The Birthday Present 2/2

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae
iii. genre: romance, humor, fluff
iv. length: double-shot
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: It's Jaejoong's birthday and his friends just want the best for him.



plan executed

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This is seriously getting more and more irritating. Get this thing off me.” Jaejoong thundered, struggling to get his hands free from twin strong grips on both his arms. When they had arrived at the fifteenth floor of the hotel with lots and lots of growling and grunting on his part, his world suddenly turned black. He immediately realized that he got blindfolded.

“Stop resisting hyung. We’re doing this for you. I swear, once you’re done banging that chick, you’ll feel a whole lot better.”

Jaejoong’s growl only intensified. “You say one more word and I am disowning you. You hear me?”

Seunghyun snickered at him.

“Look! Keita’s coming this way.” Yoochun said as he saw his Japanese friend turn around the corner.

“Hey guys.” Keita greeted once he arrived in front of them. Several grins were given to him as a response. Turning his gaze to the blindfolded young man, his own grin resembled that of a Cheshire cat. “Hey birthday boy, it’s good to see you again.”

“Don’t talk to me.” Jaejoong replied, the side of his mouth curving into a sneer. “You and your stupid ideas.”

“Ouch. And here I thought you’d appreciate the surprise.” Keita responded, covering a hand to his mouth, trying his best to keep his giggles from escaping. “Don’t worry she’s really good. Come on, learn to have fun on your birthday man and try to forget Yunho even for just one night.”

At the mention of Yunho's name, Jaejoong tensed, body suddenly sagging against his friends hold.

Panic washed over the five young man’s faces. “Not exactly the best time to remind him of that Keita.”

“I’m sorry Yoochun. I wasn’t thinking.” Keita apologized, biting at his lip from the stupid remark. “Anyway, let’s get him inside.”

Jaejoong sagged further, nearly dropping to the floor in sinking realization that his friends were really planning to push through their stupid ideas. Tears began to sting his pair of onyx orbs once more. How could he cheat on Yunho? He’d rather die than do anything that could hurt him.

**

Yoochun and Junsu pointedly stared at their hyung, eyes raking up and down his frame as he stood there by the bed with his tight nurse attire on. “Shut your mouth before flies get in.” Yunho murmured, a smile curving at the corner of his lips.

Junsu was the first to recover. “Hyung.” He blinked and instantly rushed to Yunho’s open arms. “It’s really you.”

“Of course it’s me.” Yunho’s face scrunched up in mortification, reminded of his current get up. “In here... somewhere.”

Extracting himself from the hug, Junsu grinned widely at him. “You look good... considering...”

“I swear I’m going to skin Keita alive.” Yunho interrupted, scowling. Gaze flickering to Yoochun’s still shell-shocked expression, Yunho rolled his eyes and gestured for his other dongsaeng. “C’mere Chun. Where’s my hug? And wipe that drool off your face.”

Yoochun blinked. “Huh?” The back of his hand reflexively made contact with his mouth to wipe at the supposed drool. When he realized that he was being had, he glared, but there was a quickly spreading smile on his face. “Yah, who says I was drooling.”

Junsu snickered while Yunho smirked. “I’m just messing with you.” Yunho said, quickly finding himself an armful of Yoochun.

“Jaejoong-hyung’s gonna go nuts when he sees you in this get up.” Yoochun gently pulled away from the embrace and began to run his fingers along Yunho's long strands of hair. “Wow, hyung. It’s almost unreal being able to feel and see you again.”

“If only Changmin ah was here then it would have been perfect.” Junsu expressed, eyes turning dull at the reminder of his absence.

Keita did say a while ago that he would continue to try and get a hold of their maknae. “He’ll be here.” Yoochun said staying positive.

“I’m sure Changmin will find a way.” Yunho coaxed, ruffling his dongsaeng-deul’s heads. Then in a softer tone, he asked. “Where is Jaejoong?”

Yoochun and Junsu watched as Yunho’s facial expression quickly changed into a look of longing. “He’s outside. He’ll be here in a few minutes once he calms down.” Yoochun informed, a gentle look settling into his eyes. “He refuses to see the ‘nurse’ and he kept yelling at us about how he would never go with anyone that wasn’t you. He still loves you so much hyung.”

His Jaejoongie was just on the other side. Yunho’s eyes flickered to the closed door, tears almost instantly blurring his vision.

