender oil.
“Kneel.” His voice choked on the word.
Jaejoong knelt, legs slightly spread. He sat back on his feet. He kept his head lowered. Every now and then a little hitch of breath escaped through his nose.
Changmin removed the nipple clamps before placing a kiss to each one. He dipped a wash cloth in the warm bath water, and with gentle hands ran it over Jaejoong’s skin, wiping away blood and semen from his torso. After a moment, Changmin’s lips followed the towel. He whispered words of love and regret into Jae’s skin, apologies and forgiveness. Jae was shaking.
“I’m going to take this off you,” Changmin whispered, “but you don’t have permission to speak.”
Jae nodded once to show he understood. The ball gag was removed. Changmin kissed Jae’s lower lip. “Get in the tub, baby.”
Changmin supported him with a hand on his hip. Jae hissed when the water soaked into the scratches on his thighs and the punctures around his nipples. Changmin kneeled next to the tub and continued his gentle washing, scrubbing Jae’s scalp, massaging his shoulders and chest.
“Move forward, darling,” Changmin whispered.
Jae did, bending his knees. Changmin climbed into the tub and settled in behind him. A few adjustments and Jae was enclosed in Changmin’s arms and legs. Changmin buried his face in Jae’s neck and finally let himself cry.
“You still need me, right?” he said. “You still want me?”
Jae answered by tightening the grip he had on Changmin’s forearms.
“Then why? Why, Jaejoong?”
Jae remained silent, and Changmin thought for a moment if he really wanted to know the answer to that.
“Answer me,” he finally whispered.
Jae whimpered, and twisted uncomfortably in Changmin’s hold.
Changmin pinched one of his sore nipples.
“I don’t know,” Jae finally said. “I … he’s … forbidden.”
Changmin swallowed. “So? Everyone else is forbidden, too. What makes Yunho so special?”
“He … the way he looks at me.”
“He looks at you like he wants to make you bleed.”
Jae shivered.
It was more or less the conclusion that Changmin had come to by himself, but to hear it parroted out of his pet’s mouth was painful.
“Do you love me, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you still want him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Jae took a deep breath. “I didn’t like it when he hurt me.”
“Explain.”
“He … he hurt me to hurt me, not because I wanted him to.”
Changmin twisted their bodies around so he could meet Jaejoong’s eyes.
“You love me,” Jae said and smiled. “He doesn’t. I can tell the difference. And …” Jae looked away. “I’m sorry.”
Changmin hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Me, too. I was angry with you for wanting him.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“No more apologies,” Changmin said and then climbed out from behind Jaejoong. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Jae bit his lip. “But …”
“If Jiyong is incapable of running this club without me on a Wednesday night, then I need to find another manager.”
Jae smiled. He took Changmin’s offered hands and let the other pull him from the tub. Changmin wound his arms around Jae’s neck and kissed him. “Let me take care of you.”
Jae smiled again. “You always do, master.”
Changmin easily lifted him up. Jae’s legs wound around Changmin’s waist. Changmin turned and walked through the bathroom.
“Grab some towels, baby,” he said.
Jae reached out and snagged them from the towel rack. Changmin carried him to their bedroom. He put Jae on his feet and then dried him off. His mouth followed the towel, lips drawing over Jae’s broad shoulders, down his muscled chest. Both nipples were bright red. Changmin bypassed them, falling to his knees to kiss and bite Jae’s abs.
Jae’s hands shook as they settled on Changmin’s shoulders. Changmin’s own hands gripped the back of Jae’s thighs.
Changmin trailed his tongue down the bend in Jae’s hip. Jae’s cock filled, bumping Changmin in the cheek. He moved back only enough to wrap his lips around the head.
“Ma-mas-“
Changmin pinched his side.
Jae bit his lower lip. He mouthed Changmin’s name but didn’t say it. Not yet.
Changmin held Jaejoong’s cock by the base, and sucked down the top half. He ran his tongue up and over and around, and then again, up and over and around, licking and swallowing at the precome dripping into his mouth.
Changmin couldn’t even remember the last time he sucked on Jae’s cock just to suck and not to tease or torture.
“Mas-Min. Chang-changmin,” Jae stuttered.
Jae’s cock pulsed.
Changmin tightened his grip with forefinger and thumb around the base, but it wasn’t enough to stave off Jaejoong’s orgasm. Fingers tightening on Changmin’s shoulders, Jae’s upper body curled over him. With a cry, Jae came and Changmin sucked him dry, moaning and wrapping his tongue around and over the sensitive skin. When Jae whimpered, Changmin pulled away and continued kissing Jae’s body, down his thighs, over his kneecaps. His legs and body were smooth, the scent of lavender strong.
