On the Other Side of You (6/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You, Chapter 6
Summary: Youngwoong comes through on his teasing.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
This is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Truly. If you’re not into the lemon thing, really, DON’T read the part after they leave the club - it’s pretty full on, and not in a romantic way either. Nothing much of plot-note happens anyway. Even though this is the longest chapter yet. *face palm* HOMG, I so never want to write something is vastly descriptive, ever again. You’ve no idea, seriously~! #^_^#;;;
Also, random aside - does anyone know if Jae (or well, any of the boys, really) has a favorite flavour or food or what not? I've read in fics numerous times that Jae doesn't like sweets. Is this fandom or fact?
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BIG FAT LEMON WARNING. LEMON, SMUT, 'TEH NASTY' IS UNDER THIS CUT. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. :P
Yunho had been sitting at the bar for an hour when Youngwoong turned up. He had been ridiculously early in getting to the club - so much so that he forced himself to go away and have some food and a coffee before coming back. The whole day had been spent in waiting, jittering around with way too much pent up energy.
He’d tried studying, working on his stupid assignment, but his mind kept traveling away from political leaders and diving into all the dark, dirty scenes it could conjure of Youngwoong doing very nasty but deliciously wicked things to him. He’d then given up on trying to do anything productive, and went to bother Yoochun. His friend had laughed at him for some time, and then told him to go away because he was becoming boring with his incessant ranting and musing about Youngwoong’s wiles.
The night had finally come however, and now all Yunho was waiting on was the young man himself. The constant checking of his watch was involuntary, and he kept wondering if he should stay put here, where he was at least marginally visible, or if he should start wandering around looking for his siren. He’d almost convinced himself to start looking when Youngwoong finally turned up. A hand settled on his shoulder, sliding down his chest and brushing across this shirt, tickling at his instantly hard nipple before coming back up to cradle his neck. He turned, shivering in anticipation, to find Youngwoong standing beside him, leaning into Yunho’s chair as he slunk and arm down around Yunho’s broad shoulders. The other hand reached out and plucked the Amaretto Sour Yunho had been nursing from his fingers, the full pink lips finding the rim and taking a long sip from the glass. He put the cocktail down with a breathy exhalation of appreciation, smiling coyly.
“I like a prepared man.” Youngwoong greeted him duskily, the words purred into his ear as the other boy leaned into him, hanging off his shoulder like an intoxicated call girl.
“I was wondering when you’d turn up.” Yunho replied, snaking an arm around the slim waist and pulling Youngwoong in further.
“I’m here now.” The pale boy said plainly, echoing their last meeting. “So what are you going to do with me?” He went on, eyes mischievous and lips curling into a knowing smirk. Yunho laughed, kissing the residue of alcohol and bitters from Youngwoong’s lips.
“I have a few things in mind. Where would you like to start?” He asked playfully. Youngwoong quirked an eyebrow, adopting a thoughtful expression as he picked up the sour once again and sipped at it until it was gone, Yunho’s hand wandering up and down the curve of his waist and hip as he did so.
“Come.” Youngwoong said, head tilting towards the dance floor. Yunho stood, but when Youngwoong turned away, Yunho reached out to stop him. Youngwoong looked back, a blankly puzzled expression on his face.
“Wait. Give me your phone number… I still haven’t got it.” He asked, getting ready to pull out his phone and enter the fey boy’s contact details. Youngwoong’s blank look however didn’t really change, and his head cocked to the side, like he didn’t understand.
“Why?” Was Youngwoong’s basic reply, and Yunho’s brow furrowed.
“What d’you mean why?” He repeated back, but it got half-swallowed in a particularly loud bit of music. He went on, regardless. “So I can contact you?” He half asked, half stated, and Youngwoong shrugged.
“Why would you need to do that?” Came the reply, although Yunho was not sure he heard correctly over the heavy beat. What kind of an answer was that? He opened his mouth again, to ask Youngwoong to repeat, when the other boy cut in first.
“Dance with me.” Youngwoong said, not really requesting nor demanding this time. Not that Yunho could have refused. Especially not when Youngwoong slipped a finger into his belt loop and tugged him towards the floor, a playful smile on his lips and the smallest hint of tongue poking out. The tongue undid Yunho, and fleeting thoughts of Youngwoong’s phone number were chased away by the near-pornographic images that his mind happily supplied from its increasing stock.
Yunho did as bid, trailing after the other boy with his hands on Youngwoong’s swaying hips as the other wound his way through the crowd and to the middle of the floor. His hands slipped off Youngwoong as the other stopped moving forward, and began to move to the music instead. And, just the same as the first time Yunho had been caught in Youngwoong’s snare, the boy let himself be taken by the music, his hips and arms winding into the heady beats as he performed what was effectively a mating call to any person in the immediate area with eyes.
Youngwoong had sensuality down to a fine art, his slinky, smooth movements mesmerizing and enticing. They certainly reeled Yunho in, and the taller boy felt the urge to stake his claim on the siren and to make sure no one else had any ideas about taking the boy home. Youngwoong was his damnit, and the boy was going to bloody deliver on his teases tonight. He ran a hand up one of Youngwoong’s raised arms, entangling their fingers and drawing the other boy around. Youngwoong came easily, sliding himself against Yunho’s body and fitting his legs between the other’s.
They ground into each other, using the masque of ‘dancing’ to act as lewdly as possible in public. It was really no different from the writing masses around them, but Yunho could not help but feel like it was. Like this was on some sort of alternate plane of existence all together. Youngwoong’s body was warm and solid and tantilising against him, but it felt unreal. The strength of his want was not so unreal however, and after a little while, he brought Youngwoong around - back to Yunho’s chest, and pressed him closer.
Yunho ground his obvious arousal into Youngwoong’s ass, the layers of fabric between them frustrating him to no end.
“God I want you.” He whispered hotly into the other’s ear.
“And you shall have me, don’t worry. Patience is a virtue.” Youngwoong said lightly, even as he rubbed his pert bottom over Yunho tantalizingly. Yunho growled, drawing Youngwoong’s head back to mesh their lips together, a hint of Yunho’s desperation coming out in the deep, lusty kiss.
“Then I must not be a virtuous man.” Yunho rumbled into his mouth, strong hand on the smaller’s bare abdomen keeping them plastered together. Youngwoong laughed.
“All the better.” He purred, lapping at Yunho’s mouth as he began to sway their bodies to the music once more.
Yunho’s touches were no longer tempered by newness of acquaintances, though he could hardly say he knew Youngwoong at all… except for the heat of his mouth and the curve of his waist. Never the less, Yunho felt no shame at his wandering hands which rode up under the tight black shirt and dipped down into the waist of the smaller boy’s jeans, feeling the soft down there. A change in beat drove a new roll into Youngwoong’s hips, and Yunho too the opportunity to let his fingers dip even further. He’d barely managed to move however before the boy had pulled his hands away and turned around, looping his arms around Yunho’s neck.
“Are you ready?” Youngwoong asked huskily, fingers playing with the soft hairs at the nape of Yunho’s neck, his whole body leaning on the taller’s. Yunho slid his hands into the back pockets of Youngwoong’s sinfully tight jeans and unabashedly groped the soft flesh they cased.
