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Title: Massāji
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
The mixture of dance practice for 5 hours and then eating an entire pot of curry nabe afterward left him with a sore, full, and now cramping belly.
His bed is much to far to drag his tired ass so he collapses on the couch like a bag of wet sand. He groans, rubbing his swollen belly delicately with the tips of his fingers. It must have been a loud groan because Jaejoong soon appears, a concerned look on his face.
“Yunho-ya, what’s wrong? You sick?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.
“Tummy hurts.” He says and does that pouty thing with his bottom lip that makes Jaejoong want to jump him.
Jaejoong makes a face and lifts Yunho’s legs off the couch to sit under them.
“Want me to rub it?” He asks innocently.
“No, it’s okay, your hands are cold.” Yunho says, a complete lie.
“But I heard ice was good for cramps.” Jaejoong replies, poking one of his fingers under Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho jumps because to his surprise, Jaejoong’s hands are in fact freezing.
Jaejoong giggles arily and moves to get more of his hands under Yunho’s shirt, he knocks one of Yunho’s legs off the couch and kneels between them. He presses both of his hands flat against Yunho’s abdomen and then smiles when he feels Yunho shiver under him.
He presses harder, Yunho grunts and shifts slightly. Jaejoong loves this, he loves exploring Yunho’s body and watching his reactions as he does it. He rucks Yunho’s shirt up just under his pecs. The second Jaejoong gets his hands on Yunho’s tits, it’s game over and he is far too tired to start something at this time of night.
“What happened to your abs?” Jaejoong asks, splaying his fingers, genuinely curious. Yunho’s tummy is pale and flat, yet still compact as always, he doesn’t minds a smooth Yunho though, not one bit.
“Too much beef curry, not enough yuba.” he grits out when Jaejoong runs his hand firmly under his ribcage, like he’s trying to saw him in half.
“When’s the last time I saw you shirtless? I can’t even remember, we’ve been so busy.” Jaejoong continues, pressing his thumbs into him, just below his belly button.
“…Must have been,” Yunho thinks between grunts of discomfort. “that one night in Hokkaido.”
“No that doesn’t count the lights were off.” Jaejoong is now digging his thumbs into his belly button, making his wince.
“Osaka?” Yunho exhales.
“I was drunk I don’t remember.” Jaejoong says plainly, palm crushing into Yunho’s pubic bone.
“Fukuoka then.” Yunho utters throatily, gripping the couch cushions.
“…So long ago, almost three months.” Jaejoong sighs. He wishes he had oil, it would take away the drag of his hands on Yunho’s skin, but oil would also cause things to get out of hand.
He softens his massage, gently rubbing up and down his abdomen, his sides, and his hips. Yunho’s eyes begin to droop shut and soon enough he’s sound asleep and breathing deeply.
Satisfied, Jaejoong rearranges Yunho’s shirt and grabs a blanket. He wraps them both up and nestles in close next to him, after he settles, he hears Yunho’s tummy grumble a quite thank you.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
The mixture of dance practice for 5 hours and then eating an entire pot of curry nabe afterward left him with a sore, full, and now cramping belly.
His bed is much to far to drag his tired ass so he collapses on the couch like a bag of wet sand. He groans, rubbing his swollen belly delicately with the tips of his fingers. It must have been a loud groan because Jaejoong soon appears, a concerned look on his face.
“Yunho-ya, what’s wrong? You sick?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.
“Tummy hurts.” He says and does that pouty thing with his bottom lip that makes Jaejoong want to jump him.
Jaejoong makes a face and lifts Yunho’s legs off the couch to sit under them.
“Want me to rub it?” He asks innocently.
“No, it’s okay, your hands are cold.” Yunho says, a complete lie.
“But I heard ice was good for cramps.” Jaejoong replies, poking one of his fingers under Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho jumps because to his surprise, Jaejoong’s hands are in fact freezing.
Jaejoong giggles arily and moves to get more of his hands under Yunho’s shirt, he knocks one of Yunho’s legs off the couch and kneels between them. He presses both of his hands flat against Yunho’s abdomen and then smiles when he feels Yunho shiver under him.
He presses harder, Yunho grunts and shifts slightly. Jaejoong loves this, he loves exploring Yunho’s body and watching his reactions as he does it. He rucks Yunho’s shirt up just under his pecs. The second Jaejoong gets his hands on Yunho’s tits, it’s game over and he is far too tired to start something at this time of night.
“What happened to your abs?” Jaejoong asks, splaying his fingers, genuinely curious. Yunho’s tummy is pale and flat, yet still compact as always, he doesn’t minds a smooth Yunho though, not one bit.
“Too much beef curry, not enough yuba.” he grits out when Jaejoong runs his hand firmly under his ribcage, like he’s trying to saw him in half.
“When’s the last time I saw you shirtless? I can’t even remember, we’ve been so busy.” Jaejoong continues, pressing his thumbs into him, just below his belly button.
“…Must have been,” Yunho thinks between grunts of discomfort. “that one night in Hokkaido.”
“No that doesn’t count the lights were off.” Jaejoong is now digging his thumbs into his belly button, making his wince.
“Osaka?” Yunho exhales.
“I was drunk I don’t remember.” Jaejoong says plainly, palm crushing into Yunho’s pubic bone.
“Fukuoka then.” Yunho utters throatily, gripping the couch cushions.
“…So long ago, almost three months.” Jaejoong sighs. He wishes he had oil, it would take away the drag of his hands on Yunho’s skin, but oil would also cause things to get out of hand.
He softens his massage, gently rubbing up and down his abdomen, his sides, and his hips. Yunho’s eyes begin to droop shut and soon enough he’s sound asleep and breathing deeply.
Satisfied, Jaejoong rearranges Yunho’s shirt and grabs a blanket. He wraps them both up and nestles in close next to him, after he settles, he hears Yunho’s tummy grumble a quite thank you.