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Suck Pet: A DomCo Story

The DomCo stories are filled with a lot of odd little side characters, like Cindy, Honey Cunt, Valerie or Harmony. All of these characters have their own stories. Sometimes it's fun to take a look at what put those characters into the positions that they are in at the time of the story. One of those characters is Suck Pet, the girl who trains Kayla when she starts work at DomCo. With the next Korrupting Kayla book coming, it seemed an appropriate time to go into a bit of backstory on Master Johnson's slutty assistant. One day, perhaps she'll get a full story of her own. For now, I hope you'll enjoy the story of the girl that was once Samantha.

This story contains themes of nonconsent

Samantha had several complaints about her new job at DomCo.

“I had to take my panties off all day!” she complained after her second day at work.

“According to your boss,” her father said, “You threw your panties away, like some kind of slut.”

“They were wet!” Samantha cried. “They make me drink this stuff that makes me get… wet. I don’t like that place. It’s weird.”

“Sam,” her mother said, shaking her head, “Every office has a little good-natured hazing. They’re a giant company and they do important work. They’re all over the TV and the radio. Do you honestly think a place like that is up to no good?”

Her father had nodded and agreed, adding, “I don’t want to hear anymore of this quitting talk. You’re going to get a solid resume at this place, or you’re going to find your own place to live.”

Samantha had cried that night, and every night since. She did not tell her parents about the special training programs she had to listen to at night, the calming music that lulled her to sleep and then woke her up with dirty thoughts in her head and a wet pussy. She did not tell them about all the pornography that the company made her watch as part of her job. She didn’t inform them about the vibrating cock on her chair. She certainly didn’t tell them about today’s embarrassing task, in which she’d had to design a new seating chart for the bullpen she worked in. Her boss, Master Johnson, instructed her to arrange the women in the bullpen so that the ones with the “biggest, sluttiest udders,” were closest to his office door.

In order to complete the task, she’d had to go to all thirteen women she worked with and get accurate measurements of their breasts. Then, she’d had to make them all move seats according to the new chart, and to tell the women with the smallest breasts that they were being moved to the back because they were worthless. She’d cried in the bathroom afterwards.

On her third day, Master Johnson wanted a new seating chart. This time, he wanted the women with the “biggest, sluttiest udders, and the wettest cunts,” closest to his door. This wasn’t an easy thing to do, as she had to physically examine each woman’s bare, wet cunt with her finger and compare it against the others. Then, she had to refer to their breast size to determine the seating positions. It was awful. After lunch, she had to ensure that she’d gotten it right, per Master Johnson’s instruction.

Again, she stuck her fingers into each of her coworker’s cunts, ensuring they were just as wet as they had been that morning. Two of them had needed to trade places. She, then, had to tell them that if they didn’t want to move again that they would need to ensure that they were as wet, if not wetter, each day.

On her fourth day, Johnson asked each of her coworkers to rate Samantha’s kissing skills, which they did by putting their tongues into her mouth for two minutes, while Samantha fingered their cunts. For each woman that did not orgasm from this, Samantha was treated to two public swats on her naked ass. None of the women orgasmed. Samantha had trouble sitting for the rest of the day, the pain dulled only by the vibrating cock on her chair.

At the end of the work week, each of the male employees on her floor was asked to write a paragraph describing what they thought of when they looked at Samantha’s nude cunt. In order to do this most efficiently, they gathered the male staff in a meeting room. They placed Samantha at the head of the room, while a camera displayed an enlarged image of her bare snatch on the big screen. She stayed like this until each of the sixteen male staff members had completed their paragraph.

Master Johnson posted the finished work in the bullpen, alongside an image of Samantha’s wet fuckhole. Her female coworkers, then, voted on which one they liked the best. The winning entry read, “The slippery, compact lips of the slut’s rape tunnel are cock-hardening. A cunt as wet as this is just begging for a long, thorough fucking as often as possible. Frankly, it should be embarrassed and ashamed at just how teasingly excited it is. A whore slit as dripping wet as this one should be publically slapped and then repeatedly pumped full of baby juice.”

