|| A bed of roses and other nonsense
Sin. Sinners. This was amazing and awful at the same time, from the tone of Jaejoong’s voice to the way he took Min Jun into his mouth. Making the elf arch his back and let out the smallest sounds. He had wanted this for so long and to experience it was like he was dreaming only ten times better. The heat and the moist mouth, tongue against his sensitive slit. The elf did not know what to do with himself as he pressed one hand against his face, hiding his face as lips parted in silent moans until Jaejoong lead his hand to his locks of hair and the prince barely pressed as he guided Jaejoong onto his member.
His feet hanging in the air as his thighs touched the shoulders of the beautiful, beautiful male. His ears twitching at the sounds that came from the other elf and he slowly removed his hands to look at Jaejoong, making small sounds at the expression of the other. And Goddess he loved him so. Member twitching when it was touched by cold air again and Min Jun swallowing. “I learned-” He mumbled weakly as he stared at the male taking him again and then wincing, he was so sensitive. Pulling away from Jaejoong and sitting up as he, unsure, reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind the other’s ear. Biting the tip of his tongue before sitting a little closer. “Let me…“ he mumbled before leaning in and kissing Jaejoong again, shyness returning as he pressed into the kiss. His member standing up, hardened and the tip darkened from all the blood that rushed to it.
One hand wandered down and touched Jaejoong, first through the layers of fabric before the hand, very slowly, reached inside the pants of the male. Wrapping his hands around the member, soft digits touching the hot skin as they moved very slowly before Min Jun pulled away from the kiss. looking at Jaejoong through his lashes as he pulled the pants down, just enough to free the other’s erection.
He was nervous, of course he was, but he thought even this was beautiful. How awful was he and how much did he sound like one of those romance novels as he thought about this, watching his own hand moving now and listening to the breathing of the other male. He swallowed and pushed some of his hair away from his hair before leaning in and giving a very experimental lick over Jaejoong’s tip. Salty and tasting strange but not bad, he let out a trembling breath before parting his lips and taking the tip inside of his mouth. Breathing out as he slowly took in a little more of Jaejoong, One hand on the bed, giving him some stability and the other hand holding the erection as he moved his head very slowly up and down. Shyly rubbing his tongue against the base of the other’s member and letting out a small moan against the hot flesh.
Jaejoong was not used to being given something free of any expectation to return it. The illusion of his love, his affection, the physical pleasure -- they were always bargains, never gifts. If he wanted something he had to give it first, and so the noise of protest that escaped the halfblood’s lips upon being pulled back up was half a noise of confusion too. Let him? But it had been nothing more than a playful question without any need for an answer; Jaejoong’s lips trailing kisses down the other’s stomach long before he even got the chance to reply. All whispers of ‘You don’t have to’ were silenced by a kiss before the younger even got the chance to speak -- lips immediately molding into the soft, heartshaped ones that moved against his own.
He tasted sweet, full of promises and an innocence which the halfblood himself had lost a long time ago; perhaps never even possessed at all. “If you’re certain,” he mumbled quietly once they parted just enough to catch their breaths, dark brown eyes remaining focused on the prince’s mouth as everything within him seemed to rebel against bringing the slightest inch of distance between them. Jaejoong wouldn’t be able to explain how part of him felt like he hadn’t earned this; the way Min Jun’s hand slid beneath the fabric of his pants and touched him, the way he made his breath hitch very softly in his throat and his heart beat even quicker in his chest. It felt like something new, this anticipation of knowing that for once he was allowed to relax and simply take.
The servant bit his lip as his pants were tugged down, body arching slightly as he leaned back on his hands and allowed his fingers to dig into the sheets, half in an attempt to keep himself from reaching out for the prince once again. Thighs of light grey tensed visibly with the effort to hold himself perfectly still and to not buck into the grasp of Min Jun’s fingers around his erection; even more so, as soon as the other leaned down with obvious intent. Oh nightmother ..
There was something utterly thrilling and powerful about being someone’s first. Jaejoong had loved the feeling when he first took the prince into his mouth and when he first pushed him over the edge and made him come, but this, this was a different kind of power -- corrupting and sinful and perfect. A soft, airy moan escaped the halfblood’s lips at the first touch of Min Jun’s tongue against his arousal, but the sound only rose from an even deeper spot in his throat, louder this time, as the prince’s lips wrapped hot and wet around him. Jaejoong had thought about this picture more often than he would admit to anyone, but by the gods, his imagination had nothing on the real experience.
Min Jun was shy, tentative in his movements, causing the younger to cup his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over grey skin in an encouraging caress. “Yes, like that ..” his voice came out in a hoarse whisper, thick with need and the restraint it took to keep his hips still. But what really made it hard to not thrust up into Min Jun’s mouth was the moan that left his lips, reverberating against his erection and ultimately causing the halfblood’s spine to arch back until his body eased into the sheets behind him; legs stretching out and spreading a little further to give the other enough room. The High Elvish curses which had escaped him in response were too breathy and soft to be heard, irrelevant to even Jaejoong himself, because his senses were too focused on the night elf in front of him to care for anything else.
Guiding Min Jun’s hand to tighten his grip a little, he otherwise left him completely free reign to do whatever he liked; his other arm stretched out above his head to grasp into the soft pillows above his head. The noises coming from his lips, gasps and throaty moans, were both signs of quickly building pleasure as well as the frustration of having to hold back, but Jaejoong welcomed the tight coiling sensation in his stomach and the way his thighs remained tense, muscles pulled taut with the effort to keep still. The only thing that would kill him right now, or so it felt, would be to stop altogether.