[YunJae] The Joys and Woes of Inspiration Part 2 [For Imie]

[qianyuna]

Title: The Joys and Woes of Inspiration
A/N: Written from a prompt given by imie_schweetzel. This is the end.

Let's get straight to it~



In the other car, Yunho sat in the driver’s seat, occasionally glancing at Jaejoong’s sleepy expression fondly.

The drive to the unknown destination was quiet, the singer not even asking where they were heading as the street lights got brighter and brighter while they headed deeper into the city. He did mumble a little with worry about the other members’ dinner, but Yunho lightly reassured him that they would be fine, even though he knew they would be too tired to do anything but crash into bed. The youngest had worn themselves out with their enthusiasm around Jaejoong that day and Yoochun had been willingly dragged into the excitement despite the fact that he didn’t quite know what was going on.

In thinking about the other members of the group, Yunho smiled warmly and looked at Jaejoong again. He reached over to clasp one of his hands, thumb slowly caressing the back as he thought about how important the lead singer was to the whole group. In a mushy moment, he brought the hand up for a kiss, keeping one eye on the road while watching for Jaejoong’s reaction.

The brunet turned to look at him with amusement, teasing words spilling out, “I know you can’t get enough of me, Yunho-yah, but I’m really tired.”

“I know,” he squeezed his hand a little with affection, “and I know just how to make you feel better.”

“Oh?” Jaejoong said a little skeptically, a small laugh lingering in his voice. It wasn’t that he thought Yunho didn’t know how to treat him well, but the fatigue he felt from writing the song was unlike any he had felt before. Nothing he had done that day had helped his energy level to rise more than was absolutely necessary, what could Yunho possibly do to make him feel better?

Distracted with his musings, he barely noticed as Yunho drove into a long driveway- one that led to the entrance of one of the most extravagant hotels in greater Tokyo. As the keys were passed to the valet and Jaejoong was tugged into the lobby, the bright lights and shiny surfaces kick-started his brain and he marveled at the beauty of the room.

As DBSK, the five of them had visited extraordinary places both exotic and local. Coming to a hotel such as the one he stood in simply as Kim Jaejoong woke him up faster than a splash of cold water could. He would’ve stood at the entrance, enchanted by the designs, if Yunho hadn’t laughed and pulled his hand harder, “Come on, Jae. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Yunho walked up to the receptionist to check in, dropping the overnight bag Jaejoong hadn’t noticed onto the floor to sign his name. After he received the keycard and had a short conversation with the woman, he thanked her, snatched the bag and quickly strode to the elevators.

He never once let go of Jaejoong’s hand, fingers tightly entwined despite the curious looks they were gaining.

Luckily, when they reached the elevators, one of them had reached the lobby, all the occupants stepping off and leaving the entire elevator to the two of them. Quickly pressing one of the buttons for the top floors, Yunho waited impatiently, tapping his foot and wishing the elevator would go faster.

To the side, Jaejoong looked at him under hooded eyes, the pristine steel of the elevator lulling him back to sleep as there was nothing exciting to look at anymore. The elevator slowly came to a smooth stop and Yunho pulled Jaejoong out as soon as the doors opened. The walk to their room was quick, as there were only three doors on the entire floor and when Yunho swiped the keycard to let them in, Jaejoong could see why.

The room they had stepped into wasn’t a normal one; it was an entire suite complete with a sitting room, a kitchen, a dining room and two open double doors that led into a large bedroom and a bathroom that looked even bigger than their living room in the apartment.

Jaejoong gaped at the size of the room, eyes widening to unbelievable proportions and he hesitantly walked in, instinctively slipping off his shoes as he did so. “Yu… Yunho, wh- How?”

The man grinned widely, happy that just the sight of the beautiful room had struck him speechless. The room cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it just for this moment and for what he knew would be coming up for the night. “Like it?”

“It’s beautiful!” The simple yet clear elegance of the room called to Jaejoong and he reverently ran his hand across the decadent material of the loveseat closest to him, “But how could you afford this? And why are we even here?”