“I’ve been ready all night.” He returned, feeling himself harden further at the thought that it looked like they were finally… getting down to business, as it were.
“Mmm. I noticed.” Youngwoong said, a sneaky hand creeping down to press on the growing bulge nestling into his lower abdomen. Yunho growled at the tease, hauling Youngwoong forward by his ass and trapping the hand between them. He looked into the other boy’s hooded gaze with ferocity.
“So what are you going to do about it?” He practically growled, beyond impatient. Youngwoong gave him a hard nip on the jaw before firmly pulling away. He raised his own chin slightly in a gesture Yunho took to mean ‘follow me’.
They wound their way out of the club, the fresh cold air of the outside world hitting them like a physical wall at the exit. Both shivered somewhat involuntarily, but Youngwoong took no time to adjust, taking off down the street. Yunho caught up to him in a few quick steps, wrapping an arm around Youngwoong’s waist, partly for warmth, partly so that he wouldn’t loose the quick young man, and partly because he craved having that body pressed against his - in any manner available.
Youngwoong shot him an amused glance, but said nothing, stepping into the embrace and threading a finger through the back belt look of Yunho’s jeans in return.
The boy steered them down a smaller street and back into one of the confusing areas of maze that littered the city. He seemed to know exactly where he was going however, and Yunho, once he wrenched his attention away from the captivating beauty beside him, realized they were in a love hotel district.
“We’re going in one of these?” Yunho asked in some surprise. Somehow he’d not expected it… though he really should have, given the promises Youngwoong had made, and the whole nature of their encounter. Youngwoong shot him another one of his amused glances.
“Well, we could settle for an alleyway, if you think you’ll be that quick.” He taunted. “But I still don’t fancy getting interrupted. And neither of us would have the opportunity to… impress given such surroundings.” He went on coyly. “You do have money, don’t you?” He suddenly asked, and Yunho blinked, frowning.
“Well, yes, but…” Yunho began, but Youngwoong was smiling again, and tugging to bring them into the tastefully signed doors of a hotel he seemed to approve of. The entrance looked like any other half-way decent love hotel, with polished floors and generic potted plants in the corners.
They approached the display board, Youngwoong releasing his grip on Yunho and stepping away in a manner that made Yunho let go of him as well. The shorter boy considered the lighted options on the grid for a moment, seeming pondering which one he wanted. Yunho too looked at the pictures up, noting this place had a few themed rooms, but was mainly standard fair, basic function rooms.
“Mmm. Don’t think we’re quite up to dungeon play today. Some other time maybe.” Youngwoong said, tone completely blasé, and pointed in the general direction of a bedroom that took his fancy. “G4.” He declared. Yunho blinked again, and looked at the panel showing Youngwoong’s choice. It was fairly bland, with a large double bed and side tables, a dark crimson spread over the bed and plenty of big pillows. Wondering why that room was apparently ‘their’ room, he looked over at the pale beauty to see Youngwoong looking at him expectantly. It suddenly clicked that Youngwoong was expecting Yunho to pay.
“Oh. Uh.” Yunho stuttered out, before shaking his head and making a small annoyed noise. Youngwoong just expected him to be paying. He opened his mouth to protest, but Youngwoong raised one eyebrow, and Yunho just knew that if he tried to argue, Youngwoong would do one of his disappearing acts. Huffing out a sigh, he turned and headed over to the small manned alcove to pay the entrance fee and get the room key.
Youngwoong leant against the pillar by the elevators, eyes flickering between Yunho as he paid and lazily studying the room panels. Soon, the light behind G4 went out, and he turned to see Yunho coming towards him, tucking his wallet back into his jeans.
Pressing the elevator button, they went into the contained box. As soon as the doors closed on the foyer, Youngwoong backed Yunho into the wall, sliding a leg between the taller boy’s own and leaning in to suck on his neck. By the time they reached the right floor, Youngwoong had worked up the beginnings of a lovely hickey, and Yunho’s arousal was returning with a vengeance.
They tumbled out into the hall and, between hot, wet kisses, managed to find their door. The keys were dropped as soon as the heavy wood thudded back into place behind them, and they drifted back into the main part of the room, Youngwoong’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s neck once more while Yunho’s own roamed unashamedly.
“Do you want me, Yunho?” Youngwoong asked huskily, his body pressed so tightly against Yunho that he couldn’t fail to realize Yunho’s by now raging arousal. “Want me to spread my legs and take you into me?” His words were little more then hot breaths of air against Yunho’s ear, said between the small erotic noises he was letting out as he ground their bodies together. “Want to bite,” his white teeth nipped sharply into Yunho’s ear lobe, before a wet tongue soothed it. “into me, and hear me moan?”
“Fuuuck…” Yunho moaned, the want in him stroked to the heights of lust with Youngwoong’s dirty, promising words and his lithe, gorgeous body. “All that… and more…” He got out through the haze in his mind as Youngwoong continued to grind against him, their constrained arousals desperate for friction. Letting out a low roar of frustration, Yunho yanked the other boy back off him, near ripping the tight black shirt from his body. Yunho’s own soon followed, and some rather adolescent touching occurred until Youngwoong’s nimble fingers finally dug into Yunho’s belt and his fly. The rest of their clothing was removed in a flurry, left haphazardly on the floor as Yunho’s eyes fixated on the lovely, hard-on inducing sight before him. He reached out blindly with one hand to rip off the deep red coverlet, before grabbing Youngwoong’s hips and practically tossing the other boy onto the bed. Seconds later, he followed, covering Youngwoong’s already artfully displayed, magnificent form with his own.
Yunho hovered over him, taking in the pale beauty of the body beneath him. Yunho had never been one to really appreciate the male form, not like he did females, but here was his exception. Youngwoong was breathtaking. The pure sensuality that was roiling off him was as much of a turn on as the silky soft skin and the hard planes of his gorgeously sculpted body. Yunho felt like he could stare at this sight for hours, though his fingers ached to touch, and his mouth was wet with the need to taste. Drinking in Youngwoong’s form, Yunho’s eyes dragged over the strong, ever so slight curved thighs, flat stomach and taught chest, coming to rest on the face that was sin incarnate. Youngwoong’s eyes held a feral wildness that threatened to consume Yunho, dragging him into the depths of insanity and all the glorious debauchery that could be garnered along the way.
“I’m not a peepshow, hun. This is an interactive ride.” Youngwoong taunted, rolling his head backward in a cat-like stretch of his shoulders and neck and eyeing Yunho almost critically. It pushed Yunho’s control over, and he dived down to silence that sharp tongue.
The kisses progressed from Youngwoong’s ripe lips down his neck, Yunho eager to taste all that he could of the boy. He licked and nipped a path to dusky rose nipples, peeks that held his attention quite well as long fingers knotted into his hair.
“Much better…”
Youngwoong’s often explicit, tantalizing commentary continued as they explored each other. Yunho bit into the flesh that covered his hip bone, tasting the slightly salty skin and feeling Youngwoong’s blood pulse through his body. The smaller boy let out a deep guttural moan and lifted a leg, his calf pressing down on Yunho’s back to bring him closer. Yunho complied, laving at the small patch of skin.
