Through the Looking Glass [oneshot] LEMON
Title: Through the Looking Glass
Rating: NC17 threesome LEMON
Form: Oneshot
Words: 7, 805
Pairings: Youngwoong x Yunho X Jaejoong (MOST LITERALY. this is not going to be everyone's cup of tea. YES. There are two versions of Jae. NO, they are not twins or even related like that.)
Genre: drama, smut, first time fic
Summary: Yunho ends up back in his world, but with two Jaejoongs. After some initial freeze, the pair team up on Yunho and all three have some fun. ^^;
A/N: THIS IS NOT MY YOUNGWOONG!!!! I have to make this abundantly clear, that this is NOT from the world of Other Side.
This is based on the characters and story by sugarfrosting/out_of_words24, who wrote the most awesome fic Facets, that you will have to have read to understand what the hell is going on here. This diverges half way through the last chapter. You'll know where if you've read it. :D It's a sort of alternate ending I guess.
I got the insatiable urge for YW/YH/JJ sandwiching while reading Facets and asked her if I could write some smut for it. Unfortunatly, when I got to actually writing it, it went from simple smut to this... thing. And I don't think it stays very true to out_of_words24's characters. D: I'm so, so sorry! I really can't do them justice.
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When Yunho returns, his members are just as glad to see him as he is them. They’re the people he knows, inside and out, not the warped mirror-images of them that he’s been facing for the past few days. It’s such a relief to see them, that Yunho can believe he’s actually back. Actually home.
Jaejoong practically throws himself at Yunho, clinging to him so tightly that the taller almost can’t breathe. But he never thinks of complaining, hugging the slim body tight in return as Yoochun piles onto one side, bawling unabashedly, and the other two follow, engulfing Yunho in a much welcomed, warm hug.
When Junsu pulls back, trying to calm Yoochun down, and Changmin laughs somewhat wetly at the image they make, Jaejoong does not move, his head buried in Yunho’s shoulder. It takes Yunho a few moments to realize that Jaejoong is shaking ever so slightly, and that his shirt is getting slightly damp under the other’s face.
He feels his own tears coming, and squeezes Jaejoong tight enough to snap him.
It's right about then that Junsu screams squeakily, jumping back and almost falling over the couch, staring at the door. Yoochun and Changmin follow their gazes, their jaws dropping as they frantically look from the figure in the doorway to the one ensconced in Yunho’s arms.
Jaejoong pulls back, finally, to see what the matter is, wiping his eyes impatiently and acting as if they weren’t glistening at all. He too stops dead though upon seeing the man in the doorway, the doorway that might have been a mirror for what is reflected there.
“Changshik?” He squeaks out himself without thinking, and Changmin kicks his calf lightly.
“Changshik’s not real, hyung!” He reminds, but has no answer for who, then, the person is. The mirror of Jaejoong, apart from his hair, shifts uncomfortably, and looks to Yunho.
Yunho coughs, breaking away from Jaejoong to make his way to the blonde man.
“Uhm. Guys, this is Youngwoong.” He says, putting a reassuring hand on Youngwoong’s lower back. Jaejoong sees the motion, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Why don’t we go sit down. I’ve got a lot to tell you.” Yunho goes on, pushing Youngwoong forward a step as he too moves, urging everyone towards the couches.
Still staring at Youngwoong, they obey their leader and sit. Jaejoong is on one side of Yunho, and Youngwoong sits on the other. Jaejoong scrutinizes the man until Yunho clears his throat, and all eyes turn to him.
The story takes a surprisingly short time to tell. After all, he doesn’t know they why’s or how’s of any of it, so all he can say is what he experienced.
They’re all looking at him blankly, like he’s lost his mind, and then Youngwoong speaks up.
“He’s not crazy. I think I’m living proof of that.” The man says, and all of them can hear the edge in his words that Jaejoong’s voice never carries, even when he’s completely pissed off.
There is, oddly, no other explanation they can come up with, not even Changmin, and so that’s that. Youngwoong is there, and from the set of Yunho’s jaw, he’s there to stay.
None of them are quite sure how to deal with this, with the doppelganger that sticks by Yunho like a shadow, and, despite appearances, is most obviously not Jaejoong. He’s harder and more brittle, cynical and sarcastic in a way that makes Junsu squirm, Changmin sneer and Yoochun turn his back. Jaejoong, for his part, doesn’t like the pretend-him, not at all, and not in the least because Yunho keeps touching him, and the man keeps whispering things into Yunho’s ear, his expression half lidded and sometimes strangely soft. If looks could kill, Youngwoong would be on the floor with a few dozen knives in his chest.
It’s a few days later when Jaejoong has retreated to his and Yunho’s room to sulk at the attention Youngwoong was garnering when the door opens and the blonde slips into the room, closing the door behind him. Jaejoong shoots him a not so subtle glare.
“Can I help you?” He asks in a very unhelpful tone, and Youngwoong just steps closer to the bed, tilting his head in consideration.
“I don’t see why he thinks you’re the sun.” Youngwoong remarks abruptly, and Jaejoong frowns in confusion.
“What?” He asks, irritated at the thought of Youngwoong playing some sort of head game with him. He’s already figured out that Youngwoong is a lot sneakier and wily then Jae could ever hope to be.
“You seem every bit as chilly as I am, though maybe more childishly.” Youngwoong goes on as if the other had never spoken. Jaejoong lets out an affronted noise and sits up, wanting to hit the other boy. But he won’t… because he’s a little bit scared of Youngwoong, no matter how annoying he finds him. There’s something about the way he stands and reacts to movements that says no punch Jaejoong threw would ever hit its mark, and it’s likely Jaejoong would instead be the one left sprawled on the floor.
“I’m not… ‘chilly’.” Jaejoong replies, although the coldness in his voice belays his words. Youngwoong lifts and eyebrow.
“So it’s just me, is it?” Youngwoong asks, and Jaejoong is taken aback at the almost sad tone.
“It’s not… you… it’s… you’re… me. And it’s weird.” Jaejoong splutters defensively, not liking how this has suddenly all turned around.
“Yunho dreams of you, you know.” Youngwoong again speaks abruptly after a few minutes of awkward silence. Jaejoong blinks.
“He does?” He repeats dumbly.
“Yes. He calls your name at night.” Youngwoong confirms, looking out the window. This universe is strange, backwards, and he finds it odd not to have the technologies that he’s used to. There are too many trees and very old buildings. He wonders if Yunho likes it more here… the other place was much prettier in his estimation. Cleaner.
“Wait.” Jaejoong says suspiciously, eyes narrowing again. “How do you know what he says at night?” Youngwoong’s lips press together to repress a smile. Once he succeeds, he turns around to look back at the dark haired version of himself.
“Because I sleep with him, of course. Or, at least, I did… back there.” He hesitates on how to call his old universe… it’s not quite home, but he can’t call this place home either. Not yet anyway. He doesn’t know how he fits here… and he knows the others are suspicious of him, not just Jaejoong. He feels badly for clinging for Yunho, but Yunho is all he knows, even if Yunho now has his precious Jaejoong and has no need for a substitute.
Jaejoong splutters, something very much like rage bubbling away in him, and he glares forcefully at Youngwoong. With Yunho. Yunho… how could Yunho…? His thoughts muddle, tossed around into a nonsensical mess with the force of his emotions.
“So you do like him then.” Youngwoong observes almost to himself, and Jaejoong nearly chokes.
“I - I don’t…!” he stutters out, words held back by anger or shock, or some other emotion.
“Don’t…?” Youngwoong mocks, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t like Yunho? Don’t like men, like that?” he supplies helpfully, smugly. “I think you do.”
It might be the ultimate narcissism, but as Youngwoong looks down into Jaejoong’s face, he can’t help but admire the beauty in the singer. It somehow looks different on Jaejoong, then it does him when he sees himself in the mirror, the things he finds flawed in himself oddly characterizing and endearing when viewed in the picture of Jaejoong’s whole. He knows he’d been chosen for honey pot missions for a reason, but he is perhaps only now truly understanding the reasoning for it.
He doesn’t really feel wrong about making these observations. He’s been watching Jaejoong… he has precious little else to do really, and so he watches, because it’s fascinating to see someone with his face. He’s been watching, and it’s so very obvious now to him that Jaejoong is not him. Not even close. Somewhere along the line, their lives diverged, and produced very different people. Just as it seemed it had done with the Jung from his old world and Yunho here. And Youngwoong is beginning to realize that he likes the people of this world better.
A whole lot better. His expression changes, eyes drooping down to half mast as he licks his lips. Jaejoong notices, suddenly feeling very preyed upon, especially in his position on the bed as Youngwoong looms over him, looking decidedly hungry.
“Y… Youngwoong?” He stutters out, edging backwards.
Youngwoong’s grin spreads, and he bites his lip to keep from laughing lightly at the other boy’s nervousness. “Oh yes. I really think you do.” He repeats. Even if it wasn’t glaring obvious how head over heels Jaejoong was for Yunho, with how protective and jealous he was, Youngwoong can see the signs right there in Jaejoong’s body language. The boy might be nervous as all hell, suspicious and unsure, but he was also responding to Youngwoong. Even if it’s unconscious, Youngwoong can see the signs in Jaejoong - the tilt of his eyes, the slant of his shoulders. The way his hips tilt ever so subtly towards Youngwoong. It’s all there. And Youngwoong smirks.
“I… I don’t.” Jaejoong’s rebuttal is feeble at best.
“You don’t, or you’re too scared to try?” Youngwoong suggests coyly, and Jaejoong’s eyes pop to saucers. He stutters, lost for words, and Youngwoong goes in for the kill. “You really shouldn’t knock it before you try it.” He practically purrs. Jaejoong lets out a small eep, but despite his urge to do so, he does not bolt from the room.
Youngwoong leans over him, his mouth halfway between a soft smile and a smirk. Jaejoong shrinks back slightly, reflexively, but the blond just follows him forward, hovering in front of him.
“You could think of it as… masturbation.” He says wickedly, before surging the remaining distance and kissing Jaejoong.
Their lips meet, and the touch startles Jaejoong to a moment of immobility, Youngwoong nudging him slowly to respond. It doesn’t feel so bad, not bad at all really, and slowly Jaejoong unfreezes, allowing Youngwoong’s lips and wet tongue to coax his mouth open. He can feel the weight and warmth of the blond as he slides down onto the bed beside Jaejoong, and Youngwoong’s hands drift over his body, pulling him closer.
