deeper conversation: chapter 7
deeper conversation: chapter 7
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | nc-17
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How did it come to this? One minute we were kissing beside Han River, the icy end of February wind wrapping around us and the next we were in my car, making out like the world ends tomorrow. To be honest, I probably knew how it came to this, since I was the one who suggested the kissing in the first place. The instance that his mouth descended upon mine, I was ablaze from head to toe, all coherent thought flying out of my brain and all I can think of was how delicious Yunho’s mouth was - slightly bitter from the coffee yet so fucking sweet because it’s him. Yunho felt good against me, his body just the right size for my hands to go around him and just the right kind of hard that my knees always go weak for. Before long, I was clutching tightly on the lapels of his sport jacket, pulling him closer and closer, nibbling his plump lower lips and trying to suck his tongue off. Minutes passed just like this, both of us savoring each other like it was the best damn thing in the world. It probably was, considering that I felt like being grilled alive just from kissing and groping Yunho all over.
I prayed to whatever deity looking over this wayward soul of mine when I didn’t lose all of my ability to think from Yunho’s skillful mouth, and managed to drag us both to my car, which fortunately, was parked near enough that we didn’t have to walk far in the uncomfortable state that we were in. My jeans felt a size too small as I shoved Yunho into the car and straddled him, enjoying the shy, restrained mewls coming out from his swollen pout, his eyes fluttering close and his jaw tensing as he fought the battle to last. God he was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful and I can’t resist kissing his face all over, just the barest of soft kisses, dragging my lips lazily along the sharp angles of his face and over the soft downy skin below his jaw. The scar under his left eyes made me go wild, and I licked the rough patch of skin, tasting his long forgotten pain and feeling myself getting harder in my pants because I just dig scars like that. He’s so pirate-sexy it hurt.
He was wearing that very cute black stud that I’ve seen him wore before, the simple round onyx begging me to suckle his earlobe. He groaned out loud and I felt a shudder course down my spine. How long had it been? My unintentional prolonged state of celibacy was making every sound that Yunho made an assault to my senses - it was like watching your favorite porn star moaning just to find out you are the one fucking him. Unff.
“Jae…Jaejoong-ah…”, Yunho panted my name harshly, and I drew back a little so I could see the way his eyes lidded and his mouth parted just slightly, and decided that I like looking at Yunho’s pre-sex face. I wonder how he look like when he orgasms, and just as the thought flit through my mind, my sneaky hand went down his hard abs to cup his arousal, so very big in my palm. I grinned a shit-eating grin as he squeaked a little and pushed his face on the crook of my neck, groaning and panting loudly. My eyes fluttered shut as he began licking my neck, like a very persistent tommy cat hungry for his fish. When he bit and sucked the flesh on my collarbone, I was just about half gone - it felt so fucking good.
Fuck fuck fuck. The heat was starting to get unbearable inside the car, so I tossed my jacket onto the back seat and helped Yunho shrugged out of his, my eyes getting twice as big at the lean physique I was straddling. I was really going to do this to him. If he didn’t tell me to stop now, I would not. Hell, I can’t. My jeans shrunk with every seconds passing, and my own cock pressed painfully against the rough, tight denim every time Yunho rolled his hips up. I felt my thigh muscles tensing up, hard and taut under Yunho’s roving hands, and God, did he just slip his hands onto my jeans’ back pocket and squeeze my ass?
“Yunhoya…”
“Mmm?”
“Are you…umm…clean?”
“Last time I checked. You?”
I nodded eagerly (hell I haven’t had sexual intercourse for years, I doubt anyone could be ‘cleaner’ than me. Pfft.), grinning confidently as I said the next words, “Good. I’m going to do things now.”
“What ‘things’?”, he smirked and asked huskily, playing along. Damn, that was sexy.
“Let me show you.”, I moaned out, my breaths cut short as he kneaded me like I was his cookie dough. I always knew those beautiful, long fingers were not for nothing.