“Don’t worry about the money,” Yunho said as he followed Jaejoong, “and we’re here so you can relax. You’ve been looking so tired; I thought you deserved a small break. I’m just sorry it’s only for a night, or else-”

He was cut off abruptly as Jaejoong turned with a mind-blowing smile on his face (he had to blink a little to recover), walking back quickly to hug him close, “Thank you! Just one night here will be magnificent!” He quirked his lips in a small smirk, “And don’t think I won’t find out about how much this was later. I’ll find some way to pay you back.”

Yunho began to protest, but as Jaejoong’s soft lips pressed against his, he leaned into the kiss, willing to drop the subject before he even started.

“Come,” he took Jaejoong’s hand again, lightly squeezing it with a tight grasp, “let’s check out the bathroom.” His lips curved into a slow smile that hinted at something darkly delicious, provoking Jaejoong into licking his own lips anxiously.

But before they could take more than a few steps to the bathroom, a series of light knocks sounded on the door. A part of Yunho was disappointed that he would have to wait to show Jaejoong the bathroom, but on the other hand, what was on the other side of the room’s door was bound to make him equally as happy. He tugged on Jaejoong’s hand, once again leading him around. The smirk that popped up as the older man dug his heels in caused his eye to twitch, “Fine, fine. Go wait in the dining room, I’ll be right back.”

Jaejoong hummed in agreement and sauntered to the dining table, hips swaying just a bit to catch Yunho’s eyes even while he raised his arms for a stretch, revealing a tantalizing strip of pale skin. Another knock came on the door, this time accompanied by a voice calling out, “Room service!” and he snapped himself out of his trance, shaking his head fondly.

Yunho hurried to the door, gesturing the staff to enter and set out the food. He trailed after the man and stood beside Jaejoong - who sat himself at the head of the table, almost daring Yunho to say something - eagerly watching as the food was set out. Seven dishes in total were placed on the table and one by one, the man lifted off the covers, filling the entire room with mouth-watering aromas.

At the first sight of the food, a delighted smile came across Jaejoong’s face and he glanced up at Yunho from under his eyelashes, his look soon turning coy. He brought up his right hand and smoothly slid it across the back of Yunho’s waist, leaning slightly into the man while he continued to watch the unveiling. When all seven dishes were served, the staff bowed and said, “When you are finished, please leave the dishes on the cart and leave it outside the room. The cleaning staff will pick it up promptly.”

“Thank you,” Yunho smoothed his hand over Jaejoong’s hair before stepping away to show the man to the door. Before he left, he slipped a tip into his hands, a soft smile on his face, “Have a good night.”

The man bowed again and left quietly, bidding him a good night as well.

Placing a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the knob and closing the door, he decided not to lock the door just yet so it would be quicker when he wanted to wheel the cart out. He strolled back to Jaejoong’s side again, a chuckle escaping as he saw the man’s expression.

“Honestly, Jae, you look like you haven’t eaten for days!” he teased lightly, internally thrilled by the pleased look on his face.

A little pout came over his lips as he retorted, “Why don’t you come over here and smell all this and try not looking like that.” He took in a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scents, “Now come over here quickly, I want to eat already!”

Yunho grinned and did as he demanded, sliding into the seat next to him. As soon as he settled in, a forkful of food was shoved in front of his face and he opened his mouth in bemusement, watching as Jaejoong’s eyes twinkled at being able to feed him. He laughed, thinking about how Jaejoong would always have some motherly qualities no matter how masculine he got.

And then he got distracted by the explosion of taste in his mouth and he moaned in pleasure, just a bit. Opening the eyes he had subconsciously closed, he was startled to see Jaejoong’s face mere inches away, eyes an obscenely dark color, fogged over with heavy emotions. His pink tongue slowly peeked out and licked his lower lip, leaving a slight sheen that glistened in the low light of the dining room. Yunho swallowed hard, mouth watering for a completely different reason.

“I want to have a taste too,” Jaejoong said huskily, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. Yunho started to reach for the other fork, but his chin was grabbed by one hand while another slid to the back of his head and seconds later his mouth was being completely plundered, a tongue diving in and searching out the remnants of the morsel he had just eaten.

