Private Time
Title: Private Time
Length: Oneshot; 1982 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Voyeurism (not much, but still), toys and cock ring! (:
Request from
haru_ran ! ((:
Prompt: Jae playing with himself before Yunho comes home! (:
A/N: Chrissie, hope you like! (: Hope I fulfilled all the points you told me to. (: Ah, I have absolutely no idea why it's in present tense either, I just started writing and used present tense so there you go. ((: Comments are so much love. <3
And ah, I think LC will only come tomorrow. Cause I dont know whether I'll be able to finish the whole kinky scene by tonight or something. Yeah. So watch for it, I think by tomorrow, yes. <3
Also, I'm going to pimp, pimp! ((: Please go join uke_yunho if you like uke!Ho! ((: I'm a mod there hoho. (: So please join, if you like reading or writing uke!Ho fics! ((: Just, please? <3
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Jaejoong wipes the dishes dry, places them neatly into the rack so they can be used for the next meal. Turning on the tap, he washes his hands one last time, before drying them and walking out of the kitchen. Junsu and Changmin are shouting at each other, thumbs almost wrecking their video consoles as they race virtual cars against each other. Yoochun’s most likely in his workroom, immersing himself in the world of music and lyrics.
He pads to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a ‘click’. Yunho’s not home yet, most likely in a meeting with their managers back in the company. Jaejoong sighs, sprawling himself on their bed. Management knows of their coupling, but they’ve decided to close one eye for now, just so long it doesn’t become too obvious in public. Sitting up, Jaejoong pulls off his t-shirt. Time for some privacy.
Reaching for their nightstand, Jaejoong tugs the top drawer open, taking out certain items that he would need. It’s rare that he gets personal time like this, not that he’s complaining. Yunho usually takes care of his problems, but Jaejoong still revels in that small bubble of privacy he has, just to do what he wants.
Jaejoong lies back on the bed, eyes sliding shut as he imagines Yunho on top of him, kissing him. His tongue gently peeks out to wet his lower lip, letting out a quiet sigh as he visualizes Yunho’s tongue caressing his, enticing his into a sensual tango. “Yunho…” he breathes, head tilted to the side.
Imagining Yunho touching him, Jaejoong’s fingers run over his chest, over his ribs. Yunho loves to trace the slight protruding of Jaejoong’s ribs, loves to lave along his sternum. Jaejoong’s lips fall open in a silent pant as he pictures Yunho fluttering butterfly kisses all over his neck and shoulder, hands lightly pinching the skin of Jaejoong’s sides.
Jaejoong rubs a nipple between his fingers, caressing it until it turns hard. He can almost feel Yunho’s tongue encircling the pert nub, making it sensitive to his touch. Then Jaejoong’s hand falls on the waistband of his pants, hips almost bucking up into thin air.
Toeing off his lounge pants, Jaejoong slips his fingers into the silky material of his boxers, cupping himself. He imagines Yunho doing exactly that to him, stroking leisurely, slowly pleasuring him. After a few minutes, Jaejoong tugs his underwear off, more than eager to proceed to the next part.
Now fully naked, he takes his hard length into his hand again, fisting it roughly and bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. When he’s almost at his wit’s end, Jaejoong removes all contact, fighting the urge to just send himself over the cliff of ecstasy. He doesn’t want the pleasure to end so quickly, wants it slow.
Reaching for the tube of lubricant sitting on the bed, Jaejoong uncaps it, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. He shifts his legs such that his feet are resting on the mattress, wide open and spread far apart from each other. Jaejoong moves his hand around his thigh, pressing two fingertips against his hidden pucker.
“Yunho,” he lets out as he pushes two digits inside, shutting his eyes once more to fully soak himself in the experience. Jaejoong unhurriedly pumps the fingers in and out, stretching himself well. Moans spill from his lips as his fingers come into contact with his prostate, sending shimmies of pleasure up his spine.
Jaejoong envisions that Yunho is the one with fingers up his passage, those strong digits penetrating him so perfectly, making him feel so loved and so special. He imagines Yunho kneeling between his spreadeagled legs, smiling at him as he adds another finger, leading Jaejoong to gasp at the added intrusion.
“Yunnie…” he murmurs, three fingers insistently pressing up against his prostate now, “Want you. Need you in me…” Jaejoong gently pulls his fingers out, eyes opening again to grasp the toy sitting on his pillow. Spreading more lube on it, he reaches around his thigh once more, getting ready to push it inside.
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“Hyung,” Changmin immediately turns his attention away from the television when Yunho arrives home, tired and nearly asleep from the long meeting he’s just been through. “Yunho-hyung, Jaejoong-hyung is in your room, spending some personal time,” he reports, squawking as Junsu rams right into his car, sending it out of the racetrack.
