Happy Holidays happy_girl89! Exchange fic: "His Wedding Ring"
title: His Wedding Ring
rating: NC-17
genre: unrepentant smut, AU
warnings: a lot of swearing, a little bit of rough-ish sex
summary: It started off as one tiny indiscretion, a quick and dirty handjob in a bathroom inspired by alcohol and lust. Neither intended it to continue. But one time was followed by two, then three, and Yunho felt like they were losing control.
4133 wc
author's note: to fulfill happy_girl89's request for 'smut' and 'adultery'. Happy Holidays! ♥
The first time had, quite honestly, been something of an accident.
Yunho’s coworkers had dragged him out after a late night at the office and they’d all gotten completely and utterly shitfaced. Yunho was staggering his way to the bathroom when he tripped over his own feet. He would have smashed face-first into the dirty tile floor, but someone caught him. His saviour had strong shoulders and a narrow waist, and there was just something about the way he felt under Yunho’s hands...
It was so easy to press his nose against the other man’s neck, run his hands up under the other man’s thin t-shirt...
And for the first time in his life, Yunho found himself in a bathroom stall with his hand down someone else’s pants, his lips crushed against someone else’s mouth.
Distantly, he hoped that the other man didn’t mind the chill of Yunho’s wedding band as it slid up and down his heated length.
***
The second time wasn’t really an accident, but it certainly hadn’t been Yunho’s intent when he went out that night.
He was just going out to unwind a bit from the stresses of the day before going home, same as all the other evenings he went out for drinks with his coworkers.
Yunho wasn’t two drinks in before he saw him again.
The straight line of his shoulders... that had supported Yunho’s weight so easily as they’d stumbled their way together into the men’s room.
The curve between his ear and his neck... that had perfectly fit Yunho’s nose and then later his mouth as they’d pulled each other to orgasm.
Yunho could almost taste that smooth, milky skin against his tongue.
“Yo, Jung? You in for another round or what?”
Yunho’s focus was broken, and he was drawn back to his friends.
Another round turned into three, and Yunho didn’t notice the other man again until he saw one of his female coworkers sashay her way over to his table.
The other group welcomed her appearance at their table with a loud cheer, and Yunho would have left her to her own devices except she slid right into the lap of the man Yunho had been eyeing. The man’s hands immediately shot up and away from her body. He held them high with his fingers spread, a sign of surrender...or proof that he wasn’t interested.
Yunho didn’t miss the gleam of a wedding band on the man’s hand, and he subconsciously rubbed at his own ring in response, remembering those long fingers from last week the way they stroked his chest and stomach...before they were pushing into his boxers and sliding out of sight.
His coworker wound her pretty arms around the man’s neck and she leaned in to coo into his ear, but his hands stayed up and away from her.
Her expression turned a little obstinate and maybe it wasn’t a big deal, but Yunho suddenly felt compelled to go over and intervene. Whether it was on behalf of his coworker or on behalf of her victim, he couldn’t say.
His coworker was a little more tipsy than Yunho had originally thought, and it took some creative flattery plus quite a bit of physical wrangling to convince her to give up the fight and just go home for the night. He let her call him ‘oppa’, even though she was three years older, and he let her grope him a bit, even though she wasn’t that drunk, and then he cheerfully shoved her in a cab and sent her off.
“My knight in shining armour...”
Yunho turned back towards the pub entrance to see that the speaker was none other than Jina’s victim. He was silhouetted against the light from the door, and Yunho could only make out the incredibly masculine shape of his body.
“Sorry about that, she gets--”
The other man stalked straight up to Yunho and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
“I think I should thank you for saving my virtue,” he said... against Yunho’s lips.
Yunho chuckled, low and throatier than usual.
“I don’t think your ‘virtue’ is what I saved.” Yunho put his hand over the other man’s and felt the ring on his fourth finger. “But I’ll accept your thanks.”
Yunho’s words were practically spoken into the other man’s mouth.
He felt more than saw the other man smile, and then he was being led by the belt into the parking lot. The man pushed him up against the side of an Audi Q7, tall enough to block them from a casual viewer, and sealed his lips to Yunho’s as he made quick work of his pants.
“My name is Jaejoong,” he said when he pulled away from the kiss.
Yunho started to speak but the man, Jaejoong, interrupted him before he could get more than two words out.
“I wanted to make sure that you don’t forget it when I blow... your mind.”
Yunho threw his head back and laughed for real at the cheesy line. Jaejoong smiled at him and pecked his nose.
“But really, I’m going to blow you, right here, so, you should brace yourself.”
In one surprisingly graceful gesture, Jaejoong sank to his knees and brought Yunho’s underwear and pants down with him. Yunho’s cock was already half hard and Jaejoong hummed a little at the sight of it. He leaned forward, ghosting over the proud organ, and pressed his nose against Yunho’s lower abdomen, just above the thatch of wiry black hair at the apex of his thighs. He inhaled deeply as he nuzzled closer, and Yunho’s cock slid against Jaejoong’s smooth shaven cheek as it swelled fully.
Jaejoong’s mouth was hot and wet, and his lips were soft and plush, and Yunho tried not to pull Jaejoong’s hair as he buried his hands in it.
Yunho’s orgasm ripped through him, quick and a little shocking. He doubled over from the force of it, folding Jaejoong tightly into his embrace and cradling Jaejoong’s head to his stomach.