“Mm… You’re good with your mouth.” Youngwoong praised, hand threading through Yunho’s hair once more and pressing into the nape of his neck. Yunho laughed against his hip, hand coming up to cup the swell of Youngwoong’s ass, and then trailing up the raised thigh, fingers tickling over the sensitive skin of his inner leg. He pushed the leg higher, releasing himself from its grip as he moved downwards, leaving small kisses along Youngwoong’s pelvic bone.
“I haven’t even started yet.” He said huskily, looking up at the other’s face, meeting Youngwoong’s wanton eyes with his own lust-clouded ones. Youngwoong gave him an open mouth smile, tongue running over his front teeth.
“Please do then.” Youngwoong purred, rolling his hips slightly so that his arousal pressed into Yunho’s chest. “I can’t wait to see what you can do.” He invited, almost challenging. Yunho grinned at the voraciousness of the boy, nipping the soft skin of his pelvis in acceptance of the challenge.
“Lay back and enjoy then baby.” He instructed, but Youngwoong just laughed.
“Honey, I never just ‘lie back’.” Youngwoong growled duskily, amusement clear in his tone, and Yunho’s grin stretched further, even as he slid his body further down.
His breath laid hot caresses over Youngwoong’s waiting arousal, and he teased for long moments by refusing to touch, just to hover and breathe in the musk scent of his partner, stronger here then anywhere else on his body.
At first, he tasted Youngwoong like a connoisseur does wine, a sip, to swirl the taste around his mouth and taste him on his palate, adding him to the scent and sight of Youngwoong that Yunho had already collected. A deeper taste followed, with a little more teasing, before Yunho finally took all of him into his mouth, delighting in the mewl of pleasure the action created.
“Enough… I want you in me.” Youngwoong said after long, pleasant moments; wrenching Yunho back by his hair. Yunho looked up at him, considering, and nodded. He moved up to face the other, letting Youngwoong’s long legs go, where the smaller boy let them rest on the bed, legs spread wide to make room for Yunho to lie over him.
“Tell me.” Yunho whispered harshly, overpowering lust gnawing at his gut, making him nearly tremble with the need to plunge into Youngwoong’s tempting body, to take him and sate himself in the teasing siren’s depths.
Youngwoong lapped at his mouth, hooded eyes smirking at Yunho’s excitement.
“I want you… want you to spread me open, push into my core and fuck me raw. I want to feel the whole length of you seated in me, want to feel you swell and feel your seed inside me, slicking my walls.” Youngwoong whispered, voice heavy with sex and wanton with need. “I want you to take me, fuck me, use me, make me feel so good I can’t think of anything but you.” Youngwoong’s every word made Yunho’s want increase, and finally Yunho could not stand it anymore.
The pleasant feel of the slow slide of Yunho entering him crept through Youngwoong’s rear and tickled up his spine, the burn of it building his anticipation of what was to come. He relaxed out against the bed, eager to allow Yunho full entrance, eager to feel their joining. Yunho loomed over him, his eyes narrowed with his concentration and the restraint that it took him not to thrust home quickly into the welcoming heat below him. He wanted inside, now, but forced himself to go slow… at least to start with. Youngwoong obviously approved, his low mewls of encouragement stroking the heat of Yunho’s need.
Finally, when he could sink no further, Yunho paused, panting, and leaned down to take Youngwoong’s lips with his. His grip on Youngwoong’s hands shifted slightly so that he could reach, wanting to taste the other boy once more. The plump lips parted under his questing tongue, and the heady taste of Youngwoong filled his mouth once more. He explored the cavern briefly before the other boy’s tongue pushed him out, Youngwoong going on the aggressive.
Youngwoong bit into Yunho’s lip almost viciously, causing him to loose his concentration and therefore his grip, startling back with a cry. Youngwoong smiled darkly, leveraging them and with a heave, flipping them over. He righted himself on top of Yunho with a swing of his head, his damp hair splaying out briefly before settling against his skin again. Yunho looked up in awe, seeing Youngwoong’s body settle onto him. The dim light from the bedside lamp made the pale skin glow golden, the sheen of slick sweat that covered his body glistening in the light. Strong thighs tightened against his hips, preventing Yunho from trying to gain control again, as Youngwoong dropped forward, pushing Yunho’s shoulders down into the mattress. The curve of his full lips enticed Yunho, but he couldn’t reach them, and Youngwoong let out a low laugh as he tried. Teasing, he lent down just far enough to lap once at Yunho’s lips, his pink tongue trailing over the sensitive skin and leaving Yunho burning for more. The smaller boy ducked away before he could get anything more however, and sat back up.
Youngwoong rolled his hips once, experimentally, watching Yunho’s face through hooded eyes even as he let out his own little exhalation of pleasure. Yunho couldn’t stop the moan that rose in his throat though, and Youngwoong’s lips tilted in satisfaction. He waited until Yunho subsided to move again, this time raising himself up slightly before slamming back down, pushing Yunho deep inside him. Both gasped at the sensation, Youngwoong’s back arching slightly as his nerves exploded excitedly up his spine.
“Uhm. Very nice…” Youngwoong murmured, beginning to ride Yunho slowly, his hips undulating in even, round movements, sliding the taller’s length into himself in cycles and watching Yunho’s changing expressions with hooded eyes. He would not allow Yunho to sit up, keeping up the pressure on his shoulders and he continued the increasingly torturous slow movements.
It took a few moments more for Yunho to get frustrated enough by having that hot, slick heat around him, yet unable to fully and properly explore it, to spur him into action. He grabbed Youngwoong’s hips, and rolled them, using the pressure on his right shoulder as leverage and forcing Youngwoong back into the mattress. He smirked in triumph as he found himself on top once more, Youngwoong’s hands resting on his shoulders ineffectively.
He settled himself between the white thighs, giving his own little experimental thrust before holding Youngwoong’s hip down and ramming home. Youngwoong let out a loud gasp as their bodies met, the sudden movement sending shocks of pleasure through him. Yunho repeated the movement, drawing out, then returning back to the warm welcoming heat of the other young man. Youngwoong encased him like a glove, snug and tight and very very nice to return to. Yunho kept the rhythm as regular as he could, his thrusts long and hard, forcing Youngwoong up towards the headboard with every movement.
“Enjoying yourself?” Youngwoong panted out, blunt nails making uneven trails in Yunho’s sweat slicked skin. Yunho took his mouth savagely, a forced exploration to the other’s boy’s mouth occurring before he gave himself enough room to answer.
“What, it seems like I’m not?” He accentuated his point with a sharp thrust of his hips, hitting Youngwoong’s core and making the pale body arch, muscles pulling taunt with pleasure.
“Nnn… hnn…” Youngwoong panted against Yunho’s neck, the later feeling satisfaction at his inability to articulate as their bodies rocked together, Yunho trying to plunge deeper and harder with each thrust. Youngwoong’s back arched, trying to get more more more, mindless with want and need. His world had narrowed to the hard body holding him and the hot length pulsing inside him, and the building pleasure that threatened to drive him mad.
