Expectations (2/2)
Title: Expectations
Author: the smexy ligerliger
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jaejoong is off for a 2 year internship in Paris, and Yunho plans one last date for them, to savour their last moments together
--PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ PART 1 FIRST--
Yunho shifted his head slightly, and found himself face-to-face with Jaejoong's crotch. He didn't realize he was in such an opportune position, and his mouth watered as he imagined what he could have been doing all this time. He shifted onto his stomach and let his hand slowly curl up to fondle the bulge that had conveniently started growing after Jaejoong had recognized the lustful look in Yunho's eyes.
Without moving his hand, Yunho lifted himself up and brought his lips to Jaejoong's, slowly letting his hand squeeze his lover though his dark pants. A surge of passion rushed through Jaejoong as he moaned deeply into Yunho's kiss.
Yunho's kiss was manly, deep, and tasted like dark chocolate perfection. Jaejoong's mind battled between relaxing and letting himself enjoy it, or focussing on every single solitary movement and brilliant sensation that Yunho was scattering tumultuously all over his lips, his neck, his cock.
Jaejoong curled his hands through his lover's hair and threw his head back appreciatively when Yunho began to make the most amazing kisses lather his jawline. Jaejoong had never felt any more appreciated than when Yunho gave him attention, and it was the only love he had 100% faith in. He loved Yunho for never letting him doubt the younger man's love for him. He loved him for taking the time to prove that.
Jaejoong clung to Yunho's back and revelled in the feeling of the muscular form that held him so close. And when Jaejoong began to reciprocate the amorous activities Yunho was occupying himself with, Yunho's heart burst with longing, pure adoration, and utter bliss. Nothing made him feel better than to hear Jaejoong moaning and writhing under him. Nothing turned him on more than to know that the reason Jaejoong was rock-hard, was all because of him.
Jaejoong smiled when he saw the pride in Yunho's eyes, and slowly reached into Yunho's pants to touch the pride of his own. When Jaejoong's hand met the velvety silkiness of Yunho's leaking cock, he giggled as it instantly twitched in his hands, as if it was reunited with its master.
"I think he missed me," Jaejoong gasped as Yunho's fingers hooked onto a nipple, flicking it softly, and slowly causing a blush to spread across Jaejoong's skin.
Yunho growled in response and thrusted into Jaejoong's hand wantonly. The sun had set completely now, and the contrast of Jaejoong's skin against his lifted sweater, accompanied by the shine of the moon, made Yunho's mouth water. He stopped Jaejoong's hand from moving over his cock, and crouched down to dip his tongue into the crevices of Jaejoong's stomach, slowly and surely going southwards. Jaejoong knew very well what Yunho was preparing for, and the anticipation boiled deliciously in his stomach.
Yunho's tongue traced circles down Jaejoong's abdomen, and slowly inched his ministrations lower and lower whilst pulling Jaejoong's pants down below his hips. The tickling sensation from Yunho's wet tongue turned into a cooling one as the air hit it, causing Jaejoong to squirm with delight and moan outlandishly. The darkness made Yunho feel bold and Jaejoong feel safe.
And just when Jaejoong was about to beg for it, Yunho took Jaejoong's dripping pink cock, and took the entirety into his mouth. Jaejoong jerked at the sudden warmth, and exhaled breathily as he tangled his fingers into Yunho's hair. His moans echoed through the night, and in the back of his mind, he prayed no one was around. Yunho slid his mouth back slowly, and tongued Jaejoong's leaking slit before sliding back down again. Unlike Jaejoong, Yunho's blowjobs were all about efficiency rather than teasing, and Jaejoong had no objections to this. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy doing it; it was just that Yunho was too eager to taste more and more of his boyfriend, and at this rate, he'd get to, very very soon.
He took Jaejoong's cock out of his mouth, and ran it across his lips, kissing it softly and pumping it quickly, drawing garbled words of encouragement out of Jaejoong's mouth.
'Y-Yunho," Jaejoong panted. "Faster, please. It's so, so good. So fucking good, baby. But I don't wanna come yet, please."