Jaejoong laughed lightly and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to the base of Yunho’s softening cock. Then he untangled himself from Yunho’s limbs and helped Yunho pull his pants back up before he stood to stretch out the kinks in his back and neck.
“Do you--?” Yunho was having a little bit of trouble stringing words together, but he did manage to reach for Jaejoong’s stomach, and he felt how tense his muscles were.
Jaejoong shook his head ‘no’ and just brought Yunho’s hand up to kiss his palm.
“I need to get back to my friends. You be sure to recover before you drive home.”
Yunho smirked at Jaejoong as he climbed into the Audi.
“I’ll see you around.”
It wasn’t a question.
***
The third time, Yunho went looking for Jaejoong, and he couldn’t deny the reason why.
He’d had a fight with his spouse over the phone just before he got off work and he was looking to blow off some steam before heading home.
The last time he’d seen Jaejoong, Yunho had noted that Jaejoong was still wearing his office ID badge, and the address for his company was a building two blocks south of Yunho’s firm. There was a pretty popular restaurant on the ground floor of that building, with some good happy hour deals, and Yunho was banking on finding Jaejoong there.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, coming up behind Jaejoong at the bar.
Jaejoong turned sharply but didn’t look too surprised.
“Stalker.”
“I prefer to call it ‘determined courting’.” Yunho smiled winningly.
Jaejoong gazed at Yunho for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he grabbed Yunho’s left hand and held it up, displaying his wedding band.
“Courting?”
Yunho reached out with his free hand and hooked Jaejoong’s ring finger, heavy with a platinum ring of its own, and gave it a little tug.
“Guarding your ‘virtue’?”
Jaejoong’s lips quirked up into a lopsided smile.
Yunho bought him a drink, which quickly turned into three. And soon they were matching each other shot for shot of Grey Goose.
Jaejoong turned out to be a very affectionate drunk. He smiled winningly and played with the cuff of Yunho's sleeve while they chatted. By his third shot of vodka, he had practically crawled into Yunho's lap... except that they were still standing at the bar. His normally pale skin looked flushed and warm, his wide eyes were impossibly round, and his pretty, pretty lips were slightly pursed into the most adorable pout that Yunho had ever seen.
"I would like to take advantage of you, Jaejoong," he said quietly, using formal language.
Jaejoong 'hmm'-ed and tossed back his fourth shot before leaning forward and forcefully sealing his mouth against Yunho's, sharing the vodka between them.
"Do you need to say good-bye to anyone?" Yunho mumbled, barely letting his lips leave Jaejoong's.
"No," Jaejoong replied. "But my husband took my car today, so..." He rested his hand lightly on Yunho’s stomach, suggestively near the button of Yunho’s pants, and he looked coyly up at Yunho through his thick eyelashes. “Are we going to have to visit the bathroom again?”
Yunho was quick to grab Jaejoong’s wrist and tug his hand away.
Off balance, Jaejoong stumbled forward to crash into Yunho’s chest.
“I don’t want to hear about your husband, and I don’t want another bathroom handjob.” Yunho spoke quietly, as he looked around, making sure that no one was watching them. Then he leaned down until his lips were touching the shell of Jaejoong’s ear. “I want to fuck you raw.”
Jaejoong jerked back a bit to look Yunho in the eye. After a beat, he smirked, smooth and sultry.
“Hard and dirty.” His tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Just the way I like it.”
Yunho almost threw Jaejoong over his shoulder to bodily haul him out of the restaurant, but he managed to restrain himself.
“My car is a couple of blocks away...”
“My office is upstairs.”
It was Yunho’s turn to jerk back to stare at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong’s gaze was steady, a silent challenge.
Yunho bared his teeth in a feral grin.
“You better have a sturdy desk.”
As soon as they closed the door to Jaejoong’s office behind them, Yunho picked him up with one arm around his waist and all but threw him onto the smooth oak surface laid out before them. Jaejoong leaned back right where he was deposited, showing off the long, lean line of his body, and then he very deliberately brought one foot up onto his desk to spread his legs even further.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong behind his knees and pulled his ass to the very edge of the desk, slotting himself firmly into the juncture between Jaejoong’s thighs. He rolled his hips down, grinding his clothed erection against Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong made a breathy little noise, his eyes drifting shut as his head lolled back.
A sharp smack on his flank brought his gaze immediately back to Yunho.
“Don’t look away from me. I want you know who’s making you whine like that.”
Jaejoong pushed himself up to a sitting position, leaned forward very slowly, and then nipped at Yunho’s jaw with his teeth. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was sharp enough to make Yunho suck in a breath of air. He turned in towards Jaejoong, grabbed his chin roughly, and crushed their mouths together. The kiss was aggressive, and Jaejoong nipped at Yunho’s tongue and his lower lip too, albeit a little more playfully.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and tugged him completely off the desk to stand on his own two feet.
Jaejoong’s chest was heaving like he’d run a marathon, and he rested his forehead against Yunho’s collarbone for a second. He raised his head and met Yunho’s gaze steadily, like he was challenging him, daring him. Then Jaejoong brought his hands up to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, but Yunho batted his hands away before he’d gotten more than the top two undone.
“Pant’s down,” Yunho growled. “Don’t bother with the rest.”
Jaejoong drew his lower lip between his teeth and gave Yunho a cute look before dropping his pants, boxers and all.
Yunho spun Jaejoong around and placed his hands firmly on the desk.
