Respect (2.c, NC-17)
Title: Respect (2.c)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: DBSK with Suju
Pairings:Jaexmany (e.g Jaeho, Jaemin), Kihae, Shihan
Summary: Part 2.c of the Office series, following Caramel Cappucino. Things go bump in the night.
A/N: Thanks to all those who commented on the previous chapter, please enjoy this new one! Congrats to Suju for winning the Korean MTV Asia Award and their excellent performance! If only I could watch it again (and actually get a chance to talk to them).
Jaejoong stared. Changmin stared heatedly back. Jaejoong tried to kick Changmin. Changmin squeezed tighter. Jaejoong almost had an orgasm right there.
“Get off me you rapist!” hissed Jaejoong, bucking his hips up and down.
Changmin smiled lazily as his hand stroked softly, fingers skimming over skin; his eyes taking in Jaejoong’s hips, every movement closely followed.
“I told you Jaejoong-sshi, it’s not rape if the other party wants it. Which you do.”
Jaejoong felt like screaming (not from an orgasm! Definitely not! He could not feel anything! Numb! Numb!) and clawing at the man straddling him. His wrist were aching from the handcuffs; he just knew he was going to get bruises tomorrow.
“What part of GET OFF ME do you not understand?! Do I need to talk baby-talk to get it through to you?”
Changmin raised an eyebrow and leaned so their chests were touching.
“You don’t have to say anything at all.”
Jaejoong clenched his fists as Changmin licked a slow trail up his chest, one hand playing with his nipples, alternating between them whilst the other continued to stroke. As he licked, Changmin bit down, sucking and teasing, spots of red marking Jaejoong’s fair skin. Jaejoong groaned as he strained against the cuffs.
“Take these cuffs off now and then we’ll see what happens!”
Changmin ignored him apart from the fact his hand had now closed over the tip of Jaejoong’s member, one finger playing with the slit. Jaejoong bit his mouth as his member strained against his pants, Changmin’s hand making his mind go cloudy. Then a hand was cupping his head, pushing it up to meet Changmin in a fierce kiss; a tongue slipping through his mouth, probing inside his, moaning into him. Jaejoong let out a guttural moan and arched forwards, crying out as his wrists pulled against the hard metal. Changmin had gotten rid of his shirt which now lay by the side, forgotten on top of a pile of costumes.
“Jaejoong-sshi, sing for me.”
Changmin kissed the side of his neck and pumped his member maddeningly slowly, playing with the pre-cum, streaking it on his member and on his clothes.
“Uunnn,” was all Jaejoong managed to get out despite the fact that he’d been trying to say “Fuck off you disrespectful sex maniac!”
“Sing,” repeated Changmin, voice low and husky; lips ghosting over his neck, down, down, down to his nipple. His tongue circled the bud, flicking out to touch it and Jaejoong rocked his hips against the rhythm of his hand. Jaejoong felt his zipper come undone and his jeans were pushed down to his knees, rendering movement below them useless; Changmin’s added weight no help. Changmin had sped up his ministrations on his member and rubbed their hips together, the friction between the clothes unbearable; the fact he was still fully clothed whilst Jaejoong was trapped in a state of such disarray outrageous to Jaejoong’s mind.
Yunho it said, Think of Yunho.
Yunho got us into this mess, said the other part. He hasn’t made time for ages and I need sex and I need it now! Besides, a little kinky shit is always good. Plus it’ll help for expressions next time!
Begone you foul spewer of sin! Cried the first part.
Fuck off Si Won mini-me replied the second.
As the two part of his mind battled it out, Changmin was in the process of grinding him past sanity whilst kissing Jaejoong, raw and unashamed. He slid his body down, pulling down his boxers, letting them join the jeans; watching with darkened eyes as Jaejoong’s member came into view, hard and dripping with pre-cum.
“So eager yet so full of denial.”
“I-arrgh!”
Changmin’s hot mouth enveloped the top of his member whilst his hands stroked and played with his balls; Jaejoong’s mind becoming a lust filled mess as the second part of his mind won. Changmin hummed as his licked the pre-cum, trailing a finger coated with it up and down Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Sing,” he commanded once again, pausing to stare up at Jaejoong who glared weakly back.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to give the brunet a (rather rude) piece of his mind (or what was left of it) but the words disappeared as Changmin deep-throated him suddenly, bobbing up and down. His body shuddered as Jaejoong screamed, his wrists red and sore as he strained against the bindings, Changmin’s hands holding his waist down.
“Good.” Changmin licked his lips and watched as Jaejoong panted, staring at him with equally dark eyes.