“We have to go.” Junsu declared, gaze on his watch. Yoochun nodded at him in agreement. Turning to Yunho, all three were encased again in an embrace. “It was really nice seeing you again hyung. I hope we get to talk more in the morning.”

“Yeah, me too.” Yunho replied. "It's really good to see you guys again."

Yoochun held him tighter, then snickered. “Just please make sure that Jaejoong-hyung can still walk in the morning once you’re done eating each other.” Yoochun yelped almost instantly when Yunho playfully pinched him in the side.

Ah, Yoochun, always the number one YunJae fanboy. Junsu giggled at his Yoochunie's fanboy behavior. After one last embrace and trading warm, bright smiles, Yoochun and Junsu exited the room.

**

“Keep him entertained all night, sugar.” Keita playfully ordered, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I know what to do.” Yunho hissed silently at the guy standing in front of him. “Did you guys really have to cuff him to the bed?”

“Don’t tell me, this isn’t turning you on?” Keita fake gasped. “He’s like… completely at your mercy.”

Yunho glared at the stare that Keita was directing Jaejoong’s way from the bathroom door.

Noticing the hostile reaction, Keita rolled his eyes. “Dude, seriously, you have to stop with the jealousy because there’s just no way we’re- ughh, I have my Ryohei, thank you very much.”

Yunho tilted his head to the side as if studying the man, weighing how true his words were. “Make sure you don’t get any ideas.”

”We’re friends and that’s about it. Geez.” Keita sighed, then asked again. “But seriously man, this isn’t turning you on?”

“He looks uncomfortable and very… stressed.” Yunho voiced out in concern as he watched Jaejoong try to yank his hands off the cuffs that imprisoned his wrists.

Jaejoong moaned and growled loudly in exasperation as he trashed and turned on the bed. "Ahh, I can't take this anymore! Let me go." he pleaded in between ragged breaths. "I'm begging you please."

Without realizing it, Jaejoong still managed to sound so fucking sexy despite the predicament he was in. Yunho's cock in particular got very happy with the noises his lover made.

Hot damn, Yunho was definitely getting turned on.

Keita accidentally looked down and woah, Yunho junior just sprang to life. “Dude, watch where you aim that thing.”

Realizing that Keita’s eyes were glued to his crotch, Yunho’s hands instantly covered his jewels. Dammit! Why did he even listen to the guy’s stupid idea of not wearing anything underneath the skirt? Then again, it was more… accessible that way.

“Bite me.” was Yunho’s immediate retort as he scowled.

Keita retaliated, smirking. “Like I said, that’s Jaejoong’s job.” Yunho whacked him in the head. “Ow, damn fucking sadist.”

"Out." Yunho hissed as he began to forcibly push Keita towards the door to which the other man pouted at him in return. "I believe I have a service to give the celebrant." Yunho pointed out the same time Keita's body slipped through the gap.

Once the annoying man was outside, Yunho clicked the locks shut. Turning around, his gaze feasted on Jaejoong's thrashing frame. Gripping the key to the handcuffs that were holding Jaejoong to the bedpost, Yunho slowly approached the man that owned his heart.

**

Jaejoong continued to relentlessly pull at the cuffs on his wrists. His arms were starting to get painful from all the yanking. Dammit! As soon as he was able to get these blasted things off, he was definitely going to chase the others with a butcher knife.

Suddenly, Jaejoong felt the bed dip from an added weight.

Oh fuck! Jaejoong thought in panic when he felt a body straddle at his hips. Wandering hands landed on his chest then effectively roamed lower towards his groin. Jaejoong squirmed against the touch. But he knew that he couldn’t just kick the woman that his friends hired. He was still a gentleman after all.

However, the next thing that happened nearly made him nearly kick the woman off for real. ‘Watch where you’re touching! That’s only for Jung Yunho’s personal use!’ Jaejoong wanted to yell in frustration when he felt those hands wander near his length. Fortunately, he was able hold himself back. It wouldn’t do him and Yunho any good if some stranger knew the truth about them.

Jaejoong began to feel the familiar stinging feel of tears in his eyes. ‘Yun, I’m sorry I’m sorry. I'm sorry.’ he brokenly and silently murmured.

Yunho's fingers froze mid-touch. Hearing his name leave Jaejoong’s mouth, practically left him struggling to get the needed oxygen back into his lungs. It seemed like ages ago since he had last heard his name being uttered past those lips. Yunho felt his eyes water. God! He missed him so much.