This, Jaejoong thinks to himself, should feel a lot more awkward and wrong then it does. In fact, it’s beginning to feel startlingly good, and he finds himself melting into Youngwoong’s advances, very aware of how much more experienced the other seems to be. Youngwoong is a damn good kisser, and Jaejoong is almost embarrassed by his lack of skills in this department, or would have been if he’d been given half a moment to think about it. Youngwoong is determinedly working on his ‘experience’ however, and Jaejoong is only too happy to let him, the blonde’s lips sweet and soft on his own.
Youngwoong tugs him even closer, sliding their bodies to slot in against one another - a somewhat strange exercise. They’re exactly the same height, and although of a slightly different build, they have the same approximate dips and curves, which means it’s not quite so easy to meld as they’d like. Jaejoong ends up sliding down slightly lower then Youngwoong, his head tilting up to keep their lip lock as Youngwoong’s sure hands explore the dip of his back and hip. Jaejoong tentatively begins his own explorations, his left hand fisting into the hem of the blonde’s shirt and his leg twining into Youngwoong’s.
Kisses turn to nips and Jaejoong’s eyes slide open to look into the dark orbs of his mirror image - a sight he finds disconcerting and at the same time oddly calming. Youngwoong smiles lazily at him and begins to nibble gently on his jaw, an action that sends shivers of delight down his spine.
“See, this is not so bad now, is it?” Youngwoong teases lowly between nips, and Jaejoong pants in response. Youngwoong pulls away momentarily, to take in Jaejoong fully, his finger grazing over the small birthmark on the other’s neck that isn’t in place on his own. Jaejoong smiles at him, somewhat hesitantly, and Youngwoong smiles back. Yunho might be right after all… there’s sunshine in that smile, and it’s more of a smile then Youngwoong’s wiry lip twitches have ever been. He wonders if this might have been him, if things had been… different.
Jaejoong’s lips part, and a pink tongue comes out to moisten them. After a moment’s hesitation, he leans forward and tentatively brings their lips together again. Youngwoong smiles into the kiss and opens his mouth to Jaejoong’s curious tongue, amused at his kittenish eagerness. There’s no one to impress here, and Youngwoong luxuriates in the long, soft kiss; his mind blissfully blank of anything but Jaejoong and this moment.
They share lazy, easy kisses for some time, before ending up just sprawled together on the bed. Youngwoong’s eyes slide over the pretty singer, and he offers a small smile.
“You know… I might have slept with him, but I’m not the one he’s in love with.” His words are resigned and a little sad. Jaejoong’s eyebrows furrow together though, oddly touched by how vulnerable Youngwoong looks.
“I don’t think so. He’s never… well, he’s never shown any interest in me.” Jaejoong argues, eyes fixed on the face that is so similar to his. Youngwoong snorts.
“You’re kidding, right? You’re both so blind.” He comments, disbelieving that anyone could not see the sort of obvious care that both of them displayed towards one another. It was so obvious. Jaejoong was just giving him a look though, that said he didn’t believe a word of it. “It’s true. He’s in love with you.”
“How can he be in love with me? Even if he were, doesn’t that mean he’d be in love with you too?” Jaejoong’s simple logic makes Youngwoong laugh.
“Stupid.” He rolls his eyes. “We’re not the same person, Jaejoong. We might look the same, but we’re really not the same at all. I think you know that.”
Jaejoong pouts, annoyed at being called out like that.
“Maybe… but... there’s something between you two - I’ve seen it.” He says defiantly. He’s seen the soft looks Yunho gives Youngwoong when the other man isn’t watching.
“Jaejoong…!” Youngwoong’s frustration is palpable. “He’s in love with you. It’s written all over his face every time he so much as looks at you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head.
“He looks at you the same way he looks at me. If he’s in love with me, as you say, then he’s in love with you too.” He says, trailing a hand down Youngwoong’s back.
“When he looks at me, he sees you.” Youngwoong says simply after a long pause, concrete in that belief.
“I don’t think he does.” Jaejoong’s tone is not so firm, but the voice that follows is.
“Of course I don’t.” Both of them look up to see Yunho standing there in the door, staring at both of them. He steps forward as the pair make no move to disentangle themselves. He swallows, trying the bring his mind back to what he was talking about rather then the delicious smorgasbord of gorgeousness that is so attractively presented on the bed. A small part of his brain spares an inquiring thought as to why, exactly, the pair of them are entangled on the bed, when he’d previously had the distinct impression they disliked each other.
“I told you that before. Jaejoong is Jaejoong… you are… yourself.” Yunho explains, inadequately. Jaejoong smiles at him from over Youngwoong’s shoulder, and it’s a shy, coy tilt of his lips. He nudges Youngwoong, as if to say ‘told you so’, and Youngwoong gives Yunho an assessing look.
“Then is the other part right too?” Youngwoong asks challengingly. Jaejoong curls deeper into Youngwoong, afraid of the answer and unable to look at Yunho as he responds. Yunho hasn’t heard everything though, and just raises a brow.
“What other part?” He asks. Youngwoong huffs and turns away from him in some exasperation before turning back again and asking the question Jaejoong fears and craves at the same time.
“That you’re in love with Jaejoong.” He states simply. To Yunho though, the words are shocking, and freeze him completely. He stares at them, wide eyed, Youngwoong’s gaze assessing, Jaejoong’s eyes wide.
“I-” He begins abortively.
“You?” Youngwoong prods him on, unmerciful in his quest for an answer. Yunho’s still not able to gather his thoughts enough however, stunned by the strength of that statement, which sums up the intense yet hazy feelings he has for Jaejoong. In all the time he was away, Jaejoong reined supreme as the thing, person, he missed, the thing he wanted back most. He dreamt of Jaejoong, day dreamed. Since he’s been back, he’s lavished attention on the singer, attempting to make up for time lost. But never in that time has he seriously thought about the reason for that, thought about the label he’d put on it. He’s blind sided by the revelation.
The word ‘love’ rings true, oh so true, to him though, and as he looks at the wide dark eyes of his best friend, his rock, and his doppelganger who he’s loved in the opportunity of it, he knows he can no longer be idle about it.
“Yes.” He replies to the simple statement with his own simple answer. There’s no frills on his feelings, and no frills on his answer. “Yes, Jaejoong, yes.” He repeats, with eyes only for the beautiful man who’s been his life for years now.
Something like relief floods Jaejoong as he hears the word, but the feeling is so much stronger then that, balled up with joy and incredulity, all of it ready to burst out of him in its intensity. He stares back, basking in Yunho’s gaze, and the emotion that he sees there connects with this bursting feeling, feeding it.
Youngwoong snorts lightly at how utterly love struck the pair of them are, standing there like morons just looking at each other. He stands, disentangling himself from Jaejoong and moving over to Yunho. He places both his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, commanding the dancer’s attention, and looks into his eyes. He sees fear and desire and hope there, and he smiles up at the other man, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss over Yunho’s lips. He then quickly steps around Yunho, and uses his hands to guide and push the taller man down onto the bed beside Jaejoong, who is now sitting up and biting his lip nervously.
The pair stare at each other, and Youngwoong rolls his eyes, putting a hand between Yunho’s shoulder blades and shoving him forward. Yunho pushes back against it, resisting, but after Youngwoong releases the pressure, he takes a deep breath, and moves forward. He gives Jaejoong plenty of time to move away if he wants too, but Jaejoong doesn’t, excitement pooling in the bottom of his stomach as Yunho invades his personal space.
Their lips meet tentatively and gently, Yunho’s eyes closing at first contact with the soft, plump petals, feeling like there should be fireworks or something going on in the background because he’s dreamed of this for so long. Jaejoong makes a little noise, and opens his mouth, and then they’re really kissing. Kissing like how Youngwoong had kissed them both, except it’s different yet again for each of them. For Jaejoong, Yunho is the opposite of Youngwoong. His lips are a little less soft, more chapped and dry, and his taste is deeper, like musk. Jaejoong thinks it suits him, suits him like the hint of stubble he can feel on Yunho’s upper lip, and the scent that Jaejoong has always associated with Yunho, which is a mix of soap and sweat and warmth. For Yunho, Jaejoong is like Youngwoong, except not. The lips are soft and sweet, like Youngwoong’s, but their shy hesitance and the way they move is different. Yunho can’t say that either is better or worse, but the knowledge that this is Jaejoong is enough to make him want to keep this kiss forever. He doesn’t know what Jaejoong tastes like, except that it’s good and he wants to taste it every day for the rest of his life.
Youngwoong sits to the side of the bed, watching them kiss with a wistful smile. He still feels like the outsider here, and debates leaving, and letting the pair discover themselves. It may be the narcissism speaking again, he thinks, but they look damn good together, and the kiss just keeps getting hotter as he watches, each of them drawn into each other like drowning men. He makes to get up, but a hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Looking down in surprise, he finds Jaejoong breaking away from the kiss reluctantly, running his tongue over his lips and looking up at his doppelganger, eyes heavy. Yunho looks up as well, unsure as he looks between the two mirror images. It seems Jaejoong does actually know what he wants though, and tugs Youngwoong back onto the bed, tumbling him against the raven haired boy with his force. Jaejoong surges forward and kisses him, and there’s none of the shy innocence that has marked their previous kisses there. It’s hot and demanding and Youngwoong moans, tilting his head to deepen it.
Yunho can’t help but gape, watching the two of them as their mouths meld, fingers twining into each other’s hair. It’s like some sort of trippy dream, he thinks to himself, and then another part whispers that he’d never imagined anything this hot, even in his dreams. And it is hot, damn hot, watching the pair rub against each other like that, kissing passionately and well… they’re both so damn gorgeous. It also helps, he supposes, that he’s in love with one of them and maybe, perhaps, could be with the other as well.
The kiss breaks, eventually, with both of them panting slightly. They turn as one, looking up at the stunned, aroused Yunho, with identical looks of lust on their faces.
“Yunnie…” Jaejoong murmurs, and Youngwoong gives him a ‘come hither’ gesture with one hand, the other one still tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, cradling the back of the other’s head.
Yunho thinks he can’t argue with that look, even if in some deluded state he wanted to. So he lets himself drop forward, into both their embraces, and feels the pair of them wiggle underneath him delightfully.
