Dangerous Beauty 8
Title: Dangerous Beauty 8
Warning: Hyun Joong
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Hyun Joongi/Jaejoong, YunJae
Summary: After Yunho leaves, Jaejoong's life as a courtesan begins...
Disclaimer: Totally based on the movie Dangerous Beauty, which is based on a book about the famous Venetian courtesan Veronica Franco... plus I don't own the boys, so really I have nothing. Heh.
Chapter 8
A hand ruffling his hair and a distinctive clink woke Jaejoong from his slumber. His body was pleasantly sore, an ache he welcomed. A smile broke on his face before he even opened his eyes.
“How was he?” a familiar voice asked.
Jaejoong just smiled wider, and opened his eyes to his cousin’s face. “Large.”
Yoochun barked out a laugh and pinched Jaejoong’s nose. “They won’t all be Yamapis. You were lucky, my love. I remember my first.” A sigh escaped Yoochun’s lips, “Quite a fat man, but gentle with me and eager to please as well…”
But Jaejoong was distracted by a shining pile of coins, lying next to him on the pillow. The gold glittered dully in the sunlight, a physical representation of the acts he committed last night. He ran his fingers through the coins in awe.
“This is a lot.” Jaejoong murmured.
“He was very pleased this morning, whistling as he walked out of here” Yoochun commented. “And he wants you again on Friday. Today, you schedule is quite full too. You have Hyun Joong, the Minister of Defense.”
But Jaejoong wasn’t listening to his cousin agiain, his mind drifted back to the conversation with the General last night. “Yamapi said that there is a concert next month, an exhibition of singers…”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “That concert is headlined by Pavarotti, the master… it’s a big event.”
Jae looked at Yoochun and smiled, an excited and hopeful look on his face. “I sang for Yamapi last night, and he said maybe I could sing as the opening act…”
Yoochun’s eyes widened in surprise. Then he laughed brilliantly and kissed his cousin in delight, his gaze drawn the glow on Jaejoong’s face. “You would be perfect.” He hugged his cousin tightly in his arms. “Absolutely perfect!”
Jaejoong joined in his laughter, and hugged his cousin back tightly. He felt a rush of something in his veins, a feeling of brightness and anticipation for tomorrow. “I feel like dancing!”
Yoochun immediately lifted him out of bed, guffawing like a fool. He twirled Jaejong around in his arms, dancing across the room. The two cousins’ laughter rang out in the morning air, greeting the sunlight and equaling its brilliance.
~~
Jaejoong dressed in blue and white, a soft color that matched the afternoon sky. His neck and wrists carried accents of silver, delicate chains that wound around his skin loosely. To match the ethereal garb, his gait was light as a feather. He walked round the Duke’s gardens with a sprightly step and a smile on his face. A small party had gathered here to enjoy the sunlight and the Duke’s renowned rose gardens.
At once a gaggle of men greeted him as he entered.
“Good afternoon,” one said to him, kissing his hand gallantly.
“Will you grace us with another rhyme?” Another asked, eyes on Jaejoong’s lips.
“Make us laugh again.” One demanded.
Jaejoong smirked, “Next time, if I am truly clever, perhaps I shall make you cry.”
“You will make me cry if you do not see me again soon,” a familiar voice growled in Jae’s ear. Yamapi. His sunburned hand clasped Jaejoong’s roughly.
“Friday?” Jaejoong asked him.
“Every Friday.” Yamapi answered. His eyes bore into Jae’s intently.
Jaejoong just gave him a slight kiss on the cheek before moving away. “The Duke wants your attention, General.”
Yamapi smirked a bit, muttering a word that sounded like tease before going to greet the Duke.
Jaejoong smiled in return and weaved through the men to look at the beautiful flowers at the edge of the garden. He still wasn’t used to the big crowds of men that seemed to always want to consume him, ravish him. Secretly, he ducked away and hid among the red-tipped bushes. He breathed in the cloying sweet smell of the roses, and let his fingers glide over the soft petals. He had always loved roses. Unbeknownst to him, a figure was watching his actions as intently as he was string at the flowers.
“Quite the group of admirers you have.”
Jaejoong froze at the sound of the voice. It was him, again.
“If you scrape any lower, you’d have mud for earrings.” The voice continued, mocking.
