[Possession/Falling] Bonus #15
Title: It's Kinda Like Flying
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: NC-17. From me. Yes, you're seeing that right. O_O
Notes: *sings* This is the fic that doesn't end. Yes, it goes on and on, my friends~. Some author started writing it not knowing what it was, and she'll continue writing it forever just because- /end song/ Okay, which part is sadder: the fact that I actually know all the words to that song, or that I took the time to rewrite them to suit my needs? O_o Anywayz, all you faithful readers have been so amazing to me. I held out against the peeraudience pressure for as long as I could, but I couldn't manage it anymore. So here. Have your smut, dang it. And you better enjoy it, for all the mental anguish it took to write it. And if it's really no good... Well, you only have yourselves to blame. XP
Notes #2: Not really necessary to read the rest of the fic(s) for this one. So any new readers (if there are any of you out there): do not be intimidated. It stands just find on its own, whether or not you read all the other parts.
Previous: Possession, Possession Bonuses, Falling, Bonus #9 (first for Falling), Bonus #10, Bonus #11, Bonus #12, Bonus #13 , Bonus #14
Bonus #15: It's Kinda Like Flying
Yunho waves back at Jaejoong and Changmin as he ushers the other two out and pulls the front door shut behind them. Their manager had announced at the end of their last interview that a contractually obligatory appearance by at least two of the group at some kind of event would be calling some of them back to Korea; Yunho had quickly volunteered himself along with Yoochun and Junsu, knowing that Jae had been searching for some quality alone-time with Changmin for the last couple weeks.
“Have fun, Yunnie!” Jaejoong calls after them, giggling and taking in the sudden quietness of the apartment. He revels in the fact that, on top of giving them some couple-time, Yunho's generosity had also given Jaejoong and Changmin the rest of the night and the whole next day completely free of any obligations.
He turns back from waving the other three off to see Min leaned against the kitchen doorway. “You don't think they'll torment him too much, do you?” The concern on Changmin's sharp features seems genuine; the teasing note in his voice negates it.
Shaking his head, Jae heads towards the kitchen. “Not sure, Aww-Minnie. But we've got almost two days until we have to worry about it.” He steals a quick kiss from the younger boy's lips as he passes. “Right now, we have more imminent things to worry about. Like what we should have for dinner.”
Changmin grins, following Jaejoong into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around a thin waist as Jae takes stock of the fridge. Eventually, their designated chef pulls out a few items, shaking Min off and shoving the ingredients into his hands. “Go set those by the stove,” he commands as he grabs a few more things. Min does as directed then sits down at the table to wait.
Not long after, they both have heaping plates of kimchi omurice smothered with extra hot sauce in front of them. “Thank you, hyung,” Changmin mutters, barely looking up from his plate, before digging into the omelet with his spoon. Jaejoong simply grins, shaking his head, and starts on his own food.
They eat in relative silence, and the meal passes quickly. Within fifteen minutes, both boys stand and drop their plates in the sink. As they start to walk away, Changmin looks at Jae from the corner of his eye. “Soo... What are we doing now?”
Jaejoong shrugs, not noticing the hint of ulterior motive in Min's voice. “Now? Figured we could just relax a little. Maybe watch some TV or something. I didn't really have any solid plans.”
Grabbing Jae's hand, Changmin stops walking in the middle of the hall. “Well, what if I have some plans?” he asks, quiet and more shy than Jae expects from him at this point. The older boy turns to look at him, confusion creasing his forehead. The blush painting Min's cheeks and his gaze locked firmly on the floor tells Jae that there's more to his comment than Jae is picking up.
“You know I'm always open to any ideas you may have, Minnie. So what kinds of plans are you thinking about?”
Changmin fidgets, his fingers curling and tightening around Jae's hand. “Well, I was just thinking, and, you know, we've got the apartment all to ourselves, and I've been going over this again and again and...” He finally looks up to meet Jae's eyes. “What better time to do it, right? I... think I'm ready, Jae.”