A louder moan this time and he groaned as the lips left him; he watched as Jaejoong licked his lips again before smacking them with satisfaction, “Hmm, you’re right. It’s quite delicious.”

“But then again,” he put the fork he was holding into his mouth and slid it out slowly, leaving not a bit of surface area untouched by his tongue, “it might just be your taste that’s… spicing it up a bit.” Jaejoong smirked at the slightly dazed look in Yunho’s eyes before he laughed and his expression was wiped clean of the seductive desire and replaced with a carefree smile.

“Yunho-yah~ Feed me!”

Yunho shook himself free of the sneaky trap Jaejoong laid for him and with a growl, he leaned forward to nip at his neck. Jaejoong squealed a bit before he punched him lightly- light for him that is; there was enough force behind it that Yunho was forced to move back from the impact. He rolled his eyes as Jaejoong laughed at him; his lover’s mix of femininity and masculinity still threw him off balance sometimes, but it made life all the more interesting he supposed.

A light smack on both cheeks (this time it was light) brought his focus back and as his lips were slowly pushed together, he watched as the older man began to pout, “Yunho~~ Feeeeed me~~~”

Yunho tried to laugh at his childishness, but was caught by the two hands. He reached up to grab them and nodded his head at the same time, “Yes, your majesty. What would you like to eat first?”

A flash of dark eyes, a whispered, “You” and Yunho was sent into dreamland again before another bright laugh echoed through the room.

“You pick, Yunho-yah.” Jaejoong smiled deviously, his spirits rising just from teasing his usually level-headed leader into a tizzy.

Yunho cleared his throat with embarrassment and randomly stuck his fork into one of the dishes, slowly bringing it to those beautiful pink lips. “Say aah.”

“I’m not a baby, Yunho,” Jaejoong laughed, but said it anyway, mouth opening just wide enough to accept the food.

“Mhmm,” a groan and a little sigh escaped as the taste of the food danced around his taste buds. As soon as he could swallow, he demanded for more, teeth clicking together with impatience when he felt Yunho was moving too slowly.

“Alright, alright. Here’s some more.”

But this time it was a serving from another dish and the unexpected change sent Jaejoong’s senses into overload. The surprise and the original extravagant aroma of the dish blended together and when he moaned this time, it bordered on orgasmic, causing Yunho to shift a little in his seat.

“Oh my god, what is this?” Eyes clearing from the rush of flavor, Jaejoong looked at him questioningly, but Yunho could only shrug.

“I just asked for the chef’s recommendations with no limit on the price. I have no idea what you’re eating.”

Jaejoong frowned at his utter disregard for the food, but it was wiped away when Yunho brought him into a kiss, teeth lightly scraping his lips and sending sparks of pleasure from his mouth to his body. It was Yunho’s turn to taste the food this time and he pushed Jaejoong into his seat with passion, nearly climbing into his lap, and he pressed his mouth harder to other man’s. His tongue became insistent in how deep it was exploring the depths of his mouth and an uncontrollable moan rose up, lips trembling with the desire to touch more, to taste more.

Yunho slid a hand into Jaejoong’s lighter hair, fingers digging slightly into his scalp in a soothing massage. Surreptitiously, he brought his other hand down the side of his body, keeping his fingers lightly pressing into his skin before slipping it under his shirt to tweak at the belly button ring he noticed Jaejoong had decided to wear that morning.

Jaejoong gasped with delight, body arching into his touch and head tilting back with pleasure. Hesitantly leaving his mouth, Yunho gave him a few more lingering pecks, trailing his kisses down his neck slowly, licking the skin every so often. He hummed a little in thought before picking himself off of Jaejoong, knees on either side of his hips (he ended up crawling into his lap after all), “You taste better, I think.”

The man under him was breathing lightly but shallowly, glancing up at him with heavy eyes wrought with desire. Without any warning, he rolled his hips up, just enough to lightly apply pressure to his and a groan was teased out of him.

Yunho licked his own lips in anticipation and leaned down to continue, but a light press of a hand on his chest stopped him.