“You feel amazing… so tight… hot.” Yunho grunted out as they moved, each of his thrusts steady and sure, the arm around Youngwoong’s waist tightening with each movement of his hips, to the point of being painful had it been in any other situation. Right here and now, it just added to Youngwoong’s pleasure, his body limp to Yunho’s manipulations. He hitched his body against Yunho’s on the downslide, taking the opportunity to pull his leg higher up around the larger boy’s back, the click of his joints shifting to accommodate the abnormal position lost in both their moans and heavy pants. Yunho growled at the new position, his hand on the pale thigh sliding up to push back on it further, forcing his body down harder into Youngwoong and eliciting a sharp, delighted yelp as the slight change in position brought him in striking distance of Youngwoong’s core.
“Right there baby, right… there.” Youngwoong panted out, other leg winding around Yunho’s lower back and buttocks to pull him back in, wanting to feel the lightening explosion of nerves deep inside him once again. Youngwoong’s stomach clenched, his muscles working to bring them closer together, draw Yunho deeper with in him, to prolong the deep fiery pleasure that they were stroking to a bonfire.
Yunho felt as if his whole body were alight, fevered and chaotic in the face of everything that was Youngwoong. He tried best he could to aim for the spot that brought so much pleasure to the other boy, while he himself reveled in the feeling of euphoria their coupling was bringing him. This was longer, harder and infinitely more intense then any other encounter he’d ever had, the haze of faceless women fading further with every plunging movement into the haven of Youngwoong’s body. He slid a hand between them, coming to encircle Youngwoong’s turgid arousal, moving his hands in quick strokes that matched his own thrusts. Youngwoong howled at the extra stimulation, nails biting into the flesh of Yunho’s shoulder and upper arm.
The hard pants rent from both of them increased, their bodies tensing as the pleasure crested, building up past the point of no return. Yunho fell first, his back coiling tight, his whole body shuddering with the arrival of his orgasm. It fell over him in a wave, his senses overwhelmed as his mind blanked, his eyesight going a blinding white, leaving only the rush of pleasure and the feeling of completion as he emptied himself into Youngwoong’s tight passage. Sometime during his extended orgasm, Youngwoong succumbed as well, his body and channel tightening as his muscled spasmed, clamping down on Yunho with his limbs and his inner muscles, his mind giving way to the pleasure.
Their gasps for breath eased as their mind and body mobility returned, the quaking aftermath of their explosive completions starting to wash over them. Youngwoong’s grip loosened, his weary muscles giving up their hold as his legs slid back to the bed, releasing Yunho from his vice-like grip. Yunho himself struggled not to collapse straight onto Youngwoong and crush him, his arms wobbly and liquid. He was grinning foolishly though, he could feel, and something burbled happily in him, like he could go shout from the rooftops. He dropped to his elbows, lower body pressing down against his partner, but still holding himself high enough to gaze down upon Youngwoong’s face.
Youngwoong looked up at him, dark eyes glazed with the overstimulation of his body, blinking lazily at the face that loomed before him. Yunho leant down to take his lips again - the first of their kisses that was not lustful and desperate. Youngwoong must have already been drifting off however, because his mouth was languid under Yunho’s. So with a happy little exhalation, Yunho eased himself out of Youngwoong, settling beside him on the bed. Youngwoong did not move at all, save to fold an arm that had been around Yunho to his own side. Yunho dropped another kiss on the damp, sweaty brown before collapsing back against the bed himself, his whole body feeling leadened with expended pleasure.
Yunho had no idea how much time had passed when he awoke, nor did he give much thought to it - more focused on the warm wet heat that surrounded his burgeoning arousal. Youngwoong was bent over him, deep chocolate eyes barely visible in the still dim light, his hot mouth coaxing Yunho easily back to fullness.
The leaded warmth that infused his body from their last session had not left him, but there was no way he would protest as the fey, wanton seeming-succubus gave him one last long lick before crawling over his body, their lips melding together hotly. Yunho’s head and senses were filled with sex, the scent and very air of the room fairly thrumming with their activities.
Youngwoong’s dark eyes sucked him in, holding him hypnotized even as their tongues tangled. Then the boy’s hands were moving, bracing himself on Yunho’s chest, and he wrenched back from the kiss, panting, in order to mount Yunho.
Yunho let out a strangled howl as Youngwoong came down on him, taking him deeply into his body once again, the sheer sensuality permeating the room swirling into him in one fail swoop and making him loose control.
“Fu-uck…! Youngwoong…!” He grabbed hold of the slim hips and all but slammed himself into the tight heat, desperate in his lust for the supple body. Youngwoong’s muscles constricted around him, and he let out a low roar, holding onto the other as he surged upwards to sit amongst the mussed sheets. Youngwoong slid downwards slightly in the new position, and let out a hoarse cry at the added sensation, Yunho’s whole length now firmly ensconced in him. Yunho wrapped his arms around Youngwoong, forcing a rocking movement as he sought the lovely friction of sliding in and out of his very willing partner. Each thrust made the coil of pleasure in him grow, and he mindlessly sought to get deeper, move faster, pound harder, Youngwoong urging him along every step of his way to insanity.
The already tight channel contracted further as Youngwoong tensed up, trying to hold his completion at bay while simultaneously trying to draw Yunho deeper inside him. Yunho moaned headily into Youngwoong’s open, panting mouth, neither of them able to kiss properly for the lack of breath, but, unwilling to stray too far, they shared air, their open mouths only millimeters apart.
“So good… so so…” Yunho panted out, voice tremulous under the sensations overtaking his body. Youngwoong made no answer, save for more moans and grunts as their bodies undulated together, even the feel of their hard chests pressing together tightly adding to the stimulation. Youngwoong’s legs tightened in their grip around his hips, every part of the young man beginning to tingle from his oncoming orgasm. The friction of Yunho’s thrusts, the jabs on his throbbing prostate and the slide of Yunho’s abs against his arousal was becoming too much to handle. Yunho himself felt his own approaching, Youngwoong’s body coaxing him to ecstasy with every passing second. Youngwoong felt the tensing of Yunho’s shoulder muscles, the roped muscles of his back working extra hard to slam Youngwoong down on his member.
White hot heat ripped up Yunho’s spine, making his whole body spasm wildly under the waves of pleasure that crashed over him. He felt Youngwoong come down on him one last time, the muscles of his rear tightening almost painfully around him and the smaller boy found his release. Youngwoong let out a feral cry which rung in Yunho’s ears before he added his own dull roar. For the second time that night, Yunho let himself explode into Youngwoong’s supple body. The pair of them rode out their orgasms, Youngwoong’s channel spasming now and again, milking Yunho of everything as he slowly began to soften.
Panting heavily, his heart thundering and ears ringing, Yunho fell backwards to lie on the bed. He barely recognized Youngwoong slipping off him before the darkness of unconsciousness rose over him and pushed him down into a very deep and sated sleep.
When he woke again, sun shining through the small window, Youngwoong was gone - leaving him with the best all-day afterglow he’d ever had and a large bill for the hotel.