“Why Yunho Kim,” Jae said, a fake smile plastered in his face. “I do believe you’re jealous.”
“One can only be jealous of things one cannot have.” Yunho said, stepping a bit closer to Jaejoong. “And there is not man in Venice I cannot have.”
“I too.” Jaejoong said, brow raised. “Or did you not notice that last night?”
Yunho’s lips curved into a sad and wistful smile. “We are so alike, you and I.” he inched even closer to Jaejoong. And Jaejoong moved not an inch. “We recognize now that love is inconvenient and impossible. We must just take what pleasure we can out of the life we have.”
Jaejoong stood silently, looking Yunho directly in the eyes. His face was starting to blush, and Yunho saw a flicker of something in those pretty eyes.
“We should enjoy life, together.” Yunho continued. He reached out and traced Jae’s jaw with a gentle finger. “You as a courtesan, me as a nobleman. Let us take what little pleasure we can in each other’s arms.”
Jaejoong smiled softly, and Yunho knew he had touched the young courtesan. Now, now Jaejoong will realize that they are meant to be together, in any way possible. Yunho pressed even closer to the shorter man, and he could feel the hot breath from Jaejoong’s mouth.
A smile graced Jae’s plump lips and he leaned in to whisper something into Yunhos ear.
“I’m all booked.” Jae said, a whisper in Yunho’s ear.
A whirl of blue fabric and Yunho was left standing there, alone.
He looked in disbelief as Jaejoong walked into the crowd and found Hyun Joong, the defense Minister. Jae didn’t give him a second glance as he slipped his arm around Hyun Joong’s waist and put a chin on his shoulder. Yunho’s fist clenched involuntarily around the hilt of his sword, the grip was tight and the sword felt so ready in his palm.
I’m not giving up.
~~
His mouth is perfect, was the first thought in Jaejoong’s mind as Hyun Joong pressed him into bed. Jae sighed into the kiss, feeling the soft mouth suck his lower lip gently. His hands travelled over Hyun Joongs firm body, lightly tracing the muscles on his back. Hyun Joong’s hands did the same, his thumbs rubbing a spot on Jaejoong’s hip over and over, a soothing touch. They never stopped kissing.
Jaejoong’s hands wandered a bit lower, groping for the hard cock he could feel pressed against his thigh. A swift, tight grip made the man above him moan; rapid strokes made the moans louder. Jaejoong’s other hand tangled in Hyun Joong’s soft hair, tugging lightly. Hyun Joong was content to let Jae’s hands control the pace for a few moments; reveling in the sure strokes of the courtesan’s hands, until he was already on edge and trembling.
“Stop,” he said, husky voiced. Jae’s hand stilled on his cock. Hyun Joong pressed a gentle kiss on the tempting lips beneath his and said, “lie back and hold your knees.”
Jae obeyed, a puzzled look in his eyes. The position had him spread out lusciously, his white thighs parted so that his proud cock was on display, as well as his pink entrance. Jae felt more naked and wanton in this position than any other; like this he was simply a vessel to be fucked and used.
Hyun Joong sent him a small, mysterious smile before crawling to Jae’s feet. His usually stoic face was flushed with pleasure, mouth hungry for the flesh splayed out before him. He pressed a kiss to the sweet thighs, his tongue darted out to lick the sweat gathered on the skin. Wet patterns on the thigh, biting and nipping, the mouth laved praise all over Jae’s thighs; closer Hyun Joong came to the hard cock and clenching hole.
Jae blushed as the mouth on his legs moved towards his puckered entrance, and he muffled his moan as he felt the first touch of a tongue at his hole. Hyun Joong pressed his thighs further apart and swiped his tongue deeper into Jae’s body. Obscene sounds filled the room as Hyun Joong wetly kissed the most intimate part of Jaejoong, Jae felt the long licks and shuddered at the feeling. Jae could feel the tongue press deeper inside of him, fucking him like a cock would. In and out, in and out. Arousal spiked through him at every entrance of the wet organ in his body. Hyun Joong’s hands started to massage his thighs as well, pressing them almost painfully apart.
Jae couldn’t control the thrusting of his hips; he wanted even more. He wanted it deeper. And as if answering his unspoken plea, Hyun Joong pressed two fingers into his hole, twisting roughly.
