Where were you all my life? 15/?
Summary:
Kim Jaejoong owns a construction company and that forces him to do business with the mafia even if he himself tries to remain within the law. However, some of the mafia men don’t appreciate that and keep threatening him. That’s why he hired Changmin, Junsu and Yoochun who are responsible for his security.
Jung Yunho is a cop specialized in domestic violence and sex crimes. During the chase of a sex offender he found himself thrown in a bigger investigation involving a paedophile/mafia man named Kim Jaejoong. As if that wasn’t enough he’s being framed for the murder of the sex offender and the mafia is blackmailing him with the evidence on his innocence to do one job for them: kill Jaejoong. Why? Because even the mafia wants him to bring down Kim Jaejoong.
And so their paths collided.
Warnings: mention rape and abuse, some violence, possibility of smutt in the near future, like NOW!
Pairings: Yunjae, little hints of Yoosu
Chapter 1 - Jaejoong Intro, Chapter 2 - Attempted Rape, Chapter 3 - Payback Rape, Chapter 4 - Yunho Intro, Chapter 5 - Yunho Intro, Chapter 6 - Framed and Blackmailed, Chapter 7 - Framed and Blackmailed, Chapter 8 - Aftermath, Chapter 9 - Method of Interrogation A, Chapter 10 - Method of Interrogation B, Chapter 11 - Unexpected Rescue, Chapter 12 - Talk and Re-enact, Chapter 13 - Surprises, Chapter 14 - Something Changes, …
CHAPTER 15 - I REMEMBER FRIDAY
It was a very different Yunho who walked back into the room. Not just the fact that he was clean. There was a calm determination to his movements and to his eyes that had Jaejoong stare at him. Yunho walked up to the table, sat and started eating as if he and Jaejoong did this all the time. Bewildered, Jaejoong continued to stare.
-Not hungry?
-Huh? Oh, I... ah… I didn’t wait for you. -Jaejoong almost blushed when he realised he had stuttered. To keep himself busy, he grabbed a spoon and kept nibbling.
When Yunho finally stopped eating, Jaejoong went and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom.
-Yunho… Look, I … I see you took care of the cuts and bruises you could reach. Any other’s you need help with?
The tall man’s eyes widened in surprise but he kept quiet, just staring at the shorter man.
-As a thank you for saving my life? - Jaejoong added.
Yunho blinked a couple of times, then got up and looked around, before looking at the smaller man again. -Ah, well… Ok. - He took a deep breath, looked around again, then seemed to make up his mind and walked to the bed. With a final unsure look in Jaejoong’s direction he took off the pants and t-shirt and, clad in just a pair of briefs, laid down on the bed.
There was a loud gasp. Yunho looked over his shoulder. Jaejoong was staring in disbelief at his back and legs. There were bruises everywhere in different degrees of colour and some scratches too. The bruised man lifted an eyebrow in a silent question.
-Well, it’s different seeing and imagining. You look worse than I expected. - Said Jaejoong with a mock shrug of shoulders. Carefully he got on the bed, sat on his own legs and started to apply ointment on the bruises, starting at the legs. He slowly moved his way up, trying not to put too much pressure. Jaejoong lost track of time. His arms hurt when he finally reached Yunho’s shoulders. With a sigh of relief he finished covering the last bruise and put the ointment away.
It felt good to stretch his legs after sitting for so long. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth. The slim man blinked when he noticed the toothbrush the other man had used. “Well, there’s something I hadn’t seen in a while. Another toothbrush next to mine. Now if someone could just explain to me what the hell I’m doing, I would really appreciate it.”
After switching to his pyjamas, Jaejoong went to the bed and stared at the sleeping man with an exasperated face. “Oh, yeahh. This is not weird at all. He fell asleep with me giving him a back massage. Not weird at all. I don’t even want to know what those pervert bodyguards think I’m doing here. And heck if I know what I’m doing, especially after what happened this afternoon. I should be returning him to his room but… I really don’t feel like doing that.”