Jaejoong stares, understanding the words but not quite processing the meaning behind them. “Ready? What are you-” And then it hits him. “Oh. Oh. Ready. Like... ready-ready.” Laughing lightly at Jae's nearly dumb-struck expression, Changmin nods. The motion triggers something in Jaejoong, and he starts pulling Min down the hall. “Bedroom. Now. Now.”
Changmin giggles at Jae's urgency but follows obediently behind. He wouldn't have mentioned anything in the first place if he weren't just as eager. They get to the bedroom and don't even bother closing the door behind them, knowing there's no one around to walk by and see them.
When they hit the bed, Changmin on his back and Jae kneeling over him, the frenzied rush slows down. Jaejoong takes the moment to trace the features of Min's face with his fingertips, and Changmin smiles softly at the affection in the gesture. “You used to do that all the time, you know? Even before we got together, when we first started living together as a group, any time I was scared or sad or lonely...”
“I think I was in love with you, even back then,” Jae replies. “I didn't want to put a name to it. You were... so young, and we were all so new to everything and each other. But I think that's what it was, looking back on it.” He leans down again to press feather-soft kisses to Min's forehead and cheeks and nose and eyelids.
Giggling, Changmin wraps his arms around Jae's waist. “You're such a sap.”
“Mm, but you love me this way. And don't try to pretend you're so big and bad yourself, Aww-Minnie.” Before Min can protest, Jae steals his lips for a firm kiss. Neither is sure who deepens the kiss first; their tongues tangle together, a familiar feeling they'll never get tired of. They break apart only long enough to pull each other's shirts off, Changmin rushing but Jae taking his time to slowly reveal each delectable inch of skin.
Whimpering and pouting, Min kicks his legs to protest Jaejoong's slow unveiling. The action only serves to draw Jae's attention to those long legs still clothed in soft sweatpants. He smirks at the younger, trailing his fingers just along the edge of the waistband, before hooking his fingertips in and pulling down the pants and underwear in one swift motion. Min blushes crimson but keeps his eyes locked on Jaejoong's face as he tosses the clothes off the end of the bed and slips out of his own pants.
Jaejoong grins, crawling back up the bed to kneel between Min's legs, a hand on each side of the boy's waist. “You know you can call this off at any time, right?” he asks, picking up on the nerves in Min's eyes. “I don't want you to push yourself into anything you don't want to do, okay?”
And just like that, Changmin can feel the tension melting away, soothed by the comforting assurance in Jae's voice. “I know, Jae. But I wouldn't have suggested this if I weren't sure about it.” Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow, and Min continues, “Okay, yes, I'm a little bit... nervous, I guess. But it's something new, so... nervous is only to be expected, right?”
Smiling softly, Jae leans down to press another kiss to Min's lips. They lose themselves in the sensation for a few long moments before Jae pulls away again. “Yeah, only to be expected.” He pulls a thick pillow from the head of the bed then grips Min's hip with his free hand. “Turn over.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Jae sighs. “Min...”
“No. I wanna see you. I want to watch.” There's a stubborn set to Changmin's jaw that Jaejoong is all too familiar with.
Smirking, Jae locks eyes with his Min. “Kinky, Min.”
Changmin shoves at Jae's shoulder, blushing. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”
And despite the joking, Jaejoong worries. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Changmin, especially for their first time together. “We'll have to go slower, then. It'll be a lot more difficult like this.” Changmin shoots him a dead-pan stare, and Jae rolls his eyes as he slides the pillow under Min's hips then reaches for the tube he knows is in the bedside table's drawer. “Right, right. Of course. You are in your element in difficult. You downright laugh at difficult. Sometimes I think you imagine difficult with Yunho's face.”
Changmin sticks his tongue out. “I never laugh in Yunho-hyung's face. You do that.”
“Okay, fine. Behind his back, then. But you can't tell me you never laugh at him at all.”
“Only when he does something ridic- Oh.” The last word breathes out, soft and surprised, when Jaejoong takes advantage of Min's distraction to slip a lubed finger into him. The younger boy wiggles his hips back and forth, adjusting to the feeling.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. It's just... kinda weird. And you caught me off guard a little.” When the crease on Min's brow smoothes out, Jaejoong takes that as his cue to move his finger, sliding it out a little then back in again slowly.