Summary: Youngwoong comes through on his teasing.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
This is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Truly. If you’re not into the lemon thing, really, DON’T read the part after they leave the club - it’s pretty full on, and not in a romantic way either. Nothing much of plot-note happens anyway. Even though this is the longest chapter yet. *face palm* HOMG, I so never want to write something is vastly descriptive, ever again. You’ve no idea, seriously~! #^_^#;;;
Also, random aside - does anyone know if Jae (or well, any of the boys, really) has a favorite flavour or food or what not? I've read in fics numerous times that Jae doesn't like sweets. Is this fandom or fact?
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BIG FAT LEMON WARNING. LEMON, SMUT, 'TEH NASTY' IS UNDER THIS CUT. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. :P
Yunho had been sitting at the bar for an hour when Youngwoong turned up. He had been ridiculously early in getting to the club - so much so that he forced himself to go away and have some food and a coffee before coming back. The whole day had been spent in waiting, jittering around with way too much pent up energy.
He’d tried studying, working on his stupid assignment, but his mind kept traveling away from political leaders and diving into all the dark, dirty scenes it could conjure of Youngwoong doing very nasty but deliciously wicked things to him. He’d then given up on trying to do anything productive, and went to bother Yoochun. His friend had laughed at him for some time, and then told him to go away because he was becoming boring with his incessant ranting and musing about Youngwoong’s wiles.
The night had finally come however, and now all Yunho was waiting on was the young man himself. The constant checking of his watch was involuntary, and he kept wondering if he should stay put here, where he was at least marginally visible, or if he should start wandering around looking for his siren. He’d almost convinced himself to start looking when Youngwoong finally turned up. A hand settled on his shoulder, sliding down his chest and brushing across this shirt, tickling at his instantly hard nipple before coming back up to cradle his neck. He turned, shivering in anticipation, to find Youngwoong standing beside him, leaning into Yunho’s chair as he slunk and arm down around Yunho’s broad shoulders. The other hand reached out and plucked the Amaretto Sour Yunho had been nursing from his fingers, the full pink lips finding the rim and taking a long sip from the glass. He put the cocktail down with a breathy exhalation of appreciation, smiling coyly.
“I like a prepared man.” Youngwoong greeted him duskily, the words purred into his ear as the other boy leaned into him, hanging off his shoulder like an intoxicated call girl.
“I was wondering when you’d turn up.” Yunho replied, snaking an arm around the slim waist and pulling Youngwoong in further.
“I’m here now.” The pale boy said plainly, echoing their last meeting. “So what are you going to do with me?” He went on, eyes mischievous and lips curling into a knowing smirk. Yunho laughed, kissing the residue of alcohol and bitters from Youngwoong’s lips.
“I have a few things in mind. Where would you like to start?” He asked playfully. Youngwoong quirked an eyebrow, adopting a thoughtful expression as he picked up the sour once again and sipped at it until it was gone, Yunho’s hand wandering up and down the curve of his waist and hip as he did so.
“Come.” Youngwoong said, head tilting towards the dance floor. Yunho stood, but when Youngwoong turned away, Yunho reached out to stop him. Youngwoong looked back, a blankly puzzled expression on his face.
“Wait. Give me your phone number… I still haven’t got it.” He asked, getting ready to pull out his phone and enter the fey boy’s contact details. Youngwoong’s blank look however didn’t really change, and his head cocked to the side, like he didn’t understand.
“Why?” Was Youngwoong’s basic reply, and Yunho’s brow furrowed.
“What d’you mean why?” He repeated back, but it got half-swallowed in a particularly loud bit of music. He went on, regardless. “So I can contact you?” He half asked, half stated, and Youngwoong shrugged.
“Why would you need to do that?” Came the reply, although Yunho was not sure he heard correctly over the heavy beat. What kind of an answer was that? He opened his mouth again, to ask Youngwoong to repeat, when the other boy cut in first.
“Dance with me.” Youngwoong said, not really requesting nor demanding this time. Not that Yunho could have refused. Especially not when Youngwoong slipped a finger into his belt loop and tugged him towards the floor, a playful smile on his lips and the smallest hint of tongue poking out. The tongue undid Yunho, and fleeting thoughts of Youngwoong’s phone number were chased away by the near-pornographic images that his mind happily supplied from its increasing stock.
Yunho did as bid, trailing after the other boy with his hands on Youngwoong’s swaying hips as the other wound his way through the crowd and to the middle of the floor. His hands slipped off Youngwoong as the other stopped moving forward, and began to move to the music instead. And, just the same as the first time Yunho had been caught in Youngwoong’s snare, the boy let himself be taken by the music, his hips and arms winding into the heady beats as he performed what was effectively a mating call to any person in the immediate area with eyes.
Youngwoong had sensuality down to a fine art, his slinky, smooth movements mesmerizing and enticing. They certainly reeled Yunho in, and the taller boy felt the urge to stake his claim on the siren and to make sure no one else had any ideas about taking the boy home. Youngwoong was his damnit, and the boy was going to bloody deliver on his teases tonight. He ran a hand up one of Youngwoong’s raised arms, entangling their fingers and drawing the other boy around. Youngwoong came easily, sliding himself against Yunho’s body and fitting his legs between the other’s.
They ground into each other, using the masque of ‘dancing’ to act as lewdly as possible in public. It was really no different from the writing masses around them, but Yunho could not help but feel like it was. Like this was on some sort of alternate plane of existence all together. Youngwoong’s body was warm and solid and tantilising against him, but it felt unreal. The strength of his want was not so unreal however, and after a little while, he brought Youngwoong around - back to Yunho’s chest, and pressed him closer.
Yunho ground his obvious arousal into Youngwoong’s ass, the layers of fabric between them frustrating him to no end.
“God I want you.” He whispered hotly into the other’s ear.
“And you shall have me, don’t worry. Patience is a virtue.” Youngwoong said lightly, even as he rubbed his pert bottom over Yunho tantalizingly. Yunho growled, drawing Youngwoong’s head back to mesh their lips together, a hint of Yunho’s desperation coming out in the deep, lusty kiss.
“Then I must not be a virtuous man.” Yunho rumbled into his mouth, strong hand on the smaller’s bare abdomen keeping them plastered together. Youngwoong laughed.
“All the better.” He purred, lapping at Yunho’s mouth as he began to sway their bodies to the music once more.
Yunho’s touches were no longer tempered by newness of acquaintances, though he could hardly say he knew Youngwoong at all… except for the heat of his mouth and the curve of his waist. Never the less, Yunho felt no shame at his wandering hands which rode up under the tight black shirt and dipped down into the waist of the smaller boy’s jeans, feeling the soft down there. A change in beat drove a new roll into Youngwoong’s hips, and Yunho too the opportunity to let his fingers dip even further. He’d barely managed to move however before the boy had pulled his hands away and turned around, looping his arms around Yunho’s neck.
“Are you ready?” Youngwoong asked huskily, fingers playing with the soft hairs at the nape of Yunho’s neck, his whole body leaning on the taller’s. Yunho slid his hands into the back pockets of Youngwoong’s sinfully tight jeans and unabashedly groped the soft flesh they cased.