Grabbing blankets and some extra pillows, Jaejoong prepared to sleep. Feeling extra generous he placed a pillow under Yunho’s head and made sure the blankets covered him as well. Just as he was about to lay down his head, he saw the curtains from the balcony door being lifted up with a gush of wind. “Oh, no. Those doors are going to start being under lock and key from now on. Maybe I’ll even put a damn huge fucking wardrobe against that damn balcony door.”
While closing the door, Jaejoong accidently stepped on the blood stain. The slim man jumped in fright at the memory and went to hide on the bed. A few minutes later, his head peaked from under the blankets. He huffed at his childish act and pouted, turning to look at the peacefully sleeping man next to him. “Yep, weird. When he held me against his back, I felt safe even with that scary dude pointing a gun at us.”
A hand sneaked up and Jaejoong pointed a finger at Yunho. “You really scared me Friday night, you know? That’s why I did that. I was really angry at you. And you kept making me angry. But somehow, I don’t feel so angry with you anymore. And I don’t find you scary either. Well, only when you looked at the armed guy; that was scary. And that’s cause I thought you were looking at me like that after telling me those weird things. But considering your gibberish when I took you to have a bath, you probably got one hit too many to your head. Yep, not so scary any more. And I’m not so angry too, you probably have more reasons to be angry with me at this point. You know, I guess I should try this saving someone’s life thing. Apparently it does miracles.” With a final sigh and a little smile, Jaejoong fell asleep.
…
Yoochun went to the kitchen to get some snacks and found a very sad looking Changmin who was just staring at food.
-Are you coming down with something?
-Huh?
-Minie, you are not eating. There’s food in front of you. I repeat: not eating. You are not ok. What’s going on?
-I feel incompetent. And I want to blame Jaejoong. Him and his good looks complex for hiring me to do a job I’m not really good at. I think at least outside of this house we have been successful so far in keeping Jae safe, but these last days were crazy. And this second guy got inside Jae’s room even after we upgraded the security.
-Is this because of what Jae’s pet told you earlier?
-Jae’s pet? - He giggled.
-What should we call him? Earlier you returned to the control room believing Jae was owning that ass again. At dinner he was upset with something. Then when we rushed because of the second intruder, we find our original intruder playing bodyguard for Jae. Besides, did you saw those two? They looked comfortable next to each other. Junsu went to take food upstairs and he told me our newest bodyguard was having a shower in Jae’s bathroom. I assume that means he was not in cuffs, those things don’t do wet very well. You know, I don’t think our boss is still forcing him to anything, anymore. If you know what I mean. - He added with a leer smile and a huge wiggle of eyebrows.
-I think there’s something weird with those two since Saturday morning. But everything that has been happening is weird. If the mafia just wants to control Jaejoong’s company, surely there must be better ways? And just what the hell do we need to do to stop intruders from just walking in here?
-Let’s just get to sleep. We need to rest, after all tomorrow we need to search for a lot of answers.
…
Yunho stretched his body and rubbed his face on the pillow. His body hurt all over the place but he felt less tired. He flexed his muscles to see how he was healing. His legs and arms would recover first. His upper body and head would take longer. He searched for a particular sting but found it gone. Having allowed himself to remember Friday night, he was puzzled why that sting was gone already. It was Sunday night, surely he should still feel it? Then he remembered he was a bit of a lucky guy because he had been forcefully penetrated with lube, which was sort of a luxury. He tried moving a bit more. Ah, there it was. That sting in that place. He was still sore but nothing that bothered him too much, especially compared to how his entire body felt. Just the soft pillow was enough to remind him how black and blue his entire face was.
Yunho was vaguely aware of where he was. However he was too sleepy to care. And yet his eyes searched for the mirror.
“I always topped. Never crossed my mind to be on the receiving end, no one ever suggested that. And frankly, not something I felt curious about. But…
Ah, hell! What happened?