“Sorry about catching you off guard, then,” Jae murmurs, watching Changmin's eyes flutter. “It's just easier to do this when you're relaxed. So I didn't give you the chance to tense up.”
As he adjusts and actually starts to enjoy the feeling, Changmin looks up into Jae's eyes again and grins. “Yeah, I think I remember reading that somewhere in my research.”
“Reading it? Not watching it?” Jaejoong smirks at Min's pouty glare.
Changmin pushes his hips down to meet Jae's next movement and sighs at the sensation. His next words come out breathy and subdued but still with a hint of his trademark snark. “They don't exactly cover the uncomfortable prep work in porn, Jae. It's all kissy-kissy, touchy-touchy, bam!, full act. Sometimes without the kissy-kissy part even.”
Chuckling at Min's description, Jaejoong uses the opportunity to add more lube and slide a second finger in. Changmin goes still and completely quiet, and Jaejoong looks up to find his eyes wide and lined with slight pain. “Minnie? Come on, talk to me, Min. Do you need me to stop?”
Drawing a deep breath then letting it out slowly, Changmin shakes his head. “No. No, it's just... uncomfortable. Just give me a second.” He works on keeping his breaths deep and even as Jaejoong leans over, careful not to shift his fingers, and presses quick-soft kisses around Min's neck and chest.
After a few more stretched-thin moments, Min releases a deep breath and rolls his hips, letting the motion move Jae's fingers within him. Jaejoong lets Min take control of the movement while he continues to let his lips caress the skin further down Min's stomach to the soft stretch just below his belly button. As Min relaxes into the feeling, he allows the pleasure to wash through his body. “More,” he nearly whimpers. “Jae, please. Please. More.”
Jaejoong shifts down a little, taking the tip of Min's length past his lips as he pushes in a third finger. Changmin doesn't hold back this time, moaning and whining, not sure which way to move to what he wants. Then Jae slides his lips down even further and crooks his fingers, and Min very nearly starts crying. “Oh god, oh god. Jae, please. Please please please...”
After a few more shallow thrusts of his fingers, Jaejoong pulls out and draws his lips away. He takes a moment to just look down at Changmin, his hands on the bed by Min's waist holding him over his soon-to-be lover. Min winds his arms around Jae's waist as he attempts to catch his breath, and Jaejoong leans down to press a quick kiss to his lips. “You sure you're ready now, baby?”
Instead of replying, Changmin grabs the lube Jae had set off to the side, pouring some into his palm then taking Jaejoong's hardness into his hand. He smirks when Jae's breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed. “I don't know, Jae. What do you think? Am I ready?”
Growling, Jae shifts back to take his weight off his hands then pulls Min's knees into a bend that rests the younger's feet on the bed next to Jae's hips. Changmin grins expectantly when Jaejoong slides his left hand from Min's knee and down his thigh while lining up his length at Changmin's entrance with his free hand. Biting his lip, Min's grin softens into a small, slightly nervous, smile.
Jaejoong leans down the last few inches to press his lips against Min's, pressing his tongue in and stroking until Changmin starts to respond. Once Changmin seems fully engrossed into the kiss, Jaejoong angles his hips forward and starts the slow press in.
Breath hitching in through his nose, Min redirects any discomfort into the kiss. Jaejoong continues pushing in, millimeter by unbearably hot millimeter, trusting Changmin to stop him if it gets to be too much. Changmin's hands clench against Jae's back with every slow movement, but he never pushes the older singer away.
Then, just when Jae starts thinking that this will all go a lot easier than he'd first anticipated, Changmin's brow creases, and his whole body tenses up. Jaejoong immediately stops his movement and waits. When the tension doesn't release again after a few moments, Jae brushes a hand over Min's forehead. “You okay, baby?”
“It hurts,” Changmin half-whimpers, cringing. “I knew it would, but... not like this. It's like... it feels good, too.” His eyes squint, almost closing completely, attempting to process the thoughts running through his head. “That's just weird.”
