The Phantom of the Opera
Title: The Phantom of the Opera
Author: 4everxd
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: AU, Romance, (slight) Angst, Smut.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Beneath the opera house, I know he's there. He's with me on the stage, he's everywhere. And when my song begins, I always find, The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.
A/N: Wow...just FML. Okay, so I've been obsessed with The Phantom of the opera for awhile now and this happened, so yeah. I just ruined my childhood(Not really) XD This is not beta-ed so all mistakes are mine, I will edit it when I have time and a clear mind :) Anyways you can listen to three songs here: First is the Phantom of the Opera well DUH :P The second is The Point of No Return, you will see when to play it :3 and the last one is the El Tango de Roxanne, because it helped me write the smut, so you can listen to it while you read it too :D Mirotic era Jaejoong and I regret nothing~ and I found a Phantom!Yunho fanart in my yunjae fanart folder by mistake! This fic was meant to be LOL enjoy~ ^^ BTW I made a MasterFic List, check it out~ :3 Comments are love!! <3
Jaejoong stood quietly in the left corner of the stage, hiding behind the big red velvet curtain and watched as everyone around him run around frantically.
The chandelier shone brightly from above the stage, the diamonds on it twinkling almost playfully. Men and women of different ages wore beautiful and colorful clothes, the makeup on their faces making them look like porcelain dolls. The orchestra was getting ready too, the conductor making sure the music sheets are in the right order, the other musicians sitting at their sits with their respective musical instruments in hands.
It is the last rehearsal before the official performance of the Opera House. As a background singer there is nothing much Jaejoong could do, but watch interestedly as the lead soprano was getting ready to perform.
The soloist kept re-singing the most important high notes, making many flinch whenever her voice cracked or got too high pitched.
The two new owners of the Opera house fidgeted upon realizing that tomorrow’s performance might be disastrous.
A sigh left Jaejoong’s lips as he gazed at the lead soprano, wishing he could have the chance to sing too. That however could wait until later. He, alone in the dark, would sing to the ghost of the opera. He liked to think, that someone was always there watching him, the angel of music. He would look at the non-existent audience and think of people there clapping for him with smiles on their faces. But no, it was all a dream, a dream far too delusional to reach.
“Hey, Jaejoong come here. We need to get ready!” Someone called him.
“Yes, yes. I am coming.” Jaejoong looked at the (still getting fixed) stage one last time before he run towards to the direction of the voice.
Soon enough, night came. Everyone started getting ready to leave and within a few hours Jaejoong was all alone in the opera.
Or so he liked to think.
It was dark when he reached the stage. Only one small light shone through in the centre of the stage and Jaejoong walked over to it. Around him nothing was visible; the dark and creepy atmosphere gave him the chills, yet he was excited.
He was in his own little paradise. He glowed under the light, the only thing in the opera that could be seen.
Then, Jaejoong started humming, closing his eyes and feeling the rhythm of the song he would soon sing. However, he was too engrossed and failed to see that he had a guest.
The beautiful man was lost in himself. He was now singing, his voice getting higher and higher with each passing second.
The new presence was still there, always watching. He has always been watching. Watching Jaejoong’s every move in the opera house.
“Sing my angel…”
There on the balcony, behind the curtain, a figure was there. The man blended in with the dark, his black clothes making him invisible to Jaejoong…every time.
It’s been months since Jaejoong has started this kind of getaway. None knew that the young backup singer was a hidden talent that performed every night, around midnight, in the opera house. Well none except…
The Phantom of the Opera.
Jaejoong felt it; the angel of music was there.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he abruptly stopped singing. With slow steps, he started backing away, almost terrified.
With hesitance, Jaejoong looked up at the balcony and his breath stopped for a second when he noticed the curtain slightly moving as if had someone just left.
“Who’s there?” the raven haired man asked his voice barely above a whisper.
Seconds passed but Jaejoong still waited.
“The angel of music.” A deep voice said, the answer still the same.
Jaejoong shivered. He never knew a voice could affect him so much.
It was a game him and Jaejoong played.