“Release me.” It wasn’t an order, it was a plea. Changmin happily complied, taking his time to unlock the first wrist with one hand, making sure Jaejoong was pinned beneath him, the other hand keeping his member busy. His hand free, Jaejoong grabbed the back of Changmin’s head and smashed their lips together, moaning as Changmin did something with his tongue. The handcuffs fell off with a clink and Jaejoong’s hand snaked it’s way beneath Changmin’s shirt, clawing at his back. Changmin pulled off his jeans and boxers, leaving Jaejoong completely naked. The rush of cold air hit him like a wall, his body freezing at the sudden change in temperature as Changmin pulled back. Jaejoong looked questioningly at Changmin, who moved quickly and flipped Jaejoong so he was on his knees, kneeling on a pile of animal costumes. A hand slipped between his legs as Changmin rocked back and forth against his naked body, the other hand playing with his nipples, pinching them so Jaejoong let out a cry that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
Jaejoong almost crumpled when he felt a tongue enter him, probing, searching; then a finger. The tongue pulled out and the finger continued to move inside him, Jaejoong pushing himself back onto it eagerly. A second finger entered and Jaejoong turned to look at Changmin who stared right back at him, a knowing smile on his face.
“This is why you’ll never top.”
Two more fingers entered and stretched his opening, Jaejoong crying into the costumes. Changmin paused for a second, before ramming into Jaejoong, hard cock taking the place of his fingers. Pleasure coursed through Jaejoong’s mind as Changmin thrusted in and out, hard and raw inside him, but pain soon took over as Changmin’s size and the lack of lube became apparent. Jaejoong bit his lip, fists clenching the soft material below as he felt his skin burn. Changmin stopped his movements as he felt Jaejoong tense beneath him, pulling out and turning Jaejoong so he faced him.
“Say if I’m hurting you next time. Do you still want to go on?”
Jaejoong nodded, reaching out to kiss Changmin desperately, their members rubbing together as Changmin cupped Jaejoong’s bottom and pulled him into his lap.
“I don’t have any”
Jaejoong silenced him by sucking the other’s cock like a lollipop, staring up lustfully at Changmin whilst he did, head bobbing back and forth, eyes wide and innocent. Changmin let out a growl, pulling at Jaejoong’s hair, fingers scraping his scalp and threading through the soft strands. He thrusted in and Jaejoong fought to control his gag-reflex, taking in as much as he could, enjoying the taste that filled his mouth. Changmin was bigger than Yunho in size and length-Just as he’s taller and so much more cocky said his mind snarkily (Oh God, he was starting to sound like Changmin). Changmin pulled out and looked at Jaejoong, eyes searching. He wouldn’t do anything unless Jaejoong allowed it (Consensual rape eh? Remarked his annoying Changmin sounding mind-He’d almost rather have Si Won back) and Jaejoong replied by pushing himself down on his member, hands gripping the taller man’s shoulders for support as his muscles clenched around it.
“Jaejoong….God,” moaned Changmin and Jaejoong rocked his hips as Changmin began to fuck him, one hand holding his waist, the other playing with his member. He started to thrust slowly, like they had all the time in the world, the fake fur soft and silky against his skin whilst Changmin’s tongue was rough and hot on his chest; his hand playing with Jaejoong’s slit once again, streaking pre-cum on the inside of his thighs. Changmin pushed Jaejoong down and they both cried out as Jaejoong tightened around his full length, sweat forming a thin sheet over them as they moved with each other. Changmin picked Jaejoong up and walked, hands supporting and moving Jaejoong up and down; the extra movement coupled with him walking intensifying the pleasure; pinning him against the wall as he sped up his thrusts. Jaejoong screamed with each thrust as Changmin pumped, mouth busy against Jaejoong’s nipples, biting and sucking. Jaejoong’s hands clawed against Changmin’s back, red lines forming and he shivered, sucking harder on the blond’s nipples. The thump of bodies against the wall was the only sound in the room, Jaejoong gasping as he felt himself near to release. Miley Cyrus (He was really starting to hate her and Han Kyung) flared to life as a light came out of his jeans, his phone vibrating. Changmin gave a half hearted glare at it but reached over anyway, smirking as he noted the caller and handed it to Jaejoong who tried to push it away. Changmin pushed it into his hands as he thrust up, Jaejoong grunting as he clicked the phone.
“Jae? You there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” replied Jaejoong, muffling his moan in Changmin’s neck.
“Are you ok? You sound funny?” Yunho sounded worried. A pang of guilt hit Jaejoong but Changmin erased it by biting viciously on a nipple. Jaejoong couldn’t conceal the moan that came out, glaring at Changmin who smiled against his nipple and fingered his slit, mouthing answer against the hardened bud. Jaejoong retaliated by squeezing one of his nipples, taking in Changmin’s pained expression gleefully.
“I just fell, I’m fine.”
Changmin scoffed and pounded him against the wall, Jaejoong’s member throbbing beneath his warm hand.
