The Porcelain Treasure part 7
Title: The Porcelain Treasure: Messenger
Author: onthethruway01
Length: chapters
Genre: smut, fantasy, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yoosumin
WARNING: EXPLICIT YOOSUMIN AND RIMMING
Summary: Kim Junsu is a businessman that likes to collect unusual toys.
Changmin and Junsu were paralyzed. Junsu had witnessed something out of a horror movie. The porcelain doll that he cherished had come to life, broken through its glass display case, and was now passed out at his feet. He wanted to scream in terror. Changmin snapped out of his trance and barked orders at his friend.
“Help me Su.”
Changmin scooped up the seemingly lifeless doll and carried him to the bed bridal style. Junsu was still standing in disbelief.
“Jesus Christ Junsu, help me.”
Su blinked.
“What do I do?”
Changmin began taking Yoochun’s clothes off.
“Go into the bathroom. Get me some towels, a wet wash cloth and the first aid kit.”
Junsu ran to the bathroom and did Changmin’s bidding. When he returned he stood in shock. There was the doll, naked, and anatomically correct.
“Oh my God.”
Changmin smirked.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
He took the items from Junsu’s hands.
“There’s a broom and vacuum. Clean up the mess. I’ll take care of Yoochun.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“The doll has a name?”
The club owner nodded his head.
“It’s a good thing too. It’s kind of hard to have sex with someone if you don’t know their name.”
Junsu rolled his eyes.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
Changmin turned and faced his friend.
“Don’t worry Su. I may have loosened him up a bit for you, but he’s still really tight.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes.
“You really are a sick mother fucker Min. It’s all that porn you watched as a kid. It’s made you a pervert.”
Changmin chortled. He went back to cleaning Yoochun up. Junsu found the broom and the vacuum and cleaned up until all the glass was gone. When he was finished, he joined Changmin on the bed.
“Is he ok?”
“Yeah. I got the pieces of glass from his hands and bandaged them up. He’ll be fine.”
Changmin gathered up the towels and washcloth and dumped them down the laundry chute. He cleaned up the rest of the items and then picked up his phone.
“Are you calling an ambulance?”
“No. We can’t take him to a hospital. How do we explain what happened? My doll came to life and got hurt?”
Junsu bowed his head. The situation was ridiculous.
“I’m getting us some food and some booze. We need it. Oh and you should take your clothes off. I’ll have them dry cleaned. Find something in my closet. I know I’m tall, but there may be some shorts that will fit you.”
Junsu meandered over to Changmin’s walk in closet. He found a t-shirt and some shorts. He changed into them and gave his soiled clothes to Changmin. Changmin waited outside his door for his employee. He didn’t want anyone to know about Yoochun. Several minutes passed and Changmin came in with a tray of food including strawberries and a bottle of champagne. He set up the tray on his night stand and took a deep breath.
“It’s time Su. Get some water and a glass. Let’s wake our boy up.”
“Are you sure? Maybe we should let him sleep.”
Changmin shook his head.
“He sleeps all day.”
Changmin gently tapped Yoochun’s face.
“Wake up Pinocchio, wake up.”
Yoochun stirred.
Junsu poured a glass of water and gave it to Changmin.
“Here you go Chun. Have some water.”
The doll sipped on the water and coughed. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck; burying his face in his owners chest. The doll whispered in his deep raspy voice.
“Changmin.”
Junsu shivered.
“Oh my God, he speaks.”
The doll eyes grew wide. He turned to face Junsu. Tears filled his dark orbs; they dropped off delicate lashes and trailed down his porcelain cheeks. Shaking, the doll extended his arm; delicate fingers reaching out to touch his true love’s face.
Junsu flinched.
“Jesus,” Junsu mumbled.
Yoochun shied away from Junsu. He grabbed onto Changmin’s shirt and breathed in deep; inhaling the familiar scent of his owner; his lover.
The doll sniffled and moaned into Changmin’s ear.
“I’m afraid.”
Changmin laughed.
“You’re afraid? Look at Junsu! You gave him quite a scare.”