At the end of the day, Master Johnson took a photo of Samantha’s tear-streaked face, next to the pinned image of her cunt. He made her set the image as her desktop background. She was then made to read the words, over and over, as he masturbated, until he pushed his cock into her mouth and ejaculated onto her tongue. By the time she got home, her parents were irate.

“You’re sucking off your coworkers, now?” her father berated her.

“What? I didn’t!” Samantha wailed.

“Your manager says otherwise. He phoned and told us about you giving one of your coworkers a blowjob!” her mother sputtered.

“No! I… I didn’t want to! They made me!” Samantha argued.

“An office full of professional, white-collar workers made you suck a penis at work?” her father asked, rolling his eyes in disbelief. “Well, now if you want to keep your job, they’re going to have to put you through some sexual harassment course.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Samantha argued, sobbing.

“Well, you’re going to take this course,” her mother stated. “Otherwise, you can handle whatever lawsuit for harassment they bring against you on your own.”

Samantha cried at the unfairness of it, and then cried harder while her father spanked her naked ass.

“You’re absolutely soaked,” he said with disgust. “Maybe this course is going to be the best thing for you, you little slut.”

Samantha went to bed that night with her ass stinging once again.

On Monday morning, Samantha boarded a company shuttle for “sexual harassment training,” along with a half dozen other young women. The drive to the site of their training took quite some time, during which Samantha learned that all the other girls had their own horrible stories.

“Master Weiner made me jerk him off while his secretary licked my pussy and told me that if I didn’t make him cum before I did, he’d have me photocopy pictures of my twat and email them to all my contacts,” explained Jenny.

“Master Blackock made me call all my ex-boyfriends and have them rate my blowjob skills while I sucked his cock,” said Becky.

“Master Rod made me masturbate on a webcam that didn’t show my face. He made me invite my dad and my brothers, and then tilted the camera up to show my face, after they were all jerking off to me,” Linda cried.

“Master Dickens convinced my mom that I should only be allowed to watch porno when I’m at home,” Melissa complained.

“Master Roundhead paid my dad to take away my bras, and then slapped my tits every morning because I was showing off,” Mallory whined.

“Master Butch made me get my nipples and clit pierced,” Selina cried. “When my mom found out about the piercings, she called me a whore and kicked me out. Now I have to sleep in a dog bed under Master Butch’s desk.”

Samantha listened to all the other girls tell their stories as the shuttle drove them, and by the time they arrived, she was flushed and embarrassed by how wet her cunt was. She hadn’t even been drinking her Obsequium, but it was still whorishly wet and left a wet smear on the seat.

When they filed off of the shuttle, they were all confused to see the site of the conference. Samantha had been to summer camp a few times when she was younger, and this place reminded her of that. That is, if concrete walls had surrounded summer camp. The place was little more than an empty field, dotted with trees. A bunk house sat, lonely, in a flat patch of grass, while a large lodge dominated the western half of the cleared land.

While they were still looking about in confusion, two men took Samantha by the arms and led her away. The other girls murmured in fright.

“Wait! Where are we going? What did I do?” Samantha asked, panicking.

The men didn’t answer. They led her a few feet away, and then another man tore off her clothes and threw them on the ground as Samantha cried.

“No tears, now, little slut,” the man said calmly, tilting her chin up to his jovial face. “This is your natural state. A slut should always feel vulnerable. You’ll learn.”

More men herded the other girls toward the lodge like cattle while they quaked and sniffled. On the bus, Samantha felt like they had bonded over their shared humiliation. Now, she was naked, and they were not, and all of them looked askance at her as they passed, like she was some kind of pariah.

The men led Samantha in behind the other women. The six girls were seated at a round wooden table, in the center of which was a lazy Susan. The men holding Samantha fastened her wrists behind her back with a soft cord and then hefted her onto the table and placed her on the spinner. Samantha, sobbing, wanted to ask what was happening, but it was clear that there were no answers coming.

The man who had torn her clothes seemed in charge. He joined the girls at the table as they all looked down, avoiding his gaze and the view of the naked girl on the table.

“You’ve had a long drive,” the man said. “Before we start the training, we’ll have lunch. There’s a bit of a catch, though. If any of you want to eat, you’ll only eat by our rules. The rules are, basically, whatever I say they are. Today’s rule is that you eat nothing that hasn’t been in that girl’s cunt first.”