I woke up in this very same bed, restrained and with a naked Kim Jaejoong holding a condom in his hands standing next to the bed. Considering I had tried to rape him, it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was going to do to me.”
Staring at the mirror, the tall man recalled how he had seen the image of the slim man touching himself to hardness. He could also remember the impact of feeling naked skin against naked skin. At that point he had just wanted to free his hands and punch the bastard above him.
“He bite me. Hard. Exactly where I had bite him. Isn’t that what they call poetic justice? Ah, and his words: I am a firm believer in treating people with the same kindness they treat me with. So enjoy! I am only going to do to you what you tried doing to me.
I was so scared of how much he would surely hurt me that I was even capable of frustrating his attempts to penetrate me. And that’s when I felt the first slap.”
Yunho hide his face in the pillow, away from his own eyes in the mirror.
“How is it possible? How? My job is to send to jail people who hurt others: rapists, husbands who hit their wives. I always wanted to be able to kick those men for the pain they caused. Too many cases that had me drinking to forget bruises and tears caused by some sick bastard that got his high that way.
I never had rough sex with my boyfriends and after I started working as a cop, it became something out of the question. I don’t feel pleasure with hurting someone.”
The cop turned his face to the other side of the bed where a soft breathing could be heard.
“Present company excluded. This guy is too beautiful. Even if I despised him I still felt sexually attracted. But that attempt was stupid and what got me into this mess. Too bad for me that this guy has a temper worse than mine.”
He turned his eyes back to the mirror. Inside his head, the man slowly counted the slaps he had received, recalling how the pain had rippled over his flesh and sent shock waves to his entire body. Soon, the memory triggered a shiver down his spine.
“How? Why? I spend my days comforting victims of abuse. Why is it that when he hit me like that I found myself welcoming the pain? Why? How could that happen? And then he goes to get lube. Lube, for Christ’s sake.”
Yunho hit his head on the pillow, again and again. He remembered the moment when he had been penetrated and he could almost feel it again. It had been painful, unexpected. The sharp pain knocking the air out of his lungs. The stretch to his entrance made him tense and try to close himself, but he couldn’t. Suddenly he had felt full, a foreign presence inside him, reaching deep. And his brain had grabbed at the weird notion that he needed to go to the bathroom, that that strange feeling inside his behind felt like he really needed to go do number two. “How come none of my boyfriend’s told me about that little detail? It was so strange. Remembering now it kind of makes me laugh. That was such a strange feeling. And not a sexy one. I wonder if it always feels like that.”
He returned his eyes to the mirror, studying his image with his arms above his head. But his slightly glazed eyes were actually seeing a pale naked body on top of him, fingers sunk deep in his hips. Jaejoong’s face had held a strong expression of surprise and bliss. Then the slim man had started moving and Yunho’s brain had really deserted him.
The cop’s breathing became laboured. He had remembered some of these things, that same afternoon, in order to present an erection for Jaejong, but now he was much more aroused. He felt as if he was being penetrated again with his ass cheeks still smarting from the slaps, as if he was too full for comfort with his entrance painfully stretched. It had taken him by surprise when he finally registered that the slaps had caused an erection. It surprised him even more when the forced and painful thrusts into his body only hardened his erection. Yet he had managed to keep quiet until Jaejoong pushed his head up to bite him again. The change in angle had torn loud moans from his lips and he couldn’t stop himself; he moaned and whimpered more and more, louder and louder. His senses were being assaulted. There was the distinct smell of arousal and sweat and sex. There was Jaejoong’s pleasured moans and fast breaths. There was the feel of the other man’s weight on top of him, the touch of naked skin, the stickiness where their bodies were joined.
Yunho could hear himself repeat inside his head the same words he had thought that night. “More. Harder. Oh, God! It feels so good. Don’t stop. More. Harder.” His hips were bucking into the bed, the friction deliciously not enough against his full member. The half lidded eyes no longer saw anything and he actually closed them when he remembered a very specific moment. “Don’t stop. God, what? I feel it bigger, harder. It’s like his cock became double the size. Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m going to…Nooooo! No, not yet. Just one more. Don’t stop. Not yet. God, no. Why did you stop moving?”