He acted like the Phantom wouldn’t be there, but he is wrong, every time.
The Phantom is always there. Even though Jaejoong doesn’t not know how he looks like and he gets the same answer whenever he asks who is there, the young man can’t get the angel of music out of his mind.
When he first came to work into the opera, Jaejoong had heard the rumors about a phantom but he had never believed them, until the second night he sang alone in the dark and he heard a sound. It was then; he realized the Phantom is truly not a rumor, but a reality.
A reality so intriguing that it keeps Jaejoong coming back for more, even though he doesn’t know the identity of the man.
Jaejoong stood still, his breathing the only thing that could be heard.
The silence and darkness suffocated him. So, without much further thought, Jaejoong left the opera house in haste.
The next morning, the Opera House was alive once again. The time has come. The most well awaited performance of all time was about to start.
The female lead soprano shouted at everyone who came close to her, a clear sign she was nervous.
Despite her rude behavior, the performers were full of happiness and joy.
It wasn’t until an hour later, during the very last rehearsal that something bad happened.
The backdrop fell from the ceiling and almost crushed the soloist and lead soprano. Of course after that panic ensued and the distressed woman immediately resigned from the house.
Meanwhile, due the chaotic atmosphere, everyone failed to notice a figure leaving the spot where the backdrop used to be. It was then, when envelope fell to the floor and one of the owners picked it up to read it, only to be shocked because it was a letter from the Phantom.
What was even more astonishing is the fact that the Phantom chose Jaejoong as the next lead soprano and this was not a request but an order.
After all, the Phantom contributed to the opera by making great pieces of music that are the reason that opera got so famous and all the rich people spend most of their time there.
“Jaejoong you must do this! You are our only hope.”
Everyone turned to look at the pretty man who couldn’t utter a sing word. His pale complexion was now even paler.
“I c-can’t do this, sir.” Jaejoong looked at the old man desperately. There is no way he could do this. Dreaming is different from reality and no matter how much he wants this, he is not that good.
“Yes, you can Jaejoong! I know you, I have heard you sing many times and you know the play by heart.” His best friend Yoochun pointed out and everyone nodded in agreement.
Rely on your friend to save you from a bad situation, fail.
No, no, no, Jaejoong thought.
“Come on, you can do it.” Junsu, his other friend encouraged further.
He looked at Changmin, his usually serious and logical out of them friend, only to have him nod vigorously in approval.
Jaejoong took a breath and walked at the centre of the stage (backdrop long ago removed from the floor), the feeling of déjà vu churning up his insides.
He gazed down at the orchestra and looked at the Maestro in defeat, meaning the music could start playing.
It took one minute for conductor to stop moving his hands and everyone to clap, clearly happy to have Jaejoong.
The young man blushed, not used to attention and hid his shy smile with the back of his hand.
“Congratulations, Jaejoong. You are our new lead soprano.”
That night Jaejoong sang beautifully, shining bright under the light, the gold stage making look even more gorgeous and the audience was very pleased to the least. Over ten bouquets of flowers were sent to his now private room and everyone praised him.
In an instant, Jaejoong dream came true. He was now loved by everyone and gained the well deserved attention.
Hiding in the dark once again, the Opera Ghost smirked to himself upon realizing his plan had worked and now his beloved Jaejoong was a star.
He was obsessed with his angel and he would anything for him and his happiness even if it meant killing for him.
The Phantom cackled silently. “It’s party time.”
A few days later a masquerade party ensued in the opera house. It was to celebrate the success of the opera house thanks to Jaejoong’s amazing performance.
At the party, Jaejoong left anyone in awe with his beauty. He wore a white as snow suit, but only with the jacket, without a shirt or a tie, leaving his chest open to view and white trousers to complete the angelic look. His black hair looked soft and silk and came to a contrast with the metal white mask with small diamonds on it that he had on his face.
Even though everyone wanted to be with him, they left him alone to enjoy the party. They did not want to pressure the gorgeous man with too much attention.