“I’m going to fuck you, right here, so you better brace yourself.”
He knelt down and spit into the cleft of Jaejoong’s ass. Then he buried his face in it and tongued the tiny hole hidden within. It was quick and messy. He had saliva dripping down his chin, but Yunho was diving into Jaejoong’s ass aggressively, licking, sucking, and thrusting his tongue inside the second Jaejoong relaxed enough to let him. Yunho pressed one finger, and then two, into Jaejoong beside his tongue, and spread the wetness both deep inside and across the puckered skin of Jaejoong’s entrance.
Jaejoong pushed his hips back to the rhythm of Yunho’s probing.
“I thought,” he gasped out between whimpers, “you wanted me to watch you while you fucked me.”
Yunho stood up suddenly and grabbed the back of Jaejoong’s head. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough that he could make Jaejoong look up at the window. With the blinds up, Yunho and Jaejoong were reflected perfectly in the glass.
“Watch there,” he commanded. “Don’t take your eyes off that window.”
Jaejoong swallowed hard but kept his head still, eyes forward.
Yunho blew a kiss over Jaejoong’s shoulder at his reflection while he reached down to undo his own pants, hurriedly pushing them down only enough to free his rigid cock. He licked the palm of his hand wetly and then spat into it to ensure there was enough liquid. He fisted his cock roughly, giving a few tugs to take the edge off and to lube himself as best he could. Running the fat head of his cock across Jaejoong’s puckered entrance a couple of times was all the warning he gave before he suddenly pushed his way inside.
A high, desperate whine escaped from Jaejoong, but he flexed and bore down, opening himself up to allow Yunho easy entrance into his body.
And as promised, Yunho fucked him hard and dirty. The first few thrusts pushed Jaejoong’s thighs sharply into the edge of his desk, so he had to use both hands for leverage to push back into Yunho. Each snap of Yunho’s hips pushed a needy whimper from Jaejoong’s lips, but he never broke his gaze from Yunho’s in the window.
“Yunho. The name you want to scream when you come,” Yunho growled straight into Jaejoong’s ear, “Is. Jung. Yun. Ho.”
He punctuated each syllable with particularly hard, deep thrusts.
Jaejoong obligingly screamed Yunho’s name when he came. He kept his eyes open, locked on the reflection of Yunho’s face.
***
It soon became something of a regular pattern between Yunho and Jaejoong, seeking each other out after work for a quick fuck or blowjob in a secluded room or a back alley somewhere between their offices.
Part of Yunho understood that this behaviour was strange and more than slightly inappropriate, but he rationalized it to himself by arguing that it wasn’t premeditated. In fact, though unspoken, the decision not to plan anything in advance was deliberate, either they found each other or they didn’t. If they started planning these clandestine meetings, they’d be crossing a line that Yunho wasn’t sure he was comfortable with crossing.
Then, one night, while Yunho was getting ready for bed, his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sexy.”
Yunho pulled his phone away from his ear to stare at the caller display. He didn’t recognize the number.
“Jaejoong?” he asked after a pause.
“Mm.” Jaejoong sounded breathier than usual.
“Jaejoong, what are you doing? How are you calling me?”
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to talk to me?”
Yunho was silent for a moment, at a loss. He didn’t know what Jaejoong was playing at now. This was definitely something new and he wasn’t sure where it was going, wasn’t sure he was going to like it.
“We agreed not to bring this home, Jaejoong. I’m getting ready for bed.”
Jaejoong hummed again, and Yunho could hear the rustle of fabric before Jaejoong moaned, long and low.
“I was thinking of you, and I got all hard.”
A little ‘ping’ signaled an incoming picture message on his phone, and Yunho pulled it down to open the attachment.
It was a picture of Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around his thick erection, thin precum already leaking from the tip.
“I thought you should take responsibility,” said Jaejoong when Yunho put the phone back to his ear.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was low, but not with lust. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jaejoong cried out sharply and then subsided to soft panting.
“Afraid someone will catch you?” he asked, whimpering.
“No, I’m home alone.”
There was a soft laugh and then Jaejoong was chanting Yunho’s name under his breath.
Yunho’s legs felt weak and he almost fell onto the bed.
“Touch yourself, Yunho.” There was a slight whine in Jaejoong’s voice, but also a hint of command. “I know you’re hard too. Slide your hand down and just grab your cock.”
Yunho set the phone on speaker and put it on his night table. He laid back and did as he was bid, holding his erection for a moment, relishing in the heat from his hand.
“Touch your balls. Lightly.” Jaejoong sounded stern. “Are they pulling in tight yet? I wish I could suck on them, pull them into my mouth one at a time...”
“They’re full, heavy.” Yunho stuttered a little bit, unfamiliar with this style of speaking. “Holding a load meant for your mouth.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“I’m sorry I had to leave early yesterday. I missed tasting you, if it’s any consolation. Missed feeling your huge cock stretching me wide...”
The sound of fabric rustling was getting louder.
“What if I had wanted your cock inside me yesterday?”
There was silence from Jaejoong.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
Yunho thought about the last time Jaejoong had topped, tried to picture it in detail so that he could describe it. His left hand was still wrapped around his cock, but his right hand had travelled down from fondling his balls to pushing insistently against his hole.
“I want your cock,” he said, no stutter. “I want your thick, hard rod shoved so deep inside me that I can almost taste it. I want you to fuck me until you paint my ass white, mark me with your come. I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow morning.”