Changmin slid his knees back, far enough that he could bend over, bowing almost. He kissed the tops of Jae’s feet and the tip of every toe.
“Ch-changmin,” Jae whispered, voice breaking.
Changmin ignored him and went back the way he came, kissing up Jae’s legs, around his hips. He pressed a single kiss to the tip of Jae’s cock and then bit and licked up Jae’s torso. Jae had to plant his feet to support Changmin as he stood up.
Changmin licked Jae’s collar bone, whispered an ‘I love you’ against his neck and then against his lips. He tangled his fingers in Jae’s wet hair, feather light kisses on his cheeks and nose and forehead.
And then he moved them to the bed.
“Lay on your stomach,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and crawled to the middle of the bed. Changmin went to a side cabinet and found a bottle of lavender lotion. He set it on the bed, and then gave the back of Jaejoong’s body as much attention as he had the front, kissing the bottoms of his feet, over his ankles, lightly biting the curve of calf muscle.
He pressed a trace of lips over every lash, every welt on his thighs and ass and lower back. Each one sent a wince of guilt through Changmin. He hadn’t done this for Jaejoong. He’d done it because he was upset. Each red line was abuse, not the result of two consenting adults. He barely noticed when he dripped tears onto Jaejoong’s back.
“I love you, Changmin,” Jae whispered.
Changmin looked up, their eyes met. Jae’s head was pillowed on his arms, a tiny smile curving that natural pout. Changmin whimpered and bypassed the rest of Jae’s back. Their lips met and Changmin kissed him desperately, the tang of salty tears mingling with their lips. He ran his hands in Jae’s hair, whimpering because he needed Jae’s arms around him, but he didn’t deserve that.
“I don’t deserve you,” Changmin whispered.
Jae smiled. “Yes, you do.”
Changmin whimpered and kissed him again, but before tears fell again, he yanked himself away. He straddled Jae’s ass and then reached for the lotion. He poured a substantial amount on the palm of his hand, and then said, “This is going to be cold.”
He upended the bottle and squirted some directly to Jae’s back. Jae jerked but made no noise. Changmin tossed the bottle to the side, and then rubbed his hands together. With firm fingers and steady pressure, he massaged Jae’s back and shoulders, giving every muscle its own bit of attention. He pampered his darling until the tension in his own shoulders lessened, and he could breathe without gasping.
“Changmin?”
“Huh?”
“I want you.”
Changmin shivered, and just like that the body below him morphed from pampered pet to sex kitten.
Jaejoong chuckled. He put his hands on the bed and Changmin lifted himself up so Jaejoong could turn around underneath him.
“You’re torturing yourself,” Jaejoong whispered. “No more apologies, you said.”
Changmin leaned over him and kissed him. Jae’s fingers wrapped around Changmin’s cock, pulling a moan from his throat. Jae stroked him until he was hard.
“Fuck me?” Jae said, tilting his head and making it a question.
Changmin shook his head. “Make love to you?”
Jae smiled, the gorgeous one that Changmin fell in love with. “If you insist,” Jae said, laughter in his voice.
Changmin bit his lip and then licked it. Their kiss deepened, waved and lifted. Changmin couldn’t even remember the last time he’d spent so much time kissing Jaejoong, touching him, loving him. Once again he kissed down Jaejoong’s chest, over his muscles, down his abs. With a soft touch on the back of Jae’s thighs, Jae lifted his legs, hangs gripping his knees so he was spread open.
Changmin whimpered. His cock was so hard and Jae’s ass was still red, irritated from the toy and Changmin’s harshness. He kissed Jae’s opening, holding his lips there as Jae’s body shuddered.
“You’re still sore,” Changmin said, lips ghosting over the pink skin.
Jae chuckled. “No, I’m not. Lick me.”
“That almost sounded like a command,” Changmin said, propping his body up on an elbow.
“Maybe it was,” Jae said, still smiling. “Lick me.”
Changmin laughed. He touched his tongue to Jae’s body. “There.”
“You’re mean.”
He did it again. “You love me.”
“Yes. Lick me.”
“Yes, master,” Changmin whispered, and Jae’s laugh turned to a moan when Changmin licked him, tailbone to balls. He lapped at Jae’s entrance, mindful of the raw skin.
Jae sighed above him, released his knees and settled his heels on Changmin’s back. Changmin licked him until Jae’s entrance started clenching, and the heels pressed into his back.
