Limits of Duty
Title: Limits of Duty
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Yunho had proven to be a good soldier- obedient in the best of ways, reliable in the field, a strong fighter and always eager to serve his duties well, whether cleaning the barracks or sucking his commanding officers off.
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
A/N: MORE NOTES UNDER THE CUT. Continuation of this and this. Yayy for army!verse ^^
vaguelynormal WROTE THIS FIC TOO. BUT BECAUSE SHE’S TOO LAZY AND DOESN’T WANT TO POST IT ON HER OWN, SHE’S GIVEN ME THE LIBERTY TO DO IT FOR HER. so there. Jsyk :D
Late afternoon, Changmin finds himself making his way to the upper level apartments. He had received a message from his General telling him to pick up equipment from his quarters and now with that vague instruction in mind, Changmin is walking through Jaejoong’s spacious private rooms.
The apartment is mostly white and generously luxurious despite being minimalistic. The privileges of Jaejoong’s authority gained him a private kitchen, bathroom, and living room with wide windows that bathed the walls with warm hazy light through the gauzy curtains.
There on the floor of the living room is Yunho. The man is naked and bent over a low, square coffee table placed in the middle of the room, in front of a long white couch. As Changmin makes his way around an armchair for a closer inspection he realizes that the soldier has been tied down, each limb tightly secured to a table leg. His head and ass hang off the edge of the table, his cock hanging limply between his legs, a pool of cum on the floor below him and a trail of white running down his backside.
The position is perfect, just the right height for using both the soldier’s mouth and the exposed asshole. Changmin quickly surmises that this is the piece of ‘equipment’ he is to collect.
Yunho’s arms were shaking and the Brigadier has no doubt that his thigh muscles have been thoroughly strained, legs split open and bound to the wide edges of the table. He seemed to be drifting into a light sleep, exhaustion heavily sinking into his mind but unable to fully rest because of the pain of cramping muscles. When Changmin places a warm hand on his back the soldier turns his head to the side, dazed eyes trying to focus on the man kneeling beside him.
‘Sir?’ He manages to croak out.
‘Yes soldier?’ Changmin asks, running a soothing hand along his soldier’s spine.
Yunho had proven to be a good soldier- obedient in the best of ways, reliable in the field, a strong fighter and always eager to serve his duties well, whether cleaning the barracks or sucking his commanding officers off.
He makes a rather pretty picture of it too, almost irresistibly debauched and he knows all his superiors have a hard time resisting fucking the soldier into the ground. It helps that Yunho seemed to love being manhandled too; he makes the most satisfactory toy for them to play with.
Of course, he had been handpicked for the job. Jaejoong had scouted the young soldier at a previous base camp, recognized all the qualities of a submissive and loyal plaything and suggested it to his friends. They had all been keen on the idea of a toy, someone to take out their frustrations and desires on and Yunho had been more than any of them could have hoped for.
Even now with muscles cramping and weariness drowning his body, Changmin knows the soldier would not ask to be untied. If anything he might anticipate his desires and ask to be fucked.
‘How long have you been like this, Yunho?’
Yunho raises his head to squint at the wall clock, brow furrowing in calculation.
‘Three hours, sir.’
The Brigadier caresses his soldier’s cheek, supporting his head in his palms. Three hours is a long time and there’s no telling how long Jaejoong had played with him before that- the General had come to love drawn out, sadistic foreplay with Yunho.
The soldier’s lips look red and swollen, Changmin brushes short strands of hair back to find them stiff with dried cum and realized that Yunho is in the perfect position to take two men.
Changmin moves back to Yunho’s side, tracing the white trail along the soldier’s inner thigh to where it began, inside Yunho’s body.
Pumping his finger slowly, Changmin asks, ‘Who fucked you here?’
‘G-General Kim, sir.’ Yunho stammers out, his face flushing red.
‘Ah,’ Changmin nods in understanding, moving to support Yunho’s head with his other hand, cupping the soldier’s jaw and placing a gentle thumb against his lower lip.
‘And who fucked you here?’ Changmin asks, keeping his tone light.
‘Sir, he said it was an important ally.’
‘Who?’ Changmin repeats, voice now cold.
‘Jung Ji-Hoon,’ Yunho begins to shake, trying to cast his head low but unable to with the Brigadier’s tightening grip on his chin.