He indicated Samantha, who sobbed harder, and there were whimpers around the table from the other girls. Two of the men brought out trays of vegetables. Samantha watched as they laid out cucumbers, carrots, pickles, squash, and apples. For the rest of the mealtime, they spun Samantha about on the lazy Susan, while the other women pushed vegetables up her cunt. They stuffed them into her like she was little more than a communal dipping tray, useful for nothing but flavoring their food and providing decoration as they ate.

At the end of the meal, the man returned.

“You will address me as, Sir,” he instructed. “During your training, you will not speak unless asked a direct question or required to answer one. Should you need to address any member of the training staff, you will do so by begging like a proper bitch.”

Sir pointed at Becky and said, “You, girl. Show me how a proper bitch begs.”

Becky looked at him and then the other girls in confusion. She looked like she was going to speak, but then caught herself. Sir gave her an approving nod, but said, “If you can’t come up with a proper bitch begging in three seconds, you’ll be the next naked slut on the table.”

Becky got on her knees immediately and sat up like a dog, holding her hands out like little paws.

“Amusing!” Sir said, and then to the rest of them, “That is a proper bitch begging. Should you need to ask a question, follow… what was your name, slut?”

“Becky,” Becky whispered.

Sir continued, “Your name is Bitch Melons,” and then to the rest of them, “Should you need to ask a question, follow Bitch Melons’ example.”

Becky sniffled but didn’t get up.

“Did you need to ask a question, Bitch Melons? Or do you just enjoy being a slutty little puppy?” Sir asked.

“May I go back to my seat, Sir?” Bitch Melons asked.

“You may. Good girl.”

Becky Bitch Melons returned to her seat. The men brought out bottles of Obsequium for the girls to drink and Samantha felt grateful. At least she could blame the wetness of her cunt on the red drink now, rather than the feeling of being humiliatingly used like a table decoration. As the girls uncapped their bottles, Sir stepped up on the table and the other men provided the girls with vibrating toys.

Sir unzipped his pants, extracted his cock, and pushed it into Samantha’s mouth as he spoke.

“Put those toys to work,” he commanded. “I want to see every one of you watching… what was your name, slut?” he asked Samantha.

Of course, Samantha could not answer with his dick in her mouth.

“Your name is Suck Pet,” he declared, and then to the others, “I want to see every one of you watching Suck Pet perform her function. Your goal is to orgasm before I do. If you don’t, instead of sleeping in a bed tonight, you’ll spend it with your tits on a pumping machine.”

He fucked Samantha’s mouth, then paused and added, “I’d suggest you not cry. Your tears make me want to cum,” then to Samantha, “If you don’t make me cum before they do, you don’t get any clothes back tonight.”

Samantha began to eagerly suck his cock as the girls masturbated to her degrading, forced blowjob. Samantha fucked her own face on his cock sluttily, pulling out every remembered blowjob technique from the vast array of filthy porn she’d been watching at work this week. She choked herself on it, forced the fat head of it into her throat, massaged his glans with her throat muscles, and tongued the underside of his veiny erection. She fondled his balls and moaned around his cock, looked up into his evil eyes, and tried to plead with him to feed her.

All throughout her attempt, she heard girls panting, their pussies wet and gushing, the vibrators humming, as they got themselves off to the sight of her begging for this strange man’s cum. One by one, they orgasmed, until only Selina was left. She was crying, tears of horrified disgust rolling down her cheeks as she watched Samantha suck cock.

Sir’s penis jerked in Samantha’s mouth, and she knew he was close. She kept up her vigorous assault on his cock and his breathing quickened, deepened. But then Selina gasped and came on her toy. A second later, a hot wash of sperm coated Samantha’s tongue. She sobbed at the defeat, which only made Sir grab her head roughly and fuck his spurting cock into her mouth. The wet squelch of her overfull mouth became the only sound in the room as the vibrators fell silent. The girls all watched as he fucked her face and cummy drool poured from her mouth to run down her chin and coat her naked tits.