The young man's gaze fell on Jaejoong’s quivering bottom lip, his heart breaking when he heard Jaejoong’s hoarse, shuddering intake of breaths. Reaching out a hand to Jaejoong’s blindfolded eyes, Yunho felt wetness. ‘You’re crying.’ Yunho's tears began to stream down his face at the revelation.

“My friends were the one that wanted to do this. I don’t know what they were thinking or why they even thought that this would do me any good ‘cause it won’t. I don’t want this. I don’t want to hurt the person I love. This is... please, just stop."

Yunho brought a hand to his mouth, fighting his own choked sobs that threatened to escape, his tears falling into Jaejoong’s clothed chest. ‘He wouldn’t stand for anyone touching him. He’s apologizing thinking that this would hurt me.'

“I don’t want this." Jaejoong begged, breaking down into a sob. “Please, just let me go.” He didn’t give a shit about what the woman might think of him as he cried. He wanted to go home. He would never, willingly do anything to hurt Yunho.

“Jaejoongie.” Yunho couldn’t bear seeing him like this. “I’m here.”

Jaejoong’s breath hitched, body tensing and head snapping towards the source of the voice.

Did he just..? All too suddenly, he felt a pair of hands close around his head followed by a gentle tugging at the binds of the blindfold. The piece of cloth loosened and came off. Jaejoong shook his head and blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of his surroundings.

When Jaejoong looked up - he froze.

“Hey.” Yunho was smiling down at him, a hand caressing at his cheek, eyes shining with tears.

Time seemed to stop and Jaejoong was left staring.

It didn’t register to Jaejoong that Yunho was in any kind of crazy outfit, nor the fact that he had long hair. Jaejoong's gaze was solely focus on the other man’s almond orbs. His Yunho. His Yunho was right in front of him.

It was really his Yunho, wasn’t it?

As if sensing his thoughts, Yunho’s smile grew. He leaned down and gave Jaejoong’s lips a gentle kiss. “It’s really me.”

“Yunho.” In a heartbeat, the floodgates opened as tears began to stream down Jaejoong’s face. He sobbed, feeling the light tingling sensation on his mouth from Yunho's kiss. “It’s you.” Yunho’s lips were on him once more as he kissed him with passion and love and Jaejoong was never more sure that it was indeed his Yunho. “If this is a dream, I never want it to end.” he softly murmured when Yunho lifted his head and gazed into his eyes.

“Yah." Another smile curved the corner of Yunho's lips. "You normally dream of me in a perverted nurse outfit?” he added, a hint of playfulness in his voice. Yunho wiped at his tears then at Jaejoong’s tears, a light chuckle escaping him, before directing Jaejoong with another heart-melting smile.

It was only after Yunho mentioned the nurse outfit did the other man noticed it's presence.

Jaejoong's eyes considerably widened. “You’re...”

“Dressed up as a nurse.” Yunho shrugged. “A perverted nurse at that.” he expounded, before palming Jaejoong’s face in his hand as he began to shower him with kisses. “I missed you. I missed you so much that I thought I was going to die.”

A smile made out of complete happiness spread across Jaejoong’s face, his heart jumping in joy at the realization that Yunho was indeed there and that he wasn’t just imagining him. Yunho’s kisses, his touches, the body that sat on top of him all felt real.

“Yunho.” Jaejoong wanted more than ever to trap him in an embrace and never let him go. He reached for him, but the cuffs held him back. A frustrated growl was the next sound coming out of his mouth. “Oh you have got to be kidding…”

“I have the key.” Yunho cut him off as he lifted his face from Jaejoong’s jaw where he was just beginning to have fun.

Jaejoong sighed in relief, jerking at his hand, signaling for Yunho to take the handcuffs off of him.

Yunho merely smirked at him in response.

“Yunnnhoo, let me go please? I want to touch you.” Jaejoong whined, noticing the hunger in the other’s eyes.

Yunho silenced him with a finger. “Shhhh.” Leaning down again, he nuzzled at Jaejoong’s neck at the same time his fingers worked on Jaejoong’s buttoned down shirt. “I think birthday boy needs to be in this position for a bit longer.”