Yunho’s eyes light up, fatigue almost fully gone as he pictures Jaejoong pleasuring himself, muttering his name every once in awhile. He quickly steps to their bedroom, leaving his bag next to the shut door. There are noises coming from inside, almost drowned out by the yelling and roaring of the video game. Soft, mewling sounds that make his breath hitch, pants now slightly uncomfortable.
Turning the doorknob as silently as possible, Yunho enters, shutting the door behind him. Jaejoong is lying on the bed, legs spread far apart, just about to push an object into himself. Yunho can’t help but gawk, his boyfriend is such a picture of perfection.
“Yunho…” Jaejoong moans, pressing the toy up his passage. He sighs as the tip sits directly against his prostate, pleasure coursing through his veins. He’s so caught up in his own reverie that he hasn’t realized Yunho’s entry into the room, doesn’t realize his lover shifting nearer to the bed.
Yunho climbs onto the bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Jaejoong. The older man holds the base of the toy firmly, moving his hips up, then settling them back down, effectively pumping the toy in and out of him. Jaejoong repeats the action, groaning as he feels every inch slide in and out.
All of a sudden, Jaejoong finds a hand on top of his own, grasping the base of the object as well. His eyes fly open with a start, and he’s just about to scream when Yunho kisses him, hard and deep. Flushing, Jaejoong feels like hiding under the sheets, he’s embarrassed about Yunho seeing him pleasuring himself.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho breathes, running his tongue over his boyfriend’s cheek, down his jaw and over his neck, “You look so sexy like that, Boo. So sexy, pleasuring yourself.” Jaejoong lets out a relieved sigh; at least Yunho’s not angry. The leader smiles against Jaejoong’s torso, hands gripping his hips firmly.
Allowing a hand to drop between Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho fingers the toy lodged in his lover, pulling it out slightly, before pushing it back in. The older man gasps as Yunho continues his ministrations, each thrust bringing him towards orgasm all over again. “Yunnie…”
Then Yunho pulls away, sitting on his knees. Jaejoong whimpers quietly at the loss, undulating his hips slightly into the air, wanting more friction. Yunho smiles, reaching over to their nightstand, taking something out of the top drawer. “Jaejoong-ah, I want to see you touching yourself.”
Jaejoong almost whines as Yunho pushes a cock ring down his length, the cool metal making him writhe restlessly. Taking the older man’s wrist, Yunho wraps Jaejoong’s fingers around his own arousal, slowly fisting. “Boo…” he whispers, “Touch yourself.”
Inhaling a deep breath, Jaejoong starts to fist himself with more force than before, moaning as sensations rush through his body, making him want to come. It excites him to know that Yunho likes seeing him like this, likes seeing him bring utter pleasure to himself. Yunho finds that the toy has a switch on its base, flipping it on.
Jaejoong lets out a shaky groan as vibrations start running up his spine, slight shivering taking over his body. He’s so close to bliss, so close to climax. But he can’t, he can’t release; the cock ring’s still sitting snugly around the base of his arousal. “Yunnie…” he whimpers, “I want you. T-touch me.”
“No,” Yunho answers, tone soft but determined. He moves away, removing his sweater and socks. Pulling a chair up beside the bed, Yunho settles into it, unbuckling his belt, hand sliding into his boxers to fist himself as well. Jaejoong can feel his lover’s eyes still trained on him, and it makes him even more aroused, hips bucking up into the hand stroking his cock.
Jaejoong squeezes shut his eyes as he momentarily forgets about the cock ring around his length, pushing himself towards release. Yunho nearly moans out loud when Jaejoong runs his finger over the slit, hips thrusting of their own accord. “Yunho!” the older man shouts as orgasm overwhelms him, but he’s unable to come, unable to feel the full pleasure of it. Precome drips like a river, all over his cock and his hand.
“Yunho, Yunho please,” Jaejoong’s pretty much incoherent by now, having been brought so close to the edge of completion so many times, only to be denied release. “Yunho, Yunnie, please! Pl-please please please, t-touch me -” he begs, over and over again, “Please, please, need you in me, in me now. N-now, now, now -”
Yunho cannot help but give in to his boyfriend’s incessant pleading; he tugs his pants off and practically rips his shirt. Climbing over Jaejoong, Yunho reaches between the older man’s legs, switching off the vibrator before pulling it out gently. Jaejoong sighs at the relief, arms instantly clinging themselves around Yunho’s neck, “Yunnie…”
“Boo,” the younger man replies, leaning in to kiss Jaejoong. Jaejoong’s so pretty, so beautiful, so perfect. A lover that anyone would want. And Yunho is glad that he’s able to love the other man, to shower endless care and concern. Yunho slowly enters Jaejoong, not wanting to hurt the love of his life.