Jaejoong nearly collapses in relief, letting out a sigh before chuckling lightly. “God, Min... You can't scare me like that when we're doing this!” Laughing along with Jae, Min's body relaxes and un-clenches again, and it allows Jaejoong to sink the rest of the way in. Changmin gasps, Jaejoong moans, and they meet somewhere in the middle in a messy kiss.
They lose themselves in the kiss, but eventually, Min breaks away. “God, Jae, move. Movemovemovemovemove.” He's begging, not ashamed to admit it, and he doesn't stop repeating the word until Jae gives in, pulling out a few inches then sliding slowly back in. Changmin whimpers. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”
Leaning down to silence Min with another kiss, Jaejoong repeats the motion. “I never expected you to be so vocal during this,” he murmurs against Changmin's lips so Min can feel the light smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Changmin responds by linking his hands on the back of Jae's neck and tugging him just that much closer.
Jaejoong has never been known as the best dancer, but he's picked up his fair share of tricks over the last few years. He puts all of those to use, snapping and rolling his hips as he increases their pace. After a particularly intense thrust, Min throws his head back and releases a choked groan. “Right there. Stay there,” he breathes, and Jae focuses all his attention on following Min's orders.
Changmin lets out a string of wordless whines and low cries, punctuating every one of Jaejoong's thrusts with a pleasured noise. He feels good, so so good, better than he had ever imagined - with his very, very vivid imagination - this feeling. And with every movement of Jae inside of him, he realizes he never wants to lose the feeling, the sensation of being so connected and so close. Words tumble from his mouth, but he has no idea what he's actually saying.
Seeming unaware of his movements, Changmin moves his hips to meet every one of Jae's fluid thrusts. After one especially strong roll, Jaejoong's breath hitches, and he leans down to rest his sweaty forehead against Min's shoulder. He presses kisses to whatever stretch of skin is in reach as his hips lose any sense of rhythm, waving and snapping him into Changmin.
Feeling himself nearing the edge, Jaejoong supports his weight on his right arm and takes Min's hardness into his free hand. Changmin gasps, whimpers, pushes his hips up into the circle of Jae's hand then down again onto the hard length inside of him. His whimpers escalate into outright cries, frustrated tears rolling down his temples and into his hair. "Please, please Jae."
Jaejoong presses one more kiss to the side of Min's neck then turns his head to whisper into the ear right next to his lips. "Come on, baby. Feels good, right? God, I know I love the way you feel around me."
Changmin moans at the words, every exhalation escaping his mouth as a high whine. A few more strokes of Jaejoong's hand and a wave of warmth washes through Min's body. He lets out a wordless shout as his muscles twitch and tremble, his release pouring over Jae's hand then onto his own stomach. Changmin pulls Jae into a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and heat, realizing Jae's pace had increased again while Min was lost in the sensations.
Clutching the back of Jae's neck with one hand, Changmin pulls his lover's ear down to his lips. "Your turn," he whispers, harshly enunciating each word. Jaejoong groans, closing his eyes and pressing another kiss to Min's lips. He thrusts once, twice more before spilling into Changmin's welcoming heat with a breathless cry. Min whimpers again at the feeling of the liquid warmth coating his inner walls then pushes himself up to meet Jae's kiss.
The kiss softens, slows down into gentle lips-on-lips. They both lose themselves in it, coming down from their highs. Elbows resting on the bed, Jae cups Min's face in his hands and traces the sharp cheekbones with his thumbs. After a few more moments, he pulls away just enough to leave their lips touching without the pressure of a full kiss. "God," he murmurs, wiping the remnants of Changmin's tears from his face, "I love you so much, Aww-Minnie. So, so much."
Changmin smiles, sated and tired, resting his arms around Jae's shoulders. "Love you, too. I know I'm not always the best at saying it, or even showing it sometimes, but I really, really do."
With one more quick kiss, Jaejoong shifts back and pulls out. Min winces, the emptiness difficult to adjust to. Then Jae pulls him tight to his chest, and Changmin releases a quiet sigh as he snuggles in. Jae drops a light kiss to his younger lover's forehead, and Min falls into sleep with a gentle smile on his lips.