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Do you have fingers inside you?” Jaejoong made another desperate noise. “Three, shove three fingers into your tight little hole and pump them hard. Fuck. Yunho, I can almost feel it, your body clenching around my cock. Talk to me, talk to me--”
Yunho groaned loudly as he sank one, two, then three fingers into his body. He had applied lube quite liberally all over his groin it was slippery and wet. His fingers squelched obscenely as he pumped them in and out of himself at Jaejoong’s instruction.
“You feel so good inside me, Jaejoong, thick and hot. You’re pulling my legs over your shoulders, bending me in half, pounding me open. I can’t... I need you--”
Both men lost their words and fell to just listening to each other’s pants and grunts as they rushed to their individual orgasms.
Jaejoong was the first to speak after they caught their breath.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing. Home alone again.” Yunho leered even though Jaejoong couldn’t see. “You going to call me?”
“Well, I’m calling you long distance from a hotel in the mountains, so I don’t know if I want another $20 phone sex session.”
Yunho laughed.
“Still cheaper than calling a 1-888 number.”
“True. Better quality service too.”
Yunho could hear the smile in Jaejoong’s voice.
“You want to join me?” Jaejoong asked suddenly. “My company’s paying for the room and I got a suite all to myself. We’re about a ninety minute drive outside of the city.”
It didn’t take Yunho more than a second to think about it.
“I’d love to.”
***
Yunho left work a whole hour early to drive to the ski resort where Jaejoong’s company was having their annual winter retreat.
The roads were clear, no traffic or snow, and Yunho drove casually with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on his gear shift. Because his hand was so obviously in front of him the entire drive up, he couldn’t help but stare at the ring finger on his left hand. It was bare.
He arrived at the hotel in record time and he went straight to Jaejoong’s room.
“No bags?” Jaejoong grinned cheekily at him when he opened the door.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s face and kissed him, tongue slipping into Jaejoong’s mouth with familiarity.
They made their way to the bed, shedding their clothes as they went, but never losing contact at the mouth.
Jaejoong pushed Yunho down onto the soft mattress, and Yunho spread his legs immediately, inviting Jaejoong in. When Jaejoong didn’t move to take the offer immediately, Yunho reached up and pulled Jaejoong down forcefully. He wrapped his long legs around Jaejoong’s narrow hips and thrust up until Jaejoong took over.
There was lube on the nightstand already, and Jaejoong quickly had three fingers pushed into Yunho’s body, stretching him open.
Yunho’s hips rolled with the thrusts of Jaejoong’s fingers, and he alternately flexed and relaxed his inner muscles trying to draw more of Jaejoong into him.
When Yunho’s grunts turned to little whimpers, Jaejoong moved up and sheathed himself inside Yunho in one smooth stroke.
Yunho keened quietly, and Jaejoong pressed harder into him, grinding slowly but deeply.
But Jaejoong didn’t do anymore than that.
As Yunho became accustomed to the sweet fullness of Jaejoong’s cock seated inside his body, he calmed enough to realize that Jaejoong had pulled back to sit on his haunches. He was just watching while Yunho twisted his hips on Jaeojong’s lap, trying to fuck himself on the hard column of Jaejoong’s flesh that was penetrating him.
Yunho stilled and glared up at Jaejoong.
“You do remember how to top, right?”
Jaejoong gave him an exasperated look, but his smile took the sting out of it.
Yunho reached for Jaejoong, and Jaejoong captured his hands in his own, lacing their fingers together. He tucked their hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss Yunho’s mouth.
When Jaejoong straightened back up, Yunho felt a familiar weight on his left ring finger.
He looked up at his hands, splayed wide on Jaejoong’s muscled abdomen. His platinum wedding band gleamed at him. The matching ring sat on Jaejoong’s left hand, which was resting lightly on Yunho’s forearm.
“You left your ring on the bathroom counter four days ago. I’ve been wearing it along with mine, and I was waiting to see when you’d notice it was gone, you jerk.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and tried to look cute.
“You ambushed me when you got here hoping I’d be too distracted to notice that you’d lost your ring, didn’t you?”
Yunho gazed quietly at Jaejoong for a second. He could tell that his husband was more amused than mad. He was just playing game. Like the other games they’d been playing all month, picking each other up at bars, having sex in public, experimenting with dominance. They’d thought it was a one-off the first time, an error in judgement caused by alcohol. But then it became a little bit addictive.
The risk and danger of getting caught.
The sex, crude and raw.
Yunho tightened his thighs around Jaejoong’s hips and with one deft twist reversed their positions without dislodging Jaejoong’s cock from his body.
“I ambushed you when I got here because your stupid $20 phone call last night made me really... Desperately... Frantically...” Yunho lifted himself up and dropped himself hard onto Jaejoong to make his point. “Needed... to feel your thick, rigid, cock, pushing into my body, invading me, owning me, marking me...” Yunho trailed off into a whine as he began to ride Jaejoong roughly.
“Fuck, I love you,” Jaejoong gasped, bracing his feet against the bed to thrust up into Yunho with powerful movements. “You’re mine, Jung Yunho. Say it!”
Yunho fell forward, bracing his hands on Jaejoong’s pecs, and Jaejoong took one hand off Yunho’s hip to grip Yunho’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Their rings looked so pretty against the combination of their skin tones, tanned and pale.
“Yours. Make me yours, Jaejoong.”