“Please, Changmin, please.”
Changmin pushed his tongue into Jae’s body. He cried out, hips lifting. Changmin put a hand on his inner thigh and Jae’s movements stilled. Again, it’d been so long since he’d last done this for please and not for torture. He slipped a finger in next to his tongue. Jae hissed. Carefully, Changmin slid his finger in and out of Jae’s loosened body, tongue trailing finger, over and around each other. He tasted of musky lavender, but also of blood and raw skin.
“Fuck, Changmin, please. Please.”
Changmin licked him for a moment longer and then pulled away. “Please what, Jaejoong?”
Jae met his eyes, his own dark with lust and need. “Make love to me.”
Changmin smiled. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and kissed his lips. “You’re sore.”
Jae had the audacity to roll his eyes. “I’m also hard as a rock and I want to come with you fucking me.”
Changmin laughed. “Fine, fine. Pushy, needy toy.” He climbed off the bed, went back to the cabinet for a bottle of lube. Lavender again. He spread it over his fingers while he climbed back onto the bed. Jae once again gripped behind his knees and spread himself open.
Changmin started with one finger, slipping it around and in Jae’s body, making sure he wasn’t too sore, too injured. That toy had been a bit much, and he’d never shoved all of it into Jaejoong before.
“I’m not going to break, Changmin,” Jae said, gasping.
Changmin smiled and added a second finger. “I might,” he whispered back. Changmin kept his eyes on Jae’s body, on his fingers twisting and pumping, deepening the red around Jae’s body. Unnecessarily, Changmin added a third finger.
Jae whimpered with impatience.
Changmin let himself smile and then removed his fingers. “Okay, okay. You’re done being worshiped, huh?”
“Yes.”
Changmin took his time as he kissed up Jaejoong’s body. With hands planted on the side of Jae’s head, Changmin kissed him deeply. Jae’s legs wound around his hips. Changmin reached between them and adjusted his cock until he slipped into Jae’s body. Jae moaned, and lifted his hips, forcing more of Changmin inside him.
Changmin’s eyes shut. He pulled out and pushed in, again, and again, until they were pressed together, skin on skin. Changmin kissed him.
“Hurt?”
“A little.”
“You alright?”
“Yes. Move.”
Changmin kissed his lips, over his cheeks and down his neck. He moved his hips slowly. Jae’s body was sore and torn, Changmin could feel it scraping on his cock, but Jae’s cock was hard. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked in time to his thrusts.
“God, Changmin. Fuck!” Jae’s eyes shut. His hands clenched on Changmin’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“I love you,” Changmin whispered to his lips.
Jae gasped, tried to form words back. His mouth opened and closed, his eyes shut, neck arching. His cock jerked in Changmin’s hand, and a moment later, his whole body shook and then froze. Changmin leaned back and watched as white shot from the tip of Jae’s cock and covered his abs in heavy pools.
With every breath of recovery, Jae’s body clenched around him. Their lips met and Changmin moaned his release into Jae’s mouth, shivering as he came, vision going misty and gray. He let himself fall over Jae’s body, and Jae wrapped himself around Changmin, fingers in his hair, lips on his shoulder.
“I love you,” Jae said.
“I love you. No more Yunho?”
Jae shook his head. “No more Yunho. I think he’s going to be happy with Micky for awhile.”
“Stupid fucker is going to destroy all of my boys.”
Jae kissed his lips. “Only if you let him, darling. You could sue him for complete rights to the company.”
“And piss off his family? No thanks. Just … we just won’t give him the new kids anymore. Not until they’re trained anyway.”
Jae nodded. “I think that I can get Tae ready before Yunho grows bored of Micky.”
“Good. I don’t want Tae out there at all.”
“Developing a conscience, Mister Cold Hearted Bastard?”
Changmin kissed him. “Maybe.” He pushed up and winced as his cock slipped out of Jae’s body. He wasn’t surprised at the blood on it. Jae was really too sore to be doing this. “And I hurt you again. I’m sorry, darling.”
Jae laughed. “It feels good, Changmin. I like it.”
“I know, but I still feel guilty.”
“No more apologies.”
With his long arms, Changmin reached over and flipped the bedside lamp off. It was still early, but Jae needed to rest. They curled together. Jae fell asleep quickly, his breath steady on Changmin’s neck.
“I love you,” Changmin whispered again to his sleeping beauty. “Forever.”
Part 3: Sexy Boy
Part 2: Naughty Boy
Part 1: Pretty Boy
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