“But Yunho, the food will get cold!” And once again, Yunho was struck by how easy it seemed for Jaejoong to switch gears from being seductive to lighthearted, as if he was two different people living in the same body and desiring different things.

He sighed a little in disappointment, but it was true that the food would get cold soon and the meal had cost him almost as much as the hotel room did- it wouldn’t do for it to go to waste. Yunho reluctantly started to get down from the chair, but was stopped by an arm around his waist.

“You look comfortable here, why don’t you stay?”

Yunho looked at him suspiciously, but could only find a genuine desire to have him relaxed. He gave him the benefit of the doubt and shifted in the seat, easily finding just the right position to sit on Jaejoong’s lap without cramping either of them. The chair was rather large in the first place.

For the next hour, the two of them slowly sampled the food. They found, with delight, that the dishes were placed in such an order that by the time they got to the last few courses, those were the ones best served cold, if not at room temperature. Their taste buds continued to be treated to the most marvelous flavors, the occasional groan of delight forcing the other to stop eating and ravish him.

So it was no surprise that by the time they finished eating, they were completely flushed with desire even while they fought an encroaching lethargy.

Yunho determinedly stood up from his comfortable seat though, and gathered the dishes onto the cart, quickly wheeling it outside the room and locking the door before Jaejoong could gather the energy to complain. He had been left feeling cold when his leader’s enticing warmth left him, after all.

He laughed at the pouty look on the seated man’s face and he drew his hands up to pull him off the chair, “Come, let’s go look at the bathroom now.”

Intrigued by Yunho’s excitement over the bathroom, he put a little effort into getting up, but pretended to stumble into his embrace so that he didn’t have to do all the work. Yunho chuckled, knowing what Jaejoong was doing but thinking it endearing rather than irritating. He half-carried, half-led Jaejoong to one of the set of double doors, slowly changing their positions so that he walked behind the singer, hands coming up to cover his eyes.

The older man whined a little in protest, he wanted to see what was so awesome about the bathroom, but Yunho shushed him, joyful apprehension in his voice. The bathroom was a major reason why he was willing to spend so much on the suite just for a night and he hoped that Jaejoong would like it enough to be able to relax like he had planned for him to do.

Jaejoong could tell when they finally entered the bathroom, their breathing echoed a little differently and his feet felt chilled even through his socks from the tiled floor. “Yunho?” he asked curiously, wondering when he would let him see again.

“Almost…” They took a few more steps before Yunho whispered into his ear, “Look.” He took his hands off Jaejoong’s eyes and slipped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder as he waited for his reaction.

Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the vision before him. One of the sides of the bathroom, presumably the entire wall that made up the side of the building, was made completely out of glass. The floor they were on guaranteed that there were very few buildings blocking the view, and it was a splendidly gorgeous one. He turned his face partway to look at Yunho, unable to look away from the view entirely. “It’s beautiful,” he breathed out lightly.

At Yunho’s smile and look (one that spoke volumes and Jaejoong’s breath caught again, this time for a completely different reason), he turned back to see the whole of Tokyo spread out before him, lights twinkling and shining brilliantly. He was fascinated by the city scene, cars rushing through the streets even in the late hour and buildings rising to the sky, colorful lights leading the way.

He became distracted by a tug on his shirt and he shifted to look back at Yunho with a puzzled look.

The younger man kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned them around just a bit more, forcing Jaejoong to face the other end of the glass wall that wasn’t in his field of vision.

His eyes widened in surprise and this time he walked closer to the glass, entranced by the sight of the body of water. Tokyo Bay spread before his eyes and he could see the Rainbow Bridge not too far away, colorful lights winking at him cheerfully. He hadn’t had a chance to see the Rainbow Bridge properly, always too tired or busy by the time night rolled around and he admitted that it was a beautiful sight, the lights reflecting off the water and illuminating up the area.

A brush of a hand on his cheek and he was nudged to look a little to the west, and a pearlescent moon shined down at him. The moonlight was weaker than it could’ve been; the lights of Tokyo blazing and stealing away some of its shine, but Jaejoong felt like he could still feel the strength of the cold moon and a smile broke out across his face, the brightness rivaling the lights of Tokyo.