Jaejoong was truly happy and smiled throughout the whole evening. However, later when he was walking towards the staircase, he saw a familiar figure upstairs. His breath hitched, his doe like eyes locking with almond shaped ones in an intense eye contact.
There, up, was the Phantom of the opera in flesh. How does Jaejoong know? He doesn’t know but something in his guts tells him so. The man looked insanely handsome in his back suit and red only from the inside cape. He wore a mask the covered only half of his face, but the rest that could be seen left Jaejoong breathless.
He gulped and stared up at the Phantom who slightly smiled at him. For some reason Jaejoong wanted to escape and so he tried to. He turned around and went towards the main door fast in order to leave.
When he was about to open the door, a hand prevented him from doing so. He felt the Phantom breathing hard behind him - which means he had run so he could catch him before he left- and Jaejoong almost became one with door because the taller man was so close behind him.
Then, the Phantom grabbed his arm and dragged him all the way upstairs to somewhere private despite Jaejoong protesting behind him.
However, the latter’s idea of private did not look so appealing to Jaejoong because now he was in a really small storage room with the Phantom up against him.
“Shh…” He whispered and put his index finger to his lips, a sign indicating silence.
Jaejoong blinked twice and tried to move but no avail, no space to do so.
“I see you recognize who I am.” The Phantom said and looked down at Jaejoong, a sneaky hand coming behind the smaller male’s waist.
“Of course I do, Angel of music.” Jaejoong made sure to say Phantom’s pseudonym in a deep voice like he did.
The Phantom hummed approvingly. He bent a little bit and his mouth went close to Jaejoong’s ear.
“My name is Yunho, actually. But that is something only for you to know, my dear.” The Phantom squeezed Jaejoong’s waist warningly.
The beautiful male glared at Yunho, their faces centimeters apart.
“Why are you hiding?” Jaejoong asked both curious and confused. Why did the Phantom -Yunho- appear suddenly now?
“I have my reasons.” Yunho sounded a little annoyed.
“Tell me.” Jaejoong looked at Yunho, frowning.
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Yunho said and flicked lightly Jaejoong’s mask.
“I want to know…please.” Jaejoong somehow managed to free his hands and now used this chance to cup Yunho’s face.
“You don’t want to know.”
Jaejoong pouted, eyebrows furrowing and red lips standing out. Why Yunho was so secretive? Jaejoong wondered inside his head.
Deciding this won’t get them anywhere, the shorter man took the initiative to take Yunho’s mask off first. They did not need them anyways since they already know each other, right?
Just when he was about to take it off, Yunho’s hand stopped him, catching his wrist in an iron grip.
“No.” Yunho said harshly, but his grip slackened just a bit when he saw Jaejoong’s hurt face.
“Yunho, please, let me.” Jaejoong softly demanded.
Without thinking the consequences, Yunho let Jaejoong’s hand free and the beauty took off his mask.
When Jaejoong gasped the Phantom closed his eyes in shame.
“Satisfied now?” was Yunho’s ironic response as he looked at Jaejoong’s horrified face.
However, Jaejoong did not respond and just traced the scar that decorated the left side of Yunho’s face with his fingertips.
“Damn you! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see?!” Yunho gritted his teeth and glared at Jaejoong angrily as he grabbed both of his wrists and shook his hands.
“Damn you! Curse you!” Yunho shouted and pushed Jaejoong in his rage making the latter hit his head and back on wall behind him.
“Stop!” Jaejoong freed himself. “It is okay, I am not scared.”
Yunho’s movements momentary stopped and then he looked at his angel carefully as if trying to read his mind.
“You are not ready, yet.” That was the last thing the Phantom said as he put his mask back on and dashed out of the storage room leaving a shocked Jaejoong behind.
The next night, Jaejoong was alone in his private room and wore the same clothes he wore at the masquerade party. He received a present from the Phantom; it was a white fur and a letter inside.
Wear this fur tonight along with clothes you wore yesterday.
-Phantom of the Opera.
He smelled the red rose with a black ribbon tied around it and immediately complied with Yunho’s order.
Jaejoong closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Then he opened them again and stared at himself in the small mirror.