“Ok. My friend has left so if you’re still in the office I could come and see you.”
“NO!” screamed Jaejoong as Changmin licked his slit.
“….Are you ok? Are you mad at me? I’ll make it up to you Boo, I promise. You don’t have to continue modeling if you don’t want to?”
“NO!” screamed Jaejoong as Changmin sucked him greedily. “NO! NO! NO! I’m FINE!”
“Jaejoong? You’re mad aren’t you? I’m coming now.”
“NO!” yelled Jaejoong and screamed again as the line went dead. Changmin looked nonchalantly at the phone he was currently holding, turned it off and threw it to the side.
“Changmin! Yunho’s uuuh! Coming!”
“Him or you?” Changmin’s mouth was so close to his ear, hot breath, cologne invading his nose, tongue caressing his ear lobe. Jaejoong growled and pushed downwards, hands raking through the other’s hair.
Changmin gave a final thrust so he was buried up to the hilt, Jaejoong screaming loud and careless as he came on both their stomach’s, Changmin’s body pushing his against the wall, teeth clamping down on his neck.
Dong Hae gulped as he looked at the darkened corridor ahead of him, eyes flickering nervously from side to side. The whole department looked deserted, the building itself almost empty apart from the few who were working towards deadlines or were filming and recording in the studios next door. He hoped Hee Chul had been joking when he’d told Dong Hae about the dead girl who’d been attacked and had everything in her body sucked out by an alien, leaving only skin and bone and the word “Yum”. Surely he’d been joking right?
“Where is he?” muttered Dong Hae, creeping down the hall. “Why does he work so late?”
He moved further down towards the modeling department, passing by the studio where Jaejoong had done his first shoot. He heard a faint scream and a thump somewhere in the distance, soft but audible. His body froze as the thumps continued, the screaming getting louder.
“Oh my God, Hee Chul wasn’t lying!” he whispered to himself, pressing against the wall for comfort. He peeked around the corner, heart pounding against his chest. The thumps were increasing in number as were the screams.
“Oh God, Oh God OhGodOhGodOhGod”
“Yes?”
Dong Hae squealed and leapt ten feet into the air, spinning around to see an amused Ki Bum staring at him. Gaping at the other man, he gestured wildly. Ki Bum flashed his megawatt smile and Dong Hae stopped.
“What are you doing here at this time of night?”
“I’m… err…”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The scream echoed all the way down the corridor to where they stood. Dong Hae screamed and grabbed Ki Bum’s hand, sprinting back down the way he’d come, Ki Bum confused and stumbling behind him. As they entered the main entrance Dong Hae just managed to avoid Han Kyung who yelped and clutched his cactus protectively to his chest (and winced from the pain soon after), Ki Bum flashing that megawatt smile once again at a very confused Choi Si Won who’d come in from next door.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THE ALIIIENSS! TIN HAT! TIN HAT!” screamed Dong Hae as he (and Ki Bum) disappeared out of the building.
Han Kyung blinked and shook his head.
“Pardon me, but what just happened?”
That low, sexy voice, the voice of all his dreams, the hero in his all his nightmares (always naked, always best), his favourite idol. Choi Si Won was staring at him looking adorably perplexed and Han Kyung wanted to coo and cook him some Beijing fried rice.
“And aren’t you in pain from that cactus?”
Han Kyung’s daydream (him riding a certain horse) was broken as he glanced down to see the needles still stuck in his skin, then glanced up to see Si Won looking as if he was mad. He quickly pulled the cactus away (and out) from him, pushing it into Si Won’s arms.
“I’m fine fine fine, acupuncture is always good, traditional Chinese medicine good, very good, here, you, cactus, mine, yours, ours, bye!”
With that Han Kyung was gone, leaving a shocked Choi Si Won and his beloved cactus (complete with sombrero hat) behind.
Back in the costume room, Jaejoong and Changmin lay panting next to each other, Jaejoong curled up against Changmin, head beneath his chin, Changmin’s full length still in him, seed hot and sticky inside of him, trailing down his legs. Changmin stroked Jaejoong’s collarbone, surprisingly gently and tender, kissing him softly where he’d bitten. Jaejoong mewled and snuggled closer, his limp member rubbing against Changmin’s belly. He felt Changmin’s member twitch inside, a familiar coil wrapping itself in his stomach. Changmin smirked his infuriating, cocky sex on legs, smirk and drummed his fingers against Jaejoong’s cock, which stirred and bgean to harden. Jaejoong pulled his head down, pushing his tongue into Changmin’s mouth, reveling in the feel of it, the smell of sex evident in the room.
“Jaejoong? You here?”
The familiar voice broke his state of bliss and he looked over Changmin’s shoulder to see the door open and Yunho walk in.
A/N: And here ends Chapter 2.c. Comments are love!