Soon, they’re all lips and fumbling hands, and Yunho doesn’t know if he’s kissing Jaejoong or Youngwoong, or who’s hands are undoing his pants, but he doesn’t really care, because god does it feel good. Jaejoong whimpers sexily as one of Yunho’s hands finds its way to his ass, hand caressing over it a few times before greedily groping it. He reciprocates by fastening on to Yunho’s neck and suckling hard on the skin there, until it heats under his tongue. Then he moves on to the next patch of skin, until Yunho yanks him up to his face and kisses him thoroughly, while Youngwoong slides between them and tugs off Jaejoong’s jeans, the brush of his hands over Jae’s thighs making him shiver in delight, which makes Yunho kiss him all the more determinedly.
They break apart suddenly as Jaejoong yelps, Youngwoong haven bitten down hard on his hip, demanding attention. Laughing, Jaejoong tumbles him over, kissing him briefly and fiercely before going down to work on his pebbled nipples, wicked tongue working over them and drawing gasps from the blond. Meanwhile, Yunho has struggled out of his clothes, and clambers up behind Jaejoong, encircling his waist in a tight embrace that’s familiar to both of them, but this time with a distinct lack of clothing between their bodies. Jaejoong yelps at the very sudden realization of just what is pressing up against the curve of his bottom, and Youngwoong grins mischievously, leaning over his shoulder to lick at Yunho’s jaw and nibble on his ear.
After working his way down to Youngwoong’s navel (and amused to see that yes, he too had a piercing there, even if any evidence of a nipple one is missing), and swirling his tongue into the dimple, Jaejoong sits up, forcing Yunho with him, and looks down at Youngwoong critically. Compared to Jaejoong and Yunho, who are both blissfully naked, Youngwoong has far too many clothes on. All three make very quick work of this particular problem, and while Yunho captures Jaejoong’s full attention, running his hands up and down the singer’s sensitive inner thighs and making him giggle, Youngwoong makes a quick dash for the bathroom. He’s unabashed at his nakedness, even if any of the other three members happen to seen him. It seems there is nobody wondering about however, and he makes it back to the bedroom, a bottle of lotion in hand, to find Jaejoong on his back with his whole body wrapped around Yunho, who is hovering over him with his head buried in the crook of Jaejoong’s neck, the pair of them looking for all the world as if they were already making love. Youngwoong approaches them slowly, Jaejoong’s eyes fastening onto him, a blissful smile across his face. Youngwoong smiles back, and holds up the lotion in explanation for his absence. Jaejoong’s eyes widen and he pushes Yunho away from him a bit, untangling himself from the tight embrace.
“I…” Jaejoong begins, and falters before he’d even really begun, eyes showing his worry. Yunho looks up at Youngwoong, not knowing what had caused Jaejoong’s sudden distance and pause in their play. He sees the lotion in the blonde’s hands and furrows his brows, feeling unsure himself.
“Hey now…” Youngwoong sooths, sliding onto the bed to curl an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and press a kiss to the skin just below his earlobe. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I just thought, with how we were going…” He trails off, shrugging.
Yunho takes Jaejoong’s hand in both his own, holding it reassuringly. “Jaejoongie…” He stops, unsure of what exactly he wants to say. He wants Jaejoong, ever so much, but he can see Jaejoong’s expression shuttering in the face of whatever turmoil is going on inside, and he frowns. He hates it when Jaejoong tries to close himself off from Yunho. It doesn’t happen often, but it hurts, seeing that blank façade when Jaejoong is so bubbly and demonstrative with him usually.
Jaejoong pushes the breath down in his stomach, his lower lip pouting out in thought. “It’s not… that I don’t want to.” He looks away from both of them suddenly embarrassed. “It’s just…. I’ve never…” He stops, hiding from the knowledge of what he knows they’ve already done. Done without him. Youngwoong knows though. Can see the thought as if it was his own, and he rolls his eyes. He leans over to whisper into Jaejoong’s ear, a wicked smirk on his face. Jaejoong’s eyebrows rise as Youngwoong speaks, and Yunho can only look on with worried, confused eyes as they share secrets. He’s not even really sure what this is about.
Jaejoong laughs then, covering his mouth with a hand reflexively, while Youngwoong whispers one last sentence in his ear before pulling back, nodding at Jaejoong’s incredulous look. “So no worries, hm?” Youngwoong prods, and Jaejoong’s shy smile turns back to Yunho. Yunho has no idea what Youngwoong has said to prompt the change, but Jaejoong’s hesitation seems to be swept away completely.
“No worries.” Jaejoong agrees, quite assertively, and lowers himself back onto the bed, crooking a finger at Yunho to call him forward. Unsure as to what just happened, but all to willing to do whatever either of them bid him, Yunho comes easily, leaning over Jaejoong. He feels movement on the bed, and then there’s warmth pressed up against his side as Youngwoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s hips. He looks sideways and finds himself embroiled in a lusty kiss, only to be jerked away by his hair, lips claimed roughly by another hot mouth. He moans into the kiss hard when he feels a slim, slick wrapping around his arousal, stroking gently at it for a moment before disappointingly disappearing. He gropes sideways, blindly, and manages to catch a handful of Youngwoong’s ass, cupping it appreciatively and then groping unashamedly. He can hear Youngwoong’s bark of surprised laughter, and then he and Jaejoong are both grinning, their kiss breaking for it.
Youngwoong fastens onto the side of Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and licking there until Jaejoong moans delightfully. Yunho decides that looks like a good idea, and, liking the noises Jaejoong is making, bends over Youngwoong’s chest, endeavoring to elicit the same from the blond. His lips trail downwards, teasing the soft skin of Youngwoong’s abdomen, even as his hands caress Jaejoong’s supple thighs, gliding up towards the heated joint of his hips and legs. Youngwoong somehow knows, and Yunho has to stop himself from flinching, as a large squirt of lotion coats one of his hands. He casts a brief glance downwards between nips, rubbing his hands together the smooth out the slick substance over them. He reluctantly leaves the delicious banquet of Youngwoong’s belly to sit up and concentrate on the task at hand.
He spreads Jaejoong’s legs gently, tipping a long leg upwards slightly, until Jaejoong himself takes over the movement and helpfully raises it, giving his implicit agreement. Yunho goes slow, oh so slow, tenderly coating Jaejoong’s entrance and letting the whimpers he emits die down before easing a finger forth. Another whimper is heard, but quickly silenced. Looking up, Yunho finds that Youngwoong is attempting to distract Jaejoong, the pair sharing a searing kiss. Taking advantage of the distraction, Yunho pushes his finger deeper, wiggling it in the tight heat. His breath catches, disbelieving that this is actually happening. That this could happen.
Jaejoong forces himself to be lost in Youngwoong’s hot mouth, responding to his sure touches and coaxing tongue. The fingers moving inside him feel strange, neither pleasant nor unpleasant really - just odd. He’s afraid, but the fear is overwhelmed by his need, his want of the two men in bed with him. He trusts Yunho, oh he trusts Yunho to the ends of the earth, and Youngwoong just seems to know him… in a way perhaps nobody else in the world could ever know him, as a schism of himself. He’s in good hands… such very good hands… and he lets himself get taken away by the feelings.
When the fingers slide out of him, he’s almost disappointed. Then, he feels Yunho shifting, and Youngwoong releases his mouth, panting. He rolls his head to look upwards, Yunho’s face before him with such a soft expression that his fear subsides. Yunho nuzzles his face lovingly, and kisses him so sweetly that he just melts. As they break apart, he can see Youngwoong running his hands over Yunho’s strong back, kneeling above them both as he urges Jaejoong’s knees upward, settling his feet on the bed. Yunho descends onto him further with the new position, and Youngwoong’s eyes smile at him over Yunho’s shoulder.
“Ready?” Youngwoong asks, and Jaejoong swallows. Yunho turns his head and kisses Youngwoong briefly, the blond nipping his lower lip as they part.
“Yes.” Jaejoong says, wiggling slightly. He doesn’t want to wait any longer. He thinks he’s been waiting long enough, really. Yunho looks down to affirm his answer, and he nods.
Youngwoong’s hand is between them, helping them to join, and as Yunho slowly sinks into Jaejoong, he bites his lip. It burns, the intrusion much larger then the fingers Yunho had used to prepare him, and he can feel his body resisting. Youngwoong’s hand slips down onto Jaejoong’s own arousal, stroking it just how he likes it, and helping to keep his mind off the pain.
The pain is still there in his eyes though, and Yunho pauses, stilling himself with a great effort so that Jaejoong might adjust. It’s damn difficult though - Jaejoong is tight and hot and… Jaejoong, and all he wants to do is to move in him. Eventually, the vice around him loosens slightly and Yunho feels like it might be okay to begin moving. He withdraws slowly, the friction causing him to bite on his lip in pleasure, and then he pushes forward again. A loud cry rips from Jaejoong’s lips, and Yunho groans.
Youngwoong watches them with fascination, captivated by their expressions and noises of gratification as Yunho rocks into Jaejoong so lovingly. Youngwoong remembers that, remembers how it feels to be taken away by the warmth in Yunho’s eyes and the strength of his body. And he wants to be part of it now too. Biting his lip, he presses a few kisses into Yunho’s shoulder, over the corded muscles and the heated skin. He finds the lotion bottle again and re-coats his hand, moving around behind the pair of them. He touches Yunho’s back, running a hand down the dip of his spine, and rises up over them. He kisses the side of Yunho’s jaw, and then looks down on Jaejoong, whose eyes are hazy with the pleasure he’s feeling. Trailing his fingers over Yunho’s flexing abdomen, feeling the movement of his body as he works his way deep into Jaejoong, Youngwoong can’t keep back his own arousal.
“Yunho…” He whispers huskily into Yunho’s ear. Yunho can’t really talk, but he grunts in acknowledgement. “Yunho, I want you.” He presses his lips into the shell of Yunho’s ear, lapping at it. “Can I…?” His words are hot and heavy, and Yunho shudders. Jaejoong moans headily, and Youngwoong smirks. “Can I?” He repeats, pressing into Yunho’s back and moving with him.
Yunho’s loosing his mind. Youngwoong isn’t playing fair, although he’s not sure there are rules for these sorts of situations. Jaejoong is so fucking good, his body receptive and beautiful, his expressions tantilising and his mouth utterly delectable. And then there’s Youngwoong, molding to his back and creating an even larger inferno of heat as he feels the blonde’s hardness pressing against him.
“Yes, fuck, yes…” He manages to moan out, and he can feel Youngwoong’s triumphant grin against his neck.