//Bonus #16//
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: NC-17. From me. Yes, you're seeing that right. O_O
Notes: *sings* This is the fic that doesn't end. Yes, it goes on and on, my friends~. Some author started writing it not knowing what it was, and she'll continue writing it forever just because- /end song/ Okay, which part is sadder: the fact that I actually know all the words to that song, or that I took the time to rewrite them to suit my needs? O_o Anywayz, all you faithful readers have been so amazing to me. I held out against the peeraudience pressure for as long as I could, but I couldn't manage it anymore. So here. Have your smut, dang it. And you better enjoy it, for all the mental anguish it took to write it. And if it's really no good... Well, you only have yourselves to blame. XP
Notes #2: Not really necessary to read the rest of the fic(s) for this one. So any new readers (if there are any of you out there): do not be intimidated. It stands just find on its own, whether or not you read all the other parts.
Previous: Possession, Possession Bonuses, Falling, Bonus #9 (first for Falling), Bonus #10, Bonus #11, Bonus #12, Bonus #13 , Bonus #14
Bonus #15: It's Kinda Like Flying
Yunho waves back at Jaejoong and Changmin as he ushers the other two out and pulls the front door shut behind them. Their manager had announced at the end of their last interview that a contractually obligatory appearance by at least two of the group at some kind of event would be calling some of them back to Korea; Yunho had quickly volunteered himself along with Yoochun and Junsu, knowing that Jae had been searching for some quality alone-time with Changmin for the last couple weeks.
“Have fun, Yunnie!” Jaejoong calls after them, giggling and taking in the sudden quietness of the apartment. He revels in the fact that, on top of giving them some couple-time, Yunho's generosity had also given Jaejoong and Changmin the rest of the night and the whole next day completely free of any obligations.
He turns back from waving the other three off to see Min leaned against the kitchen doorway. “You don't think they'll torment him too much, do you?” The concern on Changmin's sharp features seems genuine; the teasing note in his voice negates it.
Shaking his head, Jae heads towards the kitchen. “Not sure, Aww-Minnie. But we've got almost two days until we have to worry about it.” He steals a quick kiss from the younger boy's lips as he passes. “Right now, we have more imminent things to worry about. Like what we should have for dinner.”
Changmin grins, following Jaejoong into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around a thin waist as Jae takes stock of the fridge. Eventually, their designated chef pulls out a few items, shaking Min off and shoving the ingredients into his hands. “Go set those by the stove,” he commands as he grabs a few more things. Min does as directed then sits down at the table to wait.
Not long after, they both have heaping plates of kimchi omurice smothered with extra hot sauce in front of them. “Thank you, hyung,” Changmin mutters, barely looking up from his plate, before digging into the omelet with his spoon. Jaejoong simply grins, shaking his head, and starts on his own food.
They eat in relative silence, and the meal passes quickly. Within fifteen minutes, both boys stand and drop their plates in the sink. As they start to walk away, Changmin looks at Jae from the corner of his eye. “Soo... What are we doing now?”
Jaejoong shrugs, not noticing the hint of ulterior motive in Min's voice. “Now? Figured we could just relax a little. Maybe watch some TV or something. I didn't really have any solid plans.”
Grabbing Jae's hand, Changmin stops walking in the middle of the hall. “Well, what if I have some plans?” he asks, quiet and more shy than Jae expects from him at this point. The older boy turns to look at him, confusion creasing his forehead. The blush painting Min's cheeks and his gaze locked firmly on the floor tells Jae that there's more to his comment than Jae is picking up.
“You know I'm always open to any ideas you may have, Minnie. So what kinds of plans are you thinking about?”
Changmin fidgets, his fingers curling and tightening around Jae's hand. “Well, I was just thinking, and, you know, we've got the apartment all to ourselves, and I've been going over this again and again and...” He finally looks up to meet Jae's eyes. “What better time to do it, right? I... think I'm ready, Jae.”
Jaejoong stares, understanding the words but not quite processing the meaning behind them. “Ready? What are you-” And then it hits him. “Oh. Oh. Ready. Like... ready-ready.” Laughing lightly at Jae's nearly dumb-struck expression, Changmin nods. The motion triggers something in Jaejoong, and he starts pulling Min down the hall. “Bedroom. Now. Now.”
