#say yo

[letstwist-iris]

let’s get swag!

[joonguar]

∞

Now, this is somebody he doesn’t know, someone who perhaps may have not even seen him naked before, so Jaejoong can’t let them down, right? Had to leave some appeal for his videos, yes?

Already with his shirt pulled off, Jaejoong smiles brightly while his hands go down to his belt buckle… then his fly… then his waistband to pull it down…

And that’s when he turns around at the last second, right before she can get a glimpse of what he’s got, so that she gets a view of his tattooed back and his butt instead. 

[joonguar]

∞

Grinning, but with a curiosity in his eyes as he notices the friend watching, Jaejoong’s still in underwear and socks as he leans closer to the window. Inhaling, he puts his mouth right to the surface to huff out a breath, coating the glass with condensation. In that little cloud, he draws out the words for Yunho to read. 

‘PERVERT’

[joonguar]

∞

He doesn’t glance over initially, and when he finally does notice he’s being watched, Kanata is unfortunately already hurrying away! What a bother! Attempting to get their attention back, Jaejoong presses himself up to the window (his nipple piercing clacking into the surface), waving his hands and shouting out to the friend (although obviously he can’t be heard through the glass and distance) for them to at least wave back. 

Never mind the fact that he’s completely buck naked. 

Anyways, if he could, he’d want to get Kanata to strip too~.

[joonguar]

Honey and Lemon - My muse is in bed, sneezing, and wanting to be nursed back to health. // IN YUNHOS BED OK

“No. No! Not you! Why are you here!?”

The protests are accompanied by Jonghyun’s attempt to hide, like he could burry himself away from Jaejoong’s presence in the blankets or something. 

Jaejoong just stands there with hands on his hips and huffs at the silly young man. Why, Kim Jaejoong is a fabulous human to have as your nurse! He’s caring and loving and gentle but firm oh yes firm and good with his hands and fingers-

NO. Wait. Jaejoong shakes his head to get rid of that brewing idea for a porno. He might be wanting to get himself into directing or perhaps just writing for them but this isn’t the time! 

Coming back to himself, Jaejoong blinks blankly at the very distrustful glare he’s being given from the hooded sickly dongsaeng in the bed. Sighing, rolling his eyes, and throwing his hands up to let them clap down against his sides, Jaejoong comes over to the bed to sit down on the side of it, not touching Jonghyun, but close enough to make the younger draw the blankets around him tighter.

Wanting to pet at the young man’s hair to soothe him, the porn star has to settle for petting the shorter bedridden guy with the blanket as a barrier. He hopes it helps a little anyways. 

“Yun-ah had to go out and do that business crap, the stuff that makes him rich, you know?” Jaejoong says lightly, the curse rolling out of his mouth more like an every day word. “He’ll be back soon enough to deal with your grouchy. So lets just get along, okay? I’m even going to ignore how mean you’ve been to me until know because you’re sick and I shouldn’t be mean to someone thats sick…”

He adds on the second bit like he has to remind himself of this fact, but there’s still a linger of hopefulness in his expression like maybe Jonghyun will take up this chance to bond their friendship?

[joonguar]

Expresso

Expresso - It’s early in the morning and my muse needs to wake up.

Well. Jaejoong at least made it to the coffee shop. 

He just didn’t make it to the counter.

Or actually ordering the coffee he so desperately required and came here for. Instead, there’s a man in a very expensive leather jacket and a pair of artfully shredded jeans passed out over one of the outdoor tables at the cafe. Drooling all over his arm that’s stuck underneath his head for support. 

Somehow, despite appearing so completely submerged in a post-party-night sleep, all that’s required outside the regular sound of conversation around him is the gentle tapping of a to go cup on the table top next to him.

Actually it might have been the smell of something with an excessive number of espresso shots in its mix that woke him but whatever. 

Opening his tired eyes, the makeup he’d applied heavily for the clubs doesn’t do too much to hide those telltale bags under his eyes anymore, Jaejoong peers up confused at the person standing beside him. From his angle they initially look like they’re all sideways and wrong with gravity, until he realizes that he’s the one laying his head down. Eyes squinting in a combination of confusion and weariness of the bright sunny morning, the nightlife loving man opens his previously parted mouth further to speak, his voice coming in a tired crumble of his usual velvet husky tone. 