Yunho laughed before Jaejoong could even say anything and he leaned down a little to touch foreheads, “Like it?”

“I love it!” Jaejoong replied breathlessly, eyes shining with joy.

“I’m glad,” Yunho gave him a little peck on the lips, “Now turn around and see the Jacuzzi.”

Jaejoong’s dark eyes widened again and he shifted his head to catch a glimpse of the gleaming tub, numerous knobs and gadgets popping out of the contraption. “Oh! Oh!”

Like a little kid discovering playtime in the bath, Jaejoong broke from Yunho’s grasp, not noticing the pout that crossed his face as his arms emptied, leaping for the tub and oohing and ahhing over it.

A few more minutes of excitement and Jaejoong suddenly turned to the abandoned Yunho, a sly smile on his face, finger crooking to gesture him over, “Don’t you wanna try the bath with me, Yunho-yah?” he said lowly, gesturing to the tub with a flick of his head, exposing his sleek and long neck, his birthmark enticing him over.

Yunho licked his suddenly dry lips and slowly walked across the room, fingers already itching in anticipation. A few more steps and he was there, hands sliding under Jaejoong’s shirt quickly, not bothering with pretenses. The whole night had been leading up to this and he didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

The quick grasp on his shirt told him that Jaejoong didn’t want to wait either.

Their mouths crashed together desperately, the spark of pain from their teeth clashing not even pausing their motions. A few closed-mouthed kisses and a tongue peeked out, slowly lingering over an upper lip. Yunho gasped at a twist of the tongue and it slipped in, slickly dipping and rising to touch every hidden surface of his mouth. Their tongues twined for a moment before they parted, Jaejoong’s hands grasping Yunho’s head to lift it up slightly, mouth descending on his neck, nipping and biting, leaving little red marks everywhere.

They stumbled in their desire, Yunho nearly toppling into the Jacuzzi before he could steady himself. He sat on the edge, forcefully pulling Jaejoong closer, gasping as he felt an answering hardness against his own. The brunet bit harder at that moment, nearly leaving teeth marks in his shoulder, but the pain never registered with Yunho, only feeling hot breath and mouth and delicious hands worming under his shirt.

Jaejoong shifted away for a split second, tearing Yunho’s two layers swiftly, throwing the shirts somewhere over his shoulder. He bent down further to continue his journey, kissing and lipping at his skin, tongue occasionally darting out to trace a wet trail around his torso.

Yunho groaned feverishly as he looked down at his head, getting more turned on by the sight of Jaejoong’s flushed face and swelling lips. He tugged on his hair, receiving a slight glare from the other man, before pulling him up to bring their lips together again. This time he was the one to pull away and drag the shirt over Jaejoong’s head, mouth immediately descending on the pale flesh.

A sharp intake was his only warning before one pale hand firmly pressed into the bulge confined within his pants, stroking him quickly, fleetingly and leaving him wanting more.

Yunho swallowed thickly, pulling away from the tempting skin to take a breath. He panted lowly; pressing his forehead to Jaejoong’s again, staring into his eyes. They were dark with desire again, lust swirling in the depths, but beautifully mixed with love and affection. Seeing those emotions there took his breath away more than the hand on his length, but it was a close call. He grabbed Jaejoong’s hand and brought it up to a kiss, leaning in to whisper, “Let’s try out the Jaccuzi, Joongie, don’t want to let it go to waste, do we?”

“No,” a husky, near breathless voice, “we wouldn’t.” And sharp teeth grabbed at his earlobe for a split second before a cool tongue soothed the stinging pain. A moment later, the warmth disappeared and he looked over slowly to see Jaejoong running his hands down his sides, a devious imitation of his usual stripping.

He leisurely unbuttoned the pants, pulling the zipper down so agonizingly slowly that the click of each tooth echoed through the room; each one hacking away at Yunho’s control. Jaejoong bent to slide the pants off, taking his underwear with it in the same pull.

Yunho sucked in a breath desperately. They hadn’t turned on the lights completely when they entered and the Tokyo lights and faint moonlight caused Jaejoong’s paler skin to glow softly, sharp angles and flat planes turning smooth and more tempting than ever.