Changmin knows Ji-Hoon; the man had a boyish face and an impressive physique and is a General from a newly allied nation. He doesn’t strike Changmin as someone terribly sadistic, but Yunho isn’t to be used for other’s needs, Jaejoong had agreed he is to only belong to the four of them and now he’s offering the boy up to his friends.
Changmin also doesn’t know how much Yunho could take. Certainly the man would never refuse their orders to pleasure someone else, but that doesn’t mean he’d enjoy it. The Brigadier knows it’s a fine line for someone to feel used and to still feel wanted, like a treasured pet. He knows Yunho had needed to be reassured the first few weeks that he was special to them, that despite their sadistic treatment he was the only soldier they wanted.
This was a tough war, ruthless and underhanded in many ways. Alliances could make or break their stronghold but Yunho was not to be used as a tool in their negotiations. The Brigadier seethes with anger towards his General and shifts it towards his regular outlet, Yunho.
Pulling Yunho up by the hair to look him in the eye, Changmin barks out, ‘You are not to be used by others, pet. Who do you belong to?’
‘Sir,’ Yunho whimpers, trying to raise his head to ease the pain, ‘You, sir! I’m sorry.’
Changmin sees the sincerity of his words in his eyes, brimming with tears. He releases his grip as gently as he could, moving to untie the thick ropes. He scoops Yunho around the waist, pulling him to stand straight but the soldier has no power left in his limbs and has to lean heavily against the Brigadier’s chest. Changmin cradles the warm body in his arms for a few moments, enjoying the complete power he has over the soldier’s body before laying him upright on the soft couch. He fetches a glass of water from the kitchen, feeding it slowly to Yunho, wiping it up when it dribbled down his chin.
‘I should make you swallow me to wash that taste out of your mouth, soldier.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Yunho says and Changmin can tell that if the man had energy left, he would have slid to his knees to obey his half-hearted request.
The thought of it makes Changmin proud of his pet and he moves to sit behind Yunho, turning the soldier’s body so that his back leans against Changmin’s chest, arms wrapping around him. Yunho closes his eyes and relaxes, too tired to do anything else but enjoy the sensation and comfort of his officer’s petting. When he feels a hand curl around his cock, he knows better than to protest but he does shift slightly, backside unintentionally rubbing against the Brigadier’s groin. Changmin pulls his head back to rest on his shoulder and begins mouthing at the long stretch of neck now presented to him, nipping at the jugular. Yunho hardens quickly in his palm, yet he is clearly still too exhausted to enjoy this too much and Changmin wants him begging to come.
‘I’m glad you understand allowing others to touch you is wrong, Yunho. But even if this is partially Jaejoong’s fault, you still have to be punished.’
‘Yes, sir,’ and Yunho’s eyes become a little more focused, his body tensed as he awaited instructions.
The hand on his dick finally stops stroking, ‘Can you stand, soldier?’
Yunho begins to struggle, pulling his muscles as best he can into function. He’s been wounded in battle and gotten back up to fight before, this shouldn’t be challenging but all his muscles ache and he’s still trying to snap out of his daze. He’s wobbly on his feet, but still standing- he resists grinning at his small victory and his officer’s pleased face.
The Brigadier shifts into the middle of the couch, his pants are tenting at the crotch but apart from the dark look he’s shooting at the soldier, everything else about his stance seems relaxed. He leans forward and takes off his heavy boots and then pulls the long laces from them and knots the ends together, creating a long length of thin rope that he places by his side.
‘Come here and bend over my lap. I’ll give you your punishment now, soldier.’
Yunho immediately moves to kneel on the couch, lowering himself over Changmin so that his hard cock rubs against the man’s thigh and his ass juts out at the Brigadier’s mercy. He folds his arms underneath his head, he wants to grip the armrest instead but this is the position of submission he has been taught repeatedly by each of the men who are his owners. He’s never been spanked deliberately before, rather a few times at whim or to encourage him to move and Changmin is often more than a little heavy handed so he finds himself apprehensive towards this punishment. But that doesn’t stop his cock leaking all over Changmin’s black uniform pants, especially when Changmin begins to knead his ass, digging fingers into the fleshy cheeks.