Sir pulled his cock from her mouth and wiped it in her hair, then handed her a bottle of Obsequium. She drank it gratefully, washing down the cum. They then herded away the rest of the girls to another room. Sir led Samantha behind them.

The room was dimly lit and contained chairs that looked like comfortable theater seats. They put each of the girls into a chair and affixed their wrists and legs with straps. The men lifted their skirts and pushed fake cocks up their wet fuckholes, then placed earbuds into their ears. They placed Samantha in her own seat, only hers was like a backless posture chair. Sir put a blindfold over her eyes and a set of earbuds into her ears.

The rest of the girls watched a series of “educational training videos,” while the earbuds played in their ears. When the sounds entered Samantha’s ears, she recognized them as similar to the training programs she’d had to listen to each night as she slept. The familiar whine of a training program started, the terrible oscillating pitch that she knew would be followed by horrible and degrading words, masked by soothing music.

They were the words that she’d begun to unconsciously associate with herself. Slut. Whore. Fuck toy. Bitch. Cunt. Rape bait. Cock socket. She’d never actually heard the words in the music, but every time she came out of the trance the programs put her into, the words were there. They were there when she looked in the mirror or when she saw her picture.

This program was new, though. She didn’t know how she knew it. The weird whine in her ears just didn’t sound like the one she listened to at night. Before long, she found her mind drifting in that pleasant, calming haze that the programs induced. Then, someone put their cock into her mouth, and she sucked at it. The relaxing music played, and Samantha felt her shoulders and body relax. The cock in her mouth fed her a hot helping of cum, which she swallowed, and then another one fucked her mouth.

How long this lasted was not something that she was aware of. Her entire awareness was the music, the cocks that continually pumped cum into her suckhole, more music, another cock, more cum. Finally, the music faded, and the tone began again, in reverse this time, pulling her mind out of the warm cocoon and forcing it back into reality. The blindfold came off. Samantha licked her lips, tasting spit and cum.

Someone handed her Obsequium, and she drank it. The red drink gave her body a pleasant, calming tingle, almost like being back in the cocoon. If she hadn’t known what was in the stuff, she’d have actually been happy to drink it. Only she knew, and that knowledge tainted the pleasurable effects. She watched the other girls as they sedately lay in the chairs, while the men unstrapped them and removed the dripping wet toys from their cunts.

Following the training session, they led the girls back out to the dining table. A hearty meal of proper food was laid out on the table and Samantha’s mouth watered. She’d had nothing all day but Obsequium and sperm. All the other girls had at least gotten vegetables flavored with her cunt honey. Sir led Samantha to the table and sat her down.

“You’ve been a very good girl, Suck Pet,” he said and stroked her hair. “This meal is for you.”

The other girls looked at her jealously as she sat down. Samantha looked at Sir for approval, sure that this was some kind of trick. Nothing DomCo did was out of generosity. There was always a catch, something that would humiliate her or make her feel horny and ashamed.

Sir grinned and nodded, understanding her hesitancy.

“This is your meal,” he said. “You can choose to share it with the others. If you do, you’ll likely win their favor. You won’t win mine. In fact, if you share it, I’ll slap your cunt once for every girl here. Just remember, they all betrayed you. They treated you like a serving dish, pushed vegetables into your cunt, and masturbated while you had your mouth raped. Do they deserve this food?”

Samantha thought about that. This was only the first day of training. She did not know how many more days there were. There would be more choices to make, further betrayals. Samantha knew it would happen. In the end, though, whose approval was worth more? A group of sluts or Sir’s? Samantha reached for the utensils. Sir stayed her hand.

“In order to eat,” he said, “You just need to tell me your name.”

Samantha looked at the girls, the food, and then at Sir.

“My name is Suck Pet,” she said.

“Good bitch,” Sir said approvingly.

The girls all had to sit with her at the table, quietly, while she ate the delicious food. They hated her, she could see. She’d won some kind of favoritism by giving in, by accepting the name, by being the only naked slut amongst them. It hadn’t been her choice, but none of them cared. She was a traitor.

When Suck Pet finished her meal, the men came and threw the rest of the food into the garbage. There were quiet groans from the other hungry girls. The men returned with the vibrators once more and handed them to all the girls, including Suck Pet.