He has to slow down, practically stopping, as Youngwoong’s fingers nudge at his own entrance. He’s shivering, with desire, and also apprehension. This is new, and he’s not sure he wants it exactly, but right now he’s not going to argue. Jaejoong’s eyes flutter open at the lack of movement, plump bruised lips pouting out. His brow furrows momentarily, not able to figure out what is going on, only that the delightful fullness inside him is still there but nothing is happening. He sees Youngwoong moving above Yunho though, and sees the conflicted expression on Yunho’s face and the tenseness in his shoulders, and finally gets it, his eyes going impossibly wide at the thought.
Yunho bites his lip as the fingers enter him, and Jaejoong decides to do a little distracting of his own. He reaches up and tangles his fingers at the back of Yunho’s neck, pulling him down demandingly and kissing him messily and hungrily, his tongue everywhere. He hitches his legs up, thighs gripping onto Yunho’s hips, and tilts his hips, drawing Yunho into him just that much more. Yunho groans into his mouth, and suddenly relaxes against Youngwoong’s probe.
They remain stilled, Jaejoong impatient for movement but understanding enough to wait, reveling instead in the knowledge of Yunho inside him, of the passion in the dancer’s eyes and the heatedness of his kiss. He’s not so surprised too when Yunho lets out a primal roar, slamming down against him as Youngwoong finishes his prep and begins the slow slide into Yunho.
Youngwong clenches his teeth, trying not to move too quickly. It’s been a damn long time since he’s done this, and Yunho is tight and inexperienced. He can see Jaejoong’s wide eyes as Yunho clutches at him hard enough to near snap his waist, and he gulps against the pretty vulnerability in that gaze. The tense line of Yunho’s back trembles then, and he has to re-direct his attentions.
Yunho is dying, overloaded with sensation. How can it be this good? He thinks, garbled up with a whole lot of other things as he whimpers into Jaejoong’s hair. Jaejoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s shoulders, holding him tight as his body shudders, trying to contain all the emotions he’s feeling.
Youngwoong steadies himself, and begins to rock, very very slowly, so that they don’t all jump over the edge before they’ve even really begun. Yunho would be appreciative of this, except he can’t put together coherent thoughts at this point, instead closing his eyes and just feeling.
After a while, Youngwoong finds his pace, and Yunho’s managed to prop himself up again. With some encouragement from Jaejoong, he begins to work with Youngwoong’s thrusts to move into the singer below him, his tight clutching heat coiling the bed of passion inside of Yunho. The thrusts become more sure, and Jaejoong thrashes his head back, moaning.
“Yunho… Yunnie… more, please, harder…” Jaejoong begs, thighs gripping like a tight vice as he tries to draw Yunho impossibly deeper. Yunho bites his lip, looking down at the pale, writhing god beneath him, and can’t help but comply, speeding up. Youngwoong matches the change in pace, clutching tighter at Yunho’s chest from behind as his legs strain to keep him upright and to support his hips as they thrust.
“You’re so… so good.” Yunho’s words are half incoherent, and he’s not even sure who he’s talking too. They’re both good - sinfully so, and honestly he never in his wildest dreams could have thought there was pleasure like this. Never thought he’d ever experience anything like this. Their movements become rougher as the pleasure builds, their lust and desire pushing them to loose all semblance of restraint.
Jaejoong mewls helplessly, thrashing on the bed as Yunho’s weight ploughs down on him, his fingers clawing at Yunho’s back. This is not what he imagined, the many nights of dreams and fantasies alone in his bed swept away by the ferocious intensity of this moment, so good that he thinks he’s loosing his mind. It just gets worse, as he feels something shift above him, and a hand comes down to wrap around his erection, the warm slick hand sliding over him and pushing him just that bit further.
“Oh fuck… fuck… I can’t…” He stutters out, keening through the words as Yunho slams into the nub inside him that’s making him see white spots, raw pleasure coursing through every nerve in his body.
It seems he’s not the only one though, because Yunho rams into him once more, as deep as he’s ever been, and lets out another roar, his body spasming as his mind explodes into pleasure. Jaejoong can feel him pulse inside himself, feels the rush of blood in his ears and then the splash of being filled as Yunho releases. It’s enough to push him over the edge too, and he comes screaming to completion, nails digging into Yunho’s shoulders as his back snaps upward, the hand on his length pulling at just the right time. His milky seed covers the hand, dripping onto his own stomach as his twisted muscles begin to relax.
Youngwoong is the last, feeling Jaejoong climax into his hand and feeling Yunho’s tense body begin to slowly relax again, he makes a few last thrusts and lets himself go as well, biting into Yunho’s much abused shoulders as he stifles his cry of completion. Why, he’s not sure, because it’s not like either of the other two held back, and he’s sure anyone in a block radius would have heard them already.
Yunho shudders, and collapses on top of Jaejoong. His throat is raw, his breathing ragged, and he’s damn well never felt so completed in all his life. He can feel Jaejoong’s panting breaths against his neck, just as ragged as his own, and, once he gets a modicum of breath back, he presses a kiss to the sweaty, delicate skin behind Jaejoong’s earlobe, inky strands of silky hair sticking to his lips.
“Okay?” He whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, hoping that this wasn’t all too much for Jaejoong’s first time. There’s a breathless laugh though, and he knew he shouldn’t have worried.
“Very.” Is Jaejoong’s amused reply. He hears Youngwoong laughing as well, and there’s a smacking sound, Youngwoong kissing Jaejoong playfully. Yunho groans at the weight being pressed on him, his muscles tensing to try and take some of it so that they don’t totally flatten Jaejoong. Youngwoong takes the hint, and with a somewhat unpleasant squish, moves off Yunho.
Yunho coaxes his screaming muscles to move, leveraging himself to get off Jaejoong. There’s pressure on his back though, and Jae’s thighs weakly clamp down on his hips again.
“Mmm, stay.” Jaejoong entreats, hugging him close and giving him a sleepy, pleased smile. His little pink tongue comes out to lick his lips, and Yunho smiles, letting himself relax against Jaejoong for at least a little while longer.
Their little rest is interrupted by a wet towel being smacked on his ass. Yunho lets out an undignified yelp and jumps, rolling off Jaejoong, hands going to protect his bottom. He glares at Youngwoong, who his grinning like a Cheshire cat, and finds a slightly more exhausted version of the grin on Jaejoong’s face.
“Cheeky monkey.” He accuses, and Youngwoong’s grin only grows.
“Mmm. But a clean one.” The blonde returns. Jaejoong laughs at Yunho’s affront, and then Youngwoong helps the both of them clean up, sharing silly, sweet kisses with both of them.
The towel gets thrown in the general direction of the door, and then Jaejoong and Youngwoong somehow maneuver Yunho into the middle of the bed. They curl up on either side of him, and he feels like some sort of rock star, a gorgeous groupie on each arm. He shares the image, and gets two sharp pinches in the ribs for his trouble. They settle down a bit after that, the warm weight of afterglow setting in nicely.
“So?” Youngwoong asks, almost fearfully. He wants this, wants this so badly. Wants to be part of something he can call his own, something he’s actually chosen for himself.
Jaejoong peers at him over Yunho’s chest, half lidded eyes sexy and sleepy. “So, what?” He mumbles, not sure what he’s on about. Yunho cards his fingers through Youngwoong’s locks though. He understands, he thinks.
“It was good. Very good.” He replies reassuringly. Jaejoong opens one eye fully, finally getting it.
“Mmph.” His noise is of agreement, and Yunho grins at how cute he is.
“Good enough for a repeat?” Youngwoong’s eyes flicker between Yunho and Jaejoong, wondering if he’s found acceptance here. Yunho pauses. He knows what he wants, but he’s not the only one to make the decision. The answer seems obvious enough however when Jaejoong’s hand crawls across Yunho and grabs Youngwoong’s, tangling their fingers.
“There’d better be a repeat. Many, even.” The ebony haired singer threatens. It probably would have been more threatening if he didn’t look like an adorable half-asleep kitten. “Lots more to try.” The words are mumbled and obscured by Yunho’s chest, but Youngwoong smiles.
“I’d like that.” Yunho’s reply is more thoughtful, a goofily happy smile on his face.
Youngwoong lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiles himself, happy.
“I’m glad.” Is all he says. Jaejoong lets out a snuffly wuff of a snore, and Youngwong chokes back a laugh, smiling fondly across at his mirror image. And he is so very glad to be here, warm and loved and part of this, whatever it is.
Yunho smiles down at the light and dark heads on his chest and arm, his own eyes drooping, heavy with contentment. He couldn’t imagine any scene more perfect to sleep to, and with that thought in mind, he promptly falls into happy slumber.
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It’s past 10 when Changmin walks in, his stomach rumbling ominously, the boy having already made his way through three packets of crackers while waiting for proper food. Finally it had been too much, and he’d gone in search of someone to cook for him. This automatically ruled out Junsu, and while Yoochun could make mean fried eggs, he’d apparently gone on one of his cleaning rampages and was pulling apart the bedroom from top to bottom. Changmin did not want to get in the middle of that.
Besides, he would always prefer Jaejoong-hyung’s cooking, who could actually do more then fry eggs. Knocking on the closed door of the eldest two member’s bedroom, he receives no response. So, like everyone in their house did (most often without the preamble of knocking, but Changmin is feeling generous today), he just opens the door and walks in. He takes a look and his open mouth, ready to call for Jaejoong in his adorable-plaintive voice, freezes in place. He closes his eyes for 10 seconds, and then opens them again, but it’s still the same.
Well. That’s not really what he would have expected… and yet.
Yunho looks just like his protective ‘appa’ image, lying in the middle of the bed like that, and yet a rather decadent, wayward appa, because on one side, Jaejoong is curled up, head on Yunho’s shoulder, while Yunho holds him protectively around the waist. On the other side is Youngwoong, the blond hair fanned over Yunho’s outstretched arm, Youngwoong’s own arm draped over Yunho’s midsection.
Changmin smiles - grins - down at them fondly for a while, before tiptoeing out. He scoots down the hallway and braves Yoochun’s cleaning rag o’ doom to rescue his phone, and then quietly re-enters the room, taking some soundless snaps of the contented group with great satisfaction. Grinning happily to himself, he wonders how many decent instances of blackmail he’ll be able to pull off with these photos, and retreats from the room again, happy despite his lack of food.
Inside, Youngwoong cracks open one eye, staring at the door somewhat balefully. He knew that tall one was trouble. But for now… for now, he doesn’t care. Changmin would cause no life or death situations with his photos, and that is enough. He closes his eyes instead, shifting closer to Yunho’s warmth and falling into a contented sleep once more, feeling at home for the first time in a very long time.
