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Because I Can't Stay Away
Because I Can't Stay Away
Yunjae
R; Romance, Smut
It was perfect because it was Yunho.
Jaejoong was sure that Yunho’s mouth on his body was the best sensation in the world. More than chocolate melting on his tongue, or spice burning his mouth, or hot water sluicing down his back. It was something he was sure he’d never forget.
Everything was foggy as Yunho dragged his tongue down Jaejoong’s throat and bit down on his collarbone. A haze of pleasure crowded his senses, breathy sounds puffed into his ear that sent sparks all the way down to his toes and pulled any sort of rational thought from Jaejoong’s mind. More, more, more was what he wanted to say, but he didn’t, not knowing what Yunho planned or wanted besides intense making out and fevered touching.
As Yunho pushed closer and Jaejoong rode up onto his pillow, he found himself desperately wishing that his bed was longer, or rather that they had started this lower (in more ways than one,) so that his skull wouldn’t hit the headboard.
“Y-Yoochun,” Jaejoong hissed into Yunho’s ear, as the leader moaned against Jaejoong’s lips, “Yoochun’s sleeping, be quiet.”
Yunho froze and then laughed low; Jaejoong groaned as he felt it resound where their chests were pressed together, “I thought for a second you were calling his name instead of mine and I was about to be angry.”
“Never,” Jaejoong breathed, laughing breathlessly as they looked over at the other bed and realized that Yoochun had already left, “Never, ever.”
Yunho cradled Jaejoong’s face, kissing him sweetly before it turned a little more passionate, Jaejoong sliding his tongue in between Yunho’s lips and commencing something of a battle for dominance. Yunho only won because he cheated and chose at that moment to grind his hips down against Jaejoong’s.
“Uhn,” Jaejoong let his head fall back as Yunho’s mouth dipped to his throat and his hands slid slowly down Jaejoong’s body, touching, feeling, kneading, finally creeping underneath his shirt, fingers grasping for skin. Jaejoong bit his lip to keep from making noise, and arched up into the touch, needing to feel more; more of Yunho, more of his hands, more of his mouth.
“Please,” Jaejoong whispered, not caring that he sounded desperate, not really knowing what he was asking for, “please, Yunho.”
“Tell me,” Yunho murmured over the warm metal glinting in Jaejoong’s belly button, “I love your voice. I could listen to you forever. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” Jaejoong breathed, “your hands, your mouth, your everything. Don’t let go of me. Please don’t, not ever.”
“Never,” Yunho promised, as he nosed the waistband of Jaejoong’s sweats and Jaejoong convulsed, practically shoving Yunho’s head up so he could kick his pants off.
There was a moment of “shit, are we really doing this?” in which they stared at each other, confirming their thoughts and desires as they searched the other’s face.
“Want you,” Jaejoong breathed, drinking in Yunho’s flushed cheeks and his eyes, dark and dilated, tongue wetting his lips in a way that should be illegal.
Yunho leaned in slowly and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut as their lips brushed against one another.
They fumbled a little, awkward giggles ending in senseless stuttering, Jaejoong biting down hard on Yunho’s shoulder as Yunho pushed in, gentle, sweet, not at all how Jaejoong had dreamed. But still perfect.
“Perfect,” Jaejoong said, as Yunho stared down at him.
Perfect even though Yunho’s sweat dripped down on him, perfect even though they didn’t really know what they were doing, perfect even though they tried to kiss but kept missing, perfect even though Jaejoong’s head whacked the wall. Several times.
It was perfect because it was Yunho, perfect because Jaejoong could feel him, touch him, breath him in. It was perfect because it pulled together every touch, every look, every whisper that had been building up and threatening to tear them apart instead of joining them. Right here. Right now. In this moment.
Jaejoong clutched Yunho’s back, his fingernails marking the skin as they found a rhythm that beat against the pounding of their hearts and the murmuring of senseless syllables against each others skin.
And rather than an end, Jaejoong rushed towards a beginning, whispering, enticing, pulling, until they both reached the edge of what was before and spilled over into what was to come. Gasping, shuddering, crying, clutching at each other until their tremors subsided and Yunho lay heavy on Jaejoong, breathing deeply.
“Perfect,” Jaejoong breathed.
“Is that all you can say?” Yunho mumbled into Jaejoong’s neck, “not that I’m disagreeing.”
They laughed, and then Yunho got up for a washcloth and wiped at them both, kissing Jaejoong’s skin as he went, melting Jaejoong further into his state of satisfaction.
The cloth was tossed away and Jaejoong curled up against Yunho and allowed the other man to pat down his damp hair and kiss his nose.
“Love you,” Yunho murmured, and Jaejoong accepted the kiss that was offered, light, careful, reverent.
He didn’t say it back and he knew he didn’t have to. They would talk in the morning. Talk about their feelings and their dreams and Dong Bang Shin Ki and the other members and they would make it work. Somehow.
They always did.
*
This was supposed to be part of a bit of law!verse that I started to write tonight, but then I got going and I was like...this doesn't have the same feel as law!verse, so I pulled it out and it now stands alone. And damned if it isn't one of my more favorite things I've ever written.