He stilled his hips as the memory of Jaejoong’s release tore through his mind. Just like that night, his approaching orgasm was stopped just seconds before. Yunho almost screamed his frustration. He was hard. His cock was full and heavy. “Why? Why? Why? How the hell did I got so excited with the way he treated me? Since when does pain turns me on?”
With a careful look to the side, Yunho reassured himself that Jaejoong was still calmly sleeping. He got up and went to the bathroom. His arousal was uncomfortable, yet he refused to touch it. He tried to will it away. But even trying to think about that damn blowjob didn’t help. He had hated that. It had felt more like rape than the penetration itself. It was that blowjob he had in his mind when Jaejoong had tried getting him hard earlier.
Washing his face and staring at his dumbfounded expression, he went over what happened next. Jaejoong had gone very still as he had recovered from his orgasm. When he finally slipped from inside him, the beautiful face had registered some alarm when he saw blood. Yunho had continued to watch his movements through the mirror. He was sure Jaejoong hadn’t realised his own arousal and definitely not how close he had been to release. Then their eyes had met on the mirror and the slim man had practically tripped over his own feet to run into this very same bathroom. “The one thing I really don’t get is why he was crying in the shower. He stayed under the water for a very long time, as if he had been the one raped and trying to clean himself. Was he really feeling guilty? Ah, damn. This is crazy. I need a shrink. He needs a shirnk. And I need to lose this stupid stubborn erection. Down boy!”
…
When he returned to the dark room, he paused near the computer. “Jaejoong is still sleeping. Perfect opportunity.”
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Warning: I am going to upgrade the level of naughtiness in the next chapters.
That's probably how Yunho's head is right now. Ah, really. Now what?
Chapter 16 - Wet Dreams,
Kim Jaejoong owns a construction company and that forces him to do business with the mafia even if he himself tries to remain within the law. However, some of the mafia men don’t appreciate that and keep threatening him. That’s why he hired Changmin, Junsu and Yoochun who are responsible for his security.
Jung Yunho is a cop specialized in domestic violence and sex crimes. During the chase of a sex offender he found himself thrown in a bigger investigation involving a paedophile/mafia man named Kim Jaejoong. As if that wasn’t enough he’s being framed for the murder of the sex offender and the mafia is blackmailing him with the evidence on his innocence to do one job for them: kill Jaejoong. Why? Because even the mafia wants him to bring down Kim Jaejoong.
And so their paths collided.
Warnings: mention rape and abuse, some violence, possibility of smutt in the near future, like NOW!
Pairings: Yunjae, little hints of Yoosu
Chapter 1 - Jaejoong Intro, Chapter 2 - Attempted Rape, Chapter 3 - Payback Rape, Chapter 4 - Yunho Intro, Chapter 5 - Yunho Intro, Chapter 6 - Framed and Blackmailed, Chapter 7 - Framed and Blackmailed, Chapter 8 - Aftermath, Chapter 9 - Method of Interrogation A, Chapter 10 - Method of Interrogation B, Chapter 11 - Unexpected Rescue, Chapter 12 - Talk and Re-enact, Chapter 13 - Surprises, Chapter 14 - Something Changes, …
CHAPTER 15 - I REMEMBER FRIDAY
It was a very different Yunho who walked back into the room. Not just the fact that he was clean. There was a calm determination to his movements and to his eyes that had Jaejoong stare at him. Yunho walked up to the table, sat and started eating as if he and Jaejoong did this all the time. Bewildered, Jaejoong continued to stare.
-Not hungry?
-Huh? Oh, I... ah… I didn’t wait for you. -Jaejoong almost blushed when he realised he had stuttered. To keep himself busy, he grabbed a spoon and kept nibbling.