Changmin giggles at Jae's urgency but follows obediently behind. He wouldn't have mentioned anything in the first place if he weren't just as eager. They get to the bedroom and don't even bother closing the door behind them, knowing there's no one around to walk by and see them.
When they hit the bed, Changmin on his back and Jae kneeling over him, the frenzied rush slows down. Jaejoong takes the moment to trace the features of Min's face with his fingertips, and Changmin smiles softly at the affection in the gesture. “You used to do that all the time, you know? Even before we got together, when we first started living together as a group, any time I was scared or sad or lonely...”
“I think I was in love with you, even back then,” Jae replies. “I didn't want to put a name to it. You were... so young, and we were all so new to everything and each other. But I think that's what it was, looking back on it.” He leans down again to press feather-soft kisses to Min's forehead and cheeks and nose and eyelids.
Giggling, Changmin wraps his arms around Jae's waist. “You're such a sap.”
“Mm, but you love me this way. And don't try to pretend you're so big and bad yourself, Aww-Minnie.” Before Min can protest, Jae steals his lips for a firm kiss. Neither is sure who deepens the kiss first; their tongues tangle together, a familiar feeling they'll never get tired of. They break apart only long enough to pull each other's shirts off, Changmin rushing but Jae taking his time to slowly reveal each delectable inch of skin.
Whimpering and pouting, Min kicks his legs to protest Jaejoong's slow unveiling. The action only serves to draw Jae's attention to those long legs still clothed in soft sweatpants. He smirks at the younger, trailing his fingers just along the edge of the waistband, before hooking his fingertips in and pulling down the pants and underwear in one swift motion. Min blushes crimson but keeps his eyes locked on Jaejoong's face as he tosses the clothes off the end of the bed and slips out of his own pants.
Jaejoong grins, crawling back up the bed to kneel between Min's legs, a hand on each side of the boy's waist. “You know you can call this off at any time, right?” he asks, picking up on the nerves in Min's eyes. “I don't want you to push yourself into anything you don't want to do, okay?”
And just like that, Changmin can feel the tension melting away, soothed by the comforting assurance in Jae's voice. “I know, Jae. But I wouldn't have suggested this if I weren't sure about it.” Jaejoong quirks an eyebrow, and Min continues, “Okay, yes, I'm a little bit... nervous, I guess. But it's something new, so... nervous is only to be expected, right?”
Smiling softly, Jae leans down to press another kiss to Min's lips. They lose themselves in the sensation for a few long moments before Jae pulls away again. “Yeah, only to be expected.” He pulls a thick pillow from the head of the bed then grips Min's hip with his free hand. “Turn over.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Jae sighs. “Min...”
“No. I wanna see you. I want to watch.” There's a stubborn set to Changmin's jaw that Jaejoong is all too familiar with.
Smirking, Jae locks eyes with his Min. “Kinky, Min.”
Changmin shoves at Jae's shoulder, blushing. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”
And despite the joking, Jaejoong worries. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Changmin, especially for their first time together. “We'll have to go slower, then. It'll be a lot more difficult like this.” Changmin shoots him a dead-pan stare, and Jae rolls his eyes as he slides the pillow under Min's hips then reaches for the tube he knows is in the bedside table's drawer. “Right, right. Of course. You are in your element in difficult. You downright laugh at difficult. Sometimes I think you imagine difficult with Yunho's face.”
Changmin sticks his tongue out. “I never laugh in Yunho-hyung's face. You do that.”
“Okay, fine. Behind his back, then. But you can't tell me you never laugh at him at all.”
“Only when he does something ridic- Oh.” The last word breathes out, soft and surprised, when Jaejoong takes advantage of Min's distraction to slip a lubed finger into him. The younger boy wiggles his hips back and forth, adjusting to the feeling.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. It's just... kinda weird. And you caught me off guard a little.” When the crease on Min's brow smoothes out, Jaejoong takes that as his cue to move his finger, sliding it out a little then back in again slowly.