When Yunho groans loudly at his ministrations, the Brigadier smirks and pulls back an arm to let his hand meet with a loud smack against the smooth skin. Yunho yelps and jolts in his lap, hip brushing Changmin’s erection trapped within his pants and Changmin pinches warningly at Yunho to stay still. He’d rather come all over Yunho’s face and not right now in his trousers when he plans to spank the soldier’s ass black and blue.
He begins to hit the cadet in earnest, swinging his arm with as much force as he can at the angle, enjoying the way his hand leaves a print before the next slap comes down and the soldier’s whole behind turns an angry shade of red. The flesh jiggles slightly and Changmin wants to bite at it but resists when he sees the first speckling of purple begin to blossom across Yunho’s backside.
The soldier is whimpering and Changmin can feel a damp patch soaking into his clothed thigh, but he doesn’t beg for the officer to stop or to come so Changmin easily loses track of the number of strikes. Eventually the Brigadier grows bored and stops, leaning down he collects the bootlaces from earlier.
‘You need to raise your legs up now, soldier,’ Changmin instructs, pulling Yunho’s legs till they are taut and straight, propped up by Yunho’s toes.
The position is awkward, his crotch now ground painfully into his officer’s lap, his neck taking a lot of pressure and his legs are shaking with effort to stay up but he does stay, regardless of the strange order. He feels Changmin’s hands pass underneath him and suddenly there is a sharp and cutting pain across his thighs as they are bound together by the laces. The length is only long enough to wrap around the soldier’s thighs a few times before Changmin has to pull hard to tie the ends together. The flesh pops and turns red around the deep rivulets formed by the string and Changmin caresses the raised sections, licking his way up and across each thigh.
The feeling is peculiar but Yunho can’t say he doesn’t like it, his ass is still throbbing and the gentle attention to his legs is distracting. He knows the man likes his legs, almost as long as the Brigadier’s himself, but wider, more muscular and tanned. They all loved shoving things up his ass but Changmin loved it when he had Yunho’s hands tied to the headboard and the soldier wrappped his legs around him as he fucked him into the mattress.
The licks move over the heated and sore skin of his backside and the Brigadier leans back to admire his work. The soldier over his lap had broken into a sweat, strong muscles bunching at his shoulders as he bit into the cloth of the couch to keep from crying out. His ass was still bright red and slightly mottled with bruises and when Changmin pulls the laces free from Yunho’s thighs there were deep, red indentations crisscrossing their way up skin adorned with teeth marks and love bites.
The Brigadier runs his hands over the hot skin, briefly stopping to spread the soldier’s cheeks and lick over his twitching hole making him jerk and frot against his lap.
‘You should have a proper mark here,’ Changmin says before knawing a patch of skin at the base of his tailbone.
‘A tattoo to mark exactly who you belong to, just in case you feel prone to ever forgetting,’ and Yunho begins to writhe a little more against the Brigadier, clearly not adverse to the idea.
‘Do you want to come, pet?’ Changmin asks lightly.
‘Please!’ Yunho gasps out.
The Brigadier lifts his body and maneuvers the soldier until he’s straddling his thigh, catching his hands and bringing them to become trapped between their chests.
‘Then you may, but I won’t touch you- nor can you touch yourself. You can rub yourself off like a dog. Like the good pet you are.’ Changmin smiles as Yunho’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.
The soldier knows this is humiliating, shame flooding through his veins and he can’t bear to look at his officer but he wants to come so badly, he would take whatever opportunity he could get. Yunho begins to grind down on his Brigadier’s thigh, the friction of the cloth speeding up the rhythm of his hips. He buries his face to the side of Changmin’s neck, hands clutching the younger man’s shirt as he practically humps the man’s leg.
Changmin runs his hands around Yunho’s waist; the frotting had become more aggressive and increasingly desperate and he’s worried the soldier would fall from his lap. He brings his hand to the soldier’s face, pulling him away from the crevice of his neck and tapping his fingertips on Yunho’s lips. Changmin almost laughs when the soldier still refuses to make eye contact and lifts his knee slightly to aid the friction. Yunho groans and takes the fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily when the tip of his length brushes against the cool steel of Changmin’s belt buckle and he’s coming. Heat spirals through him as his orgasm peaks and he releases all over his officer’s uniform.