Yunho chuckled and spoke into the tip of Jaejoong's cock, letting his lips rub where they could. "What would you like me to do, your highness?"
"I-I just…I," Jaejoong moaned desperately.
"Hmmm?" Yunho hummed as he slid Jaejoong into his mouth again.
"F-fuck me, Yunho, nag, please, baby."
Yunho chuckled around Jaejoong's cock and inserted a conveniently lubed finger into Jaejoong's ass, pumping slowly. Jaejoong cringed initially at the intrusion, but within moments was thrusting himself towards Yunho's hands.
"Not f-fingers," Jaejoong moaned wantonly. "Yunho, fuck."
"What is it you want, baby?" Yunho asked as he pressed in two more fingers, all at once. Jaejoong screamed, and continued pushing for more.
"Y-your cock," Jaejoong breathed. "I want it so bad, Yunho. Please!"
Yunho let Jaejoong fall from his mouth and continued pushing his fingers into Jaejoong, while letting his hand reach down to fist his own leaking dick.
"And what do you want me to do with it, sexy?" Yunho growled. "Tell me quickly. I want to hear you say it."
"Fuck me, Yunho!" Jaejoong screamed. "Please, baby, fuck me!"
Yunho pushed his hair out of his eyes and lined himself up with Jaejoong's entrance, teasing slowly.
"Let me hear you beg for it," Yunho said cheekily, as Jaejoong was eager to comply. Nothing on his mind mattered other than getting Yunho inside of him. He relished in the anticipation, and the way Yunho built everything up so well. Pleasuring him, taking control, and being so utterly gorgeous.
"I want to feel your big, perfect cock stretch me open, Yunho baby. Please, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard," Jaejoong exclaimed as he squeezed his hands around Yunho tightly.
Yunho exhaled as he pushed slowly into Jaejoong, almost coming instantly, as he forgot how warm, tight, and sexy Jaejoong was. Feeling the older man beg and moan beneath him was almost too much for him, and as he began to thrust harder and faster into him, he felt his heart surging with pride and love. He knew he was the only one who could make his Jaejoong feel this way. And as Jaejoong clenched around him and urged him along, he was only more encouraged to fuck him harder. And that he did.
Yunho was fucking him so hard, Jaejoong felt tears of love and appreciation entering his eyes. Yunho filled him up so well, and the burn and the friction mixed with the perfect view of Yunho panting on top of him, surrounded by the night sky, made Jaejoong feel precious. He felt the tears start to trail down his cheek as he smiled happily and leaned up to kiss Yunho deeply.
"Why are you crying, honey?" Yunho asked as he cradled Jaejoong closer to him, thrusting slower yet deeper.
"Love," Jaejoong replied pathetically, a grin gracing his face. Yunho was moving slower now, and it was as if he could feel every single nerve ending on Yunho all singing his praise. He wanted so badly to come, but he wanted it to last. He wanted everything to last just a bit longer. Yunho's arms had never felt so warm, and he had never ever fucked him so well. Yunho consistently pounded deeply into Jaejoong's sweet spot, pushing the older man to his limits, causing him to mutter nonsensical words of adoration, praise and encouragement. Jaejoong clenched around Yunho tighter, and Yunho's mind and heart surged with a magical homogenous mixture of love and lust, being echoed directly into his kisses and amorous actions that he sprinkled across Jaejoong abundantly.
"I love the way you lose control for me, baby," Yunho panted. "Come."
Jaejoong's cock leaked more spurts of precum as he exhaled heavily and pulled his boyfriend closer to him. He looked up and pressed his lips against Yunho's and and reached down to fist himself. He was so, so close. But Yunho swatted his hands away and pressed into him faster.
"No," Yunho said as he pushed Jaejoong's hand away. "I want you to come only because of me. You're mine, and all the pleasure you get, should be from me alone. C'mon, baby," he urged, looking into Jaejoong's eyes. "Let go."