“I’ve been ready all night.” He returned, feeling himself harden further at the thought that it looked like they were finally… getting down to business, as it were.
“Mmm. I noticed.” Youngwoong said, a sneaky hand creeping down to press on the growing bulge nestling into his lower abdomen. Yunho growled at the tease, hauling Youngwoong forward by his ass and trapping the hand between them. He looked into the other boy’s hooded gaze with ferocity.
“So what are you going to do about it?” He practically growled, beyond impatient. Youngwoong gave him a hard nip on the jaw before firmly pulling away. He raised his own chin slightly in a gesture Yunho took to mean ‘follow me’.
They wound their way out of the club, the fresh cold air of the outside world hitting them like a physical wall at the exit. Both shivered somewhat involuntarily, but Youngwoong took no time to adjust, taking off down the street. Yunho caught up to him in a few quick steps, wrapping an arm around Youngwoong’s waist, partly for warmth, partly so that he wouldn’t loose the quick young man, and partly because he craved having that body pressed against his - in any manner available.
Youngwoong shot him an amused glance, but said nothing, stepping into the embrace and threading a finger through the back belt look of Yunho’s jeans in return.
The boy steered them down a smaller street and back into one of the confusing areas of maze that littered the city. He seemed to know exactly where he was going however, and Yunho, once he wrenched his attention away from the captivating beauty beside him, realized they were in a love hotel district.
“We’re going in one of these?” Yunho asked in some surprise. Somehow he’d not expected it… though he really should have, given the promises Youngwoong had made, and the whole nature of their encounter. Youngwoong shot him another one of his amused glances.
“Well, we could settle for an alleyway, if you think you’ll be that quick.” He taunted. “But I still don’t fancy getting interrupted. And neither of us would have the opportunity to… impress given such surroundings.” He went on coyly. “You do have money, don’t you?” He suddenly asked, and Yunho blinked, frowning.
“Well, yes, but…” Yunho began, but Youngwoong was smiling again, and tugging to bring them into the tastefully signed doors of a hotel he seemed to approve of. The entrance looked like any other half-way decent love hotel, with polished floors and generic potted plants in the corners.
They approached the display board, Youngwoong releasing his grip on Yunho and stepping away in a manner that made Yunho let go of him as well. The shorter boy considered the lighted options on the grid for a moment, seeming pondering which one he wanted. Yunho too looked at the pictures up, noting this place had a few themed rooms, but was mainly standard fair, basic function rooms.
“Mmm. Don’t think we’re quite up to dungeon play today. Some other time maybe.” Youngwoong said, tone completely blasé, and pointed in the general direction of a bedroom that took his fancy. “G4.” He declared. Yunho blinked again, and looked at the panel showing Youngwoong’s choice. It was fairly bland, with a large double bed and side tables, a dark crimson spread over the bed and plenty of big pillows. Wondering why that room was apparently ‘their’ room, he looked over at the pale beauty to see Youngwoong looking at him expectantly. It suddenly clicked that Youngwoong was expecting Yunho to pay.
“Oh. Uh.” Yunho stuttered out, before shaking his head and making a small annoyed noise. Youngwoong just expected him to be paying. He opened his mouth to protest, but Youngwoong raised one eyebrow, and Yunho just knew that if he tried to argue, Youngwoong would do one of his disappearing acts. Huffing out a sigh, he turned and headed over to the small manned alcove to pay the entrance fee and get the room key.
Youngwoong leant against the pillar by the elevators, eyes flickering between Yunho as he paid and lazily studying the room panels. Soon, the light behind G4 went out, and he turned to see Yunho coming towards him, tucking his wallet back into his jeans.
Pressing the elevator button, they went into the contained box. As soon as the doors closed on the foyer, Youngwoong backed Yunho into the wall, sliding a leg between the taller boy’s own and leaning in to suck on his neck. By the time they reached the right floor, Youngwoong had worked up the beginnings of a lovely hickey, and Yunho’s arousal was returning with a vengeance.
They tumbled out into the hall and, between hot, wet kisses, managed to find their door. The keys were dropped as soon as the heavy wood thudded back into place behind them, and they drifted back into the main part of the room, Youngwoong’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s neck once more while Yunho’s own roamed unashamedly.
“Do you want me, Yunho?” Youngwoong asked huskily, his body pressed so tightly against Yunho that he couldn’t fail to realize Yunho’s by now raging arousal. “Want me to spread my legs and take you into me?” His words were little more then hot breaths of air against Yunho’s ear, said between the small erotic noises he was letting out as he ground their bodies together. “Want to bite,” his white teeth nipped sharply into Yunho’s ear lobe, before a wet tongue soothed it. “into me, and hear me moan?”
“Fuuuck…” Yunho moaned, the want in him stroked to the heights of lust with Youngwoong’s dirty, promising words and his lithe, gorgeous body. “All that… and more…” He got out through the haze in his mind as Youngwoong continued to grind against him, their constrained arousals desperate for friction. Letting out a low roar of frustration, Yunho yanked the other boy back off him, near ripping the tight black shirt from his body. Yunho’s own soon followed, and some rather adolescent touching occurred until Youngwoong’s nimble fingers finally dug into Yunho’s belt and his fly. The rest of their clothing was removed in a flurry, left haphazardly on the floor as Yunho’s eyes fixated on the lovely, hard-on inducing sight before him. He reached out blindly with one hand to rip off the deep red coverlet, before grabbing Youngwoong’s hips and practically tossing the other boy onto the bed. Seconds later, he followed, covering Youngwoong’s already artfully displayed, magnificent form with his own.
Yunho hovered over him, taking in the pale beauty of the body beneath him. Yunho had never been one to really appreciate the male form, not like he did females, but here was his exception. Youngwoong was breathtaking. The pure sensuality that was roiling off him was as much of a turn on as the silky soft skin and the hard planes of his gorgeously sculpted body. Yunho felt like he could stare at this sight for hours, though his fingers ached to touch, and his mouth was wet with the need to taste. Drinking in Youngwoong’s form, Yunho’s eyes dragged over the strong, ever so slight curved thighs, flat stomach and taught chest, coming to rest on the face that was sin incarnate. Youngwoong’s eyes held a feral wildness that threatened to consume Yunho, dragging him into the depths of insanity and all the glorious debauchery that could be garnered along the way.
“I’m not a peepshow, hun. This is an interactive ride.” Youngwoong taunted, rolling his head backward in a cat-like stretch of his shoulders and neck and eyeing Yunho almost critically. It pushed Yunho’s control over, and he dived down to silence that sharp tongue.
The kisses progressed from Youngwoong’s ripe lips down his neck, Yunho eager to taste all that he could of the boy. He licked and nipped a path to dusky rose nipples, peeks that held his attention quite well as long fingers knotted into his hair.
“Much better…”
Youngwoong’s often explicit, tantalizing commentary continued as they explored each other. Yunho bit into the flesh that covered his hip bone, tasting the slightly salty skin and feeling Youngwoong’s blood pulse through his body. The smaller boy let out a deep guttural moan and lifted a leg, his calf pressing down on Yunho’s back to bring him closer. Yunho complied, laving at the small patch of skin.