I worked my way down, kissing his clothed chest and feeling him trembled a little underneath me. I lifted his shirt and couldn’t help but stared at those toned abs, the six-packs beautiful and hard. Flicking the top button of his jeans open, I pushed the offending material down his thigh, and nearly cream my pants when I saw he had gone commando. Fuck me holy motherfucker that was a fucking steel rod there!
“Like what you see?”, Yunho asked, smirking victoriously. I licked my lips and looked up, slightly dazed.
“I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight. Does it taste as good as it look?”
“I don’t know. Want to give it a try?”
“Uh-uh.”, I nodded stupidly, and headed down, kissing his rippling stomach. He convulsed, shock at the touch of my tongue.
“Jaejoong-ah, don’t tease!”, Yunho hissed out when I took my time licking his navel, my mouth pretty much fastened around the soft skin just above his proud erection. I chuckled, amused by his fervor. He was shivering by now, legs opened wide and propped up on the seat, his hands holding his knees close to his chest so I would have more space and access to what we both had in mind. I pursed my lips at him, reveling in the blush marring his cheeks, damn he’s so pretty,
“So impatient, Yunhoya.”, I teased, flicking my tongue once at the weeping bulbous pink head, the honey spreading across my tongue and making me hungry like never before. Yunho’s head snapped back as I heard him growled deep in his throat, and I couldn’t wait a second longer before pulling my lips over the delicacy I had spread in front of me. His length filled my mouth, and I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my gag reflex, taking him all the way in until I couldn’t anymore. I let him catch a breath first, before I dragged my lips upwards, licking all the way around his thick meat, tracing the blue veins with my tongue. I continued on this course for a while, sucking hard when I got to his tip and feeling my ego fed when he made this high keening sound of satisfaction. I knew then that I haven’t lost my skill even though the last time I gave anyone head was ages ago.
Never mind that I’d probably managed to bruise myself in the process, from twisting around trying to fit in the tight space between the seat and the fucking glove box uncomfortably pressed against my shoulder blades. The look Yunho gave me when I was just about to clamp my lips again around his pretty cock was a winner, and my own hard-on twitched in annoyance at the neglect. No, let’s make it memorable for Yunho. He deserved this, being a sweetheart as he had been these past two weeks.
I felt him twitched in my mouth as I fondled his balls. He moaned and began thrashing into my mouth, and pulling back before he could fuck me through my throat. I groaned deeply, sending vibrations up his length and feeling the wrinkly skin tucking up tight to his body as he came fast and hot inside my mouth, full sticky load spurted down my throat. I held him steadfast with my lips, letting him ride his orgasm to the peak and waiting for him to come down again before I let him go, his sex-face was all that I had envisioned and so much more. Beady eyes looked down at me when he finally surfaced and I shuddered, feeling a wet splotch flowering on the front of my jeans.
“That was…Jaejoong…you haven’t…let me.”, Yunho panted, pulling me up and kissing me softly. His tongue snaked inside when I gasped, obviously he could taste himself in my mouth, and that very thought sent my senses skittering in chaos again. I felt my body going tensed, and suddenly I was becoming much too aware of where he got his mouth and his hands on me. He held me close, one hand rubbing circles at my lower back and before I could comprehend anything, he had slipped the other hand through the gap of my low-slung jeans and was wrapping my stiff meat with his long fingers, his thumb intentionally brushing on the sensitive head of my cock. Everything went white a good few minutes as he kneaded me into oblivion, the earth-shattering orgasm something I had not seen coming.
Fuck, that was…incredible. Beyond incredible actually, just plain magical sparkles in rainbow colors.
I was still trembling when I finally came down from the high, body slumped on top of Yunho in my narrow BMW seat, jeans precariously low and wet from my cum. Yunho hugged me as I struggled to even out my breath, and when I finally did, he tilted my head to the side and kissed me and made me lose my breath all over again.
*
“Kim-sonsengnim?”, something tapped my shoulder as a voice infiltrated my mind and banished all thoughts of sexy Yunho. I looked up and was met with a befuddled look from my student, who had obviously stood there waiting for me to snap out of the rather inappropriate daydream I was having in the middle of the day and at work. God I need to learn how to focus again. Snap out of it, Kim Jaejoong, you’re not 21!
