Empirical Knowledge (oneshot)
Title: Empirical Knowledge
Rating: NC17 And I'm not kidding about this!
Form: Oneshot
Words: 5, 830
Pairings: YunJae
Genre: ... Angst, smut, AU, PWP
Warnings: Non-con (sort of mostly maybe), rough sex.
Summary: Proving that you can never really know someone. Even yourself.
A/N: For machaparfait, who is a BAD INFLUENCE ON ME. She wanted 'excruciatingly pleasurable torture' and I'm utterly sure this wasn't really the way she wanted it interpreted. But this is what she's getting. ^^;
But I tried babe, I really did. *snugs* My sap generator got in the way. D: (and... it's kinda crap too and I can't bear to re-read it at the moment so I'm sure there's lots of mistakes.)
Belated Merry Christmas Macha! ♥
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Even before Jaejoong opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. Really wrong. The fact that he was, apparently, kneeling upright with his arms spread above him and hanging by his wrists, was not a situation he’d found himself waking up in ever before. The fact that there was also something tied over his eyes and a snug, heavy weight on each ankle did not bode well.
Still, he tried to open his eyes, only to find his eyelashes scrunched uncomfortably and his vision obscured by blackness.
The confusion was soon over ridden by panic, and his brain quickly cleared itself of fuzzy sleep as the shot of fear went through him. He tried to move his legs, but the things around his ankles held him fast, keeping him kneeling. He could move his knees, but could do very little with no leverage to work with. His arms too swung freely, but could not be moved from where the restraints around his wrists held him.
Forcing himself to try and breathe properly, he took stock of what he could feel. Licking his lips and swallowing against the dryness in his throat, he abruptly realised that he was very naked. And, if the softness under his legs was anything to go by, tied to a bed. Stilling himself, he listened hard, trying to pick up any noises that would indicate either where he was or if he was alone. There was nothing however, just silence, and it sent another ripple of panic through him.
Tugging on his restraints, what seemed to be futilely, Jae’s mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation for what the hell was going on. He wanted to scream out, yell for help, but he wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. What if he just called attention to himself? What if he wasn’t the only one… captured, or whatever it was that was happening.
Last night had been perfectly normal… he’d gone to dinner with his boyfriend of six months, Yunho, had a lovely meal and a bit too much wine, and then they’d gone back to Yunho’s place. Pleasantly intoxicated, the resulting sex had been very nice indeed. Not that sex with Yunho was ever anything less then that, of course. He’d fallen asleep with his face buried in the crook of Yunho’s neck, sated and happy.
… only to wake up tied to a bed, alone. And getting increasingly worried about just what was going on.
“Is my sleeping beauty awake?” A familiar voice cut through Jaejoong’s thoughts, and he found himself unthinkingly trying to turn towards the voice, only to be halted by the restraints and his vision still black.
“Yunho?” He called, almost plaintively, mind confused as he tried to add up the piece that, to him, didn’t seem to fit.
“Hey baby.” It was indeed Yunho, Jaejoong matching the low voice to his lover as it moved closer to him. A warm hand caressed one side of Jaejoong’s face, the touch as gentle and comforting as always. Yunho did not, however, undo the restraints.
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong asked cautiously. This did not, on the whole, bode all that well. The last six months had been blissful, Yunho a sweet and caring lover. But Jaejoong was no stranger to the strange things that people did in the face of their inner demons, and the fact that people could not always be trusted to be who you thought they were. “Yunho,” He said, a little more forcefully. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a little bit complicated.” Yunho’s disembodied voice replied, and Jaejoong felt the bed under him shift, a weight sinking it down. Next thing he knew, a warm hand settled on his stomach, causing him to jump and the skin to quiver slightly.
“So explain it to me. And untie me while you’re at it.” He said, willing himself to calm down while anger starting to settle in over the fear. The fear sat in the bottom of his stomach though, ready to come back if the situation did not improve. That Yunho was being so evasive was not helping matters either.
Yunho was silent, fingers trailing over Jaejoong’s chest disconcertingly. Jaejoong tugged at his arm restraints once more, but they were as firm as ever. Jaejoong had never seen proper, heavy-duty restraints, but that was exactly what he thought they must be. They were well padded, obviously not meant to pain him, but they were also very clearly not letting him go anywhere either. Thrashing was not going to help. “Yunho, please.” He said, trying to wheedle the man into letting him go. Yunho had proven weak against his sweetness before, maybe it would work again - albeit in a very different situation.
Yunho’s hand settled on his stomach, flicking his belly ring and making him tense all the further, whole body on high alert. He could feel the presence of the other man hovering in front of him. Yunho wasn’t answering him though, seeming done with talking for the moment.
The hand moved, and a moment later, he felt the hot, wet press of Yunho’s mouth in the hollow of his navel. Yunho’s tongue swirled over the small indent and despite himself, Jaejoong shuddered at the sensation. Yunho had done this to him before, many times in fact, seeming to like playing with the small metal ring that looped through his belly button. The light suction and tease of Yunho’s tongue was achingly familiar, and he felt himself tensing in a different way.
Yunho continued to lave at the spot, nipping and sucking on the skin until it was heated and oversensitive, Jaejoong letting out a tiny involuntary moan.
This seemed to be the signal for Yunho to stop, because he moved back, placing a last small kiss on the skin there. His hands moved then, sliding over Jaejoong’s hips and to his buttocks, cupping them for a moment before slapping them suddenly. Jaejoong cried out and jerked forward, pressing himself against Yunho’s chest as a result. There was a small sound of satisfaction from Yunho as he pressed down on Jaejoong’s back to keep him in that position.
“See? Not so bad is it?” Yunho murmured after a while, biting down on Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong licked his lips, swallowing convulsively. Not so bad, not yet anyway, he thought to himself as Yunho’s hands roamed, pressing into his back and waist, curling around his thighs.
After a while, this seemed to bore Yunho, and he shifted away, moving around until he was behind Jaejoong. Hands slipped between his legs again, caressing his inner thighs and then guiding them apart slightly. They ran up his legs to his backside again, and Jaejoong shuddered at his touch. He’d calmed down somewhat, given that Yunho hadn’t done anything all that untoward.
“Yunho…” He murmured, wondering just what Yunho was going to do to him. He wouldn’t be adverse to some light bondage really, but the fact that he was blindfolded and tied up without any prior warning nor so much as a by-your-leave was really not the most comforting thing.
“Shush now.” Yunho commanded lightly, and then pulled Jaejoong’s hips back forcefully, making his back arch slightly and presenting Yunho with easier access. Strong hands rolled his cheeks apart, and Jaejoong swallowed heavily as he felt a finger begin to probe him.
“Yunho,” He began again, feeling the dry push of the finger against him. “Yunho - you need” He was going to tell Yunho to use lube. He was in no way turned on enough to be able to take Yunho without it.
“I said, shush!” Yunho reprimanded, cutting him off and abruptly pulling away. At first, Jaejoong thought Yunho was going to find the lube, but soon found he was vastly mistaken. A biting, sharp rip of pain fell across his thighs, and he nearly screamed in surprise and pain at the totally sudden hit. His mind swung wildly, trying to figure out what just happened.
Something long and thin tapped him again, lightly this time.