“But...” Jaejoong's protest melted into a moan. "Nggghhh..." Yunho’s teeth nibbled at his weak spot, that area just a little below the ear, the act sending shivers up and down his spine. All the blood rushed straight towards his cock. “Yun...ho.” Call him a pervert, but seeing Yunho in a skimpy nurse outfit gave him quite the rush. “You look hot.”

Yunho giggled by his ear, tickling and arousing Jaejoong further with his hot breath. “Seeing me in a tight mini skirt turns you on?” Jaejoong tentatively nodded then bit at his bottom lip, groaning deep in his throat when Yunho’s fingers began to work on his chest, rubbing and pinching at his puckered pink nubs. “Want me to tell you a secret?” Jaejoong turned his face as Yunho lifted his head a little. Yunho grinned down at him and whispered seductively into his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

Jaejoong sucked in a breath; his cock twitching painfully in anticipation.

Nipping at the sensitive lobe, Yunho added. “You still remember what we used to do on your birthday right?” he asked, grinding his hip down against Jaejoong’s groin and true to his word, Jaejoong felt Yunho’s hard length pressing against his heated skin. Jaejoong swallowed thickly, having vivid recollections of the steamy things that they did from his past three birthdays. “You get to fuck me deep, Jaejoongie.”

Birthday boy’s cock jumped in anticipation against his buttcheeks. Yunho gasped, moaning at the enticing contact.

Jaejoong panted as he gazed into Yunho’s eyes. “Get the cuffs off me Yun, please.” Yunho smirked at him, ignoring the request. Capturing Jaejoong’s mouth in a deep kiss, he began to rub and push himself against the dent on the other’s pants. ‘Ngghh, hahh, Yun… no... no fair, I want... want to... touch you too.”

“Not yet.” Yunho replied, a little breathless against Jaejoong’s mouth. “I still need to do something.” With one last kiss, Yunho left Jaejoong’s mouth as he began to move down his body. Yunho’s lips descended on Jaejong’s neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh right back at Jaejoong’s weak spot.

Jaejoong felt his mouth run dry. His body had just began to adjust to the absence of Yunho’s touches from their months of separation. But now, Yunho was suddenly all over him. Attacking the places on his body that made Jajoong delirious with want. He was like a bomb. His body extra sensitive. One touch from Yunho and he would easily explode.

Yunho’s mouth left its assault on Jaejoong’s neck. He moved down to Jaejoong’s collarbone then to his chest. Yunho lapped at the dark ink on the smaller man's skin, tracing each letter of the words 'Always Keep The Faith' with his tongue. It was a reminder - a shimmer of hope after everything was through, they would all come out victorious in the end.

Moving his head lower, Yunho grazed his teeth on a pink nub. Upon feeling the nipple twitch and harden in his mouth, Yunho’s hunger and desire for him grew. Yunho began to torture the nub mercilessly with his teeth, repeatedly flicking his tongue against it.

Jaejoong’s mouth parted in a wordless cry, yanking at the handcuffs with his arms suspended above him. “Yun... nggghh... ho.” Jaejoong moaned as his lover continued to torture his nipple and fill him with blazing fire. “Please.”

His name coming out of Jaejoong’s lips, the way he moaned every syllable felt like home which also served to make all the blood rush to Yunho’s dick. Yunho moaned low in his throat as he sucked, licked and bit on the right nipple, abusing it thoroughly while his other hand pinched and rubbed at the left one.

“Haahh...hahh.” Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered close, shivers running up and down his spine. Every lick and suck was blanketing him with so much pleasure. Within seconds, Jaejoong was a writhing mess. His cock begged to be freed from the confines of his clothing.

As he worked on Jaejoong’s nipple, Yunho’s hands traveled south, cupping Jaejoong's erection through his jeans. Jaejoong’s hips arched off the bed at the sudden contact, whimpering low in his throat, his needy moans further fueling Yunho with desire.

Leaving Jaejoong’s chest, Yunho began to make a wet trail of saliva down his body while his hands worked on undoing the button and the zipper of his pants. Yunho laid his tongue on Jaejoong’s stomach then moved lower to his navel as he flicked his tongue inside. Looking back up at Jaejoong’s face, Yunho saw Jaejoong's closed eyes with his flushed cheeks as he licked at his lips while he panted for air. Yunho let out a loud moan. The mind-blowing visual made him hard as a rock.

“Yunho... please.” Jaejoong begged and Yunho for a second forgot how to breath.