And Yunho came, roaring his husband’s name.
rating: NC-17
genre: unrepentant smut, AU
warnings: a lot of swearing, a little bit of rough-ish sex
summary: It started off as one tiny indiscretion, a quick and dirty handjob in a bathroom inspired by alcohol and lust. Neither intended it to continue. But one time was followed by two, then three, and Yunho felt like they were losing control.
4133 wc
author's note: to fulfill happy_girl89's request for 'smut' and 'adultery'. Happy Holidays! ♥
The first time had, quite honestly, been something of an accident.
Yunho’s coworkers had dragged him out after a late night at the office and they’d all gotten completely and utterly shitfaced. Yunho was staggering his way to the bathroom when he tripped over his own feet. He would have smashed face-first into the dirty tile floor, but someone caught him. His saviour had strong shoulders and a narrow waist, and there was just something about the way he felt under Yunho’s hands...
It was so easy to press his nose against the other man’s neck, run his hands up under the other man’s thin t-shirt...
And for the first time in his life, Yunho found himself in a bathroom stall with his hand down someone else’s pants, his lips crushed against someone else’s mouth.
Distantly, he hoped that the other man didn’t mind the chill of Yunho’s wedding band as it slid up and down his heated length.
***
The second time wasn’t really an accident, but it certainly hadn’t been Yunho’s intent when he went out that night.
He was just going out to unwind a bit from the stresses of the day before going home, same as all the other evenings he went out for drinks with his coworkers.
Yunho wasn’t two drinks in before he saw him again.
The straight line of his shoulders... that had supported Yunho’s weight so easily as they’d stumbled their way together into the men’s room.
The curve between his ear and his neck... that had perfectly fit Yunho’s nose and then later his mouth as they’d pulled each other to orgasm.
Yunho could almost taste that smooth, milky skin against his tongue.
“Yo, Jung? You in for another round or what?”
Yunho’s focus was broken, and he was drawn back to his friends.
Another round turned into three, and Yunho didn’t notice the other man again until he saw one of his female coworkers sashay her way over to his table.
The other group welcomed her appearance at their table with a loud cheer, and Yunho would have left her to her own devices except she slid right into the lap of the man Yunho had been eyeing. The man’s hands immediately shot up and away from her body. He held them high with his fingers spread, a sign of surrender...or proof that he wasn’t interested.
Yunho didn’t miss the gleam of a wedding band on the man’s hand, and he subconsciously rubbed at his own ring in response, remembering those long fingers from last week the way they stroked his chest and stomach...before they were pushing into his boxers and sliding out of sight.
His coworker wound her pretty arms around the man’s neck and she leaned in to coo into his ear, but his hands stayed up and away from her.
Her expression turned a little obstinate and maybe it wasn’t a big deal, but Yunho suddenly felt compelled to go over and intervene. Whether it was on behalf of his coworker or on behalf of her victim, he couldn’t say.
His coworker was a little more tipsy than Yunho had originally thought, and it took some creative flattery plus quite a bit of physical wrangling to convince her to give up the fight and just go home for the night. He let her call him ‘oppa’, even though she was three years older, and he let her grope him a bit, even though she wasn’t that drunk, and then he cheerfully shoved her in a cab and sent her off.
“My knight in shining armour...”
Yunho turned back towards the pub entrance to see that the speaker was none other than Jina’s victim. He was silhouetted against the light from the door, and Yunho could only make out the incredibly masculine shape of his body.
“Sorry about that, she gets--”
The other man stalked straight up to Yunho and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
“I think I should thank you for saving my virtue,” he said... against Yunho’s lips.
Yunho chuckled, low and throatier than usual.
“I don’t think your ‘virtue’ is what I saved.” Yunho put his hand over the other man’s and felt the ring on his fourth finger. “But I’ll accept your thanks.”
Yunho’s words were practically spoken into the other man’s mouth.
He felt more than saw the other man smile, and then he was being led by the belt into the parking lot. The man pushed him up against the side of an Audi Q7, tall enough to block them from a casual viewer, and sealed his lips to Yunho’s as he made quick work of his pants.
“My name is Jaejoong,” he said when he pulled away from the kiss.
Yunho started to speak but the man, Jaejoong, interrupted him before he could get more than two words out.
“I wanted to make sure that you don’t forget it when I blow... your mind.”
Yunho threw his head back and laughed for real at the cheesy line. Jaejoong smiled at him and pecked his nose.
“But really, I’m going to blow you, right here, so, you should brace yourself.”
In one surprisingly graceful gesture, Jaejoong sank to his knees and brought Yunho’s underwear and pants down with him. Yunho’s cock was already half hard and Jaejoong hummed a little at the sight of it. He leaned forward, ghosting over the proud organ, and pressed his nose against Yunho’s lower abdomen, just above the thatch of wiry black hair at the apex of his thighs. He inhaled deeply as he nuzzled closer, and Yunho’s cock slid against Jaejoong’s smooth shaven cheek as it swelled fully.
Jaejoong’s mouth was hot and wet, and his lips were soft and plush, and Yunho tried not to pull Jaejoong’s hair as he buried his hands in it.
Yunho’s orgasm ripped through him, quick and a little shocking. He doubled over from the force of it, folding Jaejoong tightly into his embrace and cradling Jaejoong’s head to his stomach.