“Oh Taemin, sorry, please sit down. I was...”, I didn’t know what to explain to this underage boy so I just let the sentence hang like that and smiled instead, professional mask totally on display, “Did you bring your reading journal like I have asked you to?”
Lee Taemin nodded timidly as he handed over his book to me and took a seat in a chair next to mine. We were in the computer lab and I was doing some researching, wanting to find the materials for my next class.
I flipped through few pages of the journal and was impressed by the immaculate handwriting of this boy in front me. From the first look, there were some mistakes that need to be corrected but all in all, I believed Taemin was improving with his English. No more haphazard spellings of words showed that he’d been studying and getting serious about it.
“Good work, Taemin, I see you’ve been doing some reading like I’ve suggested you too.”, I opened the last few pages, smiling at the list of words written there, “Your vocabulary list is growing and I’d like to see this effort continue on. I’ll look through this and give it to you next Monday, okay?”
Taemin looked pleased, a shy smile tugging on his lips. He stood up and bowed, and with a polite greeting, walked out of the computer lab and left me to myself again. That was a close call, thank God my hands were nowhere near inappropriate place doing inappropriate things.
I sighed loudly, racking a hand through my hair in frustration. It had been three days since that night with Yunho and I can’t stop thinking about him. Although we talked every night (the talk was getting much, much more interesting now. Heh.) and saw each other at school every day, I couldn’t help but long for him, wanting to be near him again. This felt like high school all over again (yes, the irony wasn’t lost on me - we were literally in high school), where I couldn’t even look at him in class or risk blushing like an idiot and getting a hard-on in front of everyone. He made things worse by appearing handsomer and sexier every time I saw him, and maybe it was just me but I think he was getting less clumsy since the ‘thing’ in the car. Maybe I have sucked off the clumsy out of him…I giggled from the very amusing thought.
“Kim-sonsengnim?”
I swiveled in my chair and answered in a cheery voice, thinking that it was probably Lee Taemin again. My eyes went wide when I saw who was leaning against the door, and it was certainly not Lee Taemin.
“You look happy, sonsengnim.”, Yunho greeted, a wide smile plastered on his lips. I stood up and waited for him to get inside, yet he was not moving even an inch. I tilted my head to one side, trying my best to look adorable and probably failing majorly at that,
“You’re not going to come in and greet me properly?”
Yunho nodded and I saw a shy blush crept across his cheeks, God he was so damn cute, “I want to but I don’t think I should.”, I was mentally berating myself at this point - oh snap yes what are you thinking Kim you are still at school - when he piped in curiously, “…Or should I?”
He was looking at me like a whipped puppy and I just can’t resist, so I walked up to him and pulled him quickly inside, closing the door with my hip and pushing him against it as slowly as I can. Yunho was smiling so widely by now that I could see all of his perfect teeth, and it irked me that he was not losing his mind when I can’t even think straight anymore right now.
It was a quick sweep of lips on lips and just a little bit of tongue, too innocent compared to what we had done in my car few nights ago, yet it was making my knees turned into wobbly jellies, the thrill of getting caught red-handed within school vicinity were giving me indescribable pleasure. I never knew I was kinky like that.
Long seconds passed before we parted for air, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Yunho’s kiss-flushed face and I just had to kiss him again, my thumbs rubbing against the soft skin under his jaw like he was my own very big cat. He sighed against my lips, and I felt his lips quirked into a small smile.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”, I said finally, letting go of his lips. His hands around my waist felt ridiculously good, and I reveled in the feel of his hard glory sandwiched between me and the door. He smiled sweetly at me, before nipping my nose and giggling like a teenage boy,
“Thank you, Jaejoong-ah. You’re gorgeous too. So much more gorgeous that it should be illegal.”
I snorted at the lame pick-up line and Yunho chuckled some more.
“Okay, let me try that again. You’re so gorgeous…that gorgeous itself would be ashamed and goes crazy when it sees you.”