Swallowing thickly and resuming his wet saliva path down Jaejoong’s body, Yunho gave his navel another languid lick as he finally arrived at his destination. Inhaling the musky scent that was Jaejoong, Yunho unzipped his pants, yanking the material down his thigh along with his boxers, finally freeing Jaejoong's sex.

Jaejoong hissed at the sudden warm breath that hit his cock, unconsciously pulling at the metal by his wrists.

Yunho smirked seductively up at him, licking at the slit of his cock to which Jaejoong moaned like a wanton slut. Closing his fingers around Jaejoong’s length, Yunho crawled up his body and looked down at him, their faces mere inches apart. Jaejoong’s eyes were half-lidded, mouth half parted in panting as they gazed at each other. Yunho’s hands began to work double time on his length.

“Yun...ho.” Jaejoong rasped out, swallowing thickly as Yunho continued to pump his cock into full-hardness.

Yunho with long hair. It reminded Jaejoong of their T-Concert times, reminded him of their little escapade backstage at the make-up room in particular. The way Yunho pushed him up against the make-up table, taking him right then and there, fucking him on all fours in front of all those mirrors. He loved watching how Yunho’s cock pounded into him as they sweated, panted and moaned, fucking like a couple of horny dogs.

"So beautiful, Jaejoongie." Yunho had breathlessly told him, their eyes glued on the mirrors in front of them, as they continued to rock back and forth, feeling Yunho’s hard cock ram in and out of him. "You are most beautiful when I’m loving you.”

“Unwrap your present later.” The words wrenched Jaejoong out of his hot musings. ”Because right now, I have to service you first.” Service and Yunho in the same sentence should be considered illegal. Jaejoong moaned loudly, feeling Yunho’s hand gain speed as he continued to stroke up and down Jaejoong’s sex.

“Hahh... hahh, Yun.” After planting a sloppy wet kiss on Jaejoong’s mouth, Yunho slid down Jaejoong’s body, stationing his face by his cock once again. Yunho laid his tongue at the tip, nudging at the sensitive slit, flicking his tongue in wet, hot circles until Jaejoong was aching with friction, his pre-cum dripping out of the small opening and into Yunho’s exploring tongue. With one last lick at the slit, Yunho closed his lips around Jaejoong’s member and took him deep into his mouth.

Jaejong cried out in pleasure. His body shuddered and shivered from the incredible sensation. The cuffs on his wrists violently clanked.

Licking and grazing the length of Jaejoong’s sex, Yunho continued to mercilessly attack every inch of him, and was being rewarded with the most wonderful noises that went past Jaejoong's bruised red lips. “Haahh, ngghh, hahh. Yunho… Yun.” Jaejoong was beginning to loose it. Yunho pinned Jaejoong’s hips with his free hand as to prevent him from thrusting too hard into his waiting cavern. Jaejoong thrashed and writhed on the bed, body shivering in ecstasy as he continued to fuck his beloved in the mouth.

Lathering up Jaejoong’s pre-cum, Yunho positioned his dripping digit by Jaejoong’s entrance, inserting the finger inside. “Mmmff.” Jaejoong whimpered, his tight walls reflexively clamping around Yunho’s finger, fighting off the intrusion.

Yunho wasn’t deterred. He pushed the digit deeper into Jaejoong’s tight heat, feeling the muscles slowly relax against the assault. Wriggling his forefinger inside Jaejoong’s tight walls, he pushed against him in all different directions, fucking him in earnest with his finger, searching for that spot that he knew would make Jaejoong see stars while his mouth worked on his length, tongue and teeth swiping at every inch of his cock, his other hand pumping him with hard, rough strokes.

Jaejoong’s lips were swollen red, both from all the biting and Yunho’s kisses. His cheeks and chest were flushed. His erect nipples stood out from his chest as if begging to be licked as he continued to trash and writhe, head twisting from side to side. Yunho, Yunho, Yunho. His Yunho was doing the most amazing things with his mouth and his hands. He was close. So damn close. “Haahh, hahhh, Yun… I’m… I’m gonna… ahh, ahh.”

Yunho’s finger brushed against Jaejoong’s prostrate as he felt Jaejoong’s cock pulse inside his mouth.