“Sorry about catching you off guard, then,” Jae murmurs, watching Changmin's eyes flutter. “It's just easier to do this when you're relaxed. So I didn't give you the chance to tense up.”
As he adjusts and actually starts to enjoy the feeling, Changmin looks up into Jae's eyes again and grins. “Yeah, I think I remember reading that somewhere in my research.”
“Reading it? Not watching it?” Jaejoong smirks at Min's pouty glare.
Changmin pushes his hips down to meet Jae's next movement and sighs at the sensation. His next words come out breathy and subdued but still with a hint of his trademark snark. “They don't exactly cover the uncomfortable prep work in porn, Jae. It's all kissy-kissy, touchy-touchy, bam!, full act. Sometimes without the kissy-kissy part even.”
Chuckling at Min's description, Jaejoong uses the opportunity to add more lube and slide a second finger in. Changmin goes still and completely quiet, and Jaejoong looks up to find his eyes wide and lined with slight pain. “Minnie? Come on, talk to me, Min. Do you need me to stop?”
Drawing a deep breath then letting it out slowly, Changmin shakes his head. “No. No, it's just... uncomfortable. Just give me a second.” He works on keeping his breaths deep and even as Jaejoong leans over, careful not to shift his fingers, and presses quick-soft kisses around Min's neck and chest.
After a few more stretched-thin moments, Min releases a deep breath and rolls his hips, letting the motion move Jae's fingers within him. Jaejoong lets Min take control of the movement while he continues to let his lips caress the skin further down Min's stomach to the soft stretch just below his belly button. As Min relaxes into the feeling, he allows the pleasure to wash through his body. “More,” he nearly whimpers. “Jae, please. Please. More.”
Jaejoong shifts down a little, taking the tip of Min's length past his lips as he pushes in a third finger. Changmin doesn't hold back this time, moaning and whining, not sure which way to move to what he wants. Then Jae slides his lips down even further and crooks his fingers, and Min very nearly starts crying. “Oh god, oh god. Jae, please. Please please please...”
After a few more shallow thrusts of his fingers, Jaejoong pulls out and draws his lips away. He takes a moment to just look down at Changmin, his hands on the bed by Min's waist holding him over his soon-to-be lover. Min winds his arms around Jae's waist as he attempts to catch his breath, and Jaejoong leans down to press a quick kiss to his lips. “You sure you're ready now, baby?”
Instead of replying, Changmin grabs the lube Jae had set off to the side, pouring some into his palm then taking Jaejoong's hardness into his hand. He smirks when Jae's breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed. “I don't know, Jae. What do you think? Am I ready?”
Growling, Jae shifts back to take his weight off his hands then pulls Min's knees into a bend that rests the younger's feet on the bed next to Jae's hips. Changmin grins expectantly when Jaejoong slides his left hand from Min's knee and down his thigh while lining up his length at Changmin's entrance with his free hand. Biting his lip, Min's grin softens into a small, slightly nervous, smile.
Jaejoong leans down the last few inches to press his lips against Min's, pressing his tongue in and stroking until Changmin starts to respond. Once Changmin seems fully engrossed into the kiss, Jaejoong angles his hips forward and starts the slow press in.
Breath hitching in through his nose, Min redirects any discomfort into the kiss. Jaejoong continues pushing in, millimeter by unbearably hot millimeter, trusting Changmin to stop him if it gets to be too much. Changmin's hands clench against Jae's back with every slow movement, but he never pushes the older singer away.
Then, just when Jae starts thinking that this will all go a lot easier than he'd first anticipated, Changmin's brow creases, and his whole body tenses up. Jaejoong immediately stops his movement and waits. When the tension doesn't release again after a few moments, Jae brushes a hand over Min's forehead. “You okay, baby?”
“It hurts,” Changmin half-whimpers, cringing. “I knew it would, but... not like this. It's like... it feels good, too.” His eyes squint, almost closing completely, attempting to process the thoughts running through his head. “That's just weird.”