Yoochun sniffled. He looked at Junsu; lower lip trembling.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he Changmin?” the doll exclaimed, his almond eyes narrowing as he stared Junsu down. Su gulped as the doll licked his lips seductively.
Junsu looked at Changmin.
“What do we do now?”
Changmin reached for the bottle of Champagne and opened it. He poured it into three glasses and dropped a strawberry into each one.
“Bottoms up boys!”
Junsu sipped on his while Changmin bit into his strawberry. The doll stared at the glass; amused by the bubbles he smiled. The two men watched as the doll guzzled the champagne.
“He’s going to get drunk,” Junsu remarked.
“So are we, Su.”
Junsu frowned.
“I’d rather not.”
Yoochun giggled.
“More please.”
Changmin refilled his glass.
“To us,” Changmin toasted. “The unholy trio.”
Yoochun gulped down the Champagne. The doll felt strange.
He put his glass down and curled up next to Changmin. The club owner shuddered as the doll licked the shell of his ear. Junsu watched in horror as the doll began to molest his friend; hands unbuttoning Changmin’s shirt; fingers dancing across his chest.
“Junsu,” the doll whispered breathlessly. “Isn’t Changmin lovely? Don’t you want to touch Changmin?”
Junsu swallowed hard. He sat in disbelief as the doll’s full lips pressed gentle kisses upon Changmin’s skin.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s hand and together, they began to touch Changmin’s body. Junsu felt his temperature rise. Yoochun took the champagne glasses away from both men.
“What the fuck?”
“Yes,” the doll hissed. “Fuck.”
Before he could say no, Junsu was naked.
“Touch Changmin,” the doll entreated. “Fuck Changmin.”
Junsu snapped.
Changmin’s lips pressed against Junsu’s. Changmin kissed his friend hard while the doll undressed him. Yoochun’s slender fingers caressed Changmin’s cock until it was hard.
Changmin broke off the kiss and cursed the doll.
“God damn you Yoochun.”
“My turn,” the porcelain treasure exclaimed, pressing his swollen mouth to Junsu’s; grinding his hips into his true love for the first time; the doll shuddered in ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the doll screamed as he forced himself upon a petrified Junsu.
“For the love of God,” the businessman cried out as Yoochun’s cock invaded Junsu’s body.
“Changmin, make him stop.”
His friend shook his head.
“It’s what he wants. Give him what he wants.”
Junsu arched his back as Yoochun’s ample length speared him. He had to admit it felt good, but it was disturbing and made him feel uncomfortable.
“Changmin, please do something.”
The club owner wore a wicked grin.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Yoochun gasped as Changmin’s hands spread his legs apart. The doll bucked as his owner licked a trail from his spine to the small of his back. Changmin spread the doll’s ass cheeks apart; tongue lathing and swirling around the sensitive skin; getting Yoochun’s pucker all slick and wet.
Junsu began to pray.
“Forgive me,” he said as Yoochun continue to thrust into him. No longer able to deny the pleasure, Junsu began to stroke himself.
Changmin pounded into the doll, making Yoochun shriek; the club owner shedding tears of pain. He loved Yoochun like no other, but his love was one sided, or was it? Could the doll love both of them? Was it possible?
The unholy trio continued their love making deep into the night; changing positions; changing partners; exchanging words that they never thought they would hear. It was an epiphany; Changmin and Junsu had loved each other for years but could never admit it. It was the doll that brought them together. He was Cupid’s arrow; a messenger of love.
Junsu brought Yoochun to life; Changmin awakened Yoochun’s senses; Yoochun brought them all together. It couldn’t get any stranger.
Their bodies entwined together in a lustful dance; skin prickled; turned pink. Breaths became short and ragged; hearts racing, chests heaving; they mewled and moaned as they made love to each other. They called out for each other in the dark; hands groping, hips thrusting; tongues lapping up sweat and tears. Their bodies reached the breaking point almost simultaneously; spilling, they collapsed on top of each other; Junsu on his back; the doll sprawled out before him; Changmin curled up next to them, his long legs encircling them both.
As the evening waned, the three mismatched lovers lay in silence. Exhausted, they drifted to sleep save one.
The sun began to rise; the doll squinted and spoke through tear filled eyes.