Rating: NC17 threesome LEMON
Form: Oneshot
Words: 7, 805
Pairings: Youngwoong x Yunho X Jaejoong (MOST LITERALY. this is not going to be everyone's cup of tea. YES. There are two versions of Jae. NO, they are not twins or even related like that.)
Genre: drama, smut, first time fic
Summary: Yunho ends up back in his world, but with two Jaejoongs. After some initial freeze, the pair team up on Yunho and all three have some fun. ^^;
A/N: THIS IS NOT MY YOUNGWOONG!!!! I have to make this abundantly clear, that this is NOT from the world of Other Side.
This is based on the characters and story by sugarfrosting/out_of_words24, who wrote the most awesome fic Facets, that you will have to have read to understand what the hell is going on here. This diverges half way through the last chapter. You'll know where if you've read it. :D It's a sort of alternate ending I guess.
I got the insatiable urge for YW/YH/JJ sandwiching while reading Facets and asked her if I could write some smut for it. Unfortunatly, when I got to actually writing it, it went from simple smut to this... thing. And I don't think it stays very true to out_of_words24's characters. D: I'm so, so sorry! I really can't do them justice.
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When Yunho returns, his members are just as glad to see him as he is them. They’re the people he knows, inside and out, not the warped mirror-images of them that he’s been facing for the past few days. It’s such a relief to see them, that Yunho can believe he’s actually back. Actually home.
Jaejoong practically throws himself at Yunho, clinging to him so tightly that the taller almost can’t breathe. But he never thinks of complaining, hugging the slim body tight in return as Yoochun piles onto one side, bawling unabashedly, and the other two follow, engulfing Yunho in a much welcomed, warm hug.
When Junsu pulls back, trying to calm Yoochun down, and Changmin laughs somewhat wetly at the image they make, Jaejoong does not move, his head buried in Yunho’s shoulder. It takes Yunho a few moments to realize that Jaejoong is shaking ever so slightly, and that his shirt is getting slightly damp under the other’s face.
He feels his own tears coming, and squeezes Jaejoong tight enough to snap him.
It's right about then that Junsu screams squeakily, jumping back and almost falling over the couch, staring at the door. Yoochun and Changmin follow their gazes, their jaws dropping as they frantically look from the figure in the doorway to the one ensconced in Yunho’s arms.
Jaejoong pulls back, finally, to see what the matter is, wiping his eyes impatiently and acting as if they weren’t glistening at all. He too stops dead though upon seeing the man in the doorway, the doorway that might have been a mirror for what is reflected there.
“Changshik?” He squeaks out himself without thinking, and Changmin kicks his calf lightly.
“Changshik’s not real, hyung!” He reminds, but has no answer for who, then, the person is. The mirror of Jaejoong, apart from his hair, shifts uncomfortably, and looks to Yunho.
Yunho coughs, breaking away from Jaejoong to make his way to the blonde man.
“Uhm. Guys, this is Youngwoong.” He says, putting a reassuring hand on Youngwoong’s lower back. Jaejoong sees the motion, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Why don’t we go sit down. I’ve got a lot to tell you.” Yunho goes on, pushing Youngwoong forward a step as he too moves, urging everyone towards the couches.
Still staring at Youngwoong, they obey their leader and sit. Jaejoong is on one side of Yunho, and Youngwoong sits on the other. Jaejoong scrutinizes the man until Yunho clears his throat, and all eyes turn to him.
The story takes a surprisingly short time to tell. After all, he doesn’t know they why’s or how’s of any of it, so all he can say is what he experienced.
They’re all looking at him blankly, like he’s lost his mind, and then Youngwoong speaks up.
“He’s not crazy. I think I’m living proof of that.” The man says, and all of them can hear the edge in his words that Jaejoong’s voice never carries, even when he’s completely pissed off.
There is, oddly, no other explanation they can come up with, not even Changmin, and so that’s that. Youngwoong is there, and from the set of Yunho’s jaw, he’s there to stay.
None of them are quite sure how to deal with this, with the doppelganger that sticks by Yunho like a shadow, and, despite appearances, is most obviously not Jaejoong. He’s harder and more brittle, cynical and sarcastic in a way that makes Junsu squirm, Changmin sneer and Yoochun turn his back. Jaejoong, for his part, doesn’t like the pretend-him, not at all, and not in the least because Yunho keeps touching him, and the man keeps whispering things into Yunho’s ear, his expression half lidded and sometimes strangely soft. If looks could kill, Youngwoong would be on the floor with a few dozen knives in his chest.
It’s a few days later when Jaejoong has retreated to his and Yunho’s room to sulk at the attention Youngwoong was garnering when the door opens and the blonde slips into the room, closing the door behind him. Jaejoong shoots him a not so subtle glare.
“Can I help you?” He asks in a very unhelpful tone, and Youngwoong just steps closer to the bed, tilting his head in consideration.
“I don’t see why he thinks you’re the sun.” Youngwoong remarks abruptly, and Jaejoong frowns in confusion.
“What?” He asks, irritated at the thought of Youngwoong playing some sort of head game with him. He’s already figured out that Youngwoong is a lot sneakier and wily then Jae could ever hope to be.
“You seem every bit as chilly as I am, though maybe more childishly.” Youngwoong goes on as if the other had never spoken. Jaejoong lets out an affronted noise and sits up, wanting to hit the other boy. But he won’t… because he’s a little bit scared of Youngwoong, no matter how annoying he finds him. There’s something about the way he stands and reacts to movements that says no punch Jaejoong threw would ever hit its mark, and it’s likely Jaejoong would instead be the one left sprawled on the floor.
“I’m not… ‘chilly’.” Jaejoong replies, although the coldness in his voice belays his words. Youngwoong lifts and eyebrow.
“So it’s just me, is it?” Youngwoong asks, and Jaejoong is taken aback at the almost sad tone.
“It’s not… you… it’s… you’re… me. And it’s weird.” Jaejoong splutters defensively, not liking how this has suddenly all turned around.
“Yunho dreams of you, you know.” Youngwoong again speaks abruptly after a few minutes of awkward silence. Jaejoong blinks.
“He does?” He repeats dumbly.
“Yes. He calls your name at night.” Youngwoong confirms, looking out the window. This universe is strange, backwards, and he finds it odd not to have the technologies that he’s used to. There are too many trees and very old buildings. He wonders if Yunho likes it more here… the other place was much prettier in his estimation. Cleaner.
“Wait.” Jaejoong says suspiciously, eyes narrowing again. “How do you know what he says at night?” Youngwoong’s lips press together to repress a smile. Once he succeeds, he turns around to look back at the dark haired version of himself.
“Because I sleep with him, of course. Or, at least, I did… back there.” He hesitates on how to call his old universe… it’s not quite home, but he can’t call this place home either. Not yet anyway. He doesn’t know how he fits here… and he knows the others are suspicious of him, not just Jaejoong. He feels badly for clinging for Yunho, but Yunho is all he knows, even if Yunho now has his precious Jaejoong and has no need for a substitute.
Jaejoong splutters, something very much like rage bubbling away in him, and he glares forcefully at Youngwoong. With Yunho. Yunho… how could Yunho…? His thoughts muddle, tossed around into a nonsensical mess with the force of his emotions.
“So you do like him then.” Youngwoong observes almost to himself, and Jaejoong nearly chokes.
“I - I don’t…!” he stutters out, words held back by anger or shock, or some other emotion.
“Don’t…?” Youngwoong mocks, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t like Yunho? Don’t like men, like that?” he supplies helpfully, smugly. “I think you do.”
It might be the ultimate narcissism, but as Youngwoong looks down into Jaejoong’s face, he can’t help but admire the beauty in the singer. It somehow looks different on Jaejoong, then it does him when he sees himself in the mirror, the things he finds flawed in himself oddly characterizing and endearing when viewed in the picture of Jaejoong’s whole. He knows he’d been chosen for honey pot missions for a reason, but he is perhaps only now truly understanding the reasoning for it.
He doesn’t really feel wrong about making these observations. He’s been watching Jaejoong… he has precious little else to do really, and so he watches, because it’s fascinating to see someone with his face. He’s been watching, and it’s so very obvious now to him that Jaejoong is not him. Not even close. Somewhere along the line, their lives diverged, and produced very different people. Just as it seemed it had done with the Jung from his old world and Yunho here. And Youngwoong is beginning to realize that he likes the people of this world better.
A whole lot better. His expression changes, eyes drooping down to half mast as he licks his lips. Jaejoong notices, suddenly feeling very preyed upon, especially in his position on the bed as Youngwoong looms over him, looking decidedly hungry.
“Y… Youngwoong?” He stutters out, edging backwards.
Youngwoong’s grin spreads, and he bites his lip to keep from laughing lightly at the other boy’s nervousness. “Oh yes. I really think you do.” He repeats. Even if it wasn’t glaring obvious how head over heels Jaejoong was for Yunho, with how protective and jealous he was, Youngwoong can see the signs right there in Jaejoong’s body language. The boy might be nervous as all hell, suspicious and unsure, but he was also responding to Youngwoong. Even if it’s unconscious, Youngwoong can see the signs in Jaejoong - the tilt of his eyes, the slant of his shoulders. The way his hips tilt ever so subtly towards Youngwoong. It’s all there. And Youngwoong smirks.
“I… I don’t.” Jaejoong’s rebuttal is feeble at best.
“You don’t, or you’re too scared to try?” Youngwoong suggests coyly, and Jaejoong’s eyes pop to saucers. He stutters, lost for words, and Youngwoong goes in for the kill. “You really shouldn’t knock it before you try it.” He practically purrs. Jaejoong lets out a small eep, but despite his urge to do so, he does not bolt from the room.
Youngwoong leans over him, his mouth halfway between a soft smile and a smirk. Jaejoong shrinks back slightly, reflexively, but the blond just follows him forward, hovering in front of him.
“You could think of it as… masturbation.” He says wickedly, before surging the remaining distance and kissing Jaejoong.
Their lips meet, and the touch startles Jaejoong to a moment of immobility, Youngwoong nudging him slowly to respond. It doesn’t feel so bad, not bad at all really, and slowly Jaejoong unfreezes, allowing Youngwoong’s lips and wet tongue to coax his mouth open. He can feel the weight and warmth of the blond as he slides down onto the bed beside Jaejoong, and Youngwoong’s hands drift over his body, pulling him closer.