I blinked at him, stunned by the absurdly lame sentence he had uttered. I was about to be all snarky when I saw the naughty glint in his eyes - he had intentionally said that to make me smile. I giggled at last, and the shyness that I thought had left me when I turned 30 came back in full force.
“You’re impossible, Yunhoya.”
“Not impossible enough that impossible would be ashamed and runs away when it sees me.”, Yunho wiggled his eyebrows at this and grinned stupidly. I snorted, still giggling like a school girl,
“You’re crazy.”
“Not crazy enough that crazy would be ashamed and commits suicide when it sees me.”
I giggled harder, burrowing my hot face on his chest, “Stop it. That was so lame.”
“Not so lame that lame itself would be ashamed and crie-“, I stopped him with a hand over his mouth, trying hard to stop giggling.
“Stop it I say. Or else…”
Yunho cocked a brow and removed my hand from his mouth, the half-smirk half-smile that emerged so beautiful it nearly drives me insane, “Or else?”
“Or else I wouldn’t cook for you tonight.”
Both his eyebrows went up at this, and I suddenly realized what I had said. Damn it where’s my brain-mouth filter when I need one-
“You’re cooking for me?”
I fidgeted a bit before I realized…oh well, the damage was done. “I’m cooking for both of us, if you don’t mind having a simple home-cooked meal.”
Yunho smiled so sweetly at this, and I felt his grips on my hips getting tighter for a second.
“I’d love to eat your simple home-cooked meal, Jaejoong-ah.”
“So, my place at 8?”
A nod, then a frown, “Should I bring something?”
“Just bring your sexy self.”, I grinned and kissed him once before letting him go (I had to before I lose all my senses and let him fuck me in this computer lab where I swear the walls have eyes and ears), regretting the instance I couldn’t feel the heat of his body against mine. More of that tonight, I cajoled my whimpering self. Yunho turned around and walked out of the room, and I stared at his back, marveling at the strong, tall and young person that had swept me off my feet in record time.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Kim Jaejoong?”
And now I wished the walls have mouths too so they could answer me.
--[TBC]
a/n: a quick update since i can't sleep till i do so. @_@ sorry for the failed smut. *facepalms*
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | nc-17
[ one][ two][ three][ four][ five][ six]
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How did it come to this? One minute we were kissing beside Han River, the icy end of February wind wrapping around us and the next we were in my car, making out like the world ends tomorrow. To be honest, I probably knew how it came to this, since I was the one who suggested the kissing in the first place. The instance that his mouth descended upon mine, I was ablaze from head to toe, all coherent thought flying out of my brain and all I can think of was how delicious Yunho’s mouth was - slightly bitter from the coffee yet so fucking sweet because it’s him. Yunho felt good against me, his body just the right size for my hands to go around him and just the right kind of hard that my knees always go weak for. Before long, I was clutching tightly on the lapels of his sport jacket, pulling him closer and closer, nibbling his plump lower lips and trying to suck his tongue off. Minutes passed just like this, both of us savoring each other like it was the best damn thing in the world. It probably was, considering that I felt like being grilled alive just from kissing and groping Yunho all over.
I prayed to whatever deity looking over this wayward soul of mine when I didn’t lose all of my ability to think from Yunho’s skillful mouth, and managed to drag us both to my car, which fortunately, was parked near enough that we didn’t have to walk far in the uncomfortable state that we were in. My jeans felt a size too small as I shoved Yunho into the car and straddled him, enjoying the shy, restrained mewls coming out from his swollen pout, his eyes fluttering close and his jaw tensing as he fought the battle to last. God he was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful and I can’t resist kissing his face all over, just the barest of soft kisses, dragging my lips lazily along the sharp angles of his face and over the soft downy skin below his jaw. The scar under his left eyes made me go wild, and I licked the rough patch of skin, tasting his long forgotten pain and feeling myself getting harder in my pants because I just dig scars like that. He’s so pirate-sexy it hurt.
He was wearing that very cute black stud that I’ve seen him wore before, the simple round onyx begging me to suckle his earlobe. He groaned out loud and I felt a shudder course down my spine. How long had it been? My unintentional prolonged state of celibacy was making every sound that Yunho made an assault to my senses - it was like watching your favorite porn star moaning just to find out you are the one fucking him. Unff.
