Enlist Today!
Title: Enlist Today!
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: He had heard of hazing rituals, initiation- bonds of trust built between men in trying situations- but he had also heard of men gone battle crazy or mad on power.
Pairing: ot5
A/N: ANNOUNCEMENT UNDER THE CUT. Must be understood before reading so that we’re all clear :D
Yunho follows the General through the cold halls of the barracks, heavy boots echoing loudly. The cadet spares a glance at his new General, Kim Jaejoong- the man seemed out of place, too beautiful and delicate to be ordering men to frontlines and mapping battle plans. But these are harsh times, both sides pushing hard for both land and oil until small border towns changed hands every week, their men and crops plundered for the benefit of a nation, only which one no one could be certain any more.
Yunho had enlisted two years ago when the seventh war had taken his family’s lives and all the other young men in his village who had survived with all their limbs intact had done the same. They were sent straight to the battlefront after three months of training, Yunho just lucky enough to stay alive when most of his childhood friends had not.
Now he’s being stationed in barracks west of the newest fighting ground, a washed out town but a gateway to lively cities officials had no choice but to protect.
The General opens a door for Yunho and he steps through quickly, nodding his thanks before stopping abruptly when he realises he’s intruded on a private bunk and not the crowded barracks. The three men turn to face Yunho, more curious than disturbed by his sudden appearance and Yunho takes in their relaxed expressions, two men sitting with legs sprawled on opposite beds and another leaning against a small wooden desk to the side of the room. The crooked folding table between the seated men shows a game of cards taking place and before Yunho could stammer out an apology for interrupting he hears the General lock the heavy door behind him.
‘Boys, this is Jung Yunho. Yunho, this is Park Yoochun, Kim Junsu and Shim Changmin.’
Yunho takes in the insignia on their uniforms; every man in this room outranks him and the man that is to be Brigadier looks younger than him by several years. This is the man that was going to be leading Yunho and three thousand other troops into battle.
‘Changmin, meet your new soldier,’ Jaejoong smirks, moving to sit next to the Lieutenant General on the bed as the long-legged Brigadier stands to inspect the new cadet.
Yunho almost flinches as the handsome features of the young Brigadier twists into a wide sneer, but he’s been trained to stand perfectly still in the case of landmines, surely he could withstand the scrutiny of his commanding officer. The Brigadier circles Yunho slowly, eyes raking over his form, from the freshly shined, tightly laced calf-high boots, the pants pulled taut over strong legs to the lean torso, muscular arms and adorably dumb facial expression. Changmin steps back after arriving full circle, arms crossed in front of him and grinning.
‘Welcome, soldier. Now strip.’
Yunho is stunned to say the least, a million questions running through his head and only one plausibly allowable to ask.
‘Excuse me, sir? I think I heard you incorrectly.’
Changmin’s smile remains in place, ‘You didn’t. Now strip,’ the Brigadier says simply and gestures roundly towards Yunho.
Perplexed, Yunho can think of no other response than to simply obey. He had heard of hazing rituals, initiation- bonds of trust built between men in trying situations- but he had also heard of men gone battle crazy or mad on power. Either way Yunho finds himself tripping to unlace his boots and slip them off, a quick glance at the other men in the small room proving immediately unhelpful; they were all smiling amusedly at his plight.
The air in the room is cold and Yunho takes a deep breath before hooking his thumbs beneath the band of underwear, pulling them down before kicking them to the side with his other clothes. He resists the urge to cover himself, suspecting the humiliation is all part of whatever game these officers were playing.
‘Good, now turn around. Brace yourself against the wall, legs apart.’ Changmin orders.
Yunho quickly obeys, laying palms flat upon the wall, trying not to tense his body too visibly when he feels someone moving behind him. He cannot appear weak to these men, they expect a certain level of resilience and obedience from their soldiers and this is probably just a test to see if he would follow any order. Or so he thought until he feels Changmin’s hand squeeze roughly at his ass, kneading the firm flesh and Yunho has to bite his tongue to restrain from squirming. Changmin’s nails scrape lightly over the skin before curling around Yunho’s body to trace the contours of his chest. Yunho flinches when the cool metal of the Brigadier’s dog tags press against his back, jolting forward and letting out a hiss.