“This is a cane.” Yunho explained, and Jaejoong balked. A cane?! “But if you’re a good boy, and do what you’re told, then you won’t have to feel it again. Okay?”
Biting his lip, not trusting himself to even speak, Jaejoong swallowed hard and nodded. The fear was back again, roaring over him like a tidal wave as Yunho became someone Jaejoong didn’t know at all. Someone that could be capable of anything. And even worse then the fear of the cane was the fear of what else Yunho might have in store. It was that fear that kept him quiet as the finger returned, and kept him silent apart from a sharp inhalation as the finger pushed inside.
One finger was not so bad compared to two, and then three, Yunho pushed inside. The burn of their entrance caused him to keen, feeling himself tense up and make it all the harder on himself. Yunho’s fingering wasn’t gentle, and he whimpered as the digits moved inside him, biting his lip to try and keep himself from calling out. It was a far cry from the gentle lovemaking Yunho usually plied him with. Somehow though, his body seemed to know Yunho’s touch, no matter how rough, and he found himself (to his disgust) responding a little.
“Ah!” Yunho exclaimed, upon finding his twitching arousal. The fingers were ripped from him, causing him to draw in another sharp breath. “Already? I underestimated you.” Yunho’s words made Jaejoong flush in shame and further his self disgust. Yunho sounded pleased by the discovery however, and arms wrapped around his waist, and he kissed the back of Jaejoong’s neck.
“Here we are then. I wouldn’t want this to end too quickly.” Yunho kept talking as he fastened something around Jaejoong. It was cold and rigid, settling tightly around the base of Jaejoong’s length, and Jaejoong came to the sudden realisation of what it actually was. He swallowed hard, breathing shallowly. “Perfect fit.” Yunho purred into his ear, playing with him for a moment.
“Please…” The whimper escaped his throat without his permission, or, it seemed, without proper thought to what he was pleading for. It was a stupid thing to do really, given Yunho’s prior warning, and he was almost unsurprised when Yunho bit the back of his shoulder sharply, teeth sinking into his skin far deeper then any of the playful love bites they’d shared previously.
The bed shifted then, and Jaejoong steeled himself for another caning. It didn’t come however. Instead, the thick, heavy smell of Yunho invaded his senses, and he knew exactly what was coming instead.
He flinched back, as far as his arms would let him go, but a strong hand came down on his head, pushing him back forward again, fingers digging into his scalp forcefully.
“None of that now. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then I’m just going to have to do it for you.” Yunho said, and Jaejoongs pursed lips met the slippery tip of Yunho’s own arousal. “Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.” He ordered. Jaejoong shook his head however, and refused to open his mouth. It didn’t help much however, Yunho simply reaching down with his other hand to pressurised the hinges of Jaejoong’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.
Jaejoong nearly choked as the length thrust into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat straight away. The hand on his hair yanked back, tipping his head upwards for better access, as Yunho’s hips pulled away and then rammed forward again, the thick bulbous head catching on the soft membrane around his tonsils and making him gag. It didn’t stop Yunho though, roughly plunging into his mouth again and again.
Despite the uncomfortableness of it, the pain of his hair being pulled and the fear of something worse, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to bite down on the thrusting length. It would be so easy, cause so much pain… But for one, he still wouldn’t be able to get out of the cuffs, and for another… it was still Yunho there in his mouth. Still the man who’d bought him a leather jacket, had tried to cook him dinner and drove him all the way to the coast to watch the sun set. It was Yunho, and he couldn’t make himself do it.
Instead, he struggled to breath and not choke, to keep his throat open despite it’s reactive attempts to close off and protect itself. It was a relief when the violent thrusts slowed, and Yunho nudged him forward to take more of it into his mouth.
“Suck it.” Yunho commanded. “Use those lips of yours.”
Throat aching, Jaejoong tentatively wrapped his lips around the width, a muffled yelp erupting when his hair was pulled again sharply.
“C’mon, I know you can do better then that.” Yunho cajoled.
It took a while for Jaejoong to get into a rhythm, guided forcefully by Yunho’s hand. His lips slid over the length, the taste of Yunho flooding his mouth more fully now as his tongue cupped it’s underside with every bob of his head. The pain of Yunho’s grip and the throbbing of his throat mixed with the memory of sucking Yunho off in the car one night in the park, and Jaejoong let out a small moan of despondency at the conflict.
The reverberations seemed to make Yunho all the more excited, and he pushed Jaejoong to move faster, forcing himself deeper into his mouth once again. The force increased tenfold when he suddenly jammed Jaejoong’s head forward, invading his throat as he groaned. The length swelled, Jaejoong choking as it throbbed once powerfully and then spurted into his mouth, coating the back of his throat and tongue.
Before the liquid could totally overcome him however, Yunho pulled back, allowing him to breathe and cough out some of the semen stuck to his throat. Gasping for air and gagging, Jaejoong was left alone for blissful moments, Yunho’s presence leaving the space in front of him. He didn’t have the mind to try and figure out where he’d gone however, too focused on trying to get himself to swallow, to stop coughing, to calm down. Even after all that though, Yunho’s taste stayed on his tongue.
It was maybe a few minutes later when there was a noise from beside him, like the clinking of chains, and Jaejoong stilled, trying to listen more keenly and get an idea of what would happen next.
Whatever was holding his arms jerked, and he found himself falling as the suspension gave way. He let out a cry of surprise, anticipating falling flat on his face, but the impact never came. Instead, he was hovering above the bed, arms wrenched back and shoulders taking his weight. He was relieved when he was quickly released, dropping the short distance onto the bed. There was a noise, and then his arms were released as well, although he found they were still bound together behind his back. Yunho hooked a finger into the chain between them, and pulled.
“Time to play.” That didn’t sound so promising. “Come.” Yunho said - commanded, really, and before Jaejoong could formulate any sort of protest, he felt himself being tugged upwards. His legs buckled as he tried to put weight on him, the muscles seizing after being kept stiff in their position for so long. He wobbled dangerously as the burn in them prevented him from moving properly. There was another tug however and he stumbled off the bed, blindly shuffling in the direction he’d been pulled in. He had no idea where they were going, what they were doing, or rather what Yunho was going to do to him, but he went along with it.
When the tugging stopped he stood still, legs trembling with a build up of lactic acid, but strangely enough… no fear. He nearly jumped however when he felt warm hands on his thighs, fingers digging into the skin and massaging his muscles briefly. The fingers wandered, not strictly helping him with his pins and needles, but taking time to caress along the insides of his leg and up to the curve of his buttocks. He shivered at the softer touches, skin overly sensitive to the hints of pleasure Yunho offered him.
After the brief rub-down, he was kneeling again, on what felt like a mat with padding under his knees. There were clicks, and Jae knew his ankles had been secured again, although much wider apart then they had been. His hands were kept bound behind his back, and he struggled to find a comfortable place to balance.
There was a loud ‘smak’ sound as Yunho clapped a hand to his bottom, causing him to jerk in surprise.
“Up.” Yunho directed, and Jae obediently pulled himself upwards onto this knees. Yunho left one hand on his lower back, keeping him in position and providing an anchor while he did something with the mat. Biting his lip, Jaejoong wondered what was to come.