This, Jaejoong thinks to himself, should feel a lot more awkward and wrong then it does. In fact, it’s beginning to feel startlingly good, and he finds himself melting into Youngwoong’s advances, very aware of how much more experienced the other seems to be. Youngwoong is a damn good kisser, and Jaejoong is almost embarrassed by his lack of skills in this department, or would have been if he’d been given half a moment to think about it. Youngwoong is determinedly working on his ‘experience’ however, and Jaejoong is only too happy to let him, the blonde’s lips sweet and soft on his own.
Youngwoong tugs him even closer, sliding their bodies to slot in against one another - a somewhat strange exercise. They’re exactly the same height, and although of a slightly different build, they have the same approximate dips and curves, which means it’s not quite so easy to meld as they’d like. Jaejoong ends up sliding down slightly lower then Youngwoong, his head tilting up to keep their lip lock as Youngwoong’s sure hands explore the dip of his back and hip. Jaejoong tentatively begins his own explorations, his left hand fisting into the hem of the blonde’s shirt and his leg twining into Youngwoong’s.
Kisses turn to nips and Jaejoong’s eyes slide open to look into the dark orbs of his mirror image - a sight he finds disconcerting and at the same time oddly calming. Youngwoong smiles lazily at him and begins to nibble gently on his jaw, an action that sends shivers of delight down his spine.
“See, this is not so bad now, is it?” Youngwoong teases lowly between nips, and Jaejoong pants in response. Youngwoong pulls away momentarily, to take in Jaejoong fully, his finger grazing over the small birthmark on the other’s neck that isn’t in place on his own. Jaejoong smiles at him, somewhat hesitantly, and Youngwoong smiles back. Yunho might be right after all… there’s sunshine in that smile, and it’s more of a smile then Youngwoong’s wiry lip twitches have ever been. He wonders if this might have been him, if things had been… different.
Jaejoong’s lips part, and a pink tongue comes out to moisten them. After a moment’s hesitation, he leans forward and tentatively brings their lips together again. Youngwoong smiles into the kiss and opens his mouth to Jaejoong’s curious tongue, amused at his kittenish eagerness. There’s no one to impress here, and Youngwoong luxuriates in the long, soft kiss; his mind blissfully blank of anything but Jaejoong and this moment.
They share lazy, easy kisses for some time, before ending up just sprawled together on the bed. Youngwoong’s eyes slide over the pretty singer, and he offers a small smile.
“You know… I might have slept with him, but I’m not the one he’s in love with.” His words are resigned and a little sad. Jaejoong’s eyebrows furrow together though, oddly touched by how vulnerable Youngwoong looks.
“I don’t think so. He’s never… well, he’s never shown any interest in me.” Jaejoong argues, eyes fixed on the face that is so similar to his. Youngwoong snorts.
“You’re kidding, right? You’re both so blind.” He comments, disbelieving that anyone could not see the sort of obvious care that both of them displayed towards one another. It was so obvious. Jaejoong was just giving him a look though, that said he didn’t believe a word of it. “It’s true. He’s in love with you.”
“How can he be in love with me? Even if he were, doesn’t that mean he’d be in love with you too?” Jaejoong’s simple logic makes Youngwoong laugh.
“Stupid.” He rolls his eyes. “We’re not the same person, Jaejoong. We might look the same, but we’re really not the same at all. I think you know that.”
Jaejoong pouts, annoyed at being called out like that.
“Maybe… but... there’s something between you two - I’ve seen it.” He says defiantly. He’s seen the soft looks Yunho gives Youngwoong when the other man isn’t watching.
“Jaejoong…!” Youngwoong’s frustration is palpable. “He’s in love with you. It’s written all over his face every time he so much as looks at you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head.
“He looks at you the same way he looks at me. If he’s in love with me, as you say, then he’s in love with you too.” He says, trailing a hand down Youngwoong’s back.
“When he looks at me, he sees you.” Youngwoong says simply after a long pause, concrete in that belief.
“I don’t think he does.” Jaejoong’s tone is not so firm, but the voice that follows is.
“Of course I don’t.” Both of them look up to see Yunho standing there in the door, staring at both of them. He steps forward as the pair make no move to disentangle themselves. He swallows, trying the bring his mind back to what he was talking about rather then the delicious smorgasbord of gorgeousness that is so attractively presented on the bed. A small part of his brain spares an inquiring thought as to why, exactly, the pair of them are entangled on the bed, when he’d previously had the distinct impression they disliked each other.
“I told you that before. Jaejoong is Jaejoong… you are… yourself.” Yunho explains, inadequately. Jaejoong smiles at him from over Youngwoong’s shoulder, and it’s a shy, coy tilt of his lips. He nudges Youngwoong, as if to say ‘told you so’, and Youngwoong gives Yunho an assessing look.
“Then is the other part right too?” Youngwoong asks challengingly. Jaejoong curls deeper into Youngwoong, afraid of the answer and unable to look at Yunho as he responds. Yunho hasn’t heard everything though, and just raises a brow.
“What other part?” He asks. Youngwoong huffs and turns away from him in some exasperation before turning back again and asking the question Jaejoong fears and craves at the same time.
“That you’re in love with Jaejoong.” He states simply. To Yunho though, the words are shocking, and freeze him completely. He stares at them, wide eyed, Youngwoong’s gaze assessing, Jaejoong’s eyes wide.
“I-” He begins abortively.
“You?” Youngwoong prods him on, unmerciful in his quest for an answer. Yunho’s still not able to gather his thoughts enough however, stunned by the strength of that statement, which sums up the intense yet hazy feelings he has for Jaejoong. In all the time he was away, Jaejoong reined supreme as the thing, person, he missed, the thing he wanted back most. He dreamt of Jaejoong, day dreamed. Since he’s been back, he’s lavished attention on the singer, attempting to make up for time lost. But never in that time has he seriously thought about the reason for that, thought about the label he’d put on it. He’s blind sided by the revelation.
The word ‘love’ rings true, oh so true, to him though, and as he looks at the wide dark eyes of his best friend, his rock, and his doppelganger who he’s loved in the opportunity of it, he knows he can no longer be idle about it.
“Yes.” He replies to the simple statement with his own simple answer. There’s no frills on his feelings, and no frills on his answer. “Yes, Jaejoong, yes.” He repeats, with eyes only for the beautiful man who’s been his life for years now.
Something like relief floods Jaejoong as he hears the word, but the feeling is so much stronger then that, balled up with joy and incredulity, all of it ready to burst out of him in its intensity. He stares back, basking in Yunho’s gaze, and the emotion that he sees there connects with this bursting feeling, feeding it.
Youngwoong snorts lightly at how utterly love struck the pair of them are, standing there like morons just looking at each other. He stands, disentangling himself from Jaejoong and moving over to Yunho. He places both his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, commanding the dancer’s attention, and looks into his eyes. He sees fear and desire and hope there, and he smiles up at the other man, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss over Yunho’s lips. He then quickly steps around Yunho, and uses his hands to guide and push the taller man down onto the bed beside Jaejoong, who is now sitting up and biting his lip nervously.
The pair stare at each other, and Youngwoong rolls his eyes, putting a hand between Yunho’s shoulder blades and shoving him forward. Yunho pushes back against it, resisting, but after Youngwoong releases the pressure, he takes a deep breath, and moves forward. He gives Jaejoong plenty of time to move away if he wants too, but Jaejoong doesn’t, excitement pooling in the bottom of his stomach as Yunho invades his personal space.
Their lips meet tentatively and gently, Yunho’s eyes closing at first contact with the soft, plump petals, feeling like there should be fireworks or something going on in the background because he’s dreamed of this for so long. Jaejoong makes a little noise, and opens his mouth, and then they’re really kissing. Kissing like how Youngwoong had kissed them both, except it’s different yet again for each of them. For Jaejoong, Yunho is the opposite of Youngwoong. His lips are a little less soft, more chapped and dry, and his taste is deeper, like musk. Jaejoong thinks it suits him, suits him like the hint of stubble he can feel on Yunho’s upper lip, and the scent that Jaejoong has always associated with Yunho, which is a mix of soap and sweat and warmth. For Yunho, Jaejoong is like Youngwoong, except not. The lips are soft and sweet, like Youngwoong’s, but their shy hesitance and the way they move is different. Yunho can’t say that either is better or worse, but the knowledge that this is Jaejoong is enough to make him want to keep this kiss forever. He doesn’t know what Jaejoong tastes like, except that it’s good and he wants to taste it every day for the rest of his life.
Youngwoong sits to the side of the bed, watching them kiss with a wistful smile. He still feels like the outsider here, and debates leaving, and letting the pair discover themselves. It may be the narcissism speaking again, he thinks, but they look damn good together, and the kiss just keeps getting hotter as he watches, each of them drawn into each other like drowning men. He makes to get up, but a hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Looking down in surprise, he finds Jaejoong breaking away from the kiss reluctantly, running his tongue over his lips and looking up at his doppelganger, eyes heavy. Yunho looks up as well, unsure as he looks between the two mirror images. It seems Jaejoong does actually know what he wants though, and tugs Youngwoong back onto the bed, tumbling him against the raven haired boy with his force. Jaejoong surges forward and kisses him, and there’s none of the shy innocence that has marked their previous kisses there. It’s hot and demanding and Youngwoong moans, tilting his head to deepen it.
Yunho can’t help but gape, watching the two of them as their mouths meld, fingers twining into each other’s hair. It’s like some sort of trippy dream, he thinks to himself, and then another part whispers that he’d never imagined anything this hot, even in his dreams. And it is hot, damn hot, watching the pair rub against each other like that, kissing passionately and well… they’re both so damn gorgeous. It also helps, he supposes, that he’s in love with one of them and maybe, perhaps, could be with the other as well.
The kiss breaks, eventually, with both of them panting slightly. They turn as one, looking up at the stunned, aroused Yunho, with identical looks of lust on their faces.
“Yunnie…” Jaejoong murmurs, and Youngwoong gives him a ‘come hither’ gesture with one hand, the other one still tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, cradling the back of the other’s head.
Yunho thinks he can’t argue with that look, even if in some deluded state he wanted to. So he lets himself drop forward, into both their embraces, and feels the pair of them wiggle underneath him delightfully.