Yunho could hear the men in the room laughing as Changmin roughly twists his arm behind his back, pulling him by the hair with his other hand and guiding Yunho forcibly until he’s slammed into the desk. Yunho’s elbow and torso jar painfully when they make contact with the counter, the edge of the table pressing sharply against his pelvis, but all that is quickly erased by the embarrassment of the position. He still makes no move to struggle, bent over the desk and shamefully exposed, Yunho feels a sudden rush of arousal flow thickly through his body, suddenly glad his flushed face is being ground into the cool table.
Yunho hears footsteps and sees the General to his side; Changmin kicks his feet further apart and leans forward to roll hips against his backside. Yunho can feel the Brigadier’s firmness pressing against the cleft of his ass; he closes his eyes to Jaejoong and tries to concentrate on willing himself not to get hard. His head is yanked upwards at an awkward angle by Changmin’s hard grip on his hair and his eyes startle open when he feels the smooth hand of the General caressing his jaw.
‘You’ll follow all your orders now, won’t you, Yunho?’ Jaejoong asks gently, but his gaze is hard and calculative.
And Yunho knows he will- knows he was born to- has always preferred the simplicity of compliance. Yunho is the type of man who believes in rank, order and following any instruction regardless of how dangerous or foolish it may be in the line of duty. His officers will soon learn this too; he knows he has no right to deny them.
The Generals and Lieutenants Generals may outrank the man grinding against his ass, but Yunho also knows that more than the Marshals devising up plans in drawing-rooms, Changmin is now the one directly responsible for Yunho’s life. Changmin is the one who will decide when Yunho eats, sleeps and shits, what row Yunho will march in at battle and he may even be the man that drags his half-crippled body out of the line of fire one day. Everyone in the room, but none more so than Changmin, need to know that Yunho will trust them and can be trusted- become brothers in arms.
‘Yes, sir.’ Yunho says, maintaining eye contact with the General. He hears Changmin let out a quick sigh of relief behind him before he feels a thumb press at the base of his tailbone, slipping into the cleft of his backside.
‘I’m going to fuck you, soldier,’ Changmin leans over his body to whisper in his ear, ‘any problems with that?’
‘No, sir,’ Yunho shakes his head as much as he can with his hair still seized in Changmin’s fist.
Yoochun chuckles and shuffles forward on the bed to press something into the Generals hands and Yunho hears the pop of a cap before the shock of cool lubricant running down the crevice of his ass. Changmin moves a hand to rest at his hip, lightly parting the globes and massages the lubricant around the sensitive hole with the rough pads of his fingers. Jaejoong comes to lean casually against the desk beside Yunho, reaching a hand down to grasp and caress the soldier’s balls. Yunho jolts forward into the table at the touch, just as Changmin breaches his body with a long digit, hooking upwards and making Yunho wish for some kind of friction. Jaejoong continues to fondle him, rolling Yunho’s sac before reaching further between his legs and pushing a finger in with Changmin’s, the stretching still uncomfortable to Yunho, discomfort obvious on his face.
Jaejoong moves out of Yunho’s line of vision to give Yunho a glimpse of Yoochun and Junsu, legs spread wide and stroking their erections and Yunho finds himself both thrilled and ashamed at being the cause for their arousal.
Yunho yelps when both Changmin and Jaejoong add a second finger at the same time, stretched painfully wide and unable to move, Jaejoong’s hand resting between his shoulders in a warning to stay put. He feels a coolness flow into him as the Brigadier pours lubricant directly into his opened hole, he rotates his hips and unconsciously clenches at the feeling and finds himself hardening, arousal pulsing strongly as fingers brush against something within him.
Jaejoong takes mercy on Yunho and begins to tug roughly on his cock, bringing him to full hardness. Yunho should find this humiliating and deprecating and he does but the pleasure begins to override his senses, causing him to push back on Changmin’s hand, trying to thrust into the General’s tight grip.
The Brigadier calms his wild bucking with a firm slap to his ass, turning the skin pink with the outline of his hand a few times more for good measure and Yunho tries and fails not to let out a whine. Jaejoong releases him and unbuttons his fly to release his own erection, a trail of precome gliding down the side, saliva pooling in Yunho’s mouth at the thought of it in his mouth. Jaejoong’s crotch is so teasingly close to his face.