When Yunho finally stopped eating, Jaejoong went and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom.
-Yunho… Look, I … I see you took care of the cuts and bruises you could reach. Any other’s you need help with?
The tall man’s eyes widened in surprise but he kept quiet, just staring at the shorter man.
-As a thank you for saving my life? - Jaejoong added.
Yunho blinked a couple of times, then got up and looked around, before looking at the smaller man again. -Ah, well… Ok. - He took a deep breath, looked around again, then seemed to make up his mind and walked to the bed. With a final unsure look in Jaejoong’s direction he took off the pants and t-shirt and, clad in just a pair of briefs, laid down on the bed.
There was a loud gasp. Yunho looked over his shoulder. Jaejoong was staring in disbelief at his back and legs. There were bruises everywhere in different degrees of colour and some scratches too. The bruised man lifted an eyebrow in a silent question.
-Well, it’s different seeing and imagining. You look worse than I expected. - Said Jaejoong with a mock shrug of shoulders. Carefully he got on the bed, sat on his own legs and started to apply ointment on the bruises, starting at the legs. He slowly moved his way up, trying not to put too much pressure. Jaejoong lost track of time. His arms hurt when he finally reached Yunho’s shoulders. With a sigh of relief he finished covering the last bruise and put the ointment away.
It felt good to stretch his legs after sitting for so long. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth. The slim man blinked when he noticed the toothbrush the other man had used. “Well, there’s something I hadn’t seen in a while. Another toothbrush next to mine. Now if someone could just explain to me what the hell I’m doing, I would really appreciate it.”
After switching to his pyjamas, Jaejoong went to the bed and stared at the sleeping man with an exasperated face. “Oh, yeahh. This is not weird at all. He fell asleep with me giving him a back massage. Not weird at all. I don’t even want to know what those pervert bodyguards think I’m doing here. And heck if I know what I’m doing, especially after what happened this afternoon. I should be returning him to his room but… I really don’t feel like doing that.”
Grabbing blankets and some extra pillows, Jaejoong prepared to sleep. Feeling extra generous he placed a pillow under Yunho’s head and made sure the blankets covered him as well. Just as he was about to lay down his head, he saw the curtains from the balcony door being lifted up with a gush of wind. “Oh, no. Those doors are going to start being under lock and key from now on. Maybe I’ll even put a damn huge fucking wardrobe against that damn balcony door.”
While closing the door, Jaejoong accidently stepped on the blood stain. The slim man jumped in fright at the memory and went to hide on the bed. A few minutes later, his head peaked from under the blankets. He huffed at his childish act and pouted, turning to look at the peacefully sleeping man next to him. “Yep, weird. When he held me against his back, I felt safe even with that scary dude pointing a gun at us.”
A hand sneaked up and Jaejoong pointed a finger at Yunho. “You really scared me Friday night, you know? That’s why I did that. I was really angry at you. And you kept making me angry. But somehow, I don’t feel so angry with you anymore. And I don’t find you scary either. Well, only when you looked at the armed guy; that was scary. And that’s cause I thought you were looking at me like that after telling me those weird things. But considering your gibberish when I took you to have a bath, you probably got one hit too many to your head. Yep, not so scary any more. And I’m not so angry too, you probably have more reasons to be angry with me at this point. You know, I guess I should try this saving someone’s life thing. Apparently it does miracles.” With a final sigh and a little smile, Jaejoong fell asleep.
…
Yoochun went to the kitchen to get some snacks and found a very sad looking Changmin who was just staring at food.
-Are you coming down with something?
-Huh?
-Minie, you are not eating. There’s food in front of you. I repeat: not eating. You are not ok. What’s going on?
-I feel incompetent. And I want to blame Jaejoong. Him and his good looks complex for hiring me to do a job I’m not really good at. I think at least outside of this house we have been successful so far in keeping Jae safe, but these last days were crazy. And this second guy got inside Jae’s room even after we upgraded the security.