Yunho moved after a moment, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and stroking at his abdomen with the tips of his fingers. Jaejoong’s hands were trapped between their bodies, and the tips of his fingers were pressed up against what was undoubtedly Yunho’s very aroused length. Yunho kissed the side of Jaejoong’s face, while using one of his own hands to lay fleeting, teasing touches on Jaejoong.
“You’ve been a good boy so far, so I’ve got a treat for you Jae. I think you’ll like it. I know I certainly will. I wouldn’t recommend going too fast though.” He said lowly, directly into Jae’s ear, and kissed Jaejoong’s jaw again. His weight and warmth moved back and away, with one last touch to his hips.
Frowning, Jae wondered what this meant. He soon found out however, when Yunho nudged him to sit back again.
He cried out in shock as something cold and wet nudged at his backside, reflexively jerking away from it and back up again.
“Yunho…?” He asked tremulously, pleading.
A hand came down to cup his jaw, and a short kiss was pressed to his lips.
“I want to see you ride it.” Yunho told him duskily, lust obvious in his voice. “Just relax. I know you can take it.” Was all he added before Yunho’s touch was gone, and Jaejoong trembled, fearful of the unknown behind him.
“I don’t -” he began, but the sharp crack of the cane across his upper thighs ripped the words from him, a sharp cry of surprise and pain taking their place. He whimpered, feeling the sting and heat of the rising skin.
“Hmmm?” Yunho’s questioning sound silenced him just as much as the strike to his legs had, and Jaejoong shuddered, swallowing heavily and finally acquiescing. After it became apparent that he wasn’t going to protest again, he felt the air shift as the cane was moved away from him.
Gnawing on his lip, he very carefully let himself lower back down, his thigh muscles quivering at the strain. The thing was still there, and though he flinched, he did not back away. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to take a deep breath and then pushed down.
It was well slicked, and with his full weight against it, it slid into him with only some resistance. He cried out though as its head breached him, the shock of it’s width inside him making him gasp. Whimpering, he kept going, the rigid length sliding into his body and stretching him wide. It seemed horribly long too, riding up into his gut and making him shudder. Finally, he was sitting back on his heels completely, the large intrusion settling heavily inside him.
There was a small, pleased noise from off to his side, and he tried to imagine Yunho’s face, his expression, as he watched Jaejoong violating himself.
He paused there, trying to catch his breath and let his body adjust, but he wasn’t given much time before his hip was nudged.
“Ride it.” Was Yunho’s command. And, breathing heavily, Jaejoong obeyed.
He keened as he rose up again, the thing sliding out of him and causing heated friction inside himself. Fuck, it felt huge. It was uncomfortable sitting on it, too large even for his already stretched passage, and it was with a wince that he began to come back down on it.
“Faster Jaejoong. Fuck yourself with it.” Yunho demanded, his voice soft yet commanding and Jaejoong struggled to obey. His thighs burned as he began to move up and down on the intrusion, each stroke going damn deep inside and forcing open his body. Suddenly, hands grabbed his hips from behind and forcibly rammed him down, a strangled scream leaving his lips at the rough and sudden intrusion. Yunho did not stop however, pulling him up again and shoving him down on the length, forcibly fucking his body up and down on the cold hardness like a ragdoll.
Soon he was almost bouncing on it, having been forced into a rhythm as Yunho dictated the pace. One hand stayed on his hip, guiding the motions, while the other enclosed Jaejoong’s half-mast arousal, stroking it up until Jaejoong was moaning wantonly, gasping with each stroke and stressing his legs to make himself move faster, wanting to be stimulated more.
“There, mmm… That’s it…” Yunho murmured into his ear. “See, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
Jaejoong could only moan in reply, arching his back as he slammed down once again, Yunho’s thumb working over the weeping head of his arousal.
“Y-Yunho…” He gasped out every few strokes, feeling with great sensitivity Yunho’s body hot against his back and every movement of Yunho’s steady, firm hand on his own straining length.
“You see? You were made for this… So beautiful. You love it…” Yunho was saying into his ear with deep satisfaction as Jaejoong tried vainly to reach his completion, the harsh metal ring preventing him from finding the nirvana he was beginning to desperately crave. Jaejoong could only moan, not able to think of an answer to Yunho’s claim.
“Please, please…!” he panted, his body becoming over stimulated, his mind clouded with his lust.
“Not yet my sweet, not yet…” Yunho told him, urging him to keep his body moving, despite the frantic noises Jaejoong was making and the way his body was convulsing with every stroke into him. Jaejoong felt dizzy, his body now well and truly accepting the heft inside him and shuddering with each hard thrust against his prostrate and every stroke of his arousal. He was riding on the edge of orgasm, painfully unable to reach it. He moved himself harder, faster, the ache of his legs nothing in comparison with the insane need to come.
His chest tightened, breath shuddering as he felt like his brain would explode. The blindfold was slightly damp against his skin from not only perspiration, but also silent tears. He began sobbing for breath, exhausted yet thrumming with pent up energy that was battering at the dam inside him wildly, every inch of him quivering with need.
He cried out in loss when Yunho suddenly pushed him forward, the length he’d been riding ripped from him in one quick stroke, leaving red hot heat and emptiness behind. He whimpered, cried, begged for it - any semblance of higher thought or pride long swept away by his reduction to pure carnal need.
His feverish skin barely registered the fact that Yunho was manhandling him again, his legs free from their restraint and being pushed wide. Sobbing into the carpet, Jaejoong could only comply, tugging his body into a position to be mounted; his angry, angry red length bobbing painfully below. There was a faint click, and Jaejoong found his hands free to move.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself.” Yunho’s warning was hard and no-nonsense, and Jaejoong bit his lip, hard. The heavy cuffs were still around his wrists, but they were not attached to anything, and he thankfully lowered them down, his shoulders screaming in protest. He didn’t care though, rolling them once and pushing himself up slightly, fingers clawing into the plush shag of the carpet. A hand ran down his back, causing him to shudder, and it was by sheer stubbornness and a vague fear of what Yunho was capable of that prevented him from reaching down and ripping off the damned ring that was driving him crazy.
“What do you say, Jaejoong?” Yunho sounded so calm, so in control, and Jaejoong now realised that that’s exactly what he was - completely in control. Jaejoong would do anything, anything, at this point, to find release.
“Thank you, god, please, fuck, please please…” Was his incoherent plea, unable to form a proper sentence.
“Please fuck?” Yunho asked, sounding amused. Panting, Jaejoong only nodded frantically, and spread his legs further.
“Yes, please, fuck me… fuck me. Let me come… please…” He begged, shamelessly, completely broken by his need. He didn’t care what he looked like, what Yunho thought of him, so long as he was able to overcome this feeling.
Yunho’s hands smoothed over his backside, petting him like a good dog. A second later, the hands were gone, and Jaejoong yelped as sharp pain shot through his skin, similar yet different from the sting of the cane. There was another loud ‘smak!’, and a hard, flat length snapped across his buttocks again. It felt like a small plank, or something similar, and Yunho brought it down against his soft cheeks with an unforgiving force. Struggling, he made to push away. His movements were sluggish and un-coordinated however, and Yunho reached forward to easily capture his arms and slam his wrists into the carpet. The smacks momentarily ceased, but he could feel Yunho’s form as it moved over his, until the man’s lips were at his ear.