Jaejoong lets out a moan as Yunho starts to move, starts to thrust in and out of him. This is what he loves, what he lives for. What he cannot live without. And Yunho’s so precious to him, the only one that is able to fill the void in his heart, left empty for so long. As Yunho breaks into a rapid pace, Jaejoong’s prostate is assaulted over and over again, and he can feel himself almost thrown over the cliff of love and lust and pure ecstasy.
Yunho abruptly stops his movements, Jaejoong whining as he pulls out, sensations suddenly halted. The younger man sits on the bed, legs spread out wide. “Boo… Come ride me,” he breathes, Jaejoong almost crying at the words. He forces himself into a sitting position, moving unsteadily over to Yunho, straddling him.
Lifting Jaejoong off his thighs, Yunho slowly impales the older man on his cock, setting Jaejoong’s hands on his shoulders to stabilize him. Jaejoong rises up slightly, before dropping his hips back down again, effectively hitting his prostate and causing him to let out a loud groan. Yunho takes Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, stroking as the older man repeats his movement.
And before long, Jaejoong gains enough strength to lose all control and just ride Yunho’s length with abandon, pushing himself up and down continuously. Yunho watches, eyes half-lidded, as his erection disappears and reappears in and out of Jaejoong’s body again and again. He comes into contact with Jaejoong’s prostate every time, bringing them all the way to climax.
“L-let me come!” Jaejoong screams, Yunho tugging off the cock ring at once. He explodes, explodes all over both their chests, muscles going into intense spasms and clamping down solidly on Yunho’s arousal. The leader tenses, come filling his lover, filling him up so well.
And they collapse onto the bed together, Yunho still buried deep inside of Jaejoong. They share a last kiss, languid and loving. But when Yunho is just about to pull out, Jaejoong stops him.
“I want to feel you inside me, Yunnie,” he whispers, eyes sliding shut from exhaustion.
Yunho doesn’t protest, doesn’t do anything, just spoons Jaejoong towards him and hugs his boyfriend tightly.
“You’re sexiest when you’re spending your own private time.”
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Length: Oneshot; 1982 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Voyeurism (not much, but still), toys and cock ring! (:
Request from
haru_ran ! ((:
Prompt: Jae playing with himself before Yunho comes home! (:
A/N: Chrissie, hope you like! (: Hope I fulfilled all the points you told me to. (: Ah, I have absolutely no idea why it's in present tense either, I just started writing and used present tense so there you go. ((: Comments are so much love. <3
And ah, I think LC will only come tomorrow. Cause I dont know whether I'll be able to finish the whole kinky scene by tonight or something. Yeah. So watch for it, I think by tomorrow, yes. <3
Also, I'm going to pimp, pimp! ((: Please go join uke_yunho if you like uke!Ho! ((: I'm a mod there hoho. (: So please join, if you like reading or writing uke!Ho fics! ((: Just, please? <3
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Jaejoong wipes the dishes dry, places them neatly into the rack so they can be used for the next meal. Turning on the tap, he washes his hands one last time, before drying them and walking out of the kitchen. Junsu and Changmin are shouting at each other, thumbs almost wrecking their video consoles as they race virtual cars against each other. Yoochun’s most likely in his workroom, immersing himself in the world of music and lyrics.
He pads to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a ‘click’. Yunho’s not home yet, most likely in a meeting with their managers back in the company. Jaejoong sighs, sprawling himself on their bed. Management knows of their coupling, but they’ve decided to close one eye for now, just so long it doesn’t become too obvious in public. Sitting up, Jaejoong pulls off his t-shirt. Time for some privacy.
Reaching for their nightstand, Jaejoong tugs the top drawer open, taking out certain items that he would need. It’s rare that he gets personal time like this, not that he’s complaining. Yunho usually takes care of his problems, but Jaejoong still revels in that small bubble of privacy he has, just to do what he wants.
Jaejoong lies back on the bed, eyes sliding shut as he imagines Yunho on top of him, kissing him. His tongue gently peeks out to wet his lower lip, letting out a quiet sigh as he visualizes Yunho’s tongue caressing his, enticing his into a sensual tango. “Yunho…” he breathes, head tilted to the side.