Jaejoong choked on a sob and clung to Yunho as tightly as he could as the delicious pressure built up more and more in his lower body. He could feel himself tensing up, and he could feel himself edging closer and closer to his orgasm. But he wasn't ready. He wanted this to be forever. There was so much to happen in the future, and he was scared. He was scared nothing would ever be as perfect as this was, not only this moment on the beach, but every moment he ever spent with Yunho. He was excited for the future, of course, but every single insecurity he had about what could go wrong seemed to ball up in him right at that moment.
Yunho's words echoed in his brain, and all Jaejoong could do was let go. And that he did, as he let out a breathy scream, spurting cum all over his abdomen. As soon as he did that, he felt light. His mind relaxed and his heart gushed with glorifying infatuation with everything that was Yunho. He closed his eyes, grinded, and clenched as sinfully as he could as Yunho continued to search for his own release now, as he thrusted faster.
"I love you, baby," Jaejoong said drowsily, still on his post-orgasm high. "So…so much."
The sight of Jaejoong's pale skin being lit up by the moonlight, mixed with the sight of his bruised lips and sweaty hair was practically the visage of perfection in Yunho's eyes, and Yunho thought that the moon itself paled in comparison to the docile smiling beauty beneath him. Jaejoong was just so independent, so beautiful, so creative, so loving--so... Jaejoong. Yunho grunted suddenly, and released his hot passion into Jaejoong, causing Jaejoong to smile happily. Yunho panted, and looked into Jaejoong's euphorically sated eyes, and kissed him on the forehead, the nose hastily, and then the lips, much more deeply. "I love you so much, Jaejoong," he murmured softly.
And as Jaejoong relayed his reply into his returning kiss, the night air blew around them sharply, as if to imply that their moment was coming to an end. As the two broke out of their reverie, and cleaned themselves up, the moon shone brighter than ever, and two stars in the distance twinkled in reverence to the opalescent lunar shine that gittered across the midnight sky.
--
Yunho had a looming cloud of despair hanging over him during the next couple days leading up to Jaejoong's departure. He kept a smile on his face, and he fulfilled his responsibilities as necessary, but the warmth on his face and in his actions didn't meet his eyes. Jaejoong was his warmth, and even though he hadn't left yet, Yunho already felt so cold.
Jaejoong's warm hand wrapped around Yunho's as they stood in the airport with Jaejoong's blubbering mother, who had just turned around to get them all coffee. Jaejoong had done his goodbyes to everyone, and Yunho knew it was time.
"You're gonna be amazing," Yunho said as he gazed into Jaejoong's teary eyes, his hazel contacts glittering in the fluorescent light.
"I hope so," Jaejoong murmured as he hugged Yunho for the last time in a while. "You'll Skype me, right?"
"Of course."
"Everyday?" Jaejoong said, grinning.
"I don't want to distract you from your work, you're going to Paris, Jaejoong! Use your time well!"
Jaejoong hugged him tighter and stood on his tiptoes to give Jaejoong a chaste peck on the lips. "My Yunho, always so practical."
Yunho smiled and brushed the hair out of Jaejoong's eyes to kiss his forehead.
"My Jaejoong, always so loving."
"So…" Jaejoong said slowly. "I guess this is goodbye?"
Yunho heart hurt so much that his smile actually faltered. "Jaejoong, it's not goodbye. I'll see you soon."
It was time for Jaejoong to check through customs, so after he finished up with Yunho, and hugged his mother for the 34th time that day, he was off. The vision of Jaejoong turning around and waving happily imprinted in Yunho's mind forever. "Until later," he murmured to himself.
--
Jaejoong found the plane oddly uncomfortable. He just couldn't sleep. He didn't know if it was nervousness, excitement, or a mix of every emotion possible in the human psyche. He sighed, and reached into his carry on, and found a lovely surprise. It was a new camera, with a poorly wrapped bow on it, and a small note with a familiar neat scrawl. As he read it, and warm smile crept onto his face, and suddenly, Jaejoong felt comfortable.