“Mm… You’re good with your mouth.” Youngwoong praised, hand threading through Yunho’s hair once more and pressing into the nape of his neck. Yunho laughed against his hip, hand coming up to cup the swell of Youngwoong’s ass, and then trailing up the raised thigh, fingers tickling over the sensitive skin of his inner leg. He pushed the leg higher, releasing himself from its grip as he moved downwards, leaving small kisses along Youngwoong’s pelvic bone.
“I haven’t even started yet.” He said huskily, looking up at the other’s face, meeting Youngwoong’s wanton eyes with his own lust-clouded ones. Youngwoong gave him an open mouth smile, tongue running over his front teeth.
“Please do then.” Youngwoong purred, rolling his hips slightly so that his arousal pressed into Yunho’s chest. “I can’t wait to see what you can do.” He invited, almost challenging. Yunho grinned at the voraciousness of the boy, nipping the soft skin of his pelvis in acceptance of the challenge.
“Lay back and enjoy then baby.” He instructed, but Youngwoong just laughed.
“Honey, I never just ‘lie back’.” Youngwoong growled duskily, amusement clear in his tone, and Yunho’s grin stretched further, even as he slid his body further down.
His breath laid hot caresses over Youngwoong’s waiting arousal, and he teased for long moments by refusing to touch, just to hover and breathe in the musk scent of his partner, stronger here then anywhere else on his body.
At first, he tasted Youngwoong like a connoisseur does wine, a sip, to swirl the taste around his mouth and taste him on his palate, adding him to the scent and sight of Youngwoong that Yunho had already collected. A deeper taste followed, with a little more teasing, before Yunho finally took all of him into his mouth, delighting in the mewl of pleasure the action created.
“Enough… I want you in me.” Youngwoong said after long, pleasant moments; wrenching Yunho back by his hair. Yunho looked up at him, considering, and nodded. He moved up to face the other, letting Youngwoong’s long legs go, where the smaller boy let them rest on the bed, legs spread wide to make room for Yunho to lie over him.
“Tell me.” Yunho whispered harshly, overpowering lust gnawing at his gut, making him nearly tremble with the need to plunge into Youngwoong’s tempting body, to take him and sate himself in the teasing siren’s depths.
Youngwoong lapped at his mouth, hooded eyes smirking at Yunho’s excitement.
“I want you… want you to spread me open, push into my core and fuck me raw. I want to feel the whole length of you seated in me, want to feel you swell and feel your seed inside me, slicking my walls.” Youngwoong whispered, voice heavy with sex and wanton with need. “I want you to take me, fuck me, use me, make me feel so good I can’t think of anything but you.” Youngwoong’s every word made Yunho’s want increase, and finally Yunho could not stand it anymore.
The pleasant feel of the slow slide of Yunho entering him crept through Youngwoong’s rear and tickled up his spine, the burn of it building his anticipation of what was to come. He relaxed out against the bed, eager to allow Yunho full entrance, eager to feel their joining. Yunho loomed over him, his eyes narrowed with his concentration and the restraint that it took him not to thrust home quickly into the welcoming heat below him. He wanted inside, now, but forced himself to go slow… at least to start with. Youngwoong obviously approved, his low mewls of encouragement stroking the heat of Yunho’s need.
Finally, when he could sink no further, Yunho paused, panting, and leaned down to take Youngwoong’s lips with his. His grip on Youngwoong’s hands shifted slightly so that he could reach, wanting to taste the other boy once more. The plump lips parted under his questing tongue, and the heady taste of Youngwoong filled his mouth once more. He explored the cavern briefly before the other boy’s tongue pushed him out, Youngwoong going on the aggressive.
Youngwoong bit into Yunho’s lip almost viciously, causing him to loose his concentration and therefore his grip, startling back with a cry. Youngwoong smiled darkly, leveraging them and with a heave, flipping them over. He righted himself on top of Yunho with a swing of his head, his damp hair splaying out briefly before settling against his skin again. Yunho looked up in awe, seeing Youngwoong’s body settle onto him. The dim light from the bedside lamp made the pale skin glow golden, the sheen of slick sweat that covered his body glistening in the light. Strong thighs tightened against his hips, preventing Yunho from trying to gain control again, as Youngwoong dropped forward, pushing Yunho’s shoulders down into the mattress. The curve of his full lips enticed Yunho, but he couldn’t reach them, and Youngwoong let out a low laugh as he tried. Teasing, he lent down just far enough to lap once at Yunho’s lips, his pink tongue trailing over the sensitive skin and leaving Yunho burning for more. The smaller boy ducked away before he could get anything more however, and sat back up.
Youngwoong rolled his hips once, experimentally, watching Yunho’s face through hooded eyes even as he let out his own little exhalation of pleasure. Yunho couldn’t stop the moan that rose in his throat though, and Youngwoong’s lips tilted in satisfaction. He waited until Yunho subsided to move again, this time raising himself up slightly before slamming back down, pushing Yunho deep inside him. Both gasped at the sensation, Youngwoong’s back arching slightly as his nerves exploded excitedly up his spine.
“Uhm. Very nice…” Youngwoong murmured, beginning to ride Yunho slowly, his hips undulating in even, round movements, sliding the taller’s length into himself in cycles and watching Yunho’s changing expressions with hooded eyes. He would not allow Yunho to sit up, keeping up the pressure on his shoulders and he continued the increasingly torturous slow movements.
It took a few moments more for Yunho to get frustrated enough by having that hot, slick heat around him, yet unable to fully and properly explore it, to spur him into action. He grabbed Youngwoong’s hips, and rolled them, using the pressure on his right shoulder as leverage and forcing Youngwoong back into the mattress. He smirked in triumph as he found himself on top once more, Youngwoong’s hands resting on his shoulders ineffectively.
He settled himself between the white thighs, giving his own little experimental thrust before holding Youngwoong’s hip down and ramming home. Youngwoong let out a loud gasp as their bodies met, the sudden movement sending shocks of pleasure through him. Yunho repeated the movement, drawing out, then returning back to the warm welcoming heat of the other young man. Youngwoong encased him like a glove, snug and tight and very very nice to return to. Yunho kept the rhythm as regular as he could, his thrusts long and hard, forcing Youngwoong up towards the headboard with every movement.
“Enjoying yourself?” Youngwoong panted out, blunt nails making uneven trails in Yunho’s sweat slicked skin. Yunho took his mouth savagely, a forced exploration to the other’s boy’s mouth occurring before he gave himself enough room to answer.
“What, it seems like I’m not?” He accentuated his point with a sharp thrust of his hips, hitting Youngwoong’s core and making the pale body arch, muscles pulling taunt with pleasure.
“Nnn… hnn…” Youngwoong panted against Yunho’s neck, the later feeling satisfaction at his inability to articulate as their bodies rocked together, Yunho trying to plunge deeper and harder with each thrust. Youngwoong’s back arched, trying to get more more more, mindless with want and need. His world had narrowed to the hard body holding him and the hot length pulsing inside him, and the building pleasure that threatened to drive him mad.