Jaejoong laughed lightly and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to the base of Yunho’s softening cock. Then he untangled himself from Yunho’s limbs and helped Yunho pull his pants back up before he stood to stretch out the kinks in his back and neck.
“Do you--?” Yunho was having a little bit of trouble stringing words together, but he did manage to reach for Jaejoong’s stomach, and he felt how tense his muscles were.
Jaejoong shook his head ‘no’ and just brought Yunho’s hand up to kiss his palm.
“I need to get back to my friends. You be sure to recover before you drive home.”
Yunho smirked at Jaejoong as he climbed into the Audi.
“I’ll see you around.”
It wasn’t a question.
***
The third time, Yunho went looking for Jaejoong, and he couldn’t deny the reason why.
He’d had a fight with his spouse over the phone just before he got off work and he was looking to blow off some steam before heading home.
The last time he’d seen Jaejoong, Yunho had noted that Jaejoong was still wearing his office ID badge, and the address for his company was a building two blocks south of Yunho’s firm. There was a pretty popular restaurant on the ground floor of that building, with some good happy hour deals, and Yunho was banking on finding Jaejoong there.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, coming up behind Jaejoong at the bar.
Jaejoong turned sharply but didn’t look too surprised.
“Stalker.”
“I prefer to call it ‘determined courting’.” Yunho smiled winningly.
Jaejoong gazed at Yunho for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he grabbed Yunho’s left hand and held it up, displaying his wedding band.
“Courting?”
Yunho reached out with his free hand and hooked Jaejoong’s ring finger, heavy with a platinum ring of its own, and gave it a little tug.
“Guarding your ‘virtue’?”
Jaejoong’s lips quirked up into a lopsided smile.
Yunho bought him a drink, which quickly turned into three. And soon they were matching each other shot for shot of Grey Goose.
Jaejoong turned out to be a very affectionate drunk. He smiled winningly and played with the cuff of Yunho's sleeve while they chatted. By his third shot of vodka, he had practically crawled into Yunho's lap... except that they were still standing at the bar. His normally pale skin looked flushed and warm, his wide eyes were impossibly round, and his pretty, pretty lips were slightly pursed into the most adorable pout that Yunho had ever seen.
"I would like to take advantage of you, Jaejoong," he said quietly, using formal language.
Jaejoong 'hmm'-ed and tossed back his fourth shot before leaning forward and forcefully sealing his mouth against Yunho's, sharing the vodka between them.
"Do you need to say good-bye to anyone?" Yunho mumbled, barely letting his lips leave Jaejoong's.
"No," Jaejoong replied. "But my husband took my car today, so..." He rested his hand lightly on Yunho’s stomach, suggestively near the button of Yunho’s pants, and he looked coyly up at Yunho through his thick eyelashes. “Are we going to have to visit the bathroom again?”
Yunho was quick to grab Jaejoong’s wrist and tug his hand away.
Off balance, Jaejoong stumbled forward to crash into Yunho’s chest.
“I don’t want to hear about your husband, and I don’t want another bathroom handjob.” Yunho spoke quietly, as he looked around, making sure that no one was watching them. Then he leaned down until his lips were touching the shell of Jaejoong’s ear. “I want to fuck you raw.”
Jaejoong jerked back a bit to look Yunho in the eye. After a beat, he smirked, smooth and sultry.
“Hard and dirty.” His tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Just the way I like it.”
Yunho almost threw Jaejoong over his shoulder to bodily haul him out of the restaurant, but he managed to restrain himself.
“My car is a couple of blocks away...”
“My office is upstairs.”
It was Yunho’s turn to jerk back to stare at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong’s gaze was steady, a silent challenge.
Yunho bared his teeth in a feral grin.
“You better have a sturdy desk.”
As soon as they closed the door to Jaejoong’s office behind them, Yunho picked him up with one arm around his waist and all but threw him onto the smooth oak surface laid out before them. Jaejoong leaned back right where he was deposited, showing off the long, lean line of his body, and then he very deliberately brought one foot up onto his desk to spread his legs even further.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong behind his knees and pulled his ass to the very edge of the desk, slotting himself firmly into the juncture between Jaejoong’s thighs. He rolled his hips down, grinding his clothed erection against Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong made a breathy little noise, his eyes drifting shut as his head lolled back.
A sharp smack on his flank brought his gaze immediately back to Yunho.
“Don’t look away from me. I want you know who’s making you whine like that.”
Jaejoong pushed himself up to a sitting position, leaned forward very slowly, and then nipped at Yunho’s jaw with his teeth. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was sharp enough to make Yunho suck in a breath of air. He turned in towards Jaejoong, grabbed his chin roughly, and crushed their mouths together. The kiss was aggressive, and Jaejoong nipped at Yunho’s tongue and his lower lip too, albeit a little more playfully.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and tugged him completely off the desk to stand on his own two feet.
Jaejoong’s chest was heaving like he’d run a marathon, and he rested his forehead against Yunho’s collarbone for a second. He raised his head and met Yunho’s gaze steadily, like he was challenging him, daring him. Then Jaejoong brought his hands up to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, but Yunho batted his hands away before he’d gotten more than the top two undone.
“Pant’s down,” Yunho growled. “Don’t bother with the rest.”
Jaejoong drew his lower lip between his teeth and gave Yunho a cute look before dropping his pants, boxers and all.
Yunho spun Jaejoong around and placed his hands firmly on the desk.
“I’m going to fuck you, right here, so you better brace yourself.”