The Brigadier grips his hips firmly before pushing his way in with short, strong thrusts until his body presses up against Yunho’s skin. The burn makes Yunho wince, breathing deeply and hands clawing at the table as Changmin’s pulls out and shoves back in deep, forcing Yunho’s body to slide further forward.
The General guides one of Yunho’s grasping hands to the base of his cock, manipulating him completely, Yunho barely noticing the velvet skin beneath his palm, stroking. Changmin’s thrusts are strong and slightly erratic, the pleasure is surprisingly intense but not enough for Yunho to get off. He whines, pushing back desperately on Changmin, feeling each plunge pressing against his lower belly, painfully intimate.
Suddenly, Changmin pulls out and steps back, panting harshly.
‘On your knees,’ He barks and Yunho tries to shakily move away from the desk, dropping bluntly to his knees. Unable to balance his swaying body, Yunho leans back to sit on his heels, staring blearily up at Changmin and the General.
The General moves forward, hard cock jutting out from his open pants and he presses the head against Yunho’s cheek, smearing precome over the skin. Yunho opens his mouth when he registers the request and is assaulted with the heady taste of his officer when he slides past his lips. Yunho barely has the energy to move but he does his best to suckle on the head for a minute before the General slams forward, pushing down his throat. His lips make contact with Jaejoong’s pelvis and his throat begins to convulse uncontrollably, causing the officer to groan and try to push impossibly deeper. The General pulls back and begins to thoroughly abuse Yunho’s throat, riding his lips raw and making him gag with every thrust. His body, unable to handle the assault, slips forward, hand’s grasping at Jaejoong’s legs for balance until the General moves to his knees and Yunho feels the Lieutenant General’s lifting his lower body until he has no choice but to rest on his hands and knees like a dog.
Warmth splatters over his side and back and Yunho realises that his humiliating, submissive position has made Junsu come, long strings of ribbon decorating his skin, marking him. Yoochun is trailing his thighs with kisses, licking a path through the cum on his lower back and hooking three fingers inside Yunho’s stretched entrance. He nudges Yunho’s knees further apart, fingers delving deeper, joined with a wet tongue that would have Yunho crying out if Jaejoong hadn’t chosen that moment to reoccupy his mouth.
Yoochun pinches roughly at Yunho’s chest, tugging nipples and rubbing the blunt head of his cock over the skin still stretched wide by his fingers. He pushes in past a finger, thrusting as deep as he can when he catches sight of Yunho’s face, red from the lack of oxygen and tears brimming out of tightly closed eyes and suddenly his orgasm is right there. Yoochun pulls out quickly and strokes his release out all over the backs of Yunho’s thighs, the fluid trickling down slowly to pool in the crease behind his knees. And then the General is coming too, right down Yunho’s throat so the soldier doesn’t even have the choice of swallowing, when he’s milked his orgasm he pulls out and admires the cadet pulling in ragged breaths between lips glistening with his cum.
‘Please,’ Yunho manages to gasp out.
‘Please what, Yunho?’ Changmin asks, tone reprimanding.
And Yunho doesn’t even know what he wants, what he’s pleading for, but then he’s being filled and that pressure is back, pushing against his stomach and pulling heat from deep within his veins. Yunho thinks it could be this.
Changmin rides him hard, the friction intense with only a few traces of the earlier lubricant remaining. Yunho wants to come so badly though, he wonders how much further he can possibly embarrass himself in front of his superiors by begging for someone to touch him.
There’s a tugging on his cock, Junsu’s deft hand has slipped beneath his bent over body and is squeezing harshly, the pain is sharp and yet Yunho wants more.
‘Please,’ Yunho whines, he knows he’s behaving like a bitch in heat but he needs to be looked after now, needs to come so desperately, hips bucking wildly to gain any purchase on his pleasure.
He tightens around Changmin and hears the Brigadier curse before moving hips impossibly fast, propelling his cock into Yunho over and over. He leans back, straightening on his knees behind the soldier and the sight of his cock sliding in and stretching the man’s bright red opening has him coming, his release pumping into the twitching body and oozing back out with every rough thrust.