-I'll miss you too.-
--
PART TWO 'REALITIES' COMING SOON
Author: the smexy ligerliger
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jaejoong is off for a 2 year internship in Paris, and Yunho plans one last date for them, to savour their last moments together
--PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ PART 1 FIRST--
Yunho shifted his head slightly, and found himself face-to-face with Jaejoong's crotch. He didn't realize he was in such an opportune position, and his mouth watered as he imagined what he could have been doing all this time. He shifted onto his stomach and let his hand slowly curl up to fondle the bulge that had conveniently started growing after Jaejoong had recognized the lustful look in Yunho's eyes.
Without moving his hand, Yunho lifted himself up and brought his lips to Jaejoong's, slowly letting his hand squeeze his lover though his dark pants. A surge of passion rushed through Jaejoong as he moaned deeply into Yunho's kiss.
Yunho's kiss was manly, deep, and tasted like dark chocolate perfection. Jaejoong's mind battled between relaxing and letting himself enjoy it, or focussing on every single solitary movement and brilliant sensation that Yunho was scattering tumultuously all over his lips, his neck, his cock.
Jaejoong curled his hands through his lover's hair and threw his head back appreciatively when Yunho began to make the most amazing kisses lather his jawline. Jaejoong had never felt any more appreciated than when Yunho gave him attention, and it was the only love he had 100% faith in. He loved Yunho for never letting him doubt the younger man's love for him. He loved him for taking the time to prove that.
Jaejoong clung to Yunho's back and revelled in the feeling of the muscular form that held him so close. And when Jaejoong began to reciprocate the amorous activities Yunho was occupying himself with, Yunho's heart burst with longing, pure adoration, and utter bliss. Nothing made him feel better than to hear Jaejoong moaning and writhing under him. Nothing turned him on more than to know that the reason Jaejoong was rock-hard, was all because of him.
Jaejoong smiled when he saw the pride in Yunho's eyes, and slowly reached into Yunho's pants to touch the pride of his own. When Jaejoong's hand met the velvety silkiness of Yunho's leaking cock, he giggled as it instantly twitched in his hands, as if it was reunited with its master.
"I think he missed me," Jaejoong gasped as Yunho's fingers hooked onto a nipple, flicking it softly, and slowly causing a blush to spread across Jaejoong's skin.
Yunho growled in response and thrusted into Jaejoong's hand wantonly. The sun had set completely now, and the contrast of Jaejoong's skin against his lifted sweater, accompanied by the shine of the moon, made Yunho's mouth water. He stopped Jaejoong's hand from moving over his cock, and crouched down to dip his tongue into the crevices of Jaejoong's stomach, slowly and surely going southwards. Jaejoong knew very well what Yunho was preparing for, and the anticipation boiled deliciously in his stomach.
Yunho's tongue traced circles down Jaejoong's abdomen, and slowly inched his ministrations lower and lower whilst pulling Jaejoong's pants down below his hips. The tickling sensation from Yunho's wet tongue turned into a cooling one as the air hit it, causing Jaejoong to squirm with delight and moan outlandishly. The darkness made Yunho feel bold and Jaejoong feel safe.
And just when Jaejoong was about to beg for it, Yunho took Jaejoong's dripping pink cock, and took the entirety into his mouth. Jaejoong jerked at the sudden warmth, and exhaled breathily as he tangled his fingers into Yunho's hair. His moans echoed through the night, and in the back of his mind, he prayed no one was around. Yunho slid his mouth back slowly, and tongued Jaejoong's leaking slit before sliding back down again. Unlike Jaejoong, Yunho's blowjobs were all about efficiency rather than teasing, and Jaejoong had no objections to this. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy doing it; it was just that Yunho was too eager to taste more and more of his boyfriend, and at this rate, he'd get to, very very soon.
He took Jaejoong's cock out of his mouth, and ran it across his lips, kissing it softly and pumping it quickly, drawing garbled words of encouragement out of Jaejoong's mouth.
'Y-Yunho," Jaejoong panted. "Faster, please. It's so, so good. So fucking good, baby. But I don't wanna come yet, please."