“Please,” he begged. “Please.”
Author: onthethruway01
Length: chapters
Genre: smut, fantasy, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yoosumin
WARNING: EXPLICIT YOOSUMIN AND RIMMING
Summary: Kim Junsu is a businessman that likes to collect unusual toys.
Changmin and Junsu were paralyzed. Junsu had witnessed something out of a horror movie. The porcelain doll that he cherished had come to life, broken through its glass display case, and was now passed out at his feet. He wanted to scream in terror. Changmin snapped out of his trance and barked orders at his friend.
“Help me Su.”
Changmin scooped up the seemingly lifeless doll and carried him to the bed bridal style. Junsu was still standing in disbelief.
“Jesus Christ Junsu, help me.”
Su blinked.
“What do I do?”
Changmin began taking Yoochun’s clothes off.
“Go into the bathroom. Get me some towels, a wet wash cloth and the first aid kit.”
Junsu ran to the bathroom and did Changmin’s bidding. When he returned he stood in shock. There was the doll, naked, and anatomically correct.
“Oh my God.”
Changmin smirked.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
He took the items from Junsu’s hands.
“There’s a broom and vacuum. Clean up the mess. I’ll take care of Yoochun.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“The doll has a name?”
The club owner nodded his head.
“It’s a good thing too. It’s kind of hard to have sex with someone if you don’t know their name.”
Junsu rolled his eyes.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
Changmin turned and faced his friend.
“Don’t worry Su. I may have loosened him up a bit for you, but he’s still really tight.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes.
“You really are a sick mother fucker Min. It’s all that porn you watched as a kid. It’s made you a pervert.”
Changmin chortled. He went back to cleaning Yoochun up. Junsu found the broom and the vacuum and cleaned up until all the glass was gone. When he was finished, he joined Changmin on the bed.
“Is he ok?”
“Yeah. I got the pieces of glass from his hands and bandaged them up. He’ll be fine.”
Changmin gathered up the towels and washcloth and dumped them down the laundry chute. He cleaned up the rest of the items and then picked up his phone.
“Are you calling an ambulance?”
“No. We can’t take him to a hospital. How do we explain what happened? My doll came to life and got hurt?”
Junsu bowed his head. The situation was ridiculous.
“I’m getting us some food and some booze. We need it. Oh and you should take your clothes off. I’ll have them dry cleaned. Find something in my closet. I know I’m tall, but there may be some shorts that will fit you.”
Junsu meandered over to Changmin’s walk in closet. He found a t-shirt and some shorts. He changed into them and gave his soiled clothes to Changmin. Changmin waited outside his door for his employee. He didn’t want anyone to know about Yoochun. Several minutes passed and Changmin came in with a tray of food including strawberries and a bottle of champagne. He set up the tray on his night stand and took a deep breath.
“It’s time Su. Get some water and a glass. Let’s wake our boy up.”
“Are you sure? Maybe we should let him sleep.”
Changmin shook his head.
“He sleeps all day.”
Changmin gently tapped Yoochun’s face.
“Wake up Pinocchio, wake up.”
Yoochun stirred.
Junsu poured a glass of water and gave it to Changmin.
“Here you go Chun. Have some water.”
The doll sipped on the water and coughed. He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck; burying his face in his owners chest. The doll whispered in his deep raspy voice.
“Changmin.”
Junsu shivered.
“Oh my God, he speaks.”
The doll eyes grew wide. He turned to face Junsu. Tears filled his dark orbs; they dropped off delicate lashes and trailed down his porcelain cheeks. Shaking, the doll extended his arm; delicate fingers reaching out to touch his true love’s face.
Junsu flinched.
“Jesus,” Junsu mumbled.
Yoochun shied away from Junsu. He grabbed onto Changmin’s shirt and breathed in deep; inhaling the familiar scent of his owner; his lover.
The doll sniffled and moaned into Changmin’s ear.
“I’m afraid.”
Changmin laughed.
“You’re afraid? Look at Junsu! You gave him quite a scare.”
Yoochun sniffled. He looked at Junsu; lower lip trembling.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he Changmin?” the doll exclaimed, his almond eyes narrowing as he stared Junsu down. Su gulped as the doll licked his lips seductively.