And I'm still blushing. I cannot believe I actually did this.
Yunjae
R; Romance, Smut
It was perfect because it was Yunho.
Jaejoong was sure that Yunho’s mouth on his body was the best sensation in the world. More than chocolate melting on his tongue, or spice burning his mouth, or hot water sluicing down his back. It was something he was sure he’d never forget.
Everything was foggy as Yunho dragged his tongue down Jaejoong’s throat and bit down on his collarbone. A haze of pleasure crowded his senses, breathy sounds puffed into his ear that sent sparks all the way down to his toes and pulled any sort of rational thought from Jaejoong’s mind. More, more, more was what he wanted to say, but he didn’t, not knowing what Yunho planned or wanted besides intense making out and fevered touching.
As Yunho pushed closer and Jaejoong rode up onto his pillow, he found himself desperately wishing that his bed was longer, or rather that they had started this lower (in more ways than one,) so that his skull wouldn’t hit the headboard.
“Y-Yoochun,” Jaejoong hissed into Yunho’s ear, as the leader moaned against Jaejoong’s lips, “Yoochun’s sleeping, be quiet.”
Yunho froze and then laughed low; Jaejoong groaned as he felt it resound where their chests were pressed together, “I thought for a second you were calling his name instead of mine and I was about to be angry.”
“Never,” Jaejoong breathed, laughing breathlessly as they looked over at the other bed and realized that Yoochun had already left, “Never, ever.”
Yunho cradled Jaejoong’s face, kissing him sweetly before it turned a little more passionate, Jaejoong sliding his tongue in between Yunho’s lips and commencing something of a battle for dominance. Yunho only won because he cheated and chose at that moment to grind his hips down against Jaejoong’s.
“Uhn,” Jaejoong let his head fall back as Yunho’s mouth dipped to his throat and his hands slid slowly down Jaejoong’s body, touching, feeling, kneading, finally creeping underneath his shirt, fingers grasping for skin. Jaejoong bit his lip to keep from making noise, and arched up into the touch, needing to feel more; more of Yunho, more of his hands, more of his mouth.
“Please,” Jaejoong whispered, not caring that he sounded desperate, not really knowing what he was asking for, “please, Yunho.”
“Tell me,” Yunho murmured over the warm metal glinting in Jaejoong’s belly button, “I love your voice. I could listen to you forever. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” Jaejoong breathed, “your hands, your mouth, your everything. Don’t let go of me. Please don’t, not ever.”
“Never,” Yunho promised, as he nosed the waistband of Jaejoong’s sweats and Jaejoong convulsed, practically shoving Yunho’s head up so he could kick his pants off.
There was a moment of “shit, are we really doing this?” in which they stared at each other, confirming their thoughts and desires as they searched the other’s face.
“Want you,” Jaejoong breathed, drinking in Yunho’s flushed cheeks and his eyes, dark and dilated, tongue wetting his lips in a way that should be illegal.
Yunho leaned in slowly and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut as their lips brushed against one another.
They fumbled a little, awkward giggles ending in senseless stuttering, Jaejoong biting down hard on Yunho’s shoulder as Yunho pushed in, gentle, sweet, not at all how Jaejoong had dreamed. But still perfect.
“Perfect,” Jaejoong said, as Yunho stared down at him.
Perfect even though Yunho’s sweat dripped down on him, perfect even though they didn’t really know what they were doing, perfect even though they tried to kiss but kept missing, perfect even though Jaejoong’s head whacked the wall. Several times.
It was perfect because it was Yunho, perfect because Jaejoong could feel him, touch him, breath him in. It was perfect because it pulled together every touch, every look, every whisper that had been building up and threatening to tear them apart instead of joining them. Right here. Right now. In this moment.
Jaejoong clutched Yunho’s back, his fingernails marking the skin as they found a rhythm that beat against the pounding of their hearts and the murmuring of senseless syllables against each others skin.
And rather than an end, Jaejoong rushed towards a beginning, whispering, enticing, pulling, until they both reached the edge of what was before and spilled over into what was to come. Gasping, shuddering, crying, clutching at each other until their tremors subsided and Yunho lay heavy on Jaejoong, breathing deeply.
“Perfect,” Jaejoong breathed.
“Is that all you can say?” Yunho mumbled into Jaejoong’s neck, “not that I’m disagreeing.”
They laughed, and then Yunho got up for a washcloth and wiped at them both, kissing Jaejoong’s skin as he went, melting Jaejoong further into his state of satisfaction.
The cloth was tossed away and Jaejoong curled up against Yunho and allowed the other man to pat down his damp hair and kiss his nose.
“Love you,” Yunho murmured, and Jaejoong accepted the kiss that was offered, light, careful, reverent.
He didn’t say it back and he knew he didn’t have to. They would talk in the morning. Talk about their feelings and their dreams and Dong Bang Shin Ki and the other members and they would make it work. Somehow.
They always did.
*
This was supposed to be part of a bit of law!verse that I started to write tonight, but then I got going and I was like...this doesn't have the same feel as law!verse, so I pulled it out and it now stands alone. And damned if it isn't one of my more favorite things I've ever written.
And I'm still blushing. I cannot believe I actually did this.
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