‘Good boy,’ Changmin coos, as if praising a puppy, then dips his fingers into the cum, using it as lubricant before pushing two fingers inside Yunho’s still shaking body.
Yunho tenses and whines in Changmin’s ear, licking the surrounding skin, hips rocking and begging without words.
‘You want this, huh puppy?’ Changmin smiles, pulling his fingers out and swiping them through the puddle on his thigh before sliding back into the warm hole.
Yunho feels just as tight as the first time the Brigadier had fucked him, even though undoubtedly Jaejoong had given him a thorough work out earlier, so he adds another finger, stretching and twisting his fingers inside the man until Yunho begins biting at his ear.
‘Bad puppy,’ Changmin scolds, pulling the assaulting mouth away from his neck and removing his fingers. He pushes the soldier out of his lap before unbuttoning his shirt and pants, pushing them to his knees. Yunho is clearly trying not to stare at his erection, hesitant to move without orders so Changmin pats his thighs and the soldier immediately jumps to straddle his waist. With one hand spreading Yunho open, Changmin guides his cock forward. It’s a tight fit to push the thick head past the first ring of muscles and obviously uncomfortable to the soldier who immediately sits down to alleviate the pressure. Changmin would have scolded him for moving before ordered but is too busy trying not to come inside the hot heat that encases him tightly.
Yunho rocks his hips, wanting to take initiative but this isn’t the war zone and the Brigadier expects him to follow his commands. Changmin groans and thrusts upwards, drawing Yunho up by the waist and pulling him back down.
‘Ride me,’ He orders and squeezes his eyes shut when Yunho begins to bounce on his lap, taking him in further.
The soldier’s thighs strains with the effort to move but the pleasure spreading through him outweigh any discomfort. His officer has his face scrunched in ecstasy, rolling hips upwards to meet every bounce Yunho made. Yunho takes a moment to admire the handsome features, the solid chest beneath his fingertips, the broad palms groping his thighs, still marked with lines from the laces. He leans forward to lap at the sweat forming on the Brigadier’s shoulders, edging upwards to mouth at the ears he liked so much.
The Brigadier roughens his pace at the touch, liking the soldier’s gentle touches despite his own forceful ones, reaching up to pinch the man’s nipples and grope the bruised backside. He can feel the soldier is hard again, member swaying up and down against his stomach, and reaches a hand between them to tug at the other’s pulsing length. Yunho twists and shakes on his lap at the touch, body still moving to harshly impale himself on Changmin’s erection and with a press of his thumb at the skin of Yunho’s opening the man is coming once again. Ribbons of white paint the bare skin of his abdomen, landing hot and thick between them, warming his skin and mixing with sweat. Yunho tightens unbearably around him, still slamming down on his cock until he’s coming too- the Brigadier filling the soldier up, panting heavily as the lithe body on top of him begins to still, resting against his chest, the both of them sated.
Later, when Jaejoong returns he finds them both in his bed, still sweaty and sticky but at ease. He moves to crawl in beside Yunho, pulling back the blanket when he has to stop and admire the work of Changmin along the soldier’s backside and thighs. He caresses and strokes at the abused skin until Yunho wriggles in his sleep, knocking Changmin awake.
‘Nice work,’ Jaejoong smirks, groping at the bruised ass, waking Yunho too.
‘You abused your rights, you don’t get to touch him for awhile,’ Changmin says, pulling the soldier into his arms.
‘Now, now, don’t be unfair. I’m sure I can make it up to Yunho,’ Jaejoong coos, brushing his fingers through the strands of hair at Yunho’s nape.
‘I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,’ Jaejoong promises, placing a kiss on both Yunho and Changmin.
Changmin glares and lets Yunho roll onto his back to face Jaejoong. These men are harsh and more than a little demanding but Yunho knows at the end of the day Jaejoong will be the one spooning him home-cooked meals, Junsu will run laps with the soldier just to keep him company and Yoochun will sneak him chocolate and patch him up in the med-bay when they play too roughly.
Changmin…Changmin will make Yunho his right hand man and slip into his bed at night to hold him when the soldier has nightmares. And that’s quite simply more than enough.