Yunho chuckled and spoke into the tip of Jaejoong's cock, letting his lips rub where they could. "What would you like me to do, your highness?"
"I-I just…I," Jaejoong moaned desperately.
"Hmmm?" Yunho hummed as he slid Jaejoong into his mouth again.
"F-fuck me, Yunho, nag, please, baby."
Yunho chuckled around Jaejoong's cock and inserted a conveniently lubed finger into Jaejoong's ass, pumping slowly. Jaejoong cringed initially at the intrusion, but within moments was thrusting himself towards Yunho's hands.
"Not f-fingers," Jaejoong moaned wantonly. "Yunho, fuck."
"What is it you want, baby?" Yunho asked as he pressed in two more fingers, all at once. Jaejoong screamed, and continued pushing for more.
"Y-your cock," Jaejoong breathed. "I want it so bad, Yunho. Please!"
Yunho let Jaejoong fall from his mouth and continued pushing his fingers into Jaejoong, while letting his hand reach down to fist his own leaking dick.
"And what do you want me to do with it, sexy?" Yunho growled. "Tell me quickly. I want to hear you say it."
"Fuck me, Yunho!" Jaejoong screamed. "Please, baby, fuck me!"
Yunho pushed his hair out of his eyes and lined himself up with Jaejoong's entrance, teasing slowly.
"Let me hear you beg for it," Yunho said cheekily, as Jaejoong was eager to comply. Nothing on his mind mattered other than getting Yunho inside of him. He relished in the anticipation, and the way Yunho built everything up so well. Pleasuring him, taking control, and being so utterly gorgeous.
"I want to feel your big, perfect cock stretch me open, Yunho baby. Please, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard," Jaejoong exclaimed as he squeezed his hands around Yunho tightly.
Yunho exhaled as he pushed slowly into Jaejoong, almost coming instantly, as he forgot how warm, tight, and sexy Jaejoong was. Feeling the older man beg and moan beneath him was almost too much for him, and as he began to thrust harder and faster into him, he felt his heart surging with pride and love. He knew he was the only one who could make his Jaejoong feel this way. And as Jaejoong clenched around him and urged him along, he was only more encouraged to fuck him harder. And that he did.
Yunho was fucking him so hard, Jaejoong felt tears of love and appreciation entering his eyes. Yunho filled him up so well, and the burn and the friction mixed with the perfect view of Yunho panting on top of him, surrounded by the night sky, made Jaejoong feel precious. He felt the tears start to trail down his cheek as he smiled happily and leaned up to kiss Yunho deeply.
"Why are you crying, honey?" Yunho asked as he cradled Jaejoong closer to him, thrusting slower yet deeper.
"Love," Jaejoong replied pathetically, a grin gracing his face. Yunho was moving slower now, and it was as if he could feel every single nerve ending on Yunho all singing his praise. He wanted so badly to come, but he wanted it to last. He wanted everything to last just a bit longer. Yunho's arms had never felt so warm, and he had never ever fucked him so well. Yunho consistently pounded deeply into Jaejoong's sweet spot, pushing the older man to his limits, causing him to mutter nonsensical words of adoration, praise and encouragement. Jaejoong clenched around Yunho tighter, and Yunho's mind and heart surged with a magical homogenous mixture of love and lust, being echoed directly into his kisses and amorous actions that he sprinkled across Jaejoong abundantly.
"I love the way you lose control for me, baby," Yunho panted. "Come."
Jaejoong's cock leaked more spurts of precum as he exhaled heavily and pulled his boyfriend closer to him. He looked up and pressed his lips against Yunho's and and reached down to fist himself. He was so, so close. But Yunho swatted his hands away and pressed into him faster.
"No," Yunho said as he pushed Jaejoong's hand away. "I want you to come only because of me. You're mine, and all the pleasure you get, should be from me alone. C'mon, baby," he urged, looking into Jaejoong's eyes. "Let go."