Junsu looked at Changmin.
“What do we do now?”
Changmin reached for the bottle of Champagne and opened it. He poured it into three glasses and dropped a strawberry into each one.
“Bottoms up boys!”
Junsu sipped on his while Changmin bit into his strawberry. The doll stared at the glass; amused by the bubbles he smiled. The two men watched as the doll guzzled the champagne.
“He’s going to get drunk,” Junsu remarked.
“So are we, Su.”
Junsu frowned.
“I’d rather not.”
Yoochun giggled.
“More please.”
Changmin refilled his glass.
“To us,” Changmin toasted. “The unholy trio.”
Yoochun gulped down the Champagne. The doll felt strange.
He put his glass down and curled up next to Changmin. The club owner shuddered as the doll licked the shell of his ear. Junsu watched in horror as the doll began to molest his friend; hands unbuttoning Changmin’s shirt; fingers dancing across his chest.
“Junsu,” the doll whispered breathlessly. “Isn’t Changmin lovely? Don’t you want to touch Changmin?”
Junsu swallowed hard. He sat in disbelief as the doll’s full lips pressed gentle kisses upon Changmin’s skin.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s hand and together, they began to touch Changmin’s body. Junsu felt his temperature rise. Yoochun took the champagne glasses away from both men.
“What the fuck?”
“Yes,” the doll hissed. “Fuck.”
Before he could say no, Junsu was naked.
“Touch Changmin,” the doll entreated. “Fuck Changmin.”
Junsu snapped.
Changmin’s lips pressed against Junsu’s. Changmin kissed his friend hard while the doll undressed him. Yoochun’s slender fingers caressed Changmin’s cock until it was hard.
Changmin broke off the kiss and cursed the doll.
“God damn you Yoochun.”
“My turn,” the porcelain treasure exclaimed, pressing his swollen mouth to Junsu’s; grinding his hips into his true love for the first time; the doll shuddered in ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the doll screamed as he forced himself upon a petrified Junsu.
“For the love of God,” the businessman cried out as Yoochun’s cock invaded Junsu’s body.
“Changmin, make him stop.”
His friend shook his head.
“It’s what he wants. Give him what he wants.”
Junsu arched his back as Yoochun’s ample length speared him. He had to admit it felt good, but it was disturbing and made him feel uncomfortable.
“Changmin, please do something.”
The club owner wore a wicked grin.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Yoochun gasped as Changmin’s hands spread his legs apart. The doll bucked as his owner licked a trail from his spine to the small of his back. Changmin spread the doll’s ass cheeks apart; tongue lathing and swirling around the sensitive skin; getting Yoochun’s pucker all slick and wet.
Junsu began to pray.
“Forgive me,” he said as Yoochun continue to thrust into him. No longer able to deny the pleasure, Junsu began to stroke himself.
Changmin pounded into the doll, making Yoochun shriek; the club owner shedding tears of pain. He loved Yoochun like no other, but his love was one sided, or was it? Could the doll love both of them? Was it possible?
The unholy trio continued their love making deep into the night; changing positions; changing partners; exchanging words that they never thought they would hear. It was an epiphany; Changmin and Junsu had loved each other for years but could never admit it. It was the doll that brought them together. He was Cupid’s arrow; a messenger of love.
Junsu brought Yoochun to life; Changmin awakened Yoochun’s senses; Yoochun brought them all together. It couldn’t get any stranger.
Their bodies entwined together in a lustful dance; skin prickled; turned pink. Breaths became short and ragged; hearts racing, chests heaving; they mewled and moaned as they made love to each other. They called out for each other in the dark; hands groping, hips thrusting; tongues lapping up sweat and tears. Their bodies reached the breaking point almost simultaneously; spilling, they collapsed on top of each other; Junsu on his back; the doll sprawled out before him; Changmin curled up next to them, his long legs encircling them both.
As the evening waned, the three mismatched lovers lay in silence. Exhausted, they drifted to sleep save one.
The sun began to rise; the doll squinted and spoke through tear filled eyes.
“Please,” he begged. “Please.”