“Jae…Jaejoong-ah…”, Yunho panted my name harshly, and I drew back a little so I could see the way his eyes lidded and his mouth parted just slightly, and decided that I like looking at Yunho’s pre-sex face. I wonder how he look like when he orgasms, and just as the thought flit through my mind, my sneaky hand went down his hard abs to cup his arousal, so very big in my palm. I grinned a shit-eating grin as he squeaked a little and pushed his face on the crook of my neck, groaning and panting loudly. My eyes fluttered shut as he began licking my neck, like a very persistent tommy cat hungry for his fish. When he bit and sucked the flesh on my collarbone, I was just about half gone - it felt so fucking good.
Fuck fuck fuck. The heat was starting to get unbearable inside the car, so I tossed my jacket onto the back seat and helped Yunho shrugged out of his, my eyes getting twice as big at the lean physique I was straddling. I was really going to do this to him. If he didn’t tell me to stop now, I would not. Hell, I can’t. My jeans shrunk with every seconds passing, and my own cock pressed painfully against the rough, tight denim every time Yunho rolled his hips up. I felt my thigh muscles tensing up, hard and taut under Yunho’s roving hands, and God, did he just slip his hands onto my jeans’ back pocket and squeeze my ass?
“Yunhoya…”
“Mmm?”
“Are you…umm…clean?”
“Last time I checked. You?”
I nodded eagerly (hell I haven’t had sexual intercourse for years, I doubt anyone could be ‘cleaner’ than me. Pfft.), grinning confidently as I said the next words, “Good. I’m going to do things now.”
“What ‘things’?”, he smirked and asked huskily, playing along. Damn, that was sexy.
“Let me show you.”, I moaned out, my breaths cut short as he kneaded me like I was his cookie dough. I always knew those beautiful, long fingers were not for nothing.
I worked my way down, kissing his clothed chest and feeling him trembled a little underneath me. I lifted his shirt and couldn’t help but stared at those toned abs, the six-packs beautiful and hard. Flicking the top button of his jeans open, I pushed the offending material down his thigh, and nearly cream my pants when I saw he had gone commando. Fuck me holy motherfucker that was a fucking steel rod there!
“Like what you see?”, Yunho asked, smirking victoriously. I licked my lips and looked up, slightly dazed.
“I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight. Does it taste as good as it look?”
“I don’t know. Want to give it a try?”
“Uh-uh.”, I nodded stupidly, and headed down, kissing his rippling stomach. He convulsed, shock at the touch of my tongue.
“Jaejoong-ah, don’t tease!”, Yunho hissed out when I took my time licking his navel, my mouth pretty much fastened around the soft skin just above his proud erection. I chuckled, amused by his fervor. He was shivering by now, legs opened wide and propped up on the seat, his hands holding his knees close to his chest so I would have more space and access to what we both had in mind. I pursed my lips at him, reveling in the blush marring his cheeks, damn he’s so pretty,
“So impatient, Yunhoya.”, I teased, flicking my tongue once at the weeping bulbous pink head, the honey spreading across my tongue and making me hungry like never before. Yunho’s head snapped back as I heard him growled deep in his throat, and I couldn’t wait a second longer before pulling my lips over the delicacy I had spread in front of me. His length filled my mouth, and I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my gag reflex, taking him all the way in until I couldn’t anymore. I let him catch a breath first, before I dragged my lips upwards, licking all the way around his thick meat, tracing the blue veins with my tongue. I continued on this course for a while, sucking hard when I got to his tip and feeling my ego fed when he made this high keening sound of satisfaction. I knew then that I haven’t lost my skill even though the last time I gave anyone head was ages ago.
Never mind that I’d probably managed to bruise myself in the process, from twisting around trying to fit in the tight space between the seat and the fucking glove box uncomfortably pressed against my shoulder blades. The look Yunho gave me when I was just about to clamp my lips again around his pretty cock was a winner, and my own hard-on twitched in annoyance at the neglect. No, let’s make it memorable for Yunho. He deserved this, being a sweetheart as he had been these past two weeks.