“One of you is going to be raped,” Sir said.

The girls all whimpered but didn’t outright object.

“The only question is, which one of you will it be?” Sir said.

He pointed to Selina and said, “You, girl,” and Selina paled, looking as if she might start crying, but Sir asked, “Which one of you is it going to be?”

Selina looked around at the other girls, her mouth working, but no sound coming out.

“Quick, quick,” Sir said, “or it’s going to be you.”

“Her!” Selina blurted and pointed her finger at Suck Pet.

Suck Pet blushed angrily.

“And you?” Sir asked, pointing to Mallory, “Who do you want to get raped?”

“Her,” Mallory said, and pointed at Suck Pet.

Down the line Sir went, asking each of them in turn. Bitch Melons, the last girl in the line, nominated Selina. Selina glared at her angrily.

“I think we have a winner!” Sir declared.

Suck Pet got on her knees and held her hands up in a bitch beg.

“Yes, Suck Pet? Do you have a question?” Sir asked.

“Please don’t!” Suck Pet pleaded.

“That doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like you think you shouldn’t be raped. Is that the case?”

“Yes!” Suck Pet said.

“Suck Pet,” Sir said, “Do you think I actually care about your thoughts? Calling them thoughts is, in fact, lending them too much credence. Thinking implies that some degree of logic, sense, and processing went into the words that came out of your mouth. Since the only useful thing that comes out of your mouth is the disgusting dribbles of spit and sperm that I put into it, I’m going to remind you this once that I do not give one… single… fuck… about your thoughts. What I do care about is how warm, wet, and tight your pussy is. I care about how much you yelp and squeal when I squeeze your tits. I care about the tears you produce when my cock is up your ass. By the time you leave here, that is what you’re going to care about, too.”

Two of the men picked her up and pinned her to the table. A third spread her legs and pushed his cock into her wet hole, while Suck Pet struggled and began to cry.

“Get those vibrators going, girls,” Sir ordered. “I want to see every one of you cumming as often as possible. Think slutty thoughts, because if you haven’t cum three times by the time each man here has had his turn with Suck Pet, you’re up next.”

They led away Suck Pet and the other girls to the bunkhouse. Her tits were sore from being squeezed and slapped, while eight of the men had fucked her. Her pussy felt battered, and it hurt, despite the Obsequium’s effects. Two of them had gone at her asshole and it stung. Even so, she’d orgasmed more than the girls who had masturbated to her rape.

The men put the girls to bed, and even this was humiliating. The girls all stripped naked, and the men took away their clothes. They put two girls in each bed, but they had to sleep in a 69 position and were bound together, so that they couldn’t move. They strapped Suck Pet in on top of Selina, who sobbed as the rapists’ spermy loads dripped from Suck Pet’s abused cunt into her face the entire night.

Since there were seven girls, though, Mallory was chosen to sleep in a bed with one of the men. They listened to her quiet sobs all night as he fucked her, then to the sounds of her orgasms, and finally her pleading to be fucked again.

Two months later, Suck Pet returned to work at the DomCo office. Her blonde hair was styled and cute. Her skirt was so short that everyone could see the cheeks of her firm ass, and the slit of her wet pussy when she bent over. She displayed her large tits lewdly in a V-neck top, through which her nipples were clearly visible. She looked like rape bait, but that was the point.

Suck Pet knew that her role in life was to provide entertainment for men. If they wanted to shove her against a wall and fuck her, then she’d be wet for it, struggle, but ultimately, she’d orgasm and thank them. When there was a hard cock that needed sucking, well, that was her name. She took up her position as assistant to Master Johnson, her pussy soaked at the thought of the next reluctant slut to come through the DomCo doors.

They’d be like that stupid girl that had once called herself Samantha. They’d be like the girl who had cried from a few spankings and having to go without panties. That girl would never have eagerly spread her legs for her father to rape her. That girl would have been distraught when her mother left because of it. Suck Pet, though, knew that life was better this way. It was so much easier to just be a willing fuck toy, rather than have all those conflicting feelings and silly thoughts about consent.