“Do you want to be cuffed again?” Yunho asked, the tight grip he had on Jaejoong’s wrists belaying his light tone. Jaejoong whimpered, shaking his head. “Hm. Then don’t be naughty. Or else I’ll go get the whip.” An involuntary shudder coursed through Jaejoong’s body at the last word, and he curled up on himself slightly, shaking his head harder. He felt like his brain was going haywire, the mass of strong emotions Yunho was inflicting on him messing up his thoughts to no end. He moved along the spectrum of anger and fear in waves, overlaid at all times with a painful, unrelenting, arousal.
“No, please…” He gulped out, squeezing his eyes shut. He could almost imagine the sharp cut of a whip against him, the strikes likely to slice, rather then just merely sting. He bit his lip against the thought of it, and added a mental plea for Yunho to go no further then he already had. The smacks hurt, but only fleetingly. A whipping would be something else entirely.
“Good.” Was all that Yunho replied to his begging with, and then his presence moved back, the sharp smack of the plank came down across his backside again.
Jaejoong nerves and skin sung after each sharp smack, heat rising from the constant abuse. His yelps died down to whimpers, body shaking with each hit. His head dropped back down again, and he pushed the left side of his face into the carpet, letting it take some of his weight and trying to force back the hot, angry tears that were prickling in his eyes.
It wasn’t until Jaejoong thought his backside was on fire that Yunho stopped. He knew his rear must be a bright red, the sensitive skin throbbing madly as Yunho’s hands caressed over it.
“Such beautiful skin. You really do have the complexion of a girl, you know.” Yunho commented. Jaejoong had no reply for that even if he could utter a word. “Beautiful skin.” Yunho repeated, and leant down, kissing the heated redness of each cheek.
Jaejoong missed the part when Yunho unclipped his ankles, but found that he was on his feet again, knees aching and backside on fire, and being pushed back onto the bed. He fell forwards onto it, and was unceremoniously flipped onto his back. His arms were unlocked, but then just as quickly fastened onto the headboard. His arousal was tweaked, his body so mixed up and on edge that a few short sharp pumps were enough to bring him back to a state of full arousal again.
Without any further forewarning, Yunho pulled apart Jaejoong’s legs, revealing his entrance, and plunged himself into it.
Jaejoong screamed.
He had thought himself unable to produce any noise or movement requiring such force, but the noise was involuntary, rent forth by the feeling of every nerve in his body exploding with pain and pleasure and everything in between.
The fact that Yunho had been watching and waiting during all of the ‘play’ he’d just put Jaejoong through was quite evident in how hard he was, and how forceful his thrusts were. Every time he rammed forward, shoving himself deep inside, Jaejoong shuddered, his overstimulated body going haywire and the sudden introduction of pleasure again after the punishing smacks. His brain left the building, pushed out by the overwhelming force of his senses going into overdrive.
Every grunt and pant Yunho made echoed around Jae’s head, his own pants and keening seeming to reverberate through his body. The smell of sex, sweat and lust lay heavily on them, pouring out of every pore and filling the room.
Yunho’s touch… was electrifying. Jaejoong could feel each push into his raw, unprepared channel like a lightening strike, feeling every millimetre of it as it filled him, every millimetre of it as it sawed back out of him. Inarticulate cries ripped from his throat as Yunho pounded into him, and he could feel more tears leaking from his eyes as he rode waves of pain and pleasure. The continuous hard thrusting pushed up against that spot deep within him, sending violent jolts of pleasure through his body while the rawness of his unprepared passage juxtaposed it. His eyes rolled back into his head and his lips parted to allow the laboured breaths and incoherent noises to slip from them. His body beginning to thrash as he felt a building liquid fire in his abdomen, once again unable to find release.
He began trembling, the press of Yunho’s hard abdomen against his straining length with every rough slam into him was enough to drive him to insanity. He began crying in earnest, sobbing with the need to release.
Finally, he felt Yunho’s thrusts become more erratic and desperate, and some small part of him that retained an inkling of sanity sent up a prayer that this was the end of it, because he didn’t think he could take anymore.
With a roar, Yunho fell upon him, sheathed as deeply as he’d ever been. He held on to his release for just a moment longer, reaching down to pull the catch of the terrible little device that had kept Jaejoong more captive then any of his cuffs. And then Yunho came, filling Jaejoong again.
This time it was near inconsequential to Jaejoong however, his mind falling over a precipice of pleasure he’d never known had existed, crashing down from an insane height with breathless scream. His release was painful, his world exploding into whiteness as his body convulsed, every molecule in him reverberating with the shock of his orgasm.
Experiencing the feeling of being vaporised from the inside out, Jaejoong’s mind shut down, and he blacked out into a cool, blissful nothingness.
He didn’t know it, but it was only minutes later that he came too. His hands and legs were unbound, his blindfold removed. But there were red marks around his wrists, and his lashes were wet with tears. At first, he couldn’t think what had happened, but as his body shook weakly, it hit him full force.
Managing to lift his head, he saw Yunho before him, shining brightly in the light of the room and looking down on him, expression very carefully neutral. His blank expression was quite incomprehensible to Jaejoong, after what he’d just done.
“You… you…” Jaejoong panted out, whole body still heaving in the aftershock of his orgasm. Sex had never, ever been like that. He had also never thought that the resulting cataclysmic burst of pleasure that he’d just experienced could be possible. And yet… and yet Yunho had tied him up and… well, effectively tormented him, without asking consent.
“Why?” He finally asked, almost begging for an answer. Yunho just looked down at him, smoothing back some of Jaejoong’s sweat-soaked hair.
“Because you’re beautiful. So beautiful.” Yunho said. “You tempt me beyond all reason.”
Jaejoong just stared at him, thinking that it had to be the most idiotic reasoning he’d ever heard. If he’d had so much as an ounce of energy, he would have sat up and hit Yunho square across the face, but as it was, he just lay limp in the bed, unable to move save to stare up at the man he thought he’d loved.
“You can leave. If you do, I won’t ever contact you again.” And for some reason that promise sounded more like a threat. Jaejoong looked at the door, which was now open, the cream wall of the hallway behind showing through it. He looked back up at Yunho, who just returned his gaze levelly, expression unreadable.
“I thought you loved me.” Jaejoong said quietly, turning away from Yunho. There was a light touch against his back though, and Yunho leaned forward to turn his head back.
“I do. But I love how you whimper too. How you writhe and beg, how nicely pink your skin tints with some coaxing. And you… you’re made for this Jaejoong. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, that this wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. You enjoy the pain. I can see it in you… if I hadn’t, I never would have tried this.” Yunho paused, running a thumb across Jaejoong’s lips, causing him to shiver slightly.
“And you never said no. Not once, after we started.” Yunho went on, forcing Jaejoong to look him in the eye as he said it. Jaejoong felt shame flush through him, realising that Yunho was right. He hadn’t said no. That he’d been begging for it, enjoying it. But… even if his body had enjoyed it, it wasn’t what he -
“You do want this. I think you always have.” Yunho’s voice cutting through his thoughts held a level of conviction that hit Jaejoong hard, the words resonating through him and stopping all other thoughts.
And as Jaejoong looked up at him, looked into Yunho’s serious eyes. He swallowed, his mouth dry, and realised that maybe he had never really known.