The candles that he had lit suddenly were blown, even though there was no wind and the smoke replaced the light in the room.
All of a sudden, light emitted from the larger and full length mirror that was behind Jaejoong, like some kind of secret passage was at the other side of it.
“Look at the mirror, my angel of music.” A deep all too familiar voice sang to him.
“I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music.” Jaejoong got up and went over to the big mirror (but there was no glass) and saw Phantom there.
Like hypnotized, he walked closer and closer.
Yunho extended his hand towards Jaejoong. They looked at each other in silence and then the gorgeous man let his hand rest on Yunho’s.
The Phantom grabbed Jaejoong’s palm gently and started pulling the latter into the secret passage with him.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho lovingly, his eyes glazed over as smiled beautifully at him.
The small path that only went straight was full of candles, them being the only source of light.
The Phantom led the way, wearing his back suit and cape along with his white mask covering half of his face. He looked back at Jaejoong, face serious and stare intense.
“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name.” Jaejoong started singing, his voice breathy.
“And do I dream again for now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.”
Jaejoong kept singing as they continued walking through the narrow path until they reached a staircase that went down, to the unknown.
“Sing once again with me, our strange duet, my power over you grows stronger yet.” It was time now for Yunho to sing, his smooth and sensual voice resonating through the building.
Jaejoong turned around to see what was happening behind him, only to find a door closed.
“And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.”
The stairs came to an end and now Jaejoong saw a small wooden boat. Yunho put the torch he had been holding with his other hand down and helped his soon-to-be lover to get on the boat.
The Phantom hoped on the boat too and used a big wooden stick in order to paddle and move through the waters.
“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear, I am the mask you wear-” Jaejoong sang, staring in awe at the place- a watery cave- that was under the opera house. It was full of candles and statues of lions.
“It's me they hear...” Yunho responded, his singing giving Jaejoong the shivers. The Phantom was truly a musical genius.
“Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my/your mind.” They both sang together, their voices blending in the most unique way.
He's there, the phantom of the opera! Beware, the phantom of the opera! Jaejoong can almost hear the screams of terror. Why everyone was so afraid of Yunho?
“In all your fantasies, you always knew, that man and mystery-”
“Were both in you…”
In front of them, big gates appeared and they were being lifted, finally revealing Yunho’s place; a place full of red curtains, mirrors, chandeliers and a big piano at the side. A queen sized bed could be seen in the distance.
“And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my/your mind.” Yunho’s deep voice became one with Jaejoong’s higher one, a combination magical to the ears.
“He's there, the Phantom of the opera.”
After a few seconds the boat came to a stop and they reached earth once again. Yunho left first and then helped Jaejoong out once again.
Holding Jaejoong’s hand and entwining their fingers together, Yunho led them towards the bed.
“Sing, my Angel of Music!” And sing Jaejoong did, his vocal abilities a godly gift.
“Sing, my Angel. Sing for me.” His notes kept getting higher and higher as they both slowly lay down on the bed.
“Sing for me. Sing, my Angel!” At this point Jaejoong was almost screaming, his voice so high pitched and beautiful he could make any soprano green with envy.
“Sing for me!” Yunho demanded, his voice lashing out like a whip.
Jaejoong let out a half scream- half moan, but it was the most beautiful high note the Phantom has ever heard. The latter panted beneath him, struggling to catch his breath since he gave out his all.
Yunho was drunk in love; he wanted to imprint this image of Jaejoong forever in his mind. Jaejoong was just a little bit sweaty, his fringe damp against his forehead, his eyes were glazed over once again, his cheeks had a pink hue and his lips were red as roses.
With his huge and gorgeous eyes, he looked up at Yunho, his chubby fingers coming to scratch his button like nose and cheeks. Yunho brought that hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers.
Jaejoong became even shyer after that. This was no Phantom, but Yunho.
Just Yunho and Jaejoong.
“Yunho, can I take off your mask now?” The pale beauty asked, unsure.
Yunho looked clearly nervous, his feelings getting conflicted deep inside of him.
“Trust me.” He pleaded softly.