“Ah!” Jae let out a garbled scream, hips pulsing undeniably upward. His hands clutched at the head still sucking on his flesh; and the fingers kept moving. The long digits searched inside him for that one spot that would make him see stars.
And they found it. Three fingers now, and the mouth biting at his thigh and balls. Three fingers fucking him; stroking the sweet spot inside him. His hips moved in their own rhythm, and his eyes were unable to open in the face of too much sensation.
“More, more.” Jae pleaded.
Hyun Joong was silent, eyes taking in the beautiful boy beneath him. Faster he slammed his fingers into the body, and his other hand stroked his own cock wildly. His face was tight with controlled pleasure; breath coming in uneven gasps.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Hyun Joong pressed his long cock into Jaejoong’s eager body. Loosened and covered with his kisses, the hole stretched easily against his hard insistence. Jaejoong keened in pleasure and pain at the first intrusion, but quickly accepted him. Hands grasped and pulled at his white thighs as the lovely courtesan opened his eyes and whimpered for still more.
He hunched over and slammed into Jae’s body, slapping his hips roughly onto the boy under him. His pace was primal, unrestrained and savage. Plump lips attacked his collarbone, and he could feel Jae’s mouth biting his flesh.
Soon, too soon, they reached the end together. Hyun Joong let out a moan as he pulsed hotly into the hole he had worshipped so well moments before. With arms wrapped tightly around Hyun Joong’s neck Jaejoong found tears in his eyes, and his lips had deep marks where he had bitten them.
Hyun Joong smiled, a true contented look on his face. A finger touched the tortured lip of the pretty man next to him. “Next time, scream all you want. I like it.”
Jae merely smiled, a stab of guilt in his heart. The name on his lips, the one on his mind as he shot ropes of come onto his belly, was not Hyun Joong’s.
~~~
Yay! Update. More to come soon? Hahaha.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1: Here
Chapter 1.5: Here
Interlude: Here
Chapter 2: Here
Chapter 3: Here
Chapter 4: Here
Chapter 5: Here
Chapter 6: Here
Chapter 7: Here
Warning: Hyun Joong
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Hyun Joongi/Jaejoong, YunJae
Summary: After Yunho leaves, Jaejoong's life as a courtesan begins...
Disclaimer: Totally based on the movie Dangerous Beauty, which is based on a book about the famous Venetian courtesan Veronica Franco... plus I don't own the boys, so really I have nothing. Heh.
Chapter 8
A hand ruffling his hair and a distinctive clink woke Jaejoong from his slumber. His body was pleasantly sore, an ache he welcomed. A smile broke on his face before he even opened his eyes.
“How was he?” a familiar voice asked.
Jaejoong just smiled wider, and opened his eyes to his cousin’s face. “Large.”
Yoochun barked out a laugh and pinched Jaejoong’s nose. “They won’t all be Yamapis. You were lucky, my love. I remember my first.” A sigh escaped Yoochun’s lips, “Quite a fat man, but gentle with me and eager to please as well…”
But Jaejoong was distracted by a shining pile of coins, lying next to him on the pillow. The gold glittered dully in the sunlight, a physical representation of the acts he committed last night. He ran his fingers through the coins in awe.
“This is a lot.” Jaejoong murmured.
“He was very pleased this morning, whistling as he walked out of here” Yoochun commented. “And he wants you again on Friday. Today, you schedule is quite full too. You have Hyun Joong, the Minister of Defense.”
But Jaejoong wasn’t listening to his cousin agiain, his mind drifted back to the conversation with the General last night. “Yamapi said that there is a concert next month, an exhibition of singers…”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “That concert is headlined by Pavarotti, the master… it’s a big event.”
Jae looked at Yoochun and smiled, an excited and hopeful look on his face. “I sang for Yamapi last night, and he said maybe I could sing as the opening act…”
Yoochun’s eyes widened in surprise. Then he laughed brilliantly and kissed his cousin in delight, his gaze drawn the glow on Jaejoong’s face. “You would be perfect.” He hugged his cousin tightly in his arms. “Absolutely perfect!”