Rating: NC17 And I'm not kidding about this!
Form: Oneshot
Words: 5, 830
Pairings: YunJae
Genre: ... Angst, smut, AU, PWP
Warnings: Non-con (sort of mostly maybe), rough sex.
Summary: Proving that you can never really know someone. Even yourself.
A/N: For machaparfait, who is a BAD INFLUENCE ON ME. She wanted 'excruciatingly pleasurable torture' and I'm utterly sure this wasn't really the way she wanted it interpreted. But this is what she's getting. ^^;
But I tried babe, I really did. *snugs* My sap generator got in the way. D: (and... it's kinda crap too and I can't bear to re-read it at the moment so I'm sure there's lots of mistakes.)
Belated Merry Christmas Macha! ♥
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Even before Jaejoong opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. Really wrong. The fact that he was, apparently, kneeling upright with his arms spread above him and hanging by his wrists, was not a situation he’d found himself waking up in ever before. The fact that there was also something tied over his eyes and a snug, heavy weight on each ankle did not bode well.
Still, he tried to open his eyes, only to find his eyelashes scrunched uncomfortably and his vision obscured by blackness.
The confusion was soon over ridden by panic, and his brain quickly cleared itself of fuzzy sleep as the shot of fear went through him. He tried to move his legs, but the things around his ankles held him fast, keeping him kneeling. He could move his knees, but could do very little with no leverage to work with. His arms too swung freely, but could not be moved from where the restraints around his wrists held him.
Forcing himself to try and breathe properly, he took stock of what he could feel. Licking his lips and swallowing against the dryness in his throat, he abruptly realised that he was very naked. And, if the softness under his legs was anything to go by, tied to a bed. Stilling himself, he listened hard, trying to pick up any noises that would indicate either where he was or if he was alone. There was nothing however, just silence, and it sent another ripple of panic through him.
Tugging on his restraints, what seemed to be futilely, Jae’s mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation for what the hell was going on. He wanted to scream out, yell for help, but he wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. What if he just called attention to himself? What if he wasn’t the only one… captured, or whatever it was that was happening.
Last night had been perfectly normal… he’d gone to dinner with his boyfriend of six months, Yunho, had a lovely meal and a bit too much wine, and then they’d gone back to Yunho’s place. Pleasantly intoxicated, the resulting sex had been very nice indeed. Not that sex with Yunho was ever anything less then that, of course. He’d fallen asleep with his face buried in the crook of Yunho’s neck, sated and happy.
… only to wake up tied to a bed, alone. And getting increasingly worried about just what was going on.
“Is my sleeping beauty awake?” A familiar voice cut through Jaejoong’s thoughts, and he found himself unthinkingly trying to turn towards the voice, only to be halted by the restraints and his vision still black.
“Yunho?” He called, almost plaintively, mind confused as he tried to add up the piece that, to him, didn’t seem to fit.
“Hey baby.” It was indeed Yunho, Jaejoong matching the low voice to his lover as it moved closer to him. A warm hand caressed one side of Jaejoong’s face, the touch as gentle and comforting as always. Yunho did not, however, undo the restraints.
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong asked cautiously. This did not, on the whole, bode all that well. The last six months had been blissful, Yunho a sweet and caring lover. But Jaejoong was no stranger to the strange things that people did in the face of their inner demons, and the fact that people could not always be trusted to be who you thought they were. “Yunho,” He said, a little more forcefully. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a little bit complicated.” Yunho’s disembodied voice replied, and Jaejoong felt the bed under him shift, a weight sinking it down. Next thing he knew, a warm hand settled on his stomach, causing him to jump and the skin to quiver slightly.
“So explain it to me. And untie me while you’re at it.” He said, willing himself to calm down while anger starting to settle in over the fear. The fear sat in the bottom of his stomach though, ready to come back if the situation did not improve. That Yunho was being so evasive was not helping matters either.
Yunho was silent, fingers trailing over Jaejoong’s chest disconcertingly. Jaejoong tugged at his arm restraints once more, but they were as firm as ever. Jaejoong had never seen proper, heavy-duty restraints, but that was exactly what he thought they must be. They were well padded, obviously not meant to pain him, but they were also very clearly not letting him go anywhere either. Thrashing was not going to help. “Yunho, please.” He said, trying to wheedle the man into letting him go. Yunho had proven weak against his sweetness before, maybe it would work again - albeit in a very different situation.
Yunho’s hand settled on his stomach, flicking his belly ring and making him tense all the further, whole body on high alert. He could feel the presence of the other man hovering in front of him. Yunho wasn’t answering him though, seeming done with talking for the moment.
The hand moved, and a moment later, he felt the hot, wet press of Yunho’s mouth in the hollow of his navel. Yunho’s tongue swirled over the small indent and despite himself, Jaejoong shuddered at the sensation. Yunho had done this to him before, many times in fact, seeming to like playing with the small metal ring that looped through his belly button. The light suction and tease of Yunho’s tongue was achingly familiar, and he felt himself tensing in a different way.
Yunho continued to lave at the spot, nipping and sucking on the skin until it was heated and oversensitive, Jaejoong letting out a tiny involuntary moan.
This seemed to be the signal for Yunho to stop, because he moved back, placing a last small kiss on the skin there. His hands moved then, sliding over Jaejoong’s hips and to his buttocks, cupping them for a moment before slapping them suddenly. Jaejoong cried out and jerked forward, pressing himself against Yunho’s chest as a result. There was a small sound of satisfaction from Yunho as he pressed down on Jaejoong’s back to keep him in that position.
“See? Not so bad is it?” Yunho murmured after a while, biting down on Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong licked his lips, swallowing convulsively. Not so bad, not yet anyway, he thought to himself as Yunho’s hands roamed, pressing into his back and waist, curling around his thighs.
After a while, this seemed to bore Yunho, and he shifted away, moving around until he was behind Jaejoong. Hands slipped between his legs again, caressing his inner thighs and then guiding them apart slightly. They ran up his legs to his backside again, and Jaejoong shuddered at his touch. He’d calmed down somewhat, given that Yunho hadn’t done anything all that untoward.
“Yunho…” He murmured, wondering just what Yunho was going to do to him. He wouldn’t be adverse to some light bondage really, but the fact that he was blindfolded and tied up without any prior warning nor so much as a by-your-leave was really not the most comforting thing.
“Shush now.” Yunho commanded lightly, and then pulled Jaejoong’s hips back forcefully, making his back arch slightly and presenting Yunho with easier access. Strong hands rolled his cheeks apart, and Jaejoong swallowed heavily as he felt a finger begin to probe him.
“Yunho,” He began again, feeling the dry push of the finger against him. “Yunho - you need” He was going to tell Yunho to use lube. He was in no way turned on enough to be able to take Yunho without it.
“I said, shush!” Yunho reprimanded, cutting him off and abruptly pulling away. At first, Jaejoong thought Yunho was going to find the lube, but soon found he was vastly mistaken. A biting, sharp rip of pain fell across his thighs, and he nearly screamed in surprise and pain at the totally sudden hit. His mind swung wildly, trying to figure out what just happened.
Something long and thin tapped him again, lightly this time.