“This is past the point of no return…” The handsome male looked away for a few seconds and then locked eyes with Jaejoong once again.
When, Jaejoong saw Yunho’s eyes, he saw trust in them and smiled in return. With a deep breath Jaejoong slowly took off Yunho’s mask. He almost gasped but he held it in, he did not want to scare him away again.
“You are beautiful Yunho-yah, inside-out.” Jaejoong said and caressed the small face. He used his index finger to trace from his forehead, gently touching the scar, all the way down to his strong jaw line.
“You are even more, my love.” Yunho nuzzled Jaejoong’s hand and closed his eyes, his heart finally at peace since he is accepted by someone…that special someone.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and blushed even more. “Stop it-..”
“No, let me finish…”Jaejoong simply nodded, “When I found you at the stage that night, I fell in love with your voice. I needed you for my music. Then as time passed I started to fall in love with you as a whole. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your skin, your laugh, your behavior and of course your voice, everything is perfect. I love you, Jaejoong…I love you so much.”
“Yunho…” Jaejoong’s eyes widened as he looked at the Phantom.
“It’s okay if you are not ready, I-…”
“No, no, you don’t understand Yunho! You are not just a phantom to me! When I realized someone was watching me, even though I was shy and scared, something about you assured me that you liked me…and I felt safe. Also your music is amazing and if you think you look like a monster because of that scar, and then you are wrong! You are amazing just the way you are…and I-I-…I love Yunho, not Phantom.”
For the first time in his life, Yunho actually blushed. “Jaejoong-ah…” He could not resist anymore, Yunho did not waste any more time and pecked those pouty lips.
Before he could back away however, Jaeoong’s hands were already behind his neck, holding him down in order to continue the kiss.
As the seconds passed the kiss turned more passionate and hot. Jaejoong let Yunho take control as he gripped the latter’s back desperately.
“Y-yunho.” Jaejoong whimpered when they parted away.
Silently Yunho got up from the bed and dragged Jaejoong with him. Once they were both standing up, they stared each other and said nothing more.
It was then, when Jaejoong began to sing. He hugged Yunho tightly, his fists holding the cape in a strong grip.
“Past the point of no return, no going back now, our passion play has now at last begun.”
Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s biceps and pushed the man back. He took a few steps back too and discarded his cape somewhere.
“Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question, how long should we two wait before we're one?”
As Jaejoong continued to sing, his eyes burning love and lust, him and Yunho held hands once again.
“When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” Jaejoong’s usually innocent face turned into something more seductive and wicked, his voice deeper than it had ever been before.
“Past the point of no return, the final threshold.” They both sang together, and Yunho came closer Jaejoong.
Yunho held Jaejoong’s waist tightly and the beautiful man let himself bent slightly backwards. The taller man watched as Jaejoong’s chest glistened with sweat, looking sparkly under the lights. After that, Jaejoong lifted his leg, brushing it up against Yunho’s side sensually and the latter’s hand came to softly caress Jaejoong’s thigh, gripping it a few seconds later to keep it in place.
“The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn.” Yunho pushed Jaejoong even more backwards and the shorter male’s head lolled back, making his milky white neck look all kinds of delicious.
Yunho almost succumbed to his desire, but instead he hugged Jaejoong close to him. Taking Jaejoong’s hand, he used it in order to turn the man around and now they were chest to back. Yunho held Jaejoong close to him, as he melted in his embrace.
“We've passed the point of no return...” was the last line of their beautiful duet.
The only thing that could be heard now was their breathing. Silence enveloped them, as they stayed in this position for a few minutes.
“Shall we tango on the bed now, my angel?” Yunho whispered seductively in Jaejoong’s ear, his voice dropping an octave.
Instead of responding, Jaejoong mewled quietly in his embrace, his imagination running wild feeling Yunho’s hard body against him.
“Yes…” Jaejoong said breathlessly and his hand came to touch Yunho’s face blindly since he faced the bed.
They made their way over to the bed, Yunho gently lying Jaejoong down on the mattress with black silk satin sheets.