Imagining Yunho touching him, Jaejoong’s fingers run over his chest, over his ribs. Yunho loves to trace the slight protruding of Jaejoong’s ribs, loves to lave along his sternum. Jaejoong’s lips fall open in a silent pant as he pictures Yunho fluttering butterfly kisses all over his neck and shoulder, hands lightly pinching the skin of Jaejoong’s sides.
Jaejoong rubs a nipple between his fingers, caressing it until it turns hard. He can almost feel Yunho’s tongue encircling the pert nub, making it sensitive to his touch. Then Jaejoong’s hand falls on the waistband of his pants, hips almost bucking up into thin air.
Toeing off his lounge pants, Jaejoong slips his fingers into the silky material of his boxers, cupping himself. He imagines Yunho doing exactly that to him, stroking leisurely, slowly pleasuring him. After a few minutes, Jaejoong tugs his underwear off, more than eager to proceed to the next part.
Now fully naked, he takes his hard length into his hand again, fisting it roughly and bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. When he’s almost at his wit’s end, Jaejoong removes all contact, fighting the urge to just send himself over the cliff of ecstasy. He doesn’t want the pleasure to end so quickly, wants it slow.
Reaching for the tube of lubricant sitting on the bed, Jaejoong uncaps it, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. He shifts his legs such that his feet are resting on the mattress, wide open and spread far apart from each other. Jaejoong moves his hand around his thigh, pressing two fingertips against his hidden pucker.
“Yunho,” he lets out as he pushes two digits inside, shutting his eyes once more to fully soak himself in the experience. Jaejoong unhurriedly pumps the fingers in and out, stretching himself well. Moans spill from his lips as his fingers come into contact with his prostate, sending shimmies of pleasure up his spine.
Jaejoong envisions that Yunho is the one with fingers up his passage, those strong digits penetrating him so perfectly, making him feel so loved and so special. He imagines Yunho kneeling between his spreadeagled legs, smiling at him as he adds another finger, leading Jaejoong to gasp at the added intrusion.
“Yunnie…” he murmurs, three fingers insistently pressing up against his prostate now, “Want you. Need you in me…” Jaejoong gently pulls his fingers out, eyes opening again to grasp the toy sitting on his pillow. Spreading more lube on it, he reaches around his thigh once more, getting ready to push it inside.
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“Hyung,” Changmin immediately turns his attention away from the television when Yunho arrives home, tired and nearly asleep from the long meeting he’s just been through. “Yunho-hyung, Jaejoong-hyung is in your room, spending some personal time,” he reports, squawking as Junsu rams right into his car, sending it out of the racetrack.
Yunho’s eyes light up, fatigue almost fully gone as he pictures Jaejoong pleasuring himself, muttering his name every once in awhile. He quickly steps to their bedroom, leaving his bag next to the shut door. There are noises coming from inside, almost drowned out by the yelling and roaring of the video game. Soft, mewling sounds that make his breath hitch, pants now slightly uncomfortable.
Turning the doorknob as silently as possible, Yunho enters, shutting the door behind him. Jaejoong is lying on the bed, legs spread far apart, just about to push an object into himself. Yunho can’t help but gawk, his boyfriend is such a picture of perfection.
“Yunho…” Jaejoong moans, pressing the toy up his passage. He sighs as the tip sits directly against his prostate, pleasure coursing through his veins. He’s so caught up in his own reverie that he hasn’t realized Yunho’s entry into the room, doesn’t realize his lover shifting nearer to the bed.
Yunho climbs onto the bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Jaejoong. The older man holds the base of the toy firmly, moving his hips up, then settling them back down, effectively pumping the toy in and out of him. Jaejoong repeats the action, groaning as he feels every inch slide in and out.
All of a sudden, Jaejoong finds a hand on top of his own, grasping the base of the object as well. His eyes fly open with a start, and he’s just about to scream when Yunho kisses him, hard and deep. Flushing, Jaejoong feels like hiding under the sheets, he’s embarrassed about Yunho seeing him pleasuring himself.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho breathes, running his tongue over his boyfriend’s cheek, down his jaw and over his neck, “You look so sexy like that, Boo. So sexy, pleasuring yourself.” Jaejoong lets out a relieved sigh; at least Yunho’s not angry. The leader smiles against Jaejoong’s torso, hands gripping his hips firmly.
Allowing a hand to drop between Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho fingers the toy lodged in his lover, pulling it out slightly, before pushing it back in. The older man gasps as Yunho continues his ministrations, each thrust bringing him towards orgasm all over again. “Yunnie…”
Then Yunho pulls away, sitting on his knees. Jaejoong whimpers quietly at the loss, undulating his hips slightly into the air, wanting more friction. Yunho smiles, reaching over to their nightstand, taking something out of the top drawer. “Jaejoong-ah, I want to see you touching yourself.”