“This is a cane.” Yunho explained, and Jaejoong balked. A cane?! “But if you’re a good boy, and do what you’re told, then you won’t have to feel it again. Okay?”
Biting his lip, not trusting himself to even speak, Jaejoong swallowed hard and nodded. The fear was back again, roaring over him like a tidal wave as Yunho became someone Jaejoong didn’t know at all. Someone that could be capable of anything. And even worse then the fear of the cane was the fear of what else Yunho might have in store. It was that fear that kept him quiet as the finger returned, and kept him silent apart from a sharp inhalation as the finger pushed inside.
One finger was not so bad compared to two, and then three, Yunho pushed inside. The burn of their entrance caused him to keen, feeling himself tense up and make it all the harder on himself. Yunho’s fingering wasn’t gentle, and he whimpered as the digits moved inside him, biting his lip to try and keep himself from calling out. It was a far cry from the gentle lovemaking Yunho usually plied him with. Somehow though, his body seemed to know Yunho’s touch, no matter how rough, and he found himself (to his disgust) responding a little.
“Ah!” Yunho exclaimed, upon finding his twitching arousal. The fingers were ripped from him, causing him to draw in another sharp breath. “Already? I underestimated you.” Yunho’s words made Jaejoong flush in shame and further his self disgust. Yunho sounded pleased by the discovery however, and arms wrapped around his waist, and he kissed the back of Jaejoong’s neck.
“Here we are then. I wouldn’t want this to end too quickly.” Yunho kept talking as he fastened something around Jaejoong. It was cold and rigid, settling tightly around the base of Jaejoong’s length, and Jaejoong came to the sudden realisation of what it actually was. He swallowed hard, breathing shallowly. “Perfect fit.” Yunho purred into his ear, playing with him for a moment.
“Please…” The whimper escaped his throat without his permission, or, it seemed, without proper thought to what he was pleading for. It was a stupid thing to do really, given Yunho’s prior warning, and he was almost unsurprised when Yunho bit the back of his shoulder sharply, teeth sinking into his skin far deeper then any of the playful love bites they’d shared previously.
The bed shifted then, and Jaejoong steeled himself for another caning. It didn’t come however. Instead, the thick, heavy smell of Yunho invaded his senses, and he knew exactly what was coming instead.
He flinched back, as far as his arms would let him go, but a strong hand came down on his head, pushing him back forward again, fingers digging into his scalp forcefully.
“None of that now. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then I’m just going to have to do it for you.” Yunho said, and Jaejoongs pursed lips met the slippery tip of Yunho’s own arousal. “Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.” He ordered. Jaejoong shook his head however, and refused to open his mouth. It didn’t help much however, Yunho simply reaching down with his other hand to pressurised the hinges of Jaejoong’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.
Jaejoong nearly choked as the length thrust into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat straight away. The hand on his hair yanked back, tipping his head upwards for better access, as Yunho’s hips pulled away and then rammed forward again, the thick bulbous head catching on the soft membrane around his tonsils and making him gag. It didn’t stop Yunho though, roughly plunging into his mouth again and again.
Despite the uncomfortableness of it, the pain of his hair being pulled and the fear of something worse, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to bite down on the thrusting length. It would be so easy, cause so much pain… But for one, he still wouldn’t be able to get out of the cuffs, and for another… it was still Yunho there in his mouth. Still the man who’d bought him a leather jacket, had tried to cook him dinner and drove him all the way to the coast to watch the sun set. It was Yunho, and he couldn’t make himself do it.
Instead, he struggled to breath and not choke, to keep his throat open despite it’s reactive attempts to close off and protect itself. It was a relief when the violent thrusts slowed, and Yunho nudged him forward to take more of it into his mouth.
“Suck it.” Yunho commanded. “Use those lips of yours.”
Throat aching, Jaejoong tentatively wrapped his lips around the width, a muffled yelp erupting when his hair was pulled again sharply.
“C’mon, I know you can do better then that.” Yunho cajoled.
It took a while for Jaejoong to get into a rhythm, guided forcefully by Yunho’s hand. His lips slid over the length, the taste of Yunho flooding his mouth more fully now as his tongue cupped it’s underside with every bob of his head. The pain of Yunho’s grip and the throbbing of his throat mixed with the memory of sucking Yunho off in the car one night in the park, and Jaejoong let out a small moan of despondency at the conflict.
The reverberations seemed to make Yunho all the more excited, and he pushed Jaejoong to move faster, forcing himself deeper into his mouth once again. The force increased tenfold when he suddenly jammed Jaejoong’s head forward, invading his throat as he groaned. The length swelled, Jaejoong choking as it throbbed once powerfully and then spurted into his mouth, coating the back of his throat and tongue.
Before the liquid could totally overcome him however, Yunho pulled back, allowing him to breathe and cough out some of the semen stuck to his throat. Gasping for air and gagging, Jaejoong was left alone for blissful moments, Yunho’s presence leaving the space in front of him. He didn’t have the mind to try and figure out where he’d gone however, too focused on trying to get himself to swallow, to stop coughing, to calm down. Even after all that though, Yunho’s taste stayed on his tongue.
It was maybe a few minutes later when there was a noise from beside him, like the clinking of chains, and Jaejoong stilled, trying to listen more keenly and get an idea of what would happen next.
Whatever was holding his arms jerked, and he found himself falling as the suspension gave way. He let out a cry of surprise, anticipating falling flat on his face, but the impact never came. Instead, he was hovering above the bed, arms wrenched back and shoulders taking his weight. He was relieved when he was quickly released, dropping the short distance onto the bed. There was a noise, and then his arms were released as well, although he found they were still bound together behind his back. Yunho hooked a finger into the chain between them, and pulled.
“Time to play.” That didn’t sound so promising. “Come.” Yunho said - commanded, really, and before Jaejoong could formulate any sort of protest, he felt himself being tugged upwards. His legs buckled as he tried to put weight on him, the muscles seizing after being kept stiff in their position for so long. He wobbled dangerously as the burn in them prevented him from moving properly. There was another tug however and he stumbled off the bed, blindly shuffling in the direction he’d been pulled in. He had no idea where they were going, what they were doing, or rather what Yunho was going to do to him, but he went along with it.
When the tugging stopped he stood still, legs trembling with a build up of lactic acid, but strangely enough… no fear. He nearly jumped however when he felt warm hands on his thighs, fingers digging into the skin and massaging his muscles briefly. The fingers wandered, not strictly helping him with his pins and needles, but taking time to caress along the insides of his leg and up to the curve of his buttocks. He shivered at the softer touches, skin overly sensitive to the hints of pleasure Yunho offered him.
After the brief rub-down, he was kneeling again, on what felt like a mat with padding under his knees. There were clicks, and Jae knew his ankles had been secured again, although much wider apart then they had been. His hands were kept bound behind his back, and he struggled to find a comfortable place to balance.
There was a loud ‘smak’ sound as Yunho clapped a hand to his bottom, causing him to jerk in surprise.
“Up.” Yunho directed, and Jae obediently pulled himself upwards onto this knees. Yunho left one hand on his lower back, keeping him in position and providing an anchor while he did something with the mat. Biting his lip, Jaejoong wondered what was to come.