Jaejoong nearly collapses in relief, letting out a sigh before chuckling lightly. “God, Min... You can't scare me like that when we're doing this!” Laughing along with Jae, Min's body relaxes and un-clenches again, and it allows Jaejoong to sink the rest of the way in. Changmin gasps, Jaejoong moans, and they meet somewhere in the middle in a messy kiss.
They lose themselves in the kiss, but eventually, Min breaks away. “God, Jae, move. Movemovemovemovemove.” He's begging, not ashamed to admit it, and he doesn't stop repeating the word until Jae gives in, pulling out a few inches then sliding slowly back in. Changmin whimpers. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”
Leaning down to silence Min with another kiss, Jaejoong repeats the motion. “I never expected you to be so vocal during this,” he murmurs against Changmin's lips so Min can feel the light smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Changmin responds by linking his hands on the back of Jae's neck and tugging him just that much closer.
Jaejoong has never been known as the best dancer, but he's picked up his fair share of tricks over the last few years. He puts all of those to use, snapping and rolling his hips as he increases their pace. After a particularly intense thrust, Min throws his head back and releases a choked groan. “Right there. Stay there,” he breathes, and Jae focuses all his attention on following Min's orders.
Changmin lets out a string of wordless whines and low cries, punctuating every one of Jaejoong's thrusts with a pleasured noise. He feels good, so so good, better than he had ever imagined - with his very, very vivid imagination - this feeling. And with every movement of Jae inside of him, he realizes he never wants to lose the feeling, the sensation of being so connected and so close. Words tumble from his mouth, but he has no idea what he's actually saying.
Seeming unaware of his movements, Changmin moves his hips to meet every one of Jae's fluid thrusts. After one especially strong roll, Jaejoong's breath hitches, and he leans down to rest his sweaty forehead against Min's shoulder. He presses kisses to whatever stretch of skin is in reach as his hips lose any sense of rhythm, waving and snapping him into Changmin.
Feeling himself nearing the edge, Jaejoong supports his weight on his right arm and takes Min's hardness into his free hand. Changmin gasps, whimpers, pushes his hips up into the circle of Jae's hand then down again onto the hard length inside of him. His whimpers escalate into outright cries, frustrated tears rolling down his temples and into his hair. "Please, please Jae."
Jaejoong presses one more kiss to the side of Min's neck then turns his head to whisper into the ear right next to his lips. "Come on, baby. Feels good, right? God, I know I love the way you feel around me."
Changmin moans at the words, every exhalation escaping his mouth as a high whine. A few more strokes of Jaejoong's hand and a wave of warmth washes through Min's body. He lets out a wordless shout as his muscles twitch and tremble, his release pouring over Jae's hand then onto his own stomach. Changmin pulls Jae into a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and heat, realizing Jae's pace had increased again while Min was lost in the sensations.
Clutching the back of Jae's neck with one hand, Changmin pulls his lover's ear down to his lips. "Your turn," he whispers, harshly enunciating each word. Jaejoong groans, closing his eyes and pressing another kiss to Min's lips. He thrusts once, twice more before spilling into Changmin's welcoming heat with a breathless cry. Min whimpers again at the feeling of the liquid warmth coating his inner walls then pushes himself up to meet Jae's kiss.
The kiss softens, slows down into gentle lips-on-lips. They both lose themselves in it, coming down from their highs. Elbows resting on the bed, Jae cups Min's face in his hands and traces the sharp cheekbones with his thumbs. After a few more moments, he pulls away just enough to leave their lips touching without the pressure of a full kiss. "God," he murmurs, wiping the remnants of Changmin's tears from his face, "I love you so much, Aww-Minnie. So, so much."
Changmin smiles, sated and tired, resting his arms around Jae's shoulders. "Love you, too. I know I'm not always the best at saying it, or even showing it sometimes, but I really, really do."
With one more quick kiss, Jaejoong shifts back and pulls out. Min winces, the emptiness difficult to adjust to. Then Jae pulls him tight to his chest, and Changmin releases a quiet sigh as he snuggles in. Jae drops a light kiss to his younger lover's forehead, and Min falls into sleep with a gentle smile on his lips.
//Bonus #16//