He scrambled to turn on the water, mindlessly turning a control here and pressing a button there. Thankfully, he didn’t accidentally break the tub, but rather created a nice, light foam over the surface; a clean, crisp scent filling the room. Steam began to puff gently from the water, signaling the warm temperature. The tub filled quickly and automatically shut off before it was completely full and Yunho was so very thankful because he was pretty sure his brain just broke when Jaejoong turned and bent over to pick up their discarded clothes.

A wiggle of those hips told Yunho that Jaejoong knew exactly what the sight was doing to him.

Placing the clothes a safe distance away, Jaejoong turned back to him with a smirk, “Aren’t you going to take those pants off anytime soon? Unless you want to go in the tub with them on…”

Coming back to his senses, Yunho quickly unbuttoned his pants, desire fiercely coursing through his body and making his fingers tremble.

Slightly chilled hands covered his and grasped the top of his pants, swiftly pulling them down, and not letting go of Yunho’s hands for a moment. It meant that he had to bend down with Jaejoong and his breath caught in his throat as he was treated to the sight of Jaejoong’s naked body again.

He was hit with the realization that it wouldn’t matter how many times he saw that bare body, the ache that caused his heart to clench and his hands to shake would never go away and would probably never weaken either. Jaejoong wasn’t perfect in any sense of the word; except to Yunho he was- scars, injured leg and all.

He barely noticed when they stood up again until warmer hands embraced his face and even warmer and softer lips brushed over his, “Yunho,” a low, breathy whisper, laced with desire but loaded with affection.

Once again flabbergasted by his lack of control, he slapped himself mentally and told himself to focus. This night was about Jaejoong and treating him right, not just about his own desires. Reminded of his goals, a smile spread across Yunho’s face as he clutched at Jaejoong’s hands; he slowly climbed into the tub, keeping his eyes on Jaejoong’s the entire time.

Those eyes fascinated him, the darkness of his brown irises and the contradictory bright emotions he found in them all the time. When Jaejoong smiled at him sweetly, Yunho wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him into the tub with him, a sigh escaping the older man’s lips as the warm water enveloped him.

Their craving for each other momentarily set aside, they settled into one of the nooks in the Jacuzzi, the water and seat at the perfect height for them to relax without worrying about drowning.

Jaejoong sat with his back to Yunho’s chest, still enclosed within the warm embrace. A satisfied moan echoed through the quiet bathroom and within seconds the atmosphere began to charge up. Jaejoong shifted against the man behind him, hips rolling just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

Yunho growled in frustration, latching his mouth onto the junction of the brunet’s shoulder, drawing a hiss out of the man. Jaejoong rocked back harder as retribution and Yunho’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head with pleasure. He brought his hands up to lift Yunho off before claiming his mouth in a demanding kiss, heating Yunho up even more than the water had already.

He clutched at Jaejoong’s waist, steadying the small rolling motions he kept up even with the kiss. Their tongues slithered against each other, dipped and caressed to taste a little more sweetness, a little more desire.

Yunho broke the kiss with a little smack, holding Jaejoong tighter as he lifted him up to turn him around. When Jaejoong settled back down, they both sighed as their hard lengths rubbed against each other, the water making the contact smoother and less rushed.

Jaejoong leaned down from his slightly higher height to brush a kiss across Yunho’s eyelids before moving down his left eye, following the lines of the scar. They rocked against each other a little more, longing curling heavily at the bottom of their stomach, but their pace slowed and they breathed quickly against each other.

Yunho reached to the side of the tub to fumble for a bar of soap. After he found it, he tore the packaging away, dipping it into the water and creating a slight lather. With a gentle touch, he ran his hands over Jaejoong’s back, lightly soaping it even as he pressed into his flesh, digging into the knots in the singer’s back. Jaejoong groaned at the touch, the tension that had been there since the night before slowly melting away under Yunho’s ministrations.

Ever so slightly, Jaejoong quickened his pace, rubbing against Yunho harder and more frequently as the tightness in his muscles eased.