“Yun-ah!” Jaejoong came with a loud cry, his lover’s name leaving half-parted lips, body arching off the bed, frozen in a spasm, white heat shooting from the tip of his length. Jaejoong writhed, emptying the contents of his sex into Yunho’s greedy mouth. Yunho took as much as he could of Jaejoong’s cum as he opened his mouth wider, swallowing his beloved's bittersweet essence. Yunho licked him clean for seemingly endless seconds, as he got high on Jaejoong’s taste like an addict to his drug.

Soon after, Jaejoong’s body fell limp, his back connecting with the soft mattress once more. With one last long lick, Yunho released him with a soft pop. Crawling up his body, Yunho fished the key to the handcuffs from his nurse’s pocket, releasing Jaejoong’s wrists, one after the other. Once that was done, Yunho leaned downed and captured Jaejoong’s lips, feeling the other’s arms instantly wrap themselves tightly around his shoulders. The kiss they shared was hard, wet, sloppy and passionate with a hint of desperation.

“I love you.” Jaejoong breathlessly murmured after the kiss, rubbing a thumb across Yunho’s cheeks lovingly. “I missed you.”

Yunho smiled down at him. “Same here. So so much.” He kissed the tip of Jaejoong’s nose. “Happy birthday.”

"Thank you." Jaejong raked his fingers through Yunho’s long strands before bringing their lips together again for a kiss. When they parted, he gestured at Yunho’s hair. “”Take this off.” Yunho more than happily got rid of the material and threw it across the room. Partially heaving his body off the bed, Jaejoong turned to his side. He slowly reversed their position as he gently lowered Yunho to the soft mattress then hovered on top of him. His hand rested on Yunho’s chest and traveled down to his waist, his eyes darkening with arousal. “I really get to top?”

Yunho licked at his lips and inserted a finger into his mouth as he began to push the digit in and out in rapid succession while Jaejoong watched him as if hypnotized. Popping the finger off his mouth, Yunho brought it to Jaejong’s lips. Jaejoong sucked on it as Yunho began to push it in and out once more. “It’s your birthday.” He whispered, bringing Jaejoong’s lips down to his for a kiss as he continued to fuck Jaejoong's mouth his finger. “And I know... we have a lot of things that we have to talk about but...”

“But right now, I just want us to love each other.” Jaejoong supplied lovingly, finishing the sentence for him, catching Yunho's bottom lip with his teeth.

“Yeah.” Yunho agreed. After another deep kiss, they pulled back a little. “And yes, you get to top. You know, actually I... I ah, I love it when you're fucking me... hard.” Yunho confessed, cheeks turning a shade of pink. Jaejoong winked and leered at him. “But after you’re done fucking me.” Yunho grinned, then added in a husky tone. “I’ll be inside you all night long birthday boy."

Jaejoong smirked as he licked at his lips, eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh, I'm definitely looking forward to that." he matched Yunho's grin. Reaching down Yunho's body, Jaejoong's hand disappeared under the tight skirt as he fisted Yunho's hard, wet, dripping cock in his grasp. "Jaejoongie." Yunho rasped out in pleasure, mouth parting in a moan.

Lips landing on Yunho’s neck, he began to suck at the flushed skin, lapping at the sweat accumulating there. “If you don't mind, I'd very much love to unwrap my present now." Jaejoong's hand gave Yunho's weeping member an expert stroke and Yunho could've sworn he just saw the face of god.

Jaejoong's other hand wandered to the nurse outfit's front as he began to undo the buttons one by one. After a while, the white cotton fabric loosened and slipped down Yunho's side, revealing his muscled abs and chest. Jaejoong's mouth nearly watered as he lowered his head, teeth instantly latching on a hardened nub. Above him, Yunho let out a hiss and a guttural moan. He held Jaejoong's head and forced the other man back up his face. Not wasting a moment's breath, Yunho crushed their lips together, tongues meeting in a lewd, wet dance.

Amidst the hungry, bruising kiss, Jaejoong concluded that yes, this was... the best birthday present ever.

END

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A/N: I'm sorry if it's late and that it's lame. My head's still spinning right now from the incident that happened to my mom. Anyway, seeing as I promised that I'll post the 2nd part to the double-shot then here it is. I would like to write more of this (probably make it a triple-shot) but it's still speculation right now because there's going to be a Jaeho scene on the first part of the chapter before we get to the YunJae smex and I don't exactly know how to write Jaeho. I have plans for the third part (if I'd be able to push through with it) but not at the moment because I'm still feeling messed up.