Jaejoong joined in his laughter, and hugged his cousin back tightly. He felt a rush of something in his veins, a feeling of brightness and anticipation for tomorrow. “I feel like dancing!”
Yoochun immediately lifted him out of bed, guffawing like a fool. He twirled Jaejong around in his arms, dancing across the room. The two cousins’ laughter rang out in the morning air, greeting the sunlight and equaling its brilliance.
~~
Jaejoong dressed in blue and white, a soft color that matched the afternoon sky. His neck and wrists carried accents of silver, delicate chains that wound around his skin loosely. To match the ethereal garb, his gait was light as a feather. He walked round the Duke’s gardens with a sprightly step and a smile on his face. A small party had gathered here to enjoy the sunlight and the Duke’s renowned rose gardens.
At once a gaggle of men greeted him as he entered.
“Good afternoon,” one said to him, kissing his hand gallantly.
“Will you grace us with another rhyme?” Another asked, eyes on Jaejoong’s lips.
“Make us laugh again.” One demanded.
Jaejoong smirked, “Next time, if I am truly clever, perhaps I shall make you cry.”
“You will make me cry if you do not see me again soon,” a familiar voice growled in Jae’s ear. Yamapi. His sunburned hand clasped Jaejoong’s roughly.
“Friday?” Jaejoong asked him.
“Every Friday.” Yamapi answered. His eyes bore into Jae’s intently.
Jaejoong just gave him a slight kiss on the cheek before moving away. “The Duke wants your attention, General.”
Yamapi smirked a bit, muttering a word that sounded like tease before going to greet the Duke.
Jaejoong smiled in return and weaved through the men to look at the beautiful flowers at the edge of the garden. He still wasn’t used to the big crowds of men that seemed to always want to consume him, ravish him. Secretly, he ducked away and hid among the red-tipped bushes. He breathed in the cloying sweet smell of the roses, and let his fingers glide over the soft petals. He had always loved roses. Unbeknownst to him, a figure was watching his actions as intently as he was string at the flowers.
“Quite the group of admirers you have.”
Jaejoong froze at the sound of the voice. It was him, again.
“If you scrape any lower, you’d have mud for earrings.” The voice continued, mocking.
“Why Yunho Kim,” Jae said, a fake smile plastered in his face. “I do believe you’re jealous.”
“One can only be jealous of things one cannot have.” Yunho said, stepping a bit closer to Jaejoong. “And there is not man in Venice I cannot have.”
“I too.” Jaejoong said, brow raised. “Or did you not notice that last night?”
Yunho’s lips curved into a sad and wistful smile. “We are so alike, you and I.” he inched even closer to Jaejoong. And Jaejoong moved not an inch. “We recognize now that love is inconvenient and impossible. We must just take what pleasure we can out of the life we have.”
Jaejoong stood silently, looking Yunho directly in the eyes. His face was starting to blush, and Yunho saw a flicker of something in those pretty eyes.
“We should enjoy life, together.” Yunho continued. He reached out and traced Jae’s jaw with a gentle finger. “You as a courtesan, me as a nobleman. Let us take what little pleasure we can in each other’s arms.”
Jaejoong smiled softly, and Yunho knew he had touched the young courtesan. Now, now Jaejoong will realize that they are meant to be together, in any way possible. Yunho pressed even closer to the shorter man, and he could feel the hot breath from Jaejoong’s mouth.
A smile graced Jae’s plump lips and he leaned in to whisper something into Yunhos ear.
“I’m all booked.” Jae said, a whisper in Yunho’s ear.
A whirl of blue fabric and Yunho was left standing there, alone.
He looked in disbelief as Jaejoong walked into the crowd and found Hyun Joong, the defense Minister. Jae didn’t give him a second glance as he slipped his arm around Hyun Joong’s waist and put a chin on his shoulder. Yunho’s fist clenched involuntarily around the hilt of his sword, the grip was tight and the sword felt so ready in his palm.
I’m not giving up.
~~
His mouth is perfect, was the first thought in Jaejoong’s mind as Hyun Joong pressed him into bed. Jae sighed into the kiss, feeling the soft mouth suck his lower lip gently. His hands travelled over Hyun Joongs firm body, lightly tracing the muscles on his back. Hyun Joong’s hands did the same, his thumbs rubbing a spot on Jaejoong’s hip over and over, a soothing touch. They never stopped kissing.