I felt him twitched in my mouth as I fondled his balls. He moaned and began thrashing into my mouth, and pulling back before he could fuck me through my throat. I groaned deeply, sending vibrations up his length and feeling the wrinkly skin tucking up tight to his body as he came fast and hot inside my mouth, full sticky load spurted down my throat. I held him steadfast with my lips, letting him ride his orgasm to the peak and waiting for him to come down again before I let him go, his sex-face was all that I had envisioned and so much more. Beady eyes looked down at me when he finally surfaced and I shuddered, feeling a wet splotch flowering on the front of my jeans.
“That was…Jaejoong…you haven’t…let me.”, Yunho panted, pulling me up and kissing me softly. His tongue snaked inside when I gasped, obviously he could taste himself in my mouth, and that very thought sent my senses skittering in chaos again. I felt my body going tensed, and suddenly I was becoming much too aware of where he got his mouth and his hands on me. He held me close, one hand rubbing circles at my lower back and before I could comprehend anything, he had slipped the other hand through the gap of my low-slung jeans and was wrapping my stiff meat with his long fingers, his thumb intentionally brushing on the sensitive head of my cock. Everything went white a good few minutes as he kneaded me into oblivion, the earth-shattering orgasm something I had not seen coming.
Fuck, that was…incredible. Beyond incredible actually, just plain magical sparkles in rainbow colors.
I was still trembling when I finally came down from the high, body slumped on top of Yunho in my narrow BMW seat, jeans precariously low and wet from my cum. Yunho hugged me as I struggled to even out my breath, and when I finally did, he tilted my head to the side and kissed me and made me lose my breath all over again.
*
“Kim-sonsengnim?”, something tapped my shoulder as a voice infiltrated my mind and banished all thoughts of sexy Yunho. I looked up and was met with a befuddled look from my student, who had obviously stood there waiting for me to snap out of the rather inappropriate daydream I was having in the middle of the day and at work. God I need to learn how to focus again. Snap out of it, Kim Jaejoong, you’re not 21!
“Oh Taemin, sorry, please sit down. I was...”, I didn’t know what to explain to this underage boy so I just let the sentence hang like that and smiled instead, professional mask totally on display, “Did you bring your reading journal like I have asked you to?”
Lee Taemin nodded timidly as he handed over his book to me and took a seat in a chair next to mine. We were in the computer lab and I was doing some researching, wanting to find the materials for my next class.
I flipped through few pages of the journal and was impressed by the immaculate handwriting of this boy in front me. From the first look, there were some mistakes that need to be corrected but all in all, I believed Taemin was improving with his English. No more haphazard spellings of words showed that he’d been studying and getting serious about it.
“Good work, Taemin, I see you’ve been doing some reading like I’ve suggested you too.”, I opened the last few pages, smiling at the list of words written there, “Your vocabulary list is growing and I’d like to see this effort continue on. I’ll look through this and give it to you next Monday, okay?”
Taemin looked pleased, a shy smile tugging on his lips. He stood up and bowed, and with a polite greeting, walked out of the computer lab and left me to myself again. That was a close call, thank God my hands were nowhere near inappropriate place doing inappropriate things.
I sighed loudly, racking a hand through my hair in frustration. It had been three days since that night with Yunho and I can’t stop thinking about him. Although we talked every night (the talk was getting much, much more interesting now. Heh.) and saw each other at school every day, I couldn’t help but long for him, wanting to be near him again. This felt like high school all over again (yes, the irony wasn’t lost on me - we were literally in high school), where I couldn’t even look at him in class or risk blushing like an idiot and getting a hard-on in front of everyone. He made things worse by appearing handsomer and sexier every time I saw him, and maybe it was just me but I think he was getting less clumsy since the ‘thing’ in the car. Maybe I have sucked off the clumsy out of him…I giggled from the very amusing thought.
“Kim-sonsengnim?”
I swiveled in my chair and answered in a cheery voice, thinking that it was probably Lee Taemin again. My eyes went wide when I saw who was leaning against the door, and it was certainly not Lee Taemin.