Soon, they’re all lips and fumbling hands, and Yunho doesn’t know if he’s kissing Jaejoong or Youngwoong, or who’s hands are undoing his pants, but he doesn’t really care, because god does it feel good. Jaejoong whimpers sexily as one of Yunho’s hands finds its way to his ass, hand caressing over it a few times before greedily groping it. He reciprocates by fastening on to Yunho’s neck and suckling hard on the skin there, until it heats under his tongue. Then he moves on to the next patch of skin, until Yunho yanks him up to his face and kisses him thoroughly, while Youngwoong slides between them and tugs off Jaejoong’s jeans, the brush of his hands over Jae’s thighs making him shiver in delight, which makes Yunho kiss him all the more determinedly.
They break apart suddenly as Jaejoong yelps, Youngwoong haven bitten down hard on his hip, demanding attention. Laughing, Jaejoong tumbles him over, kissing him briefly and fiercely before going down to work on his pebbled nipples, wicked tongue working over them and drawing gasps from the blond. Meanwhile, Yunho has struggled out of his clothes, and clambers up behind Jaejoong, encircling his waist in a tight embrace that’s familiar to both of them, but this time with a distinct lack of clothing between their bodies. Jaejoong yelps at the very sudden realization of just what is pressing up against the curve of his bottom, and Youngwoong grins mischievously, leaning over his shoulder to lick at Yunho’s jaw and nibble on his ear.
After working his way down to Youngwoong’s navel (and amused to see that yes, he too had a piercing there, even if any evidence of a nipple one is missing), and swirling his tongue into the dimple, Jaejoong sits up, forcing Yunho with him, and looks down at Youngwoong critically. Compared to Jaejoong and Yunho, who are both blissfully naked, Youngwoong has far too many clothes on. All three make very quick work of this particular problem, and while Yunho captures Jaejoong’s full attention, running his hands up and down the singer’s sensitive inner thighs and making him giggle, Youngwoong makes a quick dash for the bathroom. He’s unabashed at his nakedness, even if any of the other three members happen to seen him. It seems there is nobody wondering about however, and he makes it back to the bedroom, a bottle of lotion in hand, to find Jaejoong on his back with his whole body wrapped around Yunho, who is hovering over him with his head buried in the crook of Jaejoong’s neck, the pair of them looking for all the world as if they were already making love. Youngwoong approaches them slowly, Jaejoong’s eyes fastening onto him, a blissful smile across his face. Youngwoong smiles back, and holds up the lotion in explanation for his absence. Jaejoong’s eyes widen and he pushes Yunho away from him a bit, untangling himself from the tight embrace.
“I…” Jaejoong begins, and falters before he’d even really begun, eyes showing his worry. Yunho looks up at Youngwoong, not knowing what had caused Jaejoong’s sudden distance and pause in their play. He sees the lotion in the blonde’s hands and furrows his brows, feeling unsure himself.
“Hey now…” Youngwoong sooths, sliding onto the bed to curl an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and press a kiss to the skin just below his earlobe. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I just thought, with how we were going…” He trails off, shrugging.
Yunho takes Jaejoong’s hand in both his own, holding it reassuringly. “Jaejoongie…” He stops, unsure of what exactly he wants to say. He wants Jaejoong, ever so much, but he can see Jaejoong’s expression shuttering in the face of whatever turmoil is going on inside, and he frowns. He hates it when Jaejoong tries to close himself off from Yunho. It doesn’t happen often, but it hurts, seeing that blank façade when Jaejoong is so bubbly and demonstrative with him usually.
Jaejoong pushes the breath down in his stomach, his lower lip pouting out in thought. “It’s not… that I don’t want to.” He looks away from both of them suddenly embarrassed. “It’s just…. I’ve never…” He stops, hiding from the knowledge of what he knows they’ve already done. Done without him. Youngwoong knows though. Can see the thought as if it was his own, and he rolls his eyes. He leans over to whisper into Jaejoong’s ear, a wicked smirk on his face. Jaejoong’s eyebrows rise as Youngwoong speaks, and Yunho can only look on with worried, confused eyes as they share secrets. He’s not even really sure what this is about.
Jaejoong laughs then, covering his mouth with a hand reflexively, while Youngwoong whispers one last sentence in his ear before pulling back, nodding at Jaejoong’s incredulous look. “So no worries, hm?” Youngwoong prods, and Jaejoong’s shy smile turns back to Yunho. Yunho has no idea what Youngwoong has said to prompt the change, but Jaejoong’s hesitation seems to be swept away completely.
“No worries.” Jaejoong agrees, quite assertively, and lowers himself back onto the bed, crooking a finger at Yunho to call him forward. Unsure as to what just happened, but all to willing to do whatever either of them bid him, Yunho comes easily, leaning over Jaejoong. He feels movement on the bed, and then there’s warmth pressed up against his side as Youngwoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s hips. He looks sideways and finds himself embroiled in a lusty kiss, only to be jerked away by his hair, lips claimed roughly by another hot mouth. He moans into the kiss hard when he feels a slim, slick wrapping around his arousal, stroking gently at it for a moment before disappointingly disappearing. He gropes sideways, blindly, and manages to catch a handful of Youngwoong’s ass, cupping it appreciatively and then groping unashamedly. He can hear Youngwoong’s bark of surprised laughter, and then he and Jaejoong are both grinning, their kiss breaking for it.
Youngwoong fastens onto the side of Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and licking there until Jaejoong moans delightfully. Yunho decides that looks like a good idea, and, liking the noises Jaejoong is making, bends over Youngwoong’s chest, endeavoring to elicit the same from the blond. His lips trail downwards, teasing the soft skin of Youngwoong’s abdomen, even as his hands caress Jaejoong’s supple thighs, gliding up towards the heated joint of his hips and legs. Youngwoong somehow knows, and Yunho has to stop himself from flinching, as a large squirt of lotion coats one of his hands. He casts a brief glance downwards between nips, rubbing his hands together the smooth out the slick substance over them. He reluctantly leaves the delicious banquet of Youngwoong’s belly to sit up and concentrate on the task at hand.
He spreads Jaejoong’s legs gently, tipping a long leg upwards slightly, until Jaejoong himself takes over the movement and helpfully raises it, giving his implicit agreement. Yunho goes slow, oh so slow, tenderly coating Jaejoong’s entrance and letting the whimpers he emits die down before easing a finger forth. Another whimper is heard, but quickly silenced. Looking up, Yunho finds that Youngwoong is attempting to distract Jaejoong, the pair sharing a searing kiss. Taking advantage of the distraction, Yunho pushes his finger deeper, wiggling it in the tight heat. His breath catches, disbelieving that this is actually happening. That this could happen.
Jaejoong forces himself to be lost in Youngwoong’s hot mouth, responding to his sure touches and coaxing tongue. The fingers moving inside him feel strange, neither pleasant nor unpleasant really - just odd. He’s afraid, but the fear is overwhelmed by his need, his want of the two men in bed with him. He trusts Yunho, oh he trusts Yunho to the ends of the earth, and Youngwoong just seems to know him… in a way perhaps nobody else in the world could ever know him, as a schism of himself. He’s in good hands… such very good hands… and he lets himself get taken away by the feelings.
When the fingers slide out of him, he’s almost disappointed. Then, he feels Yunho shifting, and Youngwoong releases his mouth, panting. He rolls his head to look upwards, Yunho’s face before him with such a soft expression that his fear subsides. Yunho nuzzles his face lovingly, and kisses him so sweetly that he just melts. As they break apart, he can see Youngwoong running his hands over Yunho’s strong back, kneeling above them both as he urges Jaejoong’s knees upward, settling his feet on the bed. Yunho descends onto him further with the new position, and Youngwoong’s eyes smile at him over Yunho’s shoulder.
“Ready?” Youngwoong asks, and Jaejoong swallows. Yunho turns his head and kisses Youngwoong briefly, the blond nipping his lower lip as they part.
“Yes.” Jaejoong says, wiggling slightly. He doesn’t want to wait any longer. He thinks he’s been waiting long enough, really. Yunho looks down to affirm his answer, and he nods.
Youngwoong’s hand is between them, helping them to join, and as Yunho slowly sinks into Jaejoong, he bites his lip. It burns, the intrusion much larger then the fingers Yunho had used to prepare him, and he can feel his body resisting. Youngwoong’s hand slips down onto Jaejoong’s own arousal, stroking it just how he likes it, and helping to keep his mind off the pain.
The pain is still there in his eyes though, and Yunho pauses, stilling himself with a great effort so that Jaejoong might adjust. It’s damn difficult though - Jaejoong is tight and hot and… Jaejoong, and all he wants to do is to move in him. Eventually, the vice around him loosens slightly and Yunho feels like it might be okay to begin moving. He withdraws slowly, the friction causing him to bite on his lip in pleasure, and then he pushes forward again. A loud cry rips from Jaejoong’s lips, and Yunho groans.
Youngwoong watches them with fascination, captivated by their expressions and noises of gratification as Yunho rocks into Jaejoong so lovingly. Youngwoong remembers that, remembers how it feels to be taken away by the warmth in Yunho’s eyes and the strength of his body. And he wants to be part of it now too. Biting his lip, he presses a few kisses into Yunho’s shoulder, over the corded muscles and the heated skin. He finds the lotion bottle again and re-coats his hand, moving around behind the pair of them. He touches Yunho’s back, running a hand down the dip of his spine, and rises up over them. He kisses the side of Yunho’s jaw, and then looks down on Jaejoong, whose eyes are hazy with the pleasure he’s feeling. Trailing his fingers over Yunho’s flexing abdomen, feeling the movement of his body as he works his way deep into Jaejoong, Youngwoong can’t keep back his own arousal.
“Yunho…” He whispers huskily into Yunho’s ear. Yunho can’t really talk, but he grunts in acknowledgement. “Yunho, I want you.” He presses his lips into the shell of Yunho’s ear, lapping at it. “Can I…?” His words are hot and heavy, and Yunho shudders. Jaejoong moans headily, and Youngwoong smirks. “Can I?” He repeats, pressing into Yunho’s back and moving with him.
Yunho’s loosing his mind. Youngwoong isn’t playing fair, although he’s not sure there are rules for these sorts of situations. Jaejoong is so fucking good, his body receptive and beautiful, his expressions tantilising and his mouth utterly delectable. And then there’s Youngwoong, molding to his back and creating an even larger inferno of heat as he feels the blonde’s hardness pressing against him.
“Yes, fuck, yes…” He manages to moan out, and he can feel Youngwoong’s triumphant grin against his neck.