-Is this because of what Jae’s pet told you earlier?
-Jae’s pet? - He giggled.
-What should we call him? Earlier you returned to the control room believing Jae was owning that ass again. At dinner he was upset with something. Then when we rushed because of the second intruder, we find our original intruder playing bodyguard for Jae. Besides, did you saw those two? They looked comfortable next to each other. Junsu went to take food upstairs and he told me our newest bodyguard was having a shower in Jae’s bathroom. I assume that means he was not in cuffs, those things don’t do wet very well. You know, I don’t think our boss is still forcing him to anything, anymore. If you know what I mean. - He added with a leer smile and a huge wiggle of eyebrows.
-I think there’s something weird with those two since Saturday morning. But everything that has been happening is weird. If the mafia just wants to control Jaejoong’s company, surely there must be better ways? And just what the hell do we need to do to stop intruders from just walking in here?
-Let’s just get to sleep. We need to rest, after all tomorrow we need to search for a lot of answers.
…
Yunho stretched his body and rubbed his face on the pillow. His body hurt all over the place but he felt less tired. He flexed his muscles to see how he was healing. His legs and arms would recover first. His upper body and head would take longer. He searched for a particular sting but found it gone. Having allowed himself to remember Friday night, he was puzzled why that sting was gone already. It was Sunday night, surely he should still feel it? Then he remembered he was a bit of a lucky guy because he had been forcefully penetrated with lube, which was sort of a luxury. He tried moving a bit more. Ah, there it was. That sting in that place. He was still sore but nothing that bothered him too much, especially compared to how his entire body felt. Just the soft pillow was enough to remind him how black and blue his entire face was.
Yunho was vaguely aware of where he was. However he was too sleepy to care. And yet his eyes searched for the mirror.
“I always topped. Never crossed my mind to be on the receiving end, no one ever suggested that. And frankly, not something I felt curious about. But…
Ah, hell! What happened?
I woke up in this very same bed, restrained and with a naked Kim Jaejoong holding a condom in his hands standing next to the bed. Considering I had tried to rape him, it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was going to do to me.”
Staring at the mirror, the tall man recalled how he had seen the image of the slim man touching himself to hardness. He could also remember the impact of feeling naked skin against naked skin. At that point he had just wanted to free his hands and punch the bastard above him.
“He bite me. Hard. Exactly where I had bite him. Isn’t that what they call poetic justice? Ah, and his words: I am a firm believer in treating people with the same kindness they treat me with. So enjoy! I am only going to do to you what you tried doing to me.
I was so scared of how much he would surely hurt me that I was even capable of frustrating his attempts to penetrate me. And that’s when I felt the first slap.”
Yunho hide his face in the pillow, away from his own eyes in the mirror.
“How is it possible? How? My job is to send to jail people who hurt others: rapists, husbands who hit their wives. I always wanted to be able to kick those men for the pain they caused. Too many cases that had me drinking to forget bruises and tears caused by some sick bastard that got his high that way.
I never had rough sex with my boyfriends and after I started working as a cop, it became something out of the question. I don’t feel pleasure with hurting someone.”
The cop turned his face to the other side of the bed where a soft breathing could be heard.
“Present company excluded. This guy is too beautiful. Even if I despised him I still felt sexually attracted. But that attempt was stupid and what got me into this mess. Too bad for me that this guy has a temper worse than mine.”
He turned his eyes back to the mirror. Inside his head, the man slowly counted the slaps he had received, recalling how the pain had rippled over his flesh and sent shock waves to his entire body. Soon, the memory triggered a shiver down his spine.
“How? Why? I spend my days comforting victims of abuse. Why is it that when he hit me like that I found myself welcoming the pain? Why? How could that happen? And then he goes to get lube. Lube, for Christ’s sake.”