The handsome man slowly undid Jaejoong’s white jacket and fur, exposing his gorgeous upper body. In return Jaejoong undid Yunho’s suit, his fingers trembling just a little from both excitement and nervousness. With a little difficulty, a few minutes later they managed to get completely naked. Stripped down, bare to each other’s eyes.
Jaejoong touched Yunho’s face and body carefully, every single inch of skin; taking in the latter’s characteristics to burn them into his memory, from the small eyes that bore into his soul, all the way down to his strong and well built body. Jaejoong loved the way his tanned skin came into a contrast with his own milky white one. Or the way their bodies melded together whenever they kissed. How wonderfully Yunho’s lips tasted, or how his tongue could do wonders inside his mouth, bringing him to the highest pleasures.
It was the best night of Jaejoong’s life.
Yunho drank in the image of Jaejoong’s young and pliable body. The white skin, so pure and smooth, untouched and completely untainted. The beautiful sounds Jaejoong let out whenever he touched special places was music to his ears, so pretty and angelic. Yunho wanted to mark him everywhere; he wanted to caress every expanse of skin. He wanted it all.
Yunho’s soul was soothed, upon realizing that the beauty loved him, truly. His monstrous face, an atrocity, did not stop Jaejoong from loving him. He wanted to give both Earth and Heaven to the man. If his obsession was not near crazy enough, it was now.
But it was not the bad kind of obsession; it was something else, something stronger. He had never loved anyone, so he did not know the emotion, but now…everything made sense. His so called obsession was nothing more but passionate love. Even in his blinded rage he could not stop himself from falling for the man. Jaejoong was, is and will be forever his angel.
It was the best night of Yunho’s life.
Yunho started worshiping Jaejoong’s body by leaving butterfly kisses on his flawless face. Then, he continued by leaving love bites on his milky white neck. Licking and sucking the skin, marking him as his.
Mine, mine, mine, his mind kept chanting.
Jaejoong’s moans were like broken pieces of music, an art of beautiful melody.
His face was so erotic, his body completely yielding to Yunho, and his movements were so sensual.
Jaejoong’s heart beat was so fast; he thought his heart would jump out of his chest and he was sure Yunho could feel it.
His breathing was quick as his lover continued his ministrations. Now, Yunho was kissing his chest, occasionally teasing him by licking his nipples, the pert nubs all kinds of erect, pink and pretty. His beautiful long fingers would often go down, to touch Jaejoong’s hard shaft, his own rubbing and brushing up against Jaejoong’s thigh in the most arousing way.
Jaejoong whimpered loudly when Yunho touched his cock roughly, going up and down fast, bringing him closer to the edge. However, Yunho did not stop pleasuring him just yet. His tongue now teasing a cute belly button, his right hand working magic on Jaejoong’s skin and nipples as the other was still occupied.
The gorgeous man kept panting and panting until he could have no more. He stopped Yunho and with determination he turned the tables on him.
Making sure Yunho was situated comfortably, his tanned skin glowing under the lights with sweat, his cock proud and erect, Jaejoong wasted no time and got on top of him. After finding the perfect position, Jaejoong spat on his hand and coated Yunho’s cock with a good amount of saliva.
He liked it fast and rough, even though it was his first time tasting the pleasures of sex.
They stared at each in silence for a few seconds, an intense eye contact going on between them. Jaejoong looked at Yunho from under his eyelashes, licked his lips and then bit his lower lip making it even redder than their previous rough kisses had done so.
Yunho stared at Jaejoong, his eyes hard, mouth slightly slack, while his bottom lip looked all delicious and red. Those small eyes silently demanded, an order Jaejoong would have, no, must obey. That crazy look would hunt Jaejoong forever and if he did not know any better he would think his eyes must be looking all kinds of crazy too.
Jaejoong gripped the black satin sheets, the silk teasing the inside of his palm.
Mad, Jaejoong thought. He did not know how such a relationship could so quickly progress into something so strong and passionate, but there is no going back now.
With one swift movement, Jaejoong lifted himself up and then slowly lowered down. He almost fell down from the sudden pain of the intrusion if it wasn’t for Yunho who held him back in place, his hands holding him tightly and preventing him from falling.