Bringing Jaejoong slightly away to clean the front of his body, Yunho received a growl from the other man, but he only chuckled and continued to clean him, washing himself in the process. He caressed his torso soothingly, skipped over the most attention-seeking area and grabbed Jaejoong’s thighs to bring them up.

He had done it without warning the other man and Jaejoong had to wheel his arms for a moment before he caught a hold of the tub’s sides, glaring at him slightly. The glare faded away as Yunho continued washing his legs, soothingly trailing his hands up and down those long legs that he was so proud of.

Jaejoong began to moan lightly again, skin tingling pleasantly at Yunho’s touch. As his hands slipped up his legs, massaging his inner thighs, Jaejoong’s moans turned desperate, almost whining for something more. At that moment, the moonlight shone through the window perfectly, illuminating Jaejoong with a pale glow as he threw his head back with need. His neck stretched, making him look even more beautiful than last time and Yunho felt himself fall in love a little bit more.

Then his eyelids fluttered and he turned glimmering eyes towards him, the perfect mix of feral desire and warm love beckoning him tenderly. And Yunho thought to himself that maybe this is what’s making him fall harder.

A moment later, Jaejoong leaned back in, lips softly pressing against his temple as he mumbled something with a fond hint to his tone, “Come on, Yunho. Aren’t you going to do something about this?” He emphasized with a snap of his hips, driving their lengths almost painfully together.

Yunho gasped and the last coherent thought he had was that maybe, just maybe, it was everything Jaejoong was that kept Yunho hopelessly entangled with him.

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They had woken up at eight and lingered in bed till eleven, luxuriously caressing each other and whispering sweet words to hear and taste.

Besides getting their manager to let them go to the hotel for a night, Yunho had persuaded him to move the single interview they had scheduled for the day for another time. He knew he would pay for it when the work stacked up as the one change caused a domino effect, but it was worth it to be able to lie in bed with Jaejoong, watching the content look on his face twist into something mischievous.

Yunho had planned on making Jaejoong breakfast in bed - he wasn’t as good a chef as him by any means, but he could at least make an edible breakfast - but quick lips and quicker hands left him unwilling to get up anytime soon, sinking into Jaejoong’s heat and caught up in his pace.

Unfortunately, they had to get up sometime, not only to check out (Yunho could afford another night, but that would leave him broke for some time) but also to feed the most likely starving dongsaengs back at their apartment. So with a groan, Yunho broke away from Jaejoong’s tempting lips, using all the self-restraint he had to fight against the pleading look on his face. He managed to get out of bed and into the bathroom before he could hear more than a small huff of frustration.

“Jaejoong,” he said as soon as he stepped out, “it’s time to go, baby.”

The man hummed a little in reply, having gotten over his small upset quickly. He sat up slowly, aware that Yunho was still watching him, and stretched languidly, making sure that every bit of skin was on display and tempting his leader.

It almost worked until Yunho cleared his throat roughly and turned his eyes away.

Sighing in defeat, he hopped out of bed quickly, walking to the bathroom with long strides. He was caught by Yunho before he reached it and pulled into a searing kiss that left him breathless. He stepped back with unsteady feet, and it was his turn to catch a smoldering look from Yunho’s darker-than-usual eyes, a shiver running across his body in response.

But a blink later, the look was gone and Yunho bestowed a loving smile on him, “We shouldn’t keep our dongsaengs waiting, I bet they feel like they’re on the verge of death now.”

(A few miles away, all three members sneezed together and they looked at each other with confusion before deciding that someone was definitely talking bad about them. And then they groaned and flopped further into the sofa they laid on, stomachs grumbling and mouths complaining about the continuing disappearance of the oldest members of the group.)

“Yeah,” except Jaejoong’s voice was barely audible, rough with want as it was, and he cleared his throat before trying again, “Yeah, I’ll be quick.” And he dashed into the bathroom before he could decide that ravishing Yunho was way more important than keeping his members from starving to death.