The Brigadier pulls out, thoroughly spent and exhausted but the soldier remains on his hands and knees obediently, so Changmin flips the man onto his back. Warm skin connecting with the cold, hard floor but Yunho barely reacts. The soldier lies sprawled, legs open, cock hanging hard and heavy between the curves of strong thighs, arms uselessly above his head as though he knows without being told he’s not allowed to touch himself.
The Brigadier leans forward and begins to mouth at the soldier’s thighs, following the line of muscle. He’s joined by the mouths of Junsu and Yoochun, the body beneath them writhing from the biting teeth, laving, long licks and prodding tongues. Multiple pairs of hands lift his legs, hooking them over shoulders, pulling them painfully wide to accommodate three men. Jaejoong plays at the junction of his neck, biting harshly at Yunho’s pulse, pulling his nipples taut between his fingertips and then his teeth. A tongue presses into him and Yunho arches of the floor, scream muffled by the General’s mouth. Junsu is firmly palming his balls, suckling his inner thigh and just after Changmin strokes his cock, Yunho is coming, body thrashing as he paints his stomach white.
Yunho finds himself being lifted onto one of the bed’s by the Brigadier and minutes later, cool cloth is swiping over his skin, the Lieutenant Generals’ cleaning his body before pulling the blanket over his naked torso.
‘You did well, soldier. You’re one of our men now,’ The General’s voice echoes throughout the room and Yunho thinks he probably shouldn’t feel so accomplished for essentially fulfilling the job of a whore.
‘Keep up the good behaviour and you’ll have worked your way up the ranks in no time, soldier,’ Yoochun laughs, slipping out the room with Jaejoong and Junsu.
The Brigadier lays his uniform jacket over Yunho’s bare shoulders before climbing into the small bed beside Yunho, drawing him into a loose embrace and Yunho smiles at the thought of wearing his officer’s jacket, like a mark; a brand.
IDK about you guys, but that’s awesome ot5 right there. EVERYONE, HARASS HER FOR MORE! (because YES, she has agreed to write more of this verse xDDDDDD)
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: He had heard of hazing rituals, initiation- bonds of trust built between men in trying situations- but he had also heard of men gone battle crazy or mad on power.
Pairing: ot5
A/N: ANNOUNCEMENT UNDER THE CUT. Must be understood before reading so that we’re all clear :D
Yunho follows the General through the cold halls of the barracks, heavy boots echoing loudly. The cadet spares a glance at his new General, Kim Jaejoong- the man seemed out of place, too beautiful and delicate to be ordering men to frontlines and mapping battle plans. But these are harsh times, both sides pushing hard for both land and oil until small border towns changed hands every week, their men and crops plundered for the benefit of a nation, only which one no one could be certain any more.
Yunho had enlisted two years ago when the seventh war had taken his family’s lives and all the other young men in his village who had survived with all their limbs intact had done the same. They were sent straight to the battlefront after three months of training, Yunho just lucky enough to stay alive when most of his childhood friends had not.
Now he’s being stationed in barracks west of the newest fighting ground, a washed out town but a gateway to lively cities officials had no choice but to protect.
The General opens a door for Yunho and he steps through quickly, nodding his thanks before stopping abruptly when he realises he’s intruded on a private bunk and not the crowded barracks. The three men turn to face Yunho, more curious than disturbed by his sudden appearance and Yunho takes in their relaxed expressions, two men sitting with legs sprawled on opposite beds and another leaning against a small wooden desk to the side of the room. The crooked folding table between the seated men shows a game of cards taking place and before Yunho could stammer out an apology for interrupting he hears the General lock the heavy door behind him.
‘Boys, this is Jung Yunho. Yunho, this is Park Yoochun, Kim Junsu and Shim Changmin.’
Yunho takes in the insignia on their uniforms; every man in this room outranks him and the man that is to be Brigadier looks younger than him by several years. This is the man that was going to be leading Yunho and three thousand other troops into battle.
‘Changmin, meet your new soldier,’ Jaejoong smirks, moving to sit next to the Lieutenant General on the bed as the long-legged Brigadier stands to inspect the new cadet.