Jaejoong almost whines as Yunho pushes a cock ring down his length, the cool metal making him writhe restlessly. Taking the older man’s wrist, Yunho wraps Jaejoong’s fingers around his own arousal, slowly fisting. “Boo…” he whispers, “Touch yourself.”
Inhaling a deep breath, Jaejoong starts to fist himself with more force than before, moaning as sensations rush through his body, making him want to come. It excites him to know that Yunho likes seeing him like this, likes seeing him bring utter pleasure to himself. Yunho finds that the toy has a switch on its base, flipping it on.
Jaejoong lets out a shaky groan as vibrations start running up his spine, slight shivering taking over his body. He’s so close to bliss, so close to climax. But he can’t, he can’t release; the cock ring’s still sitting snugly around the base of his arousal. “Yunnie…” he whimpers, “I want you. T-touch me.”
“No,” Yunho answers, tone soft but determined. He moves away, removing his sweater and socks. Pulling a chair up beside the bed, Yunho settles into it, unbuckling his belt, hand sliding into his boxers to fist himself as well. Jaejoong can feel his lover’s eyes still trained on him, and it makes him even more aroused, hips bucking up into the hand stroking his cock.
Jaejoong squeezes shut his eyes as he momentarily forgets about the cock ring around his length, pushing himself towards release. Yunho nearly moans out loud when Jaejoong runs his finger over the slit, hips thrusting of their own accord. “Yunho!” the older man shouts as orgasm overwhelms him, but he’s unable to come, unable to feel the full pleasure of it. Precome drips like a river, all over his cock and his hand.
“Yunho, Yunho please,” Jaejoong’s pretty much incoherent by now, having been brought so close to the edge of completion so many times, only to be denied release. “Yunho, Yunnie, please! Pl-please please please, t-touch me -” he begs, over and over again, “Please, please, need you in me, in me now. N-now, now, now -”
Yunho cannot help but give in to his boyfriend’s incessant pleading; he tugs his pants off and practically rips his shirt. Climbing over Jaejoong, Yunho reaches between the older man’s legs, switching off the vibrator before pulling it out gently. Jaejoong sighs at the relief, arms instantly clinging themselves around Yunho’s neck, “Yunnie…”
“Boo,” the younger man replies, leaning in to kiss Jaejoong. Jaejoong’s so pretty, so beautiful, so perfect. A lover that anyone would want. And Yunho is glad that he’s able to love the other man, to shower endless care and concern. Yunho slowly enters Jaejoong, not wanting to hurt the love of his life.
Jaejoong lets out a moan as Yunho starts to move, starts to thrust in and out of him. This is what he loves, what he lives for. What he cannot live without. And Yunho’s so precious to him, the only one that is able to fill the void in his heart, left empty for so long. As Yunho breaks into a rapid pace, Jaejoong’s prostate is assaulted over and over again, and he can feel himself almost thrown over the cliff of love and lust and pure ecstasy.
Yunho abruptly stops his movements, Jaejoong whining as he pulls out, sensations suddenly halted. The younger man sits on the bed, legs spread out wide. “Boo… Come ride me,” he breathes, Jaejoong almost crying at the words. He forces himself into a sitting position, moving unsteadily over to Yunho, straddling him.
Lifting Jaejoong off his thighs, Yunho slowly impales the older man on his cock, setting Jaejoong’s hands on his shoulders to stabilize him. Jaejoong rises up slightly, before dropping his hips back down again, effectively hitting his prostate and causing him to let out a loud groan. Yunho takes Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, stroking as the older man repeats his movement.
And before long, Jaejoong gains enough strength to lose all control and just ride Yunho’s length with abandon, pushing himself up and down continuously. Yunho watches, eyes half-lidded, as his erection disappears and reappears in and out of Jaejoong’s body again and again. He comes into contact with Jaejoong’s prostate every time, bringing them all the way to climax.
“L-let me come!” Jaejoong screams, Yunho tugging off the cock ring at once. He explodes, explodes all over both their chests, muscles going into intense spasms and clamping down solidly on Yunho’s arousal. The leader tenses, come filling his lover, filling him up so well.
And they collapse onto the bed together, Yunho still buried deep inside of Jaejoong. They share a last kiss, languid and loving. But when Yunho is just about to pull out, Jaejoong stops him.
“I want to feel you inside me, Yunnie,” he whispers, eyes sliding shut from exhaustion.
Yunho doesn’t protest, doesn’t do anything, just spoons Jaejoong towards him and hugs his boyfriend tightly.
“You’re sexiest when you’re spending your own private time.”
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