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Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Yunho had proven to be a good soldier- obedient in the best of ways, reliable in the field, a strong fighter and always eager to serve his duties well, whether cleaning the barracks or sucking his commanding officers off.
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
A/N: MORE NOTES UNDER THE CUT. Continuation of this and this. Yayy for army!verse ^^
vaguelynormal WROTE THIS FIC TOO. BUT BECAUSE SHE’S TOO LAZY AND DOESN’T WANT TO POST IT ON HER OWN, SHE’S GIVEN ME THE LIBERTY TO DO IT FOR HER. so there. Jsyk :D
Late afternoon, Changmin finds himself making his way to the upper level apartments. He had received a message from his General telling him to pick up equipment from his quarters and now with that vague instruction in mind, Changmin is walking through Jaejoong’s spacious private rooms.
The apartment is mostly white and generously luxurious despite being minimalistic. The privileges of Jaejoong’s authority gained him a private kitchen, bathroom, and living room with wide windows that bathed the walls with warm hazy light through the gauzy curtains.
There on the floor of the living room is Yunho. The man is naked and bent over a low, square coffee table placed in the middle of the room, in front of a long white couch. As Changmin makes his way around an armchair for a closer inspection he realizes that the soldier has been tied down, each limb tightly secured to a table leg. His head and ass hang off the edge of the table, his cock hanging limply between his legs, a pool of cum on the floor below him and a trail of white running down his backside.
The position is perfect, just the right height for using both the soldier’s mouth and the exposed asshole. Changmin quickly surmises that this is the piece of ‘equipment’ he is to collect.
Yunho’s arms were shaking and the Brigadier has no doubt that his thigh muscles have been thoroughly strained, legs split open and bound to the wide edges of the table. He seemed to be drifting into a light sleep, exhaustion heavily sinking into his mind but unable to fully rest because of the pain of cramping muscles. When Changmin places a warm hand on his back the soldier turns his head to the side, dazed eyes trying to focus on the man kneeling beside him.
‘Sir?’ He manages to croak out.
‘Yes soldier?’ Changmin asks, running a soothing hand along his soldier’s spine.
Yunho had proven to be a good soldier- obedient in the best of ways, reliable in the field, a strong fighter and always eager to serve his duties well, whether cleaning the barracks or sucking his commanding officers off.
He makes a rather pretty picture of it too, almost irresistibly debauched and he knows all his superiors have a hard time resisting fucking the soldier into the ground. It helps that Yunho seemed to love being manhandled too; he makes the most satisfactory toy for them to play with.
Of course, he had been handpicked for the job. Jaejoong had scouted the young soldier at a previous base camp, recognized all the qualities of a submissive and loyal plaything and suggested it to his friends. They had all been keen on the idea of a toy, someone to take out their frustrations and desires on and Yunho had been more than any of them could have hoped for.
Even now with muscles cramping and weariness drowning his body, Changmin knows the soldier would not ask to be untied. If anything he might anticipate his desires and ask to be fucked.
‘How long have you been like this, Yunho?’
Yunho raises his head to squint at the wall clock, brow furrowing in calculation.
‘Three hours, sir.’
The Brigadier caresses his soldier’s cheek, supporting his head in his palms. Three hours is a long time and there’s no telling how long Jaejoong had played with him before that- the General had come to love drawn out, sadistic foreplay with Yunho.
The soldier’s lips look red and swollen, Changmin brushes short strands of hair back to find them stiff with dried cum and realized that Yunho is in the perfect position to take two men.
Changmin moves back to Yunho’s side, tracing the white trail along the soldier’s inner thigh to where it began, inside Yunho’s body.
Pumping his finger slowly, Changmin asks, ‘Who fucked you here?’
‘G-General Kim, sir.’ Yunho stammers out, his face flushing red.
‘Ah,’ Changmin nods in understanding, moving to support Yunho’s head with his other hand, cupping the soldier’s jaw and placing a gentle thumb against his lower lip.
‘And who fucked you here?’ Changmin asks, keeping his tone light.
‘Sir, he said it was an important ally.’
‘Who?’ Changmin repeats, voice now cold.
‘Jung Ji-Hoon,’ Yunho begins to shake, trying to cast his head low but unable to with the Brigadier’s tightening grip on his chin.