Yunho hit his head on the pillow, again and again. He remembered the moment when he had been penetrated and he could almost feel it again. It had been painful, unexpected. The sharp pain knocking the air out of his lungs. The stretch to his entrance made him tense and try to close himself, but he couldn’t. Suddenly he had felt full, a foreign presence inside him, reaching deep. And his brain had grabbed at the weird notion that he needed to go to the bathroom, that that strange feeling inside his behind felt like he really needed to go do number two. “How come none of my boyfriend’s told me about that little detail? It was so strange. Remembering now it kind of makes me laugh. That was such a strange feeling. And not a sexy one. I wonder if it always feels like that.”
He returned his eyes to the mirror, studying his image with his arms above his head. But his slightly glazed eyes were actually seeing a pale naked body on top of him, fingers sunk deep in his hips. Jaejoong’s face had held a strong expression of surprise and bliss. Then the slim man had started moving and Yunho’s brain had really deserted him.
The cop’s breathing became laboured. He had remembered some of these things, that same afternoon, in order to present an erection for Jaejong, but now he was much more aroused. He felt as if he was being penetrated again with his ass cheeks still smarting from the slaps, as if he was too full for comfort with his entrance painfully stretched. It had taken him by surprise when he finally registered that the slaps had caused an erection. It surprised him even more when the forced and painful thrusts into his body only hardened his erection. Yet he had managed to keep quiet until Jaejoong pushed his head up to bite him again. The change in angle had torn loud moans from his lips and he couldn’t stop himself; he moaned and whimpered more and more, louder and louder. His senses were being assaulted. There was the distinct smell of arousal and sweat and sex. There was Jaejoong’s pleasured moans and fast breaths. There was the feel of the other man’s weight on top of him, the touch of naked skin, the stickiness where their bodies were joined.
Yunho could hear himself repeat inside his head the same words he had thought that night. “More. Harder. Oh, God! It feels so good. Don’t stop. More. Harder.” His hips were bucking into the bed, the friction deliciously not enough against his full member. The half lidded eyes no longer saw anything and he actually closed them when he remembered a very specific moment. “Don’t stop. God, what? I feel it bigger, harder. It’s like his cock became double the size. Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m going to…Nooooo! No, not yet. Just one more. Don’t stop. Not yet. God, no. Why did you stop moving?”
He stilled his hips as the memory of Jaejoong’s release tore through his mind. Just like that night, his approaching orgasm was stopped just seconds before. Yunho almost screamed his frustration. He was hard. His cock was full and heavy. “Why? Why? Why? How the hell did I got so excited with the way he treated me? Since when does pain turns me on?”
With a careful look to the side, Yunho reassured himself that Jaejoong was still calmly sleeping. He got up and went to the bathroom. His arousal was uncomfortable, yet he refused to touch it. He tried to will it away. But even trying to think about that damn blowjob didn’t help. He had hated that. It had felt more like rape than the penetration itself. It was that blowjob he had in his mind when Jaejoong had tried getting him hard earlier.
Washing his face and staring at his dumbfounded expression, he went over what happened next. Jaejoong had gone very still as he had recovered from his orgasm. When he finally slipped from inside him, the beautiful face had registered some alarm when he saw blood. Yunho had continued to watch his movements through the mirror. He was sure Jaejoong hadn’t realised his own arousal and definitely not how close he had been to release. Then their eyes had met on the mirror and the slim man had practically tripped over his own feet to run into this very same bathroom. “The one thing I really don’t get is why he was crying in the shower. He stayed under the water for a very long time, as if he had been the one raped and trying to clean himself. Was he really feeling guilty? Ah, damn. This is crazy. I need a shrink. He needs a shirnk. And I need to lose this stupid stubborn erection. Down boy!”
…
When he returned to the dark room, he paused near the computer. “Jaejoong is still sleeping. Perfect opportunity.”
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Warning: I am going to upgrade the level of naughtiness in the next chapters.
That's probably how Yunho's head is right now. Ah, really. Now what?
Chapter 16 - Wet Dreams,