They were finally ready to go at noon (they had gotten into a groping session right as Jaejoong was dressing, and he swore it wasn’t his fault… that time) and they checked out quickly. Leaving through a more discreet side entrance and tipping the valet generously for his speediness, they left without any trouble and they breathed a sigh of relief when they entered traffic to their way home.

Entering the apartment after only a night away made Jaejoong feel completely refreshed and when he peeked into the living room to find Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin snuggled up together, trying to ignore their hunger through sleep, he laughed softly and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Or lunch. Either way, food.

He hummed happily as he practically waltzed around in the kitchen, heart feeling light and body feeling more relaxed than it had for a while. Yunho had snuck into the kitchen to watch him at one point and Jaejoong only sent him a wide smile, continuing to cook like he wasn’t there.

After a while of watching Jaejoong so happy and even singing out loud once in a while, Yunho absently said, “I’m glad you feel better, that song must’ve taken a lot out of you.”

He froze, Jaejoong froze, the air froze and Yunho cursed himself furiously in his head.

‘Shit, shit, shit. Oh god, oh no. Please don’t let him realize what I said, please don’t let him realize what I said, please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.’ And on and on, except when Jaejoong turned around with a blank look on his face and a stilted look in his eyes, he knew he was doomed in the same way that Changmin and Yoochun almost suspected they were doomed the day before, but this was so much worse. So. Much. More. Worse.

“Yunho,” a tight smile appeared on Jaejoong’s face, “what song are you talking about?”

“Uh…” Yunho’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights as he frantically told himself to think of a good excuse, he had to think of a good excuse or he was going to die. Sort of like in the way that Junsu and Changmin wasn’t going to, the lucky bast-

“Junsu and Changmin heard it too! It wasn’t just me!” Oh, well, Yunho wasn’t really planning on saying that, but now that it was out there, at least he wouldn’t be the only one in deep trouble.

“Jung Yunho! I hope you’re not referring to what I think you are, because if you listened to the song I was working on without permission, I am going to…”

Yunho peeked at Jaejoong from behind his hands, he knew it was foolish to hide behind his hands (as if that would really work) but he also knew it would be stupider to run. Except now that he’s seen his face, he thinks it might be a good idea after all.

So he did just that, sprinting out of the kitchen and leaping for the living room. If he was going down, he was bringing everyone else down with him!

Yunho leapt onto the couch, crushing the other three and forcing them awake.

Jaejoong, on the other hand, had calmly followed Yunho, knowing he didn’t really have a place to hide, but when he saw him desperately trying to huddle with the three sleepy members, he couldn’t help but crack a smile. No one saw, so no one suspected his approach. He walked to the couch with a furious look on his face and somehow in their sleepy states, Junsu and Changmin knew exactly what was going on while Yoochun was left in the dark. Fear started welling up and they shrank back anxiously, waiting for their death sentence to fall.

Then it was Jaejoong’s turn to jump at them, but instead of the pain the three anticipated, they felt more hands than logically possible digging into their sides and teasing their stomachs.

All at once, the rest of the members burst out laughing, frantically trying to squirm away from the fingers that were tickling them. But there seemed to be no escape and Yoochun soon joined in on Jaejoong’s side, herding them right into his hands.

Laughter pealed through the apartment and someone managed to grab a hold of Jaejoong’s shirt before tugging him down with them. Within moments, both Yoochun and Jaejoong were being tickled and it was a free-for-all.

It would be a long while before all five of them would calm down, high off of their closeness to each other. They would all lie on the floor, hopelessly entangled with limbs all in disarray. But one of Yunho’s hands will inevitably clasp one of Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s head will gravitate towards the crook of Changmin’s neck and Yoochun’s arm will creep across Junsu’s waist and Changmin will lie on both Jaejoong and Yunho’s legs. And they’ll lie there for a while, completely at peace and feeling so grateful…

Until five stomachs will grumble terribly in hunger and bursts of laughter will echo in the room, once again bringing the five men closer than ever before.

End~

Minor Notes:
1) Oh, this took way too long and is too long. I'm so drained.
2) I looked this over, but the second part probably has lot of mistakes. Sorry.
3) I hope you enjoyed this, because I had another laughing session at my own writing, haha.
Thank you for reading~