He knelt down and spit into the cleft of Jaejoong’s ass. Then he buried his face in it and tongued the tiny hole hidden within. It was quick and messy. He had saliva dripping down his chin, but Yunho was diving into Jaejoong’s ass aggressively, licking, sucking, and thrusting his tongue inside the second Jaejoong relaxed enough to let him. Yunho pressed one finger, and then two, into Jaejoong beside his tongue, and spread the wetness both deep inside and across the puckered skin of Jaejoong’s entrance.
Jaejoong pushed his hips back to the rhythm of Yunho’s probing.
“I thought,” he gasped out between whimpers, “you wanted me to watch you while you fucked me.”
Yunho stood up suddenly and grabbed the back of Jaejoong’s head. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough that he could make Jaejoong look up at the window. With the blinds up, Yunho and Jaejoong were reflected perfectly in the glass.
“Watch there,” he commanded. “Don’t take your eyes off that window.”
Jaejoong swallowed hard but kept his head still, eyes forward.
Yunho blew a kiss over Jaejoong’s shoulder at his reflection while he reached down to undo his own pants, hurriedly pushing them down only enough to free his rigid cock. He licked the palm of his hand wetly and then spat into it to ensure there was enough liquid. He fisted his cock roughly, giving a few tugs to take the edge off and to lube himself as best he could. Running the fat head of his cock across Jaejoong’s puckered entrance a couple of times was all the warning he gave before he suddenly pushed his way inside.
A high, desperate whine escaped from Jaejoong, but he flexed and bore down, opening himself up to allow Yunho easy entrance into his body.
And as promised, Yunho fucked him hard and dirty. The first few thrusts pushed Jaejoong’s thighs sharply into the edge of his desk, so he had to use both hands for leverage to push back into Yunho. Each snap of Yunho’s hips pushed a needy whimper from Jaejoong’s lips, but he never broke his gaze from Yunho’s in the window.
“Yunho. The name you want to scream when you come,” Yunho growled straight into Jaejoong’s ear, “Is. Jung. Yun. Ho.”
He punctuated each syllable with particularly hard, deep thrusts.
Jaejoong obligingly screamed Yunho’s name when he came. He kept his eyes open, locked on the reflection of Yunho’s face.
***
It soon became something of a regular pattern between Yunho and Jaejoong, seeking each other out after work for a quick fuck or blowjob in a secluded room or a back alley somewhere between their offices.
Part of Yunho understood that this behaviour was strange and more than slightly inappropriate, but he rationalized it to himself by arguing that it wasn’t premeditated. In fact, though unspoken, the decision not to plan anything in advance was deliberate, either they found each other or they didn’t. If they started planning these clandestine meetings, they’d be crossing a line that Yunho wasn’t sure he was comfortable with crossing.
Then, one night, while Yunho was getting ready for bed, his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sexy.”
Yunho pulled his phone away from his ear to stare at the caller display. He didn’t recognize the number.
“Jaejoong?” he asked after a pause.
“Mm.” Jaejoong sounded breathier than usual.
“Jaejoong, what are you doing? How are you calling me?”
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to talk to me?”
Yunho was silent for a moment, at a loss. He didn’t know what Jaejoong was playing at now. This was definitely something new and he wasn’t sure where it was going, wasn’t sure he was going to like it.
“We agreed not to bring this home, Jaejoong. I’m getting ready for bed.”
Jaejoong hummed again, and Yunho could hear the rustle of fabric before Jaejoong moaned, long and low.
“I was thinking of you, and I got all hard.”
A little ‘ping’ signaled an incoming picture message on his phone, and Yunho pulled it down to open the attachment.
It was a picture of Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around his thick erection, thin precum already leaking from the tip.
“I thought you should take responsibility,” said Jaejoong when Yunho put the phone back to his ear.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was low, but not with lust. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jaejoong cried out sharply and then subsided to soft panting.
“Afraid someone will catch you?” he asked, whimpering.
“No, I’m home alone.”
There was a soft laugh and then Jaejoong was chanting Yunho’s name under his breath.
Yunho’s legs felt weak and he almost fell onto the bed.
“Touch yourself, Yunho.” There was a slight whine in Jaejoong’s voice, but also a hint of command. “I know you’re hard too. Slide your hand down and just grab your cock.”
Yunho set the phone on speaker and put it on his night table. He laid back and did as he was bid, holding his erection for a moment, relishing in the heat from his hand.
“Touch your balls. Lightly.” Jaejoong sounded stern. “Are they pulling in tight yet? I wish I could suck on them, pull them into my mouth one at a time...”
“They’re full, heavy.” Yunho stuttered a little bit, unfamiliar with this style of speaking. “Holding a load meant for your mouth.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“I’m sorry I had to leave early yesterday. I missed tasting you, if it’s any consolation. Missed feeling your huge cock stretching me wide...”
The sound of fabric rustling was getting louder.
“What if I had wanted your cock inside me yesterday?”
There was silence from Jaejoong.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
Yunho thought about the last time Jaejoong had topped, tried to picture it in detail so that he could describe it. His left hand was still wrapped around his cock, but his right hand had travelled down from fondling his balls to pushing insistently against his hole.
“I want your cock,” he said, no stutter. “I want your thick, hard rod shoved so deep inside me that I can almost taste it. I want you to fuck me until you paint my ass white, mark me with your come. I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow morning.”
Jaejoong whimpered.