“You look happy, sonsengnim.”, Yunho greeted, a wide smile plastered on his lips. I stood up and waited for him to get inside, yet he was not moving even an inch. I tilted my head to one side, trying my best to look adorable and probably failing majorly at that,
“You’re not going to come in and greet me properly?”
Yunho nodded and I saw a shy blush crept across his cheeks, God he was so damn cute, “I want to but I don’t think I should.”, I was mentally berating myself at this point - oh snap yes what are you thinking Kim you are still at school - when he piped in curiously, “…Or should I?”
He was looking at me like a whipped puppy and I just can’t resist, so I walked up to him and pulled him quickly inside, closing the door with my hip and pushing him against it as slowly as I can. Yunho was smiling so widely by now that I could see all of his perfect teeth, and it irked me that he was not losing his mind when I can’t even think straight anymore right now.
It was a quick sweep of lips on lips and just a little bit of tongue, too innocent compared to what we had done in my car few nights ago, yet it was making my knees turned into wobbly jellies, the thrill of getting caught red-handed within school vicinity were giving me indescribable pleasure. I never knew I was kinky like that.
Long seconds passed before we parted for air, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Yunho’s kiss-flushed face and I just had to kiss him again, my thumbs rubbing against the soft skin under his jaw like he was my own very big cat. He sighed against my lips, and I felt his lips quirked into a small smile.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”, I said finally, letting go of his lips. His hands around my waist felt ridiculously good, and I reveled in the feel of his hard glory sandwiched between me and the door. He smiled sweetly at me, before nipping my nose and giggling like a teenage boy,
“Thank you, Jaejoong-ah. You’re gorgeous too. So much more gorgeous that it should be illegal.”
I snorted at the lame pick-up line and Yunho chuckled some more.
“Okay, let me try that again. You’re so gorgeous…that gorgeous itself would be ashamed and goes crazy when it sees you.”
I blinked at him, stunned by the absurdly lame sentence he had uttered. I was about to be all snarky when I saw the naughty glint in his eyes - he had intentionally said that to make me smile. I giggled at last, and the shyness that I thought had left me when I turned 30 came back in full force.
“You’re impossible, Yunhoya.”
“Not impossible enough that impossible would be ashamed and runs away when it sees me.”, Yunho wiggled his eyebrows at this and grinned stupidly. I snorted, still giggling like a school girl,
“You’re crazy.”
“Not crazy enough that crazy would be ashamed and commits suicide when it sees me.”
I giggled harder, burrowing my hot face on his chest, “Stop it. That was so lame.”
“Not so lame that lame itself would be ashamed and crie-“, I stopped him with a hand over his mouth, trying hard to stop giggling.
“Stop it I say. Or else…”
Yunho cocked a brow and removed my hand from his mouth, the half-smirk half-smile that emerged so beautiful it nearly drives me insane, “Or else?”
“Or else I wouldn’t cook for you tonight.”
Both his eyebrows went up at this, and I suddenly realized what I had said. Damn it where’s my brain-mouth filter when I need one-
“You’re cooking for me?”
I fidgeted a bit before I realized…oh well, the damage was done. “I’m cooking for both of us, if you don’t mind having a simple home-cooked meal.”
Yunho smiled so sweetly at this, and I felt his grips on my hips getting tighter for a second.
“I’d love to eat your simple home-cooked meal, Jaejoong-ah.”
“So, my place at 8?”
A nod, then a frown, “Should I bring something?”
“Just bring your sexy self.”, I grinned and kissed him once before letting him go (I had to before I lose all my senses and let him fuck me in this computer lab where I swear the walls have eyes and ears), regretting the instance I couldn’t feel the heat of his body against mine. More of that tonight, I cajoled my whimpering self. Yunho turned around and walked out of the room, and I stared at his back, marveling at the strong, tall and young person that had swept me off my feet in record time.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Kim Jaejoong?”
And now I wished the walls have mouths too so they could answer me.
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a/n: a quick update since i can't sleep till i do so. @_@ sorry for the failed smut. *facepalms*