Jaejoong’s hands wandered a bit lower, groping for the hard cock he could feel pressed against his thigh. A swift, tight grip made the man above him moan; rapid strokes made the moans louder. Jaejoong’s other hand tangled in Hyun Joong’s soft hair, tugging lightly. Hyun Joong was content to let Jae’s hands control the pace for a few moments; reveling in the sure strokes of the courtesan’s hands, until he was already on edge and trembling.
“Stop,” he said, husky voiced. Jae’s hand stilled on his cock. Hyun Joong pressed a gentle kiss on the tempting lips beneath his and said, “lie back and hold your knees.”
Jae obeyed, a puzzled look in his eyes. The position had him spread out lusciously, his white thighs parted so that his proud cock was on display, as well as his pink entrance. Jae felt more naked and wanton in this position than any other; like this he was simply a vessel to be fucked and used.
Hyun Joong sent him a small, mysterious smile before crawling to Jae’s feet. His usually stoic face was flushed with pleasure, mouth hungry for the flesh splayed out before him. He pressed a kiss to the sweet thighs, his tongue darted out to lick the sweat gathered on the skin. Wet patterns on the thigh, biting and nipping, the mouth laved praise all over Jae’s thighs; closer Hyun Joong came to the hard cock and clenching hole.
Jae blushed as the mouth on his legs moved towards his puckered entrance, and he muffled his moan as he felt the first touch of a tongue at his hole. Hyun Joong pressed his thighs further apart and swiped his tongue deeper into Jae’s body. Obscene sounds filled the room as Hyun Joong wetly kissed the most intimate part of Jaejoong, Jae felt the long licks and shuddered at the feeling. Jae could feel the tongue press deeper inside of him, fucking him like a cock would. In and out, in and out. Arousal spiked through him at every entrance of the wet organ in his body. Hyun Joong’s hands started to massage his thighs as well, pressing them almost painfully apart.
Jae couldn’t control the thrusting of his hips; he wanted even more. He wanted it deeper. And as if answering his unspoken plea, Hyun Joong pressed two fingers into his hole, twisting roughly.
“Ah!” Jae let out a garbled scream, hips pulsing undeniably upward. His hands clutched at the head still sucking on his flesh; and the fingers kept moving. The long digits searched inside him for that one spot that would make him see stars.
And they found it. Three fingers now, and the mouth biting at his thigh and balls. Three fingers fucking him; stroking the sweet spot inside him. His hips moved in their own rhythm, and his eyes were unable to open in the face of too much sensation.
“More, more.” Jae pleaded.
Hyun Joong was silent, eyes taking in the beautiful boy beneath him. Faster he slammed his fingers into the body, and his other hand stroked his own cock wildly. His face was tight with controlled pleasure; breath coming in uneven gasps.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Hyun Joong pressed his long cock into Jaejoong’s eager body. Loosened and covered with his kisses, the hole stretched easily against his hard insistence. Jaejoong keened in pleasure and pain at the first intrusion, but quickly accepted him. Hands grasped and pulled at his white thighs as the lovely courtesan opened his eyes and whimpered for still more.
He hunched over and slammed into Jae’s body, slapping his hips roughly onto the boy under him. His pace was primal, unrestrained and savage. Plump lips attacked his collarbone, and he could feel Jae’s mouth biting his flesh.
Soon, too soon, they reached the end together. Hyun Joong let out a moan as he pulsed hotly into the hole he had worshipped so well moments before. With arms wrapped tightly around Hyun Joong’s neck Jaejoong found tears in his eyes, and his lips had deep marks where he had bitten them.
Hyun Joong smiled, a true contented look on his face. A finger touched the tortured lip of the pretty man next to him. “Next time, scream all you want. I like it.”
Jae merely smiled, a stab of guilt in his heart. The name on his lips, the one on his mind as he shot ropes of come onto his belly, was not Hyun Joong’s.
~~~
Yay! Update. More to come soon? Hahaha.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1: Here
Chapter 1.5: Here
Interlude: Here
Chapter 2: Here
Chapter 3: Here
Chapter 4: Here
Chapter 5: Here
Chapter 6: Here
Chapter 7: Here