Yunho almost flinches as the handsome features of the young Brigadier twists into a wide sneer, but he’s been trained to stand perfectly still in the case of landmines, surely he could withstand the scrutiny of his commanding officer. The Brigadier circles Yunho slowly, eyes raking over his form, from the freshly shined, tightly laced calf-high boots, the pants pulled taut over strong legs to the lean torso, muscular arms and adorably dumb facial expression. Changmin steps back after arriving full circle, arms crossed in front of him and grinning.
‘Welcome, soldier. Now strip.’
Yunho is stunned to say the least, a million questions running through his head and only one plausibly allowable to ask.
‘Excuse me, sir? I think I heard you incorrectly.’
Changmin’s smile remains in place, ‘You didn’t. Now strip,’ the Brigadier says simply and gestures roundly towards Yunho.
Perplexed, Yunho can think of no other response than to simply obey. He had heard of hazing rituals, initiation- bonds of trust built between men in trying situations- but he had also heard of men gone battle crazy or mad on power. Either way Yunho finds himself tripping to unlace his boots and slip them off, a quick glance at the other men in the small room proving immediately unhelpful; they were all smiling amusedly at his plight.
The air in the room is cold and Yunho takes a deep breath before hooking his thumbs beneath the band of underwear, pulling them down before kicking them to the side with his other clothes. He resists the urge to cover himself, suspecting the humiliation is all part of whatever game these officers were playing.
‘Good, now turn around. Brace yourself against the wall, legs apart.’ Changmin orders.
Yunho quickly obeys, laying palms flat upon the wall, trying not to tense his body too visibly when he feels someone moving behind him. He cannot appear weak to these men, they expect a certain level of resilience and obedience from their soldiers and this is probably just a test to see if he would follow any order. Or so he thought until he feels Changmin’s hand squeeze roughly at his ass, kneading the firm flesh and Yunho has to bite his tongue to restrain from squirming. Changmin’s nails scrape lightly over the skin before curling around Yunho’s body to trace the contours of his chest. Yunho flinches when the cool metal of the Brigadier’s dog tags press against his back, jolting forward and letting out a hiss.
Yunho could hear the men in the room laughing as Changmin roughly twists his arm behind his back, pulling him by the hair with his other hand and guiding Yunho forcibly until he’s slammed into the desk. Yunho’s elbow and torso jar painfully when they make contact with the counter, the edge of the table pressing sharply against his pelvis, but all that is quickly erased by the embarrassment of the position. He still makes no move to struggle, bent over the desk and shamefully exposed, Yunho feels a sudden rush of arousal flow thickly through his body, suddenly glad his flushed face is being ground into the cool table.
Yunho hears footsteps and sees the General to his side; Changmin kicks his feet further apart and leans forward to roll hips against his backside. Yunho can feel the Brigadier’s firmness pressing against the cleft of his ass; he closes his eyes to Jaejoong and tries to concentrate on willing himself not to get hard. His head is yanked upwards at an awkward angle by Changmin’s hard grip on his hair and his eyes startle open when he feels the smooth hand of the General caressing his jaw.
‘You’ll follow all your orders now, won’t you, Yunho?’ Jaejoong asks gently, but his gaze is hard and calculative.
And Yunho knows he will- knows he was born to- has always preferred the simplicity of compliance. Yunho is the type of man who believes in rank, order and following any instruction regardless of how dangerous or foolish it may be in the line of duty. His officers will soon learn this too; he knows he has no right to deny them.
The Generals and Lieutenants Generals may outrank the man grinding against his ass, but Yunho also knows that more than the Marshals devising up plans in drawing-rooms, Changmin is now the one directly responsible for Yunho’s life. Changmin is the one who will decide when Yunho eats, sleeps and shits, what row Yunho will march in at battle and he may even be the man that drags his half-crippled body out of the line of fire one day. Everyone in the room, but none more so than Changmin, need to know that Yunho will trust them and can be trusted- become brothers in arms.
‘Yes, sir.’ Yunho says, maintaining eye contact with the General. He hears Changmin let out a quick sigh of relief behind him before he feels a thumb press at the base of his tailbone, slipping into the cleft of his backside.
