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Fic: "The Pain of Pleasure" ("Truth's Out," Part 2/?), (YunJae)
Summary: This is a loose continuation of an earlier fic I posted titled “Truth’s Out.” Yunho still isn’t taking things well. Inspired by this song.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Angry sex
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Disclaimer: The TVXQ members belong to themselves. All other rights belong to S.M. Entertainment, Avex, C-JeS and Time Warner Entertainment.
“This isn’t what I came for,” Yunho breathes as he tries to ignore the skilled mouth making its way down his neck.
“This is why I called you,” Jaejoong answers. “And you knew that. That’s why you came.”
“No, it’s wrong … I can’t —”
“Shut up,” Jaejoong orders and brings their lips together in a kiss. He pushes against the taller man, grinding their hips until he can feel the poke of Yunho’s erection pressing into him. He abuses his mouth — biting and invading — in an attempt to get the other to push back.
And he does. Just like he used to. They stumble together across Jaejoong’s empty (lonely) living room until they land on his couch. Jaejoong’s neck is pressed uncomfortably against the arm, but he ignores it.
Yunho props himself above him, his control lost in his hunger, and wastes no time in pushing Jaejoong’s pants down to his knees and slipping a hand into his boxers. Jaejoong is still tense, still strung tight with need, when cold rough fingers push into him. He hisses, but Yunho just shoves in further.
“Stop it,” he spits out. He’s angry and embarrassed now. Angry that he still reacts so strongly to Jaejoong’s touch and embarrassed that Jaejoong knew he would. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong doesn’t answer. He clinches his teeth and bears down tighter. Two fingers become three and soon he is being fucked by Yunho’s hand. It moves too fast and his body burns, but Jaejoong won’t stop it. Not as long as Yunho wants it.
But it’s not enough — for either of them — and he begins to mewl for more.
“Yunho-yah,” he breathes. “Come on. Do it. Do it. Do it.” He begins repeating the words, a mindless mantra that grows less proud with each recitation. He runs his hand down the front of Yunho’s jeans, palming the erection straining against the fabric.
Yunho bucks against his hand before shoving it away and hurrying to undo his zipper. He rises from the couch, only long enough to pull his and Jaejoong’s pants completely off, before collapsing back onto him. He groans at the sensation of Jaejoong’s naked cock rubbing against his.
“You missed this,” Jaejoong pants. “And you can’t deny you don’t want this, either.”
At his words, Yunho’s nostrils flare in silent rage. He glares down at the man underneath him. Without a word, he spits onto his fingers, pulls Jaejoong’s legs apart and slathers the hot saliva around the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. Without warning, he places the head of his cock and pushes completely into the smaller man. Jaejoong can’t stop the tears that come to his eyes and he grabs onto Yunho.
The sex is like everything else Jaejoong has produced since they parted: Unfamiliar and marred by the shadow of his hurt. But it’s still beautiful. He moans softly as Yunho moves inside him, a mix of pain and pleasure. He lifts his hips off the couch slightly, rising to meet Yunho’s thrusts. Yunho grabs his thighs, fingers bruising the pale skin, and pulls himself closer, deeper.
Yunho is being a selfish lover, so Jaejoong has to attend to his own needs. He wraps his hand around himself and begins to jack himself off in time with Yunho’s thrusts.
There’s no talking, no words, no hushed whispers of love or beauty. Jaejoong knows he shouldn’t ask for it, not from the man who’s only interested in taking and hurting, but he does.
“Say you love me,” he pleads.
Yunho, who’s still holding himself above him as to not get too close, turns his head to look away. Jaejoong doesn’t ask again.
Yunho cums, hot and messy inside of him, still fucking Jaejoong through his climax. When he finishes, however, he pulls out and turns away from the sight of Jaejoong still pleasuring himself.
Jaejoong turns away, too, and hides his face in the couch. And a few minutes later, when he cums over his own hand, he feels no satisfaction.
When he turns back, Yunho is already standing, completely dressed and looking as imposing as ever. His eyes flicker toward Jaejoong before he flushes in humiliation and moves toward the door.
Jaejoong can’t let him leave. Not like this.
“Just say you don’t hate me,” he calls out. His voice is rough and he hopes Yunho thinks it’s from the sex and not from the sobs he’s fighting to keep down. “Please don’t hate me.”
Yunho pauses at the door a moment and Jaejoong expects him to walk out without answering.
“I don’t hate you,” he replies, voice even and unreadable. “I just hate this.” He opens the door to Jaejoong’s apartment and, without a look back, slams it behind him.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Angry sex
Beta:
ligerligerDisclaimer: The TVXQ members belong to themselves. All other rights belong to S.M. Entertainment, Avex, C-JeS and Time Warner Entertainment.