Yunho moved after a moment, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and stroking at his abdomen with the tips of his fingers. Jaejoong’s hands were trapped between their bodies, and the tips of his fingers were pressed up against what was undoubtedly Yunho’s very aroused length. Yunho kissed the side of Jaejoong’s face, while using one of his own hands to lay fleeting, teasing touches on Jaejoong.
“You’ve been a good boy so far, so I’ve got a treat for you Jae. I think you’ll like it. I know I certainly will. I wouldn’t recommend going too fast though.” He said lowly, directly into Jae’s ear, and kissed Jaejoong’s jaw again. His weight and warmth moved back and away, with one last touch to his hips.
Frowning, Jae wondered what this meant. He soon found out however, when Yunho nudged him to sit back again.
He cried out in shock as something cold and wet nudged at his backside, reflexively jerking away from it and back up again.
“Yunho…?” He asked tremulously, pleading.
A hand came down to cup his jaw, and a short kiss was pressed to his lips.
“I want to see you ride it.” Yunho told him duskily, lust obvious in his voice. “Just relax. I know you can take it.” Was all he added before Yunho’s touch was gone, and Jaejoong trembled, fearful of the unknown behind him.
“I don’t -” he began, but the sharp crack of the cane across his upper thighs ripped the words from him, a sharp cry of surprise and pain taking their place. He whimpered, feeling the sting and heat of the rising skin.
“Hmmm?” Yunho’s questioning sound silenced him just as much as the strike to his legs had, and Jaejoong shuddered, swallowing heavily and finally acquiescing. After it became apparent that he wasn’t going to protest again, he felt the air shift as the cane was moved away from him.
Gnawing on his lip, he very carefully let himself lower back down, his thigh muscles quivering at the strain. The thing was still there, and though he flinched, he did not back away. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to take a deep breath and then pushed down.
It was well slicked, and with his full weight against it, it slid into him with only some resistance. He cried out though as its head breached him, the shock of it’s width inside him making him gasp. Whimpering, he kept going, the rigid length sliding into his body and stretching him wide. It seemed horribly long too, riding up into his gut and making him shudder. Finally, he was sitting back on his heels completely, the large intrusion settling heavily inside him.
There was a small, pleased noise from off to his side, and he tried to imagine Yunho’s face, his expression, as he watched Jaejoong violating himself.
He paused there, trying to catch his breath and let his body adjust, but he wasn’t given much time before his hip was nudged.
“Ride it.” Was Yunho’s command. And, breathing heavily, Jaejoong obeyed.
He keened as he rose up again, the thing sliding out of him and causing heated friction inside himself. Fuck, it felt huge. It was uncomfortable sitting on it, too large even for his already stretched passage, and it was with a wince that he began to come back down on it.
“Faster Jaejoong. Fuck yourself with it.” Yunho demanded, his voice soft yet commanding and Jaejoong struggled to obey. His thighs burned as he began to move up and down on the intrusion, each stroke going damn deep inside and forcing open his body. Suddenly, hands grabbed his hips from behind and forcibly rammed him down, a strangled scream leaving his lips at the rough and sudden intrusion. Yunho did not stop however, pulling him up again and shoving him down on the length, forcibly fucking his body up and down on the cold hardness like a ragdoll.
Soon he was almost bouncing on it, having been forced into a rhythm as Yunho dictated the pace. One hand stayed on his hip, guiding the motions, while the other enclosed Jaejoong’s half-mast arousal, stroking it up until Jaejoong was moaning wantonly, gasping with each stroke and stressing his legs to make himself move faster, wanting to be stimulated more.
“There, mmm… That’s it…” Yunho murmured into his ear. “See, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
Jaejoong could only moan in reply, arching his back as he slammed down once again, Yunho’s thumb working over the weeping head of his arousal.
“Y-Yunho…” He gasped out every few strokes, feeling with great sensitivity Yunho’s body hot against his back and every movement of Yunho’s steady, firm hand on his own straining length.
“You see? You were made for this… So beautiful. You love it…” Yunho was saying into his ear with deep satisfaction as Jaejoong tried vainly to reach his completion, the harsh metal ring preventing him from finding the nirvana he was beginning to desperately crave. Jaejoong could only moan, not able to think of an answer to Yunho’s claim.
“Please, please…!” he panted, his body becoming over stimulated, his mind clouded with his lust.
“Not yet my sweet, not yet…” Yunho told him, urging him to keep his body moving, despite the frantic noises Jaejoong was making and the way his body was convulsing with every stroke into him. Jaejoong felt dizzy, his body now well and truly accepting the heft inside him and shuddering with each hard thrust against his prostrate and every stroke of his arousal. He was riding on the edge of orgasm, painfully unable to reach it. He moved himself harder, faster, the ache of his legs nothing in comparison with the insane need to come.
His chest tightened, breath shuddering as he felt like his brain would explode. The blindfold was slightly damp against his skin from not only perspiration, but also silent tears. He began sobbing for breath, exhausted yet thrumming with pent up energy that was battering at the dam inside him wildly, every inch of him quivering with need.
He cried out in loss when Yunho suddenly pushed him forward, the length he’d been riding ripped from him in one quick stroke, leaving red hot heat and emptiness behind. He whimpered, cried, begged for it - any semblance of higher thought or pride long swept away by his reduction to pure carnal need.
His feverish skin barely registered the fact that Yunho was manhandling him again, his legs free from their restraint and being pushed wide. Sobbing into the carpet, Jaejoong could only comply, tugging his body into a position to be mounted; his angry, angry red length bobbing painfully below. There was a faint click, and Jaejoong found his hands free to move.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself.” Yunho’s warning was hard and no-nonsense, and Jaejoong bit his lip, hard. The heavy cuffs were still around his wrists, but they were not attached to anything, and he thankfully lowered them down, his shoulders screaming in protest. He didn’t care though, rolling them once and pushing himself up slightly, fingers clawing into the plush shag of the carpet. A hand ran down his back, causing him to shudder, and it was by sheer stubbornness and a vague fear of what Yunho was capable of that prevented him from reaching down and ripping off the damned ring that was driving him crazy.
“What do you say, Jaejoong?” Yunho sounded so calm, so in control, and Jaejoong now realised that that’s exactly what he was - completely in control. Jaejoong would do anything, anything, at this point, to find release.
“Thank you, god, please, fuck, please please…” Was his incoherent plea, unable to form a proper sentence.
“Please fuck?” Yunho asked, sounding amused. Panting, Jaejoong only nodded frantically, and spread his legs further.
“Yes, please, fuck me… fuck me. Let me come… please…” He begged, shamelessly, completely broken by his need. He didn’t care what he looked like, what Yunho thought of him, so long as he was able to overcome this feeling.
Yunho’s hands smoothed over his backside, petting him like a good dog. A second later, the hands were gone, and Jaejoong yelped as sharp pain shot through his skin, similar yet different from the sting of the cane. There was another loud ‘smak!’, and a hard, flat length snapped across his buttocks again. It felt like a small plank, or something similar, and Yunho brought it down against his soft cheeks with an unforgiving force. Struggling, he made to push away. His movements were sluggish and un-coordinated however, and Yunho reached forward to easily capture his arms and slam his wrists into the carpet. The smacks momentarily ceased, but he could feel Yunho’s form as it moved over his, until the man’s lips were at his ear.