He has to slow down, practically stopping, as Youngwoong’s fingers nudge at his own entrance. He’s shivering, with desire, and also apprehension. This is new, and he’s not sure he wants it exactly, but right now he’s not going to argue. Jaejoong’s eyes flutter open at the lack of movement, plump bruised lips pouting out. His brow furrows momentarily, not able to figure out what is going on, only that the delightful fullness inside him is still there but nothing is happening. He sees Youngwoong moving above Yunho though, and sees the conflicted expression on Yunho’s face and the tenseness in his shoulders, and finally gets it, his eyes going impossibly wide at the thought.
Yunho bites his lip as the fingers enter him, and Jaejoong decides to do a little distracting of his own. He reaches up and tangles his fingers at the back of Yunho’s neck, pulling him down demandingly and kissing him messily and hungrily, his tongue everywhere. He hitches his legs up, thighs gripping onto Yunho’s hips, and tilts his hips, drawing Yunho into him just that much more. Yunho groans into his mouth, and suddenly relaxes against Youngwoong’s probe.
They remain stilled, Jaejoong impatient for movement but understanding enough to wait, reveling instead in the knowledge of Yunho inside him, of the passion in the dancer’s eyes and the heatedness of his kiss. He’s not so surprised too when Yunho lets out a primal roar, slamming down against him as Youngwoong finishes his prep and begins the slow slide into Yunho.
Youngwong clenches his teeth, trying not to move too quickly. It’s been a damn long time since he’s done this, and Yunho is tight and inexperienced. He can see Jaejoong’s wide eyes as Yunho clutches at him hard enough to near snap his waist, and he gulps against the pretty vulnerability in that gaze. The tense line of Yunho’s back trembles then, and he has to re-direct his attentions.
Yunho is dying, overloaded with sensation. How can it be this good? He thinks, garbled up with a whole lot of other things as he whimpers into Jaejoong’s hair. Jaejoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s shoulders, holding him tight as his body shudders, trying to contain all the emotions he’s feeling.
Youngwoong steadies himself, and begins to rock, very very slowly, so that they don’t all jump over the edge before they’ve even really begun. Yunho would be appreciative of this, except he can’t put together coherent thoughts at this point, instead closing his eyes and just feeling.
After a while, Youngwoong finds his pace, and Yunho’s managed to prop himself up again. With some encouragement from Jaejoong, he begins to work with Youngwoong’s thrusts to move into the singer below him, his tight clutching heat coiling the bed of passion inside of Yunho. The thrusts become more sure, and Jaejoong thrashes his head back, moaning.
“Yunho… Yunnie… more, please, harder…” Jaejoong begs, thighs gripping like a tight vice as he tries to draw Yunho impossibly deeper. Yunho bites his lip, looking down at the pale, writhing god beneath him, and can’t help but comply, speeding up. Youngwoong matches the change in pace, clutching tighter at Yunho’s chest from behind as his legs strain to keep him upright and to support his hips as they thrust.
“You’re so… so good.” Yunho’s words are half incoherent, and he’s not even sure who he’s talking too. They’re both good - sinfully so, and honestly he never in his wildest dreams could have thought there was pleasure like this. Never thought he’d ever experience anything like this. Their movements become rougher as the pleasure builds, their lust and desire pushing them to loose all semblance of restraint.
Jaejoong mewls helplessly, thrashing on the bed as Yunho’s weight ploughs down on him, his fingers clawing at Yunho’s back. This is not what he imagined, the many nights of dreams and fantasies alone in his bed swept away by the ferocious intensity of this moment, so good that he thinks he’s loosing his mind. It just gets worse, as he feels something shift above him, and a hand comes down to wrap around his erection, the warm slick hand sliding over him and pushing him just that bit further.
“Oh fuck… fuck… I can’t…” He stutters out, keening through the words as Yunho slams into the nub inside him that’s making him see white spots, raw pleasure coursing through every nerve in his body.
It seems he’s not the only one though, because Yunho rams into him once more, as deep as he’s ever been, and lets out another roar, his body spasming as his mind explodes into pleasure. Jaejoong can feel him pulse inside himself, feels the rush of blood in his ears and then the splash of being filled as Yunho releases. It’s enough to push him over the edge too, and he comes screaming to completion, nails digging into Yunho’s shoulders as his back snaps upward, the hand on his length pulling at just the right time. His milky seed covers the hand, dripping onto his own stomach as his twisted muscles begin to relax.
Youngwoong is the last, feeling Jaejoong climax into his hand and feeling Yunho’s tense body begin to slowly relax again, he makes a few last thrusts and lets himself go as well, biting into Yunho’s much abused shoulders as he stifles his cry of completion. Why, he’s not sure, because it’s not like either of the other two held back, and he’s sure anyone in a block radius would have heard them already.
Yunho shudders, and collapses on top of Jaejoong. His throat is raw, his breathing ragged, and he’s damn well never felt so completed in all his life. He can feel Jaejoong’s panting breaths against his neck, just as ragged as his own, and, once he gets a modicum of breath back, he presses a kiss to the sweaty, delicate skin behind Jaejoong’s earlobe, inky strands of silky hair sticking to his lips.
“Okay?” He whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, hoping that this wasn’t all too much for Jaejoong’s first time. There’s a breathless laugh though, and he knew he shouldn’t have worried.
“Very.” Is Jaejoong’s amused reply. He hears Youngwoong laughing as well, and there’s a smacking sound, Youngwoong kissing Jaejoong playfully. Yunho groans at the weight being pressed on him, his muscles tensing to try and take some of it so that they don’t totally flatten Jaejoong. Youngwoong takes the hint, and with a somewhat unpleasant squish, moves off Yunho.
Yunho coaxes his screaming muscles to move, leveraging himself to get off Jaejoong. There’s pressure on his back though, and Jae’s thighs weakly clamp down on his hips again.
“Mmm, stay.” Jaejoong entreats, hugging him close and giving him a sleepy, pleased smile. His little pink tongue comes out to lick his lips, and Yunho smiles, letting himself relax against Jaejoong for at least a little while longer.
Their little rest is interrupted by a wet towel being smacked on his ass. Yunho lets out an undignified yelp and jumps, rolling off Jaejoong, hands going to protect his bottom. He glares at Youngwoong, who his grinning like a Cheshire cat, and finds a slightly more exhausted version of the grin on Jaejoong’s face.
“Cheeky monkey.” He accuses, and Youngwoong’s grin only grows.
“Mmm. But a clean one.” The blonde returns. Jaejoong laughs at Yunho’s affront, and then Youngwoong helps the both of them clean up, sharing silly, sweet kisses with both of them.
The towel gets thrown in the general direction of the door, and then Jaejoong and Youngwoong somehow maneuver Yunho into the middle of the bed. They curl up on either side of him, and he feels like some sort of rock star, a gorgeous groupie on each arm. He shares the image, and gets two sharp pinches in the ribs for his trouble. They settle down a bit after that, the warm weight of afterglow setting in nicely.
“So?” Youngwoong asks, almost fearfully. He wants this, wants this so badly. Wants to be part of something he can call his own, something he’s actually chosen for himself.
Jaejoong peers at him over Yunho’s chest, half lidded eyes sexy and sleepy. “So, what?” He mumbles, not sure what he’s on about. Yunho cards his fingers through Youngwoong’s locks though. He understands, he thinks.
“It was good. Very good.” He replies reassuringly. Jaejoong opens one eye fully, finally getting it.
“Mmph.” His noise is of agreement, and Yunho grins at how cute he is.
“Good enough for a repeat?” Youngwoong’s eyes flicker between Yunho and Jaejoong, wondering if he’s found acceptance here. Yunho pauses. He knows what he wants, but he’s not the only one to make the decision. The answer seems obvious enough however when Jaejoong’s hand crawls across Yunho and grabs Youngwoong’s, tangling their fingers.
“There’d better be a repeat. Many, even.” The ebony haired singer threatens. It probably would have been more threatening if he didn’t look like an adorable half-asleep kitten. “Lots more to try.” The words are mumbled and obscured by Yunho’s chest, but Youngwoong smiles.
“I’d like that.” Yunho’s reply is more thoughtful, a goofily happy smile on his face.
Youngwoong lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiles himself, happy.
“I’m glad.” Is all he says. Jaejoong lets out a snuffly wuff of a snore, and Youngwong chokes back a laugh, smiling fondly across at his mirror image. And he is so very glad to be here, warm and loved and part of this, whatever it is.
Yunho smiles down at the light and dark heads on his chest and arm, his own eyes drooping, heavy with contentment. He couldn’t imagine any scene more perfect to sleep to, and with that thought in mind, he promptly falls into happy slumber.
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It’s past 10 when Changmin walks in, his stomach rumbling ominously, the boy having already made his way through three packets of crackers while waiting for proper food. Finally it had been too much, and he’d gone in search of someone to cook for him. This automatically ruled out Junsu, and while Yoochun could make mean fried eggs, he’d apparently gone on one of his cleaning rampages and was pulling apart the bedroom from top to bottom. Changmin did not want to get in the middle of that.
Besides, he would always prefer Jaejoong-hyung’s cooking, who could actually do more then fry eggs. Knocking on the closed door of the eldest two member’s bedroom, he receives no response. So, like everyone in their house did (most often without the preamble of knocking, but Changmin is feeling generous today), he just opens the door and walks in. He takes a look and his open mouth, ready to call for Jaejoong in his adorable-plaintive voice, freezes in place. He closes his eyes for 10 seconds, and then opens them again, but it’s still the same.
Well. That’s not really what he would have expected… and yet.
Yunho looks just like his protective ‘appa’ image, lying in the middle of the bed like that, and yet a rather decadent, wayward appa, because on one side, Jaejoong is curled up, head on Yunho’s shoulder, while Yunho holds him protectively around the waist. On the other side is Youngwoong, the blond hair fanned over Yunho’s outstretched arm, Youngwoong’s own arm draped over Yunho’s midsection.
Changmin smiles - grins - down at them fondly for a while, before tiptoeing out. He scoots down the hallway and braves Yoochun’s cleaning rag o’ doom to rescue his phone, and then quietly re-enters the room, taking some soundless snaps of the contented group with great satisfaction. Grinning happily to himself, he wonders how many decent instances of blackmail he’ll be able to pull off with these photos, and retreats from the room again, happy despite his lack of food.
Inside, Youngwoong cracks open one eye, staring at the door somewhat balefully. He knew that tall one was trouble. But for now… for now, he doesn’t care. Changmin would cause no life or death situations with his photos, and that is enough. He closes his eyes instead, shifting closer to Yunho’s warmth and falling into a contented sleep once more, feeling at home for the first time in a very long time.