Changmin knows Ji-Hoon; the man had a boyish face and an impressive physique and is a General from a newly allied nation. He doesn’t strike Changmin as someone terribly sadistic, but Yunho isn’t to be used for other’s needs, Jaejoong had agreed he is to only belong to the four of them and now he’s offering the boy up to his friends.
Changmin also doesn’t know how much Yunho could take. Certainly the man would never refuse their orders to pleasure someone else, but that doesn’t mean he’d enjoy it. The Brigadier knows it’s a fine line for someone to feel used and to still feel wanted, like a treasured pet. He knows Yunho had needed to be reassured the first few weeks that he was special to them, that despite their sadistic treatment he was the only soldier they wanted.
This was a tough war, ruthless and underhanded in many ways. Alliances could make or break their stronghold but Yunho was not to be used as a tool in their negotiations. The Brigadier seethes with anger towards his General and shifts it towards his regular outlet, Yunho.
Pulling Yunho up by the hair to look him in the eye, Changmin barks out, ‘You are not to be used by others, pet. Who do you belong to?’
‘Sir,’ Yunho whimpers, trying to raise his head to ease the pain, ‘You, sir! I’m sorry.’
Changmin sees the sincerity of his words in his eyes, brimming with tears. He releases his grip as gently as he could, moving to untie the thick ropes. He scoops Yunho around the waist, pulling him to stand straight but the soldier has no power left in his limbs and has to lean heavily against the Brigadier’s chest. Changmin cradles the warm body in his arms for a few moments, enjoying the complete power he has over the soldier’s body before laying him upright on the soft couch. He fetches a glass of water from the kitchen, feeding it slowly to Yunho, wiping it up when it dribbled down his chin.
‘I should make you swallow me to wash that taste out of your mouth, soldier.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Yunho says and Changmin can tell that if the man had energy left, he would have slid to his knees to obey his half-hearted request.
The thought of it makes Changmin proud of his pet and he moves to sit behind Yunho, turning the soldier’s body so that his back leans against Changmin’s chest, arms wrapping around him. Yunho closes his eyes and relaxes, too tired to do anything else but enjoy the sensation and comfort of his officer’s petting. When he feels a hand curl around his cock, he knows better than to protest but he does shift slightly, backside unintentionally rubbing against the Brigadier’s groin. Changmin pulls his head back to rest on his shoulder and begins mouthing at the long stretch of neck now presented to him, nipping at the jugular. Yunho hardens quickly in his palm, yet he is clearly still too exhausted to enjoy this too much and Changmin wants him begging to come.
‘I’m glad you understand allowing others to touch you is wrong, Yunho. But even if this is partially Jaejoong’s fault, you still have to be punished.’
‘Yes, sir,’ and Yunho’s eyes become a little more focused, his body tensed as he awaited instructions.
The hand on his dick finally stops stroking, ‘Can you stand, soldier?’
Yunho begins to struggle, pulling his muscles as best he can into function. He’s been wounded in battle and gotten back up to fight before, this shouldn’t be challenging but all his muscles ache and he’s still trying to snap out of his daze. He’s wobbly on his feet, but still standing- he resists grinning at his small victory and his officer’s pleased face.
The Brigadier shifts into the middle of the couch, his pants are tenting at the crotch but apart from the dark look he’s shooting at the soldier, everything else about his stance seems relaxed. He leans forward and takes off his heavy boots and then pulls the long laces from them and knots the ends together, creating a long length of thin rope that he places by his side.
‘Come here and bend over my lap. I’ll give you your punishment now, soldier.’
Yunho immediately moves to kneel on the couch, lowering himself over Changmin so that his hard cock rubs against the man’s thigh and his ass juts out at the Brigadier’s mercy. He folds his arms underneath his head, he wants to grip the armrest instead but this is the position of submission he has been taught repeatedly by each of the men who are his owners. He’s never been spanked deliberately before, rather a few times at whim or to encourage him to move and Changmin is often more than a little heavy handed so he finds himself apprehensive towards this punishment. But that doesn’t stop his cock leaking all over Changmin’s black uniform pants, especially when Changmin begins to knead his ass, digging fingers into the fleshy cheeks.