“Do you want to be cuffed again?” Yunho asked, the tight grip he had on Jaejoong’s wrists belaying his light tone. Jaejoong whimpered, shaking his head. “Hm. Then don’t be naughty. Or else I’ll go get the whip.” An involuntary shudder coursed through Jaejoong’s body at the last word, and he curled up on himself slightly, shaking his head harder. He felt like his brain was going haywire, the mass of strong emotions Yunho was inflicting on him messing up his thoughts to no end. He moved along the spectrum of anger and fear in waves, overlaid at all times with a painful, unrelenting, arousal.
“No, please…” He gulped out, squeezing his eyes shut. He could almost imagine the sharp cut of a whip against him, the strikes likely to slice, rather then just merely sting. He bit his lip against the thought of it, and added a mental plea for Yunho to go no further then he already had. The smacks hurt, but only fleetingly. A whipping would be something else entirely.
“Good.” Was all that Yunho replied to his begging with, and then his presence moved back, the sharp smack of the plank came down across his backside again.
Jaejoong nerves and skin sung after each sharp smack, heat rising from the constant abuse. His yelps died down to whimpers, body shaking with each hit. His head dropped back down again, and he pushed the left side of his face into the carpet, letting it take some of his weight and trying to force back the hot, angry tears that were prickling in his eyes.
It wasn’t until Jaejoong thought his backside was on fire that Yunho stopped. He knew his rear must be a bright red, the sensitive skin throbbing madly as Yunho’s hands caressed over it.
“Such beautiful skin. You really do have the complexion of a girl, you know.” Yunho commented. Jaejoong had no reply for that even if he could utter a word. “Beautiful skin.” Yunho repeated, and leant down, kissing the heated redness of each cheek.
Jaejoong missed the part when Yunho unclipped his ankles, but found that he was on his feet again, knees aching and backside on fire, and being pushed back onto the bed. He fell forwards onto it, and was unceremoniously flipped onto his back. His arms were unlocked, but then just as quickly fastened onto the headboard. His arousal was tweaked, his body so mixed up and on edge that a few short sharp pumps were enough to bring him back to a state of full arousal again.
Without any further forewarning, Yunho pulled apart Jaejoong’s legs, revealing his entrance, and plunged himself into it.
Jaejoong screamed.
He had thought himself unable to produce any noise or movement requiring such force, but the noise was involuntary, rent forth by the feeling of every nerve in his body exploding with pain and pleasure and everything in between.
The fact that Yunho had been watching and waiting during all of the ‘play’ he’d just put Jaejoong through was quite evident in how hard he was, and how forceful his thrusts were. Every time he rammed forward, shoving himself deep inside, Jaejoong shuddered, his overstimulated body going haywire and the sudden introduction of pleasure again after the punishing smacks. His brain left the building, pushed out by the overwhelming force of his senses going into overdrive.
Every grunt and pant Yunho made echoed around Jae’s head, his own pants and keening seeming to reverberate through his body. The smell of sex, sweat and lust lay heavily on them, pouring out of every pore and filling the room.
Yunho’s touch… was electrifying. Jaejoong could feel each push into his raw, unprepared channel like a lightening strike, feeling every millimetre of it as it filled him, every millimetre of it as it sawed back out of him. Inarticulate cries ripped from his throat as Yunho pounded into him, and he could feel more tears leaking from his eyes as he rode waves of pain and pleasure. The continuous hard thrusting pushed up against that spot deep within him, sending violent jolts of pleasure through his body while the rawness of his unprepared passage juxtaposed it. His eyes rolled back into his head and his lips parted to allow the laboured breaths and incoherent noises to slip from them. His body beginning to thrash as he felt a building liquid fire in his abdomen, once again unable to find release.
He began trembling, the press of Yunho’s hard abdomen against his straining length with every rough slam into him was enough to drive him to insanity. He began crying in earnest, sobbing with the need to release.
Finally, he felt Yunho’s thrusts become more erratic and desperate, and some small part of him that retained an inkling of sanity sent up a prayer that this was the end of it, because he didn’t think he could take anymore.
With a roar, Yunho fell upon him, sheathed as deeply as he’d ever been. He held on to his release for just a moment longer, reaching down to pull the catch of the terrible little device that had kept Jaejoong more captive then any of his cuffs. And then Yunho came, filling Jaejoong again.
This time it was near inconsequential to Jaejoong however, his mind falling over a precipice of pleasure he’d never known had existed, crashing down from an insane height with breathless scream. His release was painful, his world exploding into whiteness as his body convulsed, every molecule in him reverberating with the shock of his orgasm.
Experiencing the feeling of being vaporised from the inside out, Jaejoong’s mind shut down, and he blacked out into a cool, blissful nothingness.
He didn’t know it, but it was only minutes later that he came too. His hands and legs were unbound, his blindfold removed. But there were red marks around his wrists, and his lashes were wet with tears. At first, he couldn’t think what had happened, but as his body shook weakly, it hit him full force.
Managing to lift his head, he saw Yunho before him, shining brightly in the light of the room and looking down on him, expression very carefully neutral. His blank expression was quite incomprehensible to Jaejoong, after what he’d just done.
“You… you…” Jaejoong panted out, whole body still heaving in the aftershock of his orgasm. Sex had never, ever been like that. He had also never thought that the resulting cataclysmic burst of pleasure that he’d just experienced could be possible. And yet… and yet Yunho had tied him up and… well, effectively tormented him, without asking consent.
“Why?” He finally asked, almost begging for an answer. Yunho just looked down at him, smoothing back some of Jaejoong’s sweat-soaked hair.
“Because you’re beautiful. So beautiful.” Yunho said. “You tempt me beyond all reason.”
Jaejoong just stared at him, thinking that it had to be the most idiotic reasoning he’d ever heard. If he’d had so much as an ounce of energy, he would have sat up and hit Yunho square across the face, but as it was, he just lay limp in the bed, unable to move save to stare up at the man he thought he’d loved.
“You can leave. If you do, I won’t ever contact you again.” And for some reason that promise sounded more like a threat. Jaejoong looked at the door, which was now open, the cream wall of the hallway behind showing through it. He looked back up at Yunho, who just returned his gaze levelly, expression unreadable.
“I thought you loved me.” Jaejoong said quietly, turning away from Yunho. There was a light touch against his back though, and Yunho leaned forward to turn his head back.
“I do. But I love how you whimper too. How you writhe and beg, how nicely pink your skin tints with some coaxing. And you… you’re made for this Jaejoong. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, that this wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. You enjoy the pain. I can see it in you… if I hadn’t, I never would have tried this.” Yunho paused, running a thumb across Jaejoong’s lips, causing him to shiver slightly.
“And you never said no. Not once, after we started.” Yunho went on, forcing Jaejoong to look him in the eye as he said it. Jaejoong felt shame flush through him, realising that Yunho was right. He hadn’t said no. That he’d been begging for it, enjoying it. But… even if his body had enjoyed it, it wasn’t what he -
“You do want this. I think you always have.” Yunho’s voice cutting through his thoughts held a level of conviction that hit Jaejoong hard, the words resonating through him and stopping all other thoughts.
And as Jaejoong looked up at him, looked into Yunho’s serious eyes. He swallowed, his mouth dry, and realised that maybe he had never really known.