‘I’m going to fuck you, soldier,’ Changmin leans over his body to whisper in his ear, ‘any problems with that?’
‘No, sir,’ Yunho shakes his head as much as he can with his hair still seized in Changmin’s fist.
Yoochun chuckles and shuffles forward on the bed to press something into the Generals hands and Yunho hears the pop of a cap before the shock of cool lubricant running down the crevice of his ass. Changmin moves a hand to rest at his hip, lightly parting the globes and massages the lubricant around the sensitive hole with the rough pads of his fingers. Jaejoong comes to lean casually against the desk beside Yunho, reaching a hand down to grasp and caress the soldier’s balls. Yunho jolts forward into the table at the touch, just as Changmin breaches his body with a long digit, hooking upwards and making Yunho wish for some kind of friction. Jaejoong continues to fondle him, rolling Yunho’s sac before reaching further between his legs and pushing a finger in with Changmin’s, the stretching still uncomfortable to Yunho, discomfort obvious on his face.
Jaejoong moves out of Yunho’s line of vision to give Yunho a glimpse of Yoochun and Junsu, legs spread wide and stroking their erections and Yunho finds himself both thrilled and ashamed at being the cause for their arousal.
Yunho yelps when both Changmin and Jaejoong add a second finger at the same time, stretched painfully wide and unable to move, Jaejoong’s hand resting between his shoulders in a warning to stay put. He feels a coolness flow into him as the Brigadier pours lubricant directly into his opened hole, he rotates his hips and unconsciously clenches at the feeling and finds himself hardening, arousal pulsing strongly as fingers brush against something within him.
Jaejoong takes mercy on Yunho and begins to tug roughly on his cock, bringing him to full hardness. Yunho should find this humiliating and deprecating and he does but the pleasure begins to override his senses, causing him to push back on Changmin’s hand, trying to thrust into the General’s tight grip.
The Brigadier calms his wild bucking with a firm slap to his ass, turning the skin pink with the outline of his hand a few times more for good measure and Yunho tries and fails not to let out a whine. Jaejoong releases him and unbuttons his fly to release his own erection, a trail of precome gliding down the side, saliva pooling in Yunho’s mouth at the thought of it in his mouth. Jaejoong’s crotch is so teasingly close to his face.
The Brigadier grips his hips firmly before pushing his way in with short, strong thrusts until his body presses up against Yunho’s skin. The burn makes Yunho wince, breathing deeply and hands clawing at the table as Changmin’s pulls out and shoves back in deep, forcing Yunho’s body to slide further forward.
The General guides one of Yunho’s grasping hands to the base of his cock, manipulating him completely, Yunho barely noticing the velvet skin beneath his palm, stroking. Changmin’s thrusts are strong and slightly erratic, the pleasure is surprisingly intense but not enough for Yunho to get off. He whines, pushing back desperately on Changmin, feeling each plunge pressing against his lower belly, painfully intimate.
Suddenly, Changmin pulls out and steps back, panting harshly.
‘On your knees,’ He barks and Yunho tries to shakily move away from the desk, dropping bluntly to his knees. Unable to balance his swaying body, Yunho leans back to sit on his heels, staring blearily up at Changmin and the General.
The General moves forward, hard cock jutting out from his open pants and he presses the head against Yunho’s cheek, smearing precome over the skin. Yunho opens his mouth when he registers the request and is assaulted with the heady taste of his officer when he slides past his lips. Yunho barely has the energy to move but he does his best to suckle on the head for a minute before the General slams forward, pushing down his throat. His lips make contact with Jaejoong’s pelvis and his throat begins to convulse uncontrollably, causing the officer to groan and try to push impossibly deeper. The General pulls back and begins to thoroughly abuse Yunho’s throat, riding his lips raw and making him gag with every thrust. His body, unable to handle the assault, slips forward, hand’s grasping at Jaejoong’s legs for balance until the General moves to his knees and Yunho feels the Lieutenant General’s lifting his lower body until he has no choice but to rest on his hands and knees like a dog.