When Yunho groans loudly at his ministrations, the Brigadier smirks and pulls back an arm to let his hand meet with a loud smack against the smooth skin. Yunho yelps and jolts in his lap, hip brushing Changmin’s erection trapped within his pants and Changmin pinches warningly at Yunho to stay still. He’d rather come all over Yunho’s face and not right now in his trousers when he plans to spank the soldier’s ass black and blue.
He begins to hit the cadet in earnest, swinging his arm with as much force as he can at the angle, enjoying the way his hand leaves a print before the next slap comes down and the soldier’s whole behind turns an angry shade of red. The flesh jiggles slightly and Changmin wants to bite at it but resists when he sees the first speckling of purple begin to blossom across Yunho’s backside.
The soldier is whimpering and Changmin can feel a damp patch soaking into his clothed thigh, but he doesn’t beg for the officer to stop or to come so Changmin easily loses track of the number of strikes. Eventually the Brigadier grows bored and stops, leaning down he collects the bootlaces from earlier.
‘You need to raise your legs up now, soldier,’ Changmin instructs, pulling Yunho’s legs till they are taut and straight, propped up by Yunho’s toes.
The position is awkward, his crotch now ground painfully into his officer’s lap, his neck taking a lot of pressure and his legs are shaking with effort to stay up but he does stay, regardless of the strange order. He feels Changmin’s hands pass underneath him and suddenly there is a sharp and cutting pain across his thighs as they are bound together by the laces. The length is only long enough to wrap around the soldier’s thighs a few times before Changmin has to pull hard to tie the ends together. The flesh pops and turns red around the deep rivulets formed by the string and Changmin caresses the raised sections, licking his way up and across each thigh.
The feeling is peculiar but Yunho can’t say he doesn’t like it, his ass is still throbbing and the gentle attention to his legs is distracting. He knows the man likes his legs, almost as long as the Brigadier’s himself, but wider, more muscular and tanned. They all loved shoving things up his ass but Changmin loved it when he had Yunho’s hands tied to the headboard and the soldier wrappped his legs around him as he fucked him into the mattress.
The licks move over the heated and sore skin of his backside and the Brigadier leans back to admire his work. The soldier over his lap had broken into a sweat, strong muscles bunching at his shoulders as he bit into the cloth of the couch to keep from crying out. His ass was still bright red and slightly mottled with bruises and when Changmin pulls the laces free from Yunho’s thighs there were deep, red indentations crisscrossing their way up skin adorned with teeth marks and love bites.
The Brigadier runs his hands over the hot skin, briefly stopping to spread the soldier’s cheeks and lick over his twitching hole making him jerk and frot against his lap.
‘You should have a proper mark here,’ Changmin says before knawing a patch of skin at the base of his tailbone.
‘A tattoo to mark exactly who you belong to, just in case you feel prone to ever forgetting,’ and Yunho begins to writhe a little more against the Brigadier, clearly not adverse to the idea.
‘Do you want to come, pet?’ Changmin asks lightly.
‘Please!’ Yunho gasps out.
The Brigadier lifts his body and maneuvers the soldier until he’s straddling his thigh, catching his hands and bringing them to become trapped between their chests.
‘Then you may, but I won’t touch you- nor can you touch yourself. You can rub yourself off like a dog. Like the good pet you are.’ Changmin smiles as Yunho’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.
The soldier knows this is humiliating, shame flooding through his veins and he can’t bear to look at his officer but he wants to come so badly, he would take whatever opportunity he could get. Yunho begins to grind down on his Brigadier’s thigh, the friction of the cloth speeding up the rhythm of his hips. He buries his face to the side of Changmin’s neck, hands clutching the younger man’s shirt as he practically humps the man’s leg.
Changmin runs his hands around Yunho’s waist; the frotting had become more aggressive and increasingly desperate and he’s worried the soldier would fall from his lap. He brings his hand to the soldier’s face, pulling him away from the crevice of his neck and tapping his fingertips on Yunho’s lips. Changmin almost laughs when the soldier still refuses to make eye contact and lifts his knee slightly to aid the friction. Yunho groans and takes the fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily when the tip of his length brushes against the cool steel of Changmin’s belt buckle and he’s coming. Heat spirals through him as his orgasm peaks and he releases all over his officer’s uniform.
‘Good boy,’ Changmin coos, as if praising a puppy, then dips his fingers into the cum, using it as lubricant before pushing two fingers inside Yunho’s still shaking body.