Jaejoong choked on a sob and clung to Yunho as tightly as he could as the delicious pressure built up more and more in his lower body. He could feel himself tensing up, and he could feel himself edging closer and closer to his orgasm. But he wasn't ready. He wanted this to be forever. There was so much to happen in the future, and he was scared. He was scared nothing would ever be as perfect as this was, not only this moment on the beach, but every moment he ever spent with Yunho. He was excited for the future, of course, but every single insecurity he had about what could go wrong seemed to ball up in him right at that moment.
Yunho's words echoed in his brain, and all Jaejoong could do was let go. And that he did, as he let out a breathy scream, spurting cum all over his abdomen. As soon as he did that, he felt light. His mind relaxed and his heart gushed with glorifying infatuation with everything that was Yunho. He closed his eyes, grinded, and clenched as sinfully as he could as Yunho continued to search for his own release now, as he thrusted faster.
"I love you, baby," Jaejoong said drowsily, still on his post-orgasm high. "So…so much."
The sight of Jaejoong's pale skin being lit up by the moonlight, mixed with the sight of his bruised lips and sweaty hair was practically the visage of perfection in Yunho's eyes, and Yunho thought that the moon itself paled in comparison to the docile smiling beauty beneath him. Jaejoong was just so independent, so beautiful, so creative, so loving--so... Jaejoong. Yunho grunted suddenly, and released his hot passion into Jaejoong, causing Jaejoong to smile happily. Yunho panted, and looked into Jaejoong's euphorically sated eyes, and kissed him on the forehead, the nose hastily, and then the lips, much more deeply. "I love you so much, Jaejoong," he murmured softly.
And as Jaejoong relayed his reply into his returning kiss, the night air blew around them sharply, as if to imply that their moment was coming to an end. As the two broke out of their reverie, and cleaned themselves up, the moon shone brighter than ever, and two stars in the distance twinkled in reverence to the opalescent lunar shine that gittered across the midnight sky.
--
Yunho had a looming cloud of despair hanging over him during the next couple days leading up to Jaejoong's departure. He kept a smile on his face, and he fulfilled his responsibilities as necessary, but the warmth on his face and in his actions didn't meet his eyes. Jaejoong was his warmth, and even though he hadn't left yet, Yunho already felt so cold.
Jaejoong's warm hand wrapped around Yunho's as they stood in the airport with Jaejoong's blubbering mother, who had just turned around to get them all coffee. Jaejoong had done his goodbyes to everyone, and Yunho knew it was time.
"You're gonna be amazing," Yunho said as he gazed into Jaejoong's teary eyes, his hazel contacts glittering in the fluorescent light.
"I hope so," Jaejoong murmured as he hugged Yunho for the last time in a while. "You'll Skype me, right?"
"Of course."
"Everyday?" Jaejoong said, grinning.
"I don't want to distract you from your work, you're going to Paris, Jaejoong! Use your time well!"
Jaejoong hugged him tighter and stood on his tiptoes to give Jaejoong a chaste peck on the lips. "My Yunho, always so practical."
Yunho smiled and brushed the hair out of Jaejoong's eyes to kiss his forehead.
"My Jaejoong, always so loving."
"So…" Jaejoong said slowly. "I guess this is goodbye?"
Yunho heart hurt so much that his smile actually faltered. "Jaejoong, it's not goodbye. I'll see you soon."
It was time for Jaejoong to check through customs, so after he finished up with Yunho, and hugged his mother for the 34th time that day, he was off. The vision of Jaejoong turning around and waving happily imprinted in Yunho's mind forever. "Until later," he murmured to himself.
--
Jaejoong found the plane oddly uncomfortable. He just couldn't sleep. He didn't know if it was nervousness, excitement, or a mix of every emotion possible in the human psyche. He sighed, and reached into his carry on, and found a lovely surprise. It was a new camera, with a poorly wrapped bow on it, and a small note with a familiar neat scrawl. As he read it, and warm smile crept onto his face, and suddenly, Jaejoong felt comfortable.
-I'll miss you too.-
--
PART TWO 'REALITIES' COMING SOON