Knowing his lover was in pain, Yunho did not move an inch even though he wanted too. He just waited until the man on top of him was ready.
Jaejoong stopped scrunching the bed sheets and put his palms on Yunho’s chest instead. Then, without wasting any more time, he lowered himself down even more. He let out a moan of pain, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, his nose twitching from the uncomfortable pressure and intrusion. At the same time Yunho whispered words of comfort, his hands caressing Jaejoong’s thighs, waist and back.
With one final whimper from Jaejoong, Yunho was completely inside him. Somehow feeling shy, Jaejoong hid his face on Yunho’s neck, head tucked under his chin while their bodies were still intimately connected.
Yunho smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Come on, baby.”
Jaejoong pecked Yunho’s neck with a smack and sit up once again.
Like an angel of night, a sinful minx, Jaejoong began to move up down, his hands splayed on Yunho’s abs, sometimes moving a little to touch more skin while his silky black hair fell on his face as he looked down, mouth parted in a silent moan.
Yunho lifted his hips, meeting Jaejoong halfway and watched as Jaejoong’s beautiful and pink cock bobbed up down from the all the motions. He groaned and thrust up faster, loving how tight and hot Jaejoong felt around him. It was so erotic.
The pleasure was building up with each push, the actuation more aggressive every time, but still they haven’t reached the final point just yet. Ignoring Jaejoong’s protests and whimpers, he lifted the man up; his arm around the latter’s waist as he threw him down on the mattress roughly.
“Ah, a-ah, Yunho.” Jaejoong mewled when Yunho changed their position, his lover on top of him thrusting hard and fast, mercilessly hitting a spot inside of him and making him see stars behind his closed eyelids.
The stimulation became too much when Yunho lifted Jaejoong’s right leg up, giving him even more access to thrust. Jaejoong’s toes curled in pleasure, Yunho groaning in his ear, chanting his name again and again as he made love to him hard and fast just like how he wanted.
Jaejoong kept trashing under Yunho, his head moving from the left to the right fast, arms above his head, fingers gripping a random pillow.
“Ugh, Jaejoong-ah.” Yunho moaned in his ear and bit his neck, meaning he was close.
The pain and the pleasure were too much. Jaejoong whimpered in delight, the delegacy of their love making was satisfactory in every way.
The gratification was eating up their insides, both falling into the pits of a hellish and eternal love.
“I-I…ah Yunho!” That was it, the end of the line. Jaejoong was mewling so loud, chanting Yunho’s name, moaning and losing himself trying to reach his climax.
And then, Jaejoong came with a silent scream, his voice long lost from all this pleasure. His mind was completely blank, body numb from all the sensations, the contentment of his orgasm crashing down.
Yunho followed seconds later, locking eyes with Jaejoong’s which were just a bit crossed. His orgasm was so strong he had to grip Jaejoong’s thigh, leaving red marks as a proof. He panted above Jaejoong as the latter simply looked at him, a content smile on his face.
A sweet kiss was shared between them and then Yunho lay down next to Jaejoong who cuddled him right away.
Soon enough, Jaejoong’s breathing was normal and quiet indicating he was taking a nap. Yunho stayed silent as he looked up at the ceiling, enjoying every bit of this precious moment.
Yunho turned to look to his left and noticed the gold rope that was connected to the ceiling. He moved slightly away from the sleeping beauty in his arms, extended his hand and pulled the rope down.
He looked up at the ceiling for the second time, and now rose petals were falling from the ceiling, the secret mechanism he had created for a special moment like this. Since, he knows that his angel loves roses. Besides they make Jaejoong look the best.
The Phantom of the Opera looked at his right, watching as red rose petals fell on Jaejoong who was looking all kinds of angelic and delicious, under the illuminating light. The black satin sheets reached until his waist, exposing the rest of his beautiful upper body. His white skin was glowing, his black hair framed his face perfectly, and his red lips were standing out; the man looked gorgeous.
“So pretty, Jaejoong…my angel of music.”