“Do you have fingers inside you?” Jaejoong made another desperate noise. “Three, shove three fingers into your tight little hole and pump them hard. Fuck. Yunho, I can almost feel it, your body clenching around my cock. Talk to me, talk to me--”
Yunho groaned loudly as he sank one, two, then three fingers into his body. He had applied lube quite liberally all over his groin it was slippery and wet. His fingers squelched obscenely as he pumped them in and out of himself at Jaejoong’s instruction.
“You feel so good inside me, Jaejoong, thick and hot. You’re pulling my legs over your shoulders, bending me in half, pounding me open. I can’t... I need you--”
Both men lost their words and fell to just listening to each other’s pants and grunts as they rushed to their individual orgasms.
Jaejoong was the first to speak after they caught their breath.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing. Home alone again.” Yunho leered even though Jaejoong couldn’t see. “You going to call me?”
“Well, I’m calling you long distance from a hotel in the mountains, so I don’t know if I want another $20 phone sex session.”
Yunho laughed.
“Still cheaper than calling a 1-888 number.”
“True. Better quality service too.”
Yunho could hear the smile in Jaejoong’s voice.
“You want to join me?” Jaejoong asked suddenly. “My company’s paying for the room and I got a suite all to myself. We’re about a ninety minute drive outside of the city.”
It didn’t take Yunho more than a second to think about it.
“I’d love to.”
***
Yunho left work a whole hour early to drive to the ski resort where Jaejoong’s company was having their annual winter retreat.
The roads were clear, no traffic or snow, and Yunho drove casually with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on his gear shift. Because his hand was so obviously in front of him the entire drive up, he couldn’t help but stare at the ring finger on his left hand. It was bare.
He arrived at the hotel in record time and he went straight to Jaejoong’s room.
“No bags?” Jaejoong grinned cheekily at him when he opened the door.
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s face and kissed him, tongue slipping into Jaejoong’s mouth with familiarity.
They made their way to the bed, shedding their clothes as they went, but never losing contact at the mouth.
Jaejoong pushed Yunho down onto the soft mattress, and Yunho spread his legs immediately, inviting Jaejoong in. When Jaejoong didn’t move to take the offer immediately, Yunho reached up and pulled Jaejoong down forcefully. He wrapped his long legs around Jaejoong’s narrow hips and thrust up until Jaejoong took over.
There was lube on the nightstand already, and Jaejoong quickly had three fingers pushed into Yunho’s body, stretching him open.
Yunho’s hips rolled with the thrusts of Jaejoong’s fingers, and he alternately flexed and relaxed his inner muscles trying to draw more of Jaejoong into him.
When Yunho’s grunts turned to little whimpers, Jaejoong moved up and sheathed himself inside Yunho in one smooth stroke.
Yunho keened quietly, and Jaejoong pressed harder into him, grinding slowly but deeply.
But Jaejoong didn’t do anymore than that.
As Yunho became accustomed to the sweet fullness of Jaejoong’s cock seated inside his body, he calmed enough to realize that Jaejoong had pulled back to sit on his haunches. He was just watching while Yunho twisted his hips on Jaeojong’s lap, trying to fuck himself on the hard column of Jaejoong’s flesh that was penetrating him.
Yunho stilled and glared up at Jaejoong.
“You do remember how to top, right?”
Jaejoong gave him an exasperated look, but his smile took the sting out of it.
Yunho reached for Jaejoong, and Jaejoong captured his hands in his own, lacing their fingers together. He tucked their hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss Yunho’s mouth.
When Jaejoong straightened back up, Yunho felt a familiar weight on his left ring finger.
He looked up at his hands, splayed wide on Jaejoong’s muscled abdomen. His platinum wedding band gleamed at him. The matching ring sat on Jaejoong’s left hand, which was resting lightly on Yunho’s forearm.
“You left your ring on the bathroom counter four days ago. I’ve been wearing it along with mine, and I was waiting to see when you’d notice it was gone, you jerk.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and tried to look cute.
“You ambushed me when you got here hoping I’d be too distracted to notice that you’d lost your ring, didn’t you?”
Yunho gazed quietly at Jaejoong for a second. He could tell that his husband was more amused than mad. He was just playing game. Like the other games they’d been playing all month, picking each other up at bars, having sex in public, experimenting with dominance. They’d thought it was a one-off the first time, an error in judgement caused by alcohol. But then it became a little bit addictive.
The risk and danger of getting caught.
The sex, crude and raw.
Yunho tightened his thighs around Jaejoong’s hips and with one deft twist reversed their positions without dislodging Jaejoong’s cock from his body.
“I ambushed you when I got here because your stupid $20 phone call last night made me really... Desperately... Frantically...” Yunho lifted himself up and dropped himself hard onto Jaejoong to make his point. “Needed... to feel your thick, rigid, cock, pushing into my body, invading me, owning me, marking me...” Yunho trailed off into a whine as he began to ride Jaejoong roughly.
“Fuck, I love you,” Jaejoong gasped, bracing his feet against the bed to thrust up into Yunho with powerful movements. “You’re mine, Jung Yunho. Say it!”
Yunho fell forward, bracing his hands on Jaejoong’s pecs, and Jaejoong took one hand off Yunho’s hip to grip Yunho’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Their rings looked so pretty against the combination of their skin tones, tanned and pale.
“Yours. Make me yours, Jaejoong.”
And Yunho came, roaring his husband’s name.