“This isn’t what I came for,” Yunho breathes as he tries to ignore the skilled mouth making its way down his neck.
“This is why I called you,” Jaejoong answers. “And you knew that. That’s why you came.”
“No, it’s wrong … I can’t —”
“Shut up,” Jaejoong orders and brings their lips together in a kiss. He pushes against the taller man, grinding their hips until he can feel the poke of Yunho’s erection pressing into him. He abuses his mouth — biting and invading — in an attempt to get the other to push back.
And he does. Just like he used to. They stumble together across Jaejoong’s empty (lonely) living room until they land on his couch. Jaejoong’s neck is pressed uncomfortably against the arm, but he ignores it.
Yunho props himself above him, his control lost in his hunger, and wastes no time in pushing Jaejoong’s pants down to his knees and slipping a hand into his boxers. Jaejoong is still tense, still strung tight with need, when cold rough fingers push into him. He hisses, but Yunho just shoves in further.
“Stop it,” he spits out. He’s angry and embarrassed now. Angry that he still reacts so strongly to Jaejoong’s touch and embarrassed that Jaejoong knew he would. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong doesn’t answer. He clinches his teeth and bears down tighter. Two fingers become three and soon he is being fucked by Yunho’s hand. It moves too fast and his body burns, but Jaejoong won’t stop it. Not as long as Yunho wants it.
But it’s not enough — for either of them — and he begins to mewl for more.
“Yunho-yah,” he breathes. “Come on. Do it. Do it. Do it.” He begins repeating the words, a mindless mantra that grows less proud with each recitation. He runs his hand down the front of Yunho’s jeans, palming the erection straining against the fabric.
Yunho bucks against his hand before shoving it away and hurrying to undo his zipper. He rises from the couch, only long enough to pull his and Jaejoong’s pants completely off, before collapsing back onto him. He groans at the sensation of Jaejoong’s naked cock rubbing against his.
“You missed this,” Jaejoong pants. “And you can’t deny you don’t want this, either.”
At his words, Yunho’s nostrils flare in silent rage. He glares down at the man underneath him. Without a word, he spits onto his fingers, pulls Jaejoong’s legs apart and slathers the hot saliva around the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. Without warning, he places the head of his cock and pushes completely into the smaller man. Jaejoong can’t stop the tears that come to his eyes and he grabs onto Yunho.
The sex is like everything else Jaejoong has produced since they parted: Unfamiliar and marred by the shadow of his hurt. But it’s still beautiful. He moans softly as Yunho moves inside him, a mix of pain and pleasure. He lifts his hips off the couch slightly, rising to meet Yunho’s thrusts. Yunho grabs his thighs, fingers bruising the pale skin, and pulls himself closer, deeper.
Yunho is being a selfish lover, so Jaejoong has to attend to his own needs. He wraps his hand around himself and begins to jack himself off in time with Yunho’s thrusts.
There’s no talking, no words, no hushed whispers of love or beauty. Jaejoong knows he shouldn’t ask for it, not from the man who’s only interested in taking and hurting, but he does.
“Say you love me,” he pleads.
Yunho, who’s still holding himself above him as to not get too close, turns his head to look away. Jaejoong doesn’t ask again.
Yunho cums, hot and messy inside of him, still fucking Jaejoong through his climax. When he finishes, however, he pulls out and turns away from the sight of Jaejoong still pleasuring himself.
Jaejoong turns away, too, and hides his face in the couch. And a few minutes later, when he cums over his own hand, he feels no satisfaction.
When he turns back, Yunho is already standing, completely dressed and looking as imposing as ever. His eyes flicker toward Jaejoong before he flushes in humiliation and moves toward the door.
Jaejoong can’t let him leave. Not like this.
“Just say you don’t hate me,” he calls out. His voice is rough and he hopes Yunho thinks it’s from the sex and not from the sobs he’s fighting to keep down. “Please don’t hate me.”
Yunho pauses at the door a moment and Jaejoong expects him to walk out without answering.
“I don’t hate you,” he replies, voice even and unreadable. “I just hate this.” He opens the door to Jaejoong’s apartment and, without a look back, slams it behind him.
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OMG your happy emoticon at the end cracked me up.no subject
it's so hard for both of them but yunho is acting like an asshole...
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My heart just breaks for JJ here. He just wants to be loved by the person he loves the most. YH being such a scaredy cat. Stop living a lie. Just be out and proud baby!
Will there be another sequel to this?
I hope so.
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sad....but i like it...
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Thank you for reading. =D
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