“Is that for…?” he doesn’t get so far as to say ‘me’ but he does let an imploring depth slip into his gaze, something hopeful for the kindness of a stranger. 

[joonguar]

Earl Grey with Chocolate Whiskey! [ I didn't even look at these omg! spontaneouss. ]

Earl Grey Tea - Your muse sits down with mine to have a nice cup of tea.

“Is this seat taken?”

That’s the question that has Jaejoong raising his head from the phone in his lap to the sight of a younger person peering at him with that sort of hopeful yet tentative expression that Jaejoong himself knew he wore when he said something to people he didn’t know. Or, well, actually now that he notices she looks a little bit nervous too but–

Oh right he’s forgetting to answer. Which might be why her expression has gone a little worried. 

“Ah its fine! Nobody taking that place,” he replies quickly, giving the young woman a warm smile, his eyes tracking her movements as she sits, Jaejoong unable to help his curiosity. He doesn’t even take a chance to look around and see if its too busy for a place of her own at the cafe or not, just keeps his gaze on her, getting to know her in his own way of observations. Starting up conversation isn’t his best endeavor, he’s not full of witty words in that way, but should she give him any kind of start on it, well, he’s liable to carry the conversation once its going well enough. 

Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.

“Say you came you really came!” he shouts over the music, voice losing some of its usual tickling velvet depth as it goes up in volume, which means it also goes up in pitch without his intention. That change though simply shows just how eager he is for the new friend he made over tea of all things to actually show up on the scene Jaejoong had invited her to. The fact that this is a gay bar matters little to Jaejoong, he’d invited her just to give her a new experience after all! 

“I told you it would be a good time I’m so glad you came I promise to make it fun so do you-”

Jaejoong stops, arm slinging wide mid-drape over her shoulders, his entire body stilling while his brain attempts to compute whats in front of him: she’s already holding up a pair of shot glasses in her hands.

Jaejoong’s animated surprise shifts back into a smile not a moment after, but this time that eager smile curls into something of a grinning deviant. Taking one of the shots she’s holding out to him, Jaejoong couldn’t ever be upset by an offering to get drunk. 

“Make it like a Ke$ha style party tonight?” he says with that same grin, referencing one of his favorite club music singers. 

Chocolate - Your muse finds mine naked in their bedroom.

A bed. 

A bed means blankets. 

A bed means warmth. 

So why the hell would he ever need clothes in a cozy place like that?

This is Jaejoong’s logic for anywhere clothes aren’t strictly required. If the man had it his way, clothes would become an option in life, not a social necessity. Being naked was far more comfortable and easier in his mind, not to mention he wanted as many people to appreciate his existence as he was able to find, and more often than not, people thought pretty well of his naked self. Its this same naked self that he’s now rolling around in Irene’s bed, enjoying the feeling of his smooth shaven skin sliding along the sheets and blankets, to the point that he lets out a continuous pleased hum from his throat, Jaejoong’s rendition of a purr. 

Drunk and happy to delve into sensation and nothing else, Jaejoong doesn’t fight how his eyes shut thanks to his inebriated state, it only helps to make it all feel that much better anyways, putting away sight and going just to touch. Having stripped his clothes as soon as he’d fumbled himself onto the bed while his new friend was in the bathroom, Jaejoong waits for her to get in the bed too. Too used to being naked and knowing people that put up with his want for snuggling and kissing, drunk as he is, Jaejoong doesn’t have a worry cross his mind that this new friend is going to appreciate that particular behavior too. 

[joonguar]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Unlike how he’d usually respond to someone asking for kisses, which would be an immediate use of his lips on their body, Jaejoong lingers it out this time by teasing Yunho initially. He’s got his hands holding the other’s biceps so that if Yunho leans away Jaejoong can try to keep him there, which will probably happen because for the first three times Jaejoong himself leans in as if to start the game, he draws back at the last second instead to laugh. He even goes so far as to slip his tongue along his lips like he’s meaning to stuff it somewhere or possibly lick Yunho of all things. Yet when he actually does apply the kisses, they’re done in quick little pecks, nothing insinuating about them.

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Ear: Temptation

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Nape: Deep Attachment