“You feel amazing… so tight… hot.” Yunho grunted out as they moved, each of his thrusts steady and sure, the arm around Youngwoong’s waist tightening with each movement of his hips, to the point of being painful had it been in any other situation. Right here and now, it just added to Youngwoong’s pleasure, his body limp to Yunho’s manipulations. He hitched his body against Yunho’s on the downslide, taking the opportunity to pull his leg higher up around the larger boy’s back, the click of his joints shifting to accommodate the abnormal position lost in both their moans and heavy pants. Yunho growled at the new position, his hand on the pale thigh sliding up to push back on it further, forcing his body down harder into Youngwoong and eliciting a sharp, delighted yelp as the slight change in position brought him in striking distance of Youngwoong’s core.
“Right there baby, right… there.” Youngwoong panted out, other leg winding around Yunho’s lower back and buttocks to pull him back in, wanting to feel the lightening explosion of nerves deep inside him once again. Youngwoong’s stomach clenched, his muscles working to bring them closer together, draw Yunho deeper with in him, to prolong the deep fiery pleasure that they were stroking to a bonfire.
Yunho felt as if his whole body were alight, fevered and chaotic in the face of everything that was Youngwoong. He tried best he could to aim for the spot that brought so much pleasure to the other boy, while he himself reveled in the feeling of euphoria their coupling was bringing him. This was longer, harder and infinitely more intense then any other encounter he’d ever had, the haze of faceless women fading further with every plunging movement into the haven of Youngwoong’s body. He slid a hand between them, coming to encircle Youngwoong’s turgid arousal, moving his hands in quick strokes that matched his own thrusts. Youngwoong howled at the extra stimulation, nails biting into the flesh of Yunho’s shoulder and upper arm.
The hard pants rent from both of them increased, their bodies tensing as the pleasure crested, building up past the point of no return. Yunho fell first, his back coiling tight, his whole body shuddering with the arrival of his orgasm. It fell over him in a wave, his senses overwhelmed as his mind blanked, his eyesight going a blinding white, leaving only the rush of pleasure and the feeling of completion as he emptied himself into Youngwoong’s tight passage. Sometime during his extended orgasm, Youngwoong succumbed as well, his body and channel tightening as his muscled spasmed, clamping down on Yunho with his limbs and his inner muscles, his mind giving way to the pleasure.
Their gasps for breath eased as their mind and body mobility returned, the quaking aftermath of their explosive completions starting to wash over them. Youngwoong’s grip loosened, his weary muscles giving up their hold as his legs slid back to the bed, releasing Yunho from his vice-like grip. Yunho himself struggled not to collapse straight onto Youngwoong and crush him, his arms wobbly and liquid. He was grinning foolishly though, he could feel, and something burbled happily in him, like he could go shout from the rooftops. He dropped to his elbows, lower body pressing down against his partner, but still holding himself high enough to gaze down upon Youngwoong’s face.
Youngwoong looked up at him, dark eyes glazed with the overstimulation of his body, blinking lazily at the face that loomed before him. Yunho leant down to take his lips again - the first of their kisses that was not lustful and desperate. Youngwoong must have already been drifting off however, because his mouth was languid under Yunho’s. So with a happy little exhalation, Yunho eased himself out of Youngwoong, settling beside him on the bed. Youngwoong did not move at all, save to fold an arm that had been around Yunho to his own side. Yunho dropped another kiss on the damp, sweaty brown before collapsing back against the bed himself, his whole body feeling leadened with expended pleasure.
Yunho had no idea how much time had passed when he awoke, nor did he give much thought to it - more focused on the warm wet heat that surrounded his burgeoning arousal. Youngwoong was bent over him, deep chocolate eyes barely visible in the still dim light, his hot mouth coaxing Yunho easily back to fullness.
The leaded warmth that infused his body from their last session had not left him, but there was no way he would protest as the fey, wanton seeming-succubus gave him one last long lick before crawling over his body, their lips melding together hotly. Yunho’s head and senses were filled with sex, the scent and very air of the room fairly thrumming with their activities.
Youngwoong’s dark eyes sucked him in, holding him hypnotized even as their tongues tangled. Then the boy’s hands were moving, bracing himself on Yunho’s chest, and he wrenched back from the kiss, panting, in order to mount Yunho.
Yunho let out a strangled howl as Youngwoong came down on him, taking him deeply into his body once again, the sheer sensuality permeating the room swirling into him in one fail swoop and making him loose control.
“Fu-uck…! Youngwoong…!” He grabbed hold of the slim hips and all but slammed himself into the tight heat, desperate in his lust for the supple body. Youngwoong’s muscles constricted around him, and he let out a low roar, holding onto the other as he surged upwards to sit amongst the mussed sheets. Youngwoong slid downwards slightly in the new position, and let out a hoarse cry at the added sensation, Yunho’s whole length now firmly ensconced in him. Yunho wrapped his arms around Youngwoong, forcing a rocking movement as he sought the lovely friction of sliding in and out of his very willing partner. Each thrust made the coil of pleasure in him grow, and he mindlessly sought to get deeper, move faster, pound harder, Youngwoong urging him along every step of his way to insanity.
The already tight channel contracted further as Youngwoong tensed up, trying to hold his completion at bay while simultaneously trying to draw Yunho deeper inside him. Yunho moaned headily into Youngwoong’s open, panting mouth, neither of them able to kiss properly for the lack of breath, but, unwilling to stray too far, they shared air, their open mouths only millimeters apart.
“So good… so so…” Yunho panted out, voice tremulous under the sensations overtaking his body. Youngwoong made no answer, save for more moans and grunts as their bodies undulated together, even the feel of their hard chests pressing together tightly adding to the stimulation. Youngwoong’s legs tightened in their grip around his hips, every part of the young man beginning to tingle from his oncoming orgasm. The friction of Yunho’s thrusts, the jabs on his throbbing prostate and the slide of Yunho’s abs against his arousal was becoming too much to handle. Yunho himself felt his own approaching, Youngwoong’s body coaxing him to ecstasy with every passing second. Youngwoong felt the tensing of Yunho’s shoulder muscles, the roped muscles of his back working extra hard to slam Youngwoong down on his member.
White hot heat ripped up Yunho’s spine, making his whole body spasm wildly under the waves of pleasure that crashed over him. He felt Youngwoong come down on him one last time, the muscles of his rear tightening almost painfully around him and the smaller boy found his release. Youngwoong let out a feral cry which rung in Yunho’s ears before he added his own dull roar. For the second time that night, Yunho let himself explode into Youngwoong’s supple body. The pair of them rode out their orgasms, Youngwoong’s channel spasming now and again, milking Yunho of everything as he slowly began to soften.
Panting heavily, his heart thundering and ears ringing, Yunho fell backwards to lie on the bed. He barely recognized Youngwoong slipping off him before the darkness of unconsciousness rose over him and pushed him down into a very deep and sated sleep.
When he woke again, sun shining through the small window, Youngwoong was gone - leaving him with the best all-day afterglow he’d ever had and a large bill for the hotel.