Yunho tenses and whines in Changmin’s ear, licking the surrounding skin, hips rocking and begging without words.
‘You want this, huh puppy?’ Changmin smiles, pulling his fingers out and swiping them through the puddle on his thigh before sliding back into the warm hole.
Yunho feels just as tight as the first time the Brigadier had fucked him, even though undoubtedly Jaejoong had given him a thorough work out earlier, so he adds another finger, stretching and twisting his fingers inside the man until Yunho begins biting at his ear.
‘Bad puppy,’ Changmin scolds, pulling the assaulting mouth away from his neck and removing his fingers. He pushes the soldier out of his lap before unbuttoning his shirt and pants, pushing them to his knees. Yunho is clearly trying not to stare at his erection, hesitant to move without orders so Changmin pats his thighs and the soldier immediately jumps to straddle his waist. With one hand spreading Yunho open, Changmin guides his cock forward. It’s a tight fit to push the thick head past the first ring of muscles and obviously uncomfortable to the soldier who immediately sits down to alleviate the pressure. Changmin would have scolded him for moving before ordered but is too busy trying not to come inside the hot heat that encases him tightly.
Yunho rocks his hips, wanting to take initiative but this isn’t the war zone and the Brigadier expects him to follow his commands. Changmin groans and thrusts upwards, drawing Yunho up by the waist and pulling him back down.
‘Ride me,’ He orders and squeezes his eyes shut when Yunho begins to bounce on his lap, taking him in further.
The soldier’s thighs strains with the effort to move but the pleasure spreading through him outweigh any discomfort. His officer has his face scrunched in ecstasy, rolling hips upwards to meet every bounce Yunho made. Yunho takes a moment to admire the handsome features, the solid chest beneath his fingertips, the broad palms groping his thighs, still marked with lines from the laces. He leans forward to lap at the sweat forming on the Brigadier’s shoulders, edging upwards to mouth at the ears he liked so much.
The Brigadier roughens his pace at the touch, liking the soldier’s gentle touches despite his own forceful ones, reaching up to pinch the man’s nipples and grope the bruised backside. He can feel the soldier is hard again, member swaying up and down against his stomach, and reaches a hand between them to tug at the other’s pulsing length. Yunho twists and shakes on his lap at the touch, body still moving to harshly impale himself on Changmin’s erection and with a press of his thumb at the skin of Yunho’s opening the man is coming once again. Ribbons of white paint the bare skin of his abdomen, landing hot and thick between them, warming his skin and mixing with sweat. Yunho tightens unbearably around him, still slamming down on his cock until he’s coming too- the Brigadier filling the soldier up, panting heavily as the lithe body on top of him begins to still, resting against his chest, the both of them sated.
Later, when Jaejoong returns he finds them both in his bed, still sweaty and sticky but at ease. He moves to crawl in beside Yunho, pulling back the blanket when he has to stop and admire the work of Changmin along the soldier’s backside and thighs. He caresses and strokes at the abused skin until Yunho wriggles in his sleep, knocking Changmin awake.
‘Nice work,’ Jaejoong smirks, groping at the bruised ass, waking Yunho too.
‘You abused your rights, you don’t get to touch him for awhile,’ Changmin says, pulling the soldier into his arms.
‘Now, now, don’t be unfair. I’m sure I can make it up to Yunho,’ Jaejoong coos, brushing his fingers through the strands of hair at Yunho’s nape.
‘I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,’ Jaejoong promises, placing a kiss on both Yunho and Changmin.
Changmin glares and lets Yunho roll onto his back to face Jaejoong. These men are harsh and more than a little demanding but Yunho knows at the end of the day Jaejoong will be the one spooning him home-cooked meals, Junsu will run laps with the soldier just to keep him company and Yoochun will sneak him chocolate and patch him up in the med-bay when they play too roughly.
Changmin…Changmin will make Yunho his right hand man and slip into his bed at night to hold him when the soldier has nightmares. And that’s quite simply more than enough.
GOOD NEWS: SHE’S AGREED TO WRITE MORE!! /throws confetti/ :DDDDDD
GOOD NEWS: SHE’S AGREED TO WRITE MORE!! /throws confetti/ :DDDDDD