Warmth splatters over his side and back and Yunho realises that his humiliating, submissive position has made Junsu come, long strings of ribbon decorating his skin, marking him. Yoochun is trailing his thighs with kisses, licking a path through the cum on his lower back and hooking three fingers inside Yunho’s stretched entrance. He nudges Yunho’s knees further apart, fingers delving deeper, joined with a wet tongue that would have Yunho crying out if Jaejoong hadn’t chosen that moment to reoccupy his mouth.
Yoochun pinches roughly at Yunho’s chest, tugging nipples and rubbing the blunt head of his cock over the skin still stretched wide by his fingers. He pushes in past a finger, thrusting as deep as he can when he catches sight of Yunho’s face, red from the lack of oxygen and tears brimming out of tightly closed eyes and suddenly his orgasm is right there. Yoochun pulls out quickly and strokes his release out all over the backs of Yunho’s thighs, the fluid trickling down slowly to pool in the crease behind his knees. And then the General is coming too, right down Yunho’s throat so the soldier doesn’t even have the choice of swallowing, when he’s milked his orgasm he pulls out and admires the cadet pulling in ragged breaths between lips glistening with his cum.
‘Please,’ Yunho manages to gasp out.
‘Please what, Yunho?’ Changmin asks, tone reprimanding.
And Yunho doesn’t even know what he wants, what he’s pleading for, but then he’s being filled and that pressure is back, pushing against his stomach and pulling heat from deep within his veins. Yunho thinks it could be this.
Changmin rides him hard, the friction intense with only a few traces of the earlier lubricant remaining. Yunho wants to come so badly though, he wonders how much further he can possibly embarrass himself in front of his superiors by begging for someone to touch him.
There’s a tugging on his cock, Junsu’s deft hand has slipped beneath his bent over body and is squeezing harshly, the pain is sharp and yet Yunho wants more.
‘Please,’ Yunho whines, he knows he’s behaving like a bitch in heat but he needs to be looked after now, needs to come so desperately, hips bucking wildly to gain any purchase on his pleasure.
He tightens around Changmin and hears the Brigadier curse before moving hips impossibly fast, propelling his cock into Yunho over and over. He leans back, straightening on his knees behind the soldier and the sight of his cock sliding in and stretching the man’s bright red opening has him coming, his release pumping into the twitching body and oozing back out with every rough thrust.
The Brigadier pulls out, thoroughly spent and exhausted but the soldier remains on his hands and knees obediently, so Changmin flips the man onto his back. Warm skin connecting with the cold, hard floor but Yunho barely reacts. The soldier lies sprawled, legs open, cock hanging hard and heavy between the curves of strong thighs, arms uselessly above his head as though he knows without being told he’s not allowed to touch himself.
The Brigadier leans forward and begins to mouth at the soldier’s thighs, following the line of muscle. He’s joined by the mouths of Junsu and Yoochun, the body beneath them writhing from the biting teeth, laving, long licks and prodding tongues. Multiple pairs of hands lift his legs, hooking them over shoulders, pulling them painfully wide to accommodate three men. Jaejoong plays at the junction of his neck, biting harshly at Yunho’s pulse, pulling his nipples taut between his fingertips and then his teeth. A tongue presses into him and Yunho arches of the floor, scream muffled by the General’s mouth. Junsu is firmly palming his balls, suckling his inner thigh and just after Changmin strokes his cock, Yunho is coming, body thrashing as he paints his stomach white.
Yunho finds himself being lifted onto one of the bed’s by the Brigadier and minutes later, cool cloth is swiping over his skin, the Lieutenant Generals’ cleaning his body before pulling the blanket over his naked torso.
‘You did well, soldier. You’re one of our men now,’ The General’s voice echoes throughout the room and Yunho thinks he probably shouldn’t feel so accomplished for essentially fulfilling the job of a whore.
‘Keep up the good behaviour and you’ll have worked your way up the ranks in no time, soldier,’ Yoochun laughs, slipping out the room with Jaejoong and Junsu.
The Brigadier lays his uniform jacket over Yunho’s bare shoulders before climbing into the small bed beside Yunho, drawing him into a loose embrace and Yunho smiles at the thought of wearing his officer’s jacket, like a mark; a brand.
IDK about you guys, but that’s awesome ot5 right there. EVERYONE, HARASS HER FOR MORE! (because YES, she has agreed to write more of this verse xDDDDDD)