Now, she walked into the bullpen, sipping Obsequium, and knocked on Master Johnson’s door. He called her in. Suck Pet rounded the desk, got to her knees, and bid her master a good morning with her mouth. As Johnson’s hand rested on her head, enjoying her loving cock worship, he showed her a photo.

“This is our newest Scout recruit,” he said. “She’ll be starting tomorrow, and I want you to train her the right way.”

Suck Pet acknowledged the command with a hum around his cock and looked at the photo. The girl was about eighteen, with large breasts and fine, curly brunette hair. She had a look of general embarrassment that made Suck Pet’s pussy even wetter. She could already imagine how good that cute little face was going to look, covered in cum.

“Her name, right now, is Kayla,” Johnson said. “But we’re going to change that.”

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Fic: Lust in Lightning (Jason/Percy, NC-17)

Title: Lust in Lightning
Author: gracerene
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)
Pairing: Percy/Jason, non-explicit Percy/Annabeth, Jason/Piper
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,700
Content/Warnings: first time, anal sex, bottom!percy, consensual infidelity, dub-con, boat!sex, anal fingering, barebacking
Summary: Percy and Jason are willing to do whatever it takes.
Notes: written for torino10154's Porn Sunday

This fic is essentially just a completely ridiculous excuse to make Percy and Jason fuck. I know that Dionysus/Bacchus isn't exactly the god of gay sex or whatever, but just go with it, okay? (though my lovely beta did point me to this wonderful story about his promise to Prosymnus, so this isn't actually all that crazy)

Also, as much as I love me some hot Percy/Jason action, I do adore Percabeth, so they are still a thing in this, though not at all explicit.

I actually had two versions of this fic in my head, so I might do a remix at some point with the same premise but a slightly different play-out.

Lots of hugs to the lovely nia_kantorka for looking this over for me. And a million thanks to the fabulous mab, who is totally responsible for dragging me into the fandom and did an awesome job beta-ing this for me!

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"Well?" Jason asked as soon as Percy walked through the door.

"She -- She agrees it's our best bet. She says she's okay with it."

"Do you believe her?"

"Yeah. I believe she thinks she'll be okay with it at least. I hope she will be." Percy paused, refusing to allow himself to go down that road. He'd made his decision, and Annabeth told him she agreed with it; he had to believe she meant it. "What about Piper?

"She's...not thrilled. I mean, she's only just gotten to the point where she's accepted that Reyna isn't a threat and now…"

"Now you've got to fuck somebody else," Percy finished for him.

"Yeah." Jason ran a hand through his tousled blond hair, an action he'd clearly been doing a lot the past few hours.

"But are you guys going to be okay? Because we don't have to do it if she can't handle it. We can find another -- "

"There is no other way, not one we can guarantee. You know that. This is our best bet at getting Bacchus on our side, at saving Hazel's brother, and killing Otis and Ephialtes. Piper can handle it. She's not happy about it, but she knows we wouldn't be doing this if we thought we had any other choice."

Percy sighed. Part of him had been hoping Piper would object, that they wouldn't have to follow through with this insane plan. But he knew it was their best choice, and he'd had to do worse things in the past few years. "Okay. So I guess we're doing this then."

"Yes," Jason said decisively before his expression turned uncertain. "How exactly do we want to do it?"

Percy gave him a confused glance. "He was pretty clear, bro. He wants a sacrifice, and the two of us having sex, sacrificing our virginity or straightness or whatever, is acceptable."

"I know." Jason rolled his eyes. "I mean which one of us is...you know, doing the other." He refused to meet Percy's eyes as he fidgeted.

"Oh," Percy blushed. "Ah, um, I was thinking you should probably do me."

Jason's eyebrows climbed up his forehead. "Seriously? I thought we'd be fighting it out." He looked at Percy suspiciously. "It's not like you to give in so easily."

"I'm not. But we're still water bound, and and we're going to have to take one of the smaller boats out away from the Argo II when we do it, in case something weird happens. Plus, I don't really think it's a good idea for us to have sex down the hall from our girlfriends," Percy explained.

"And that has to do with me topping, how?"

"We're going to be out on a small boat in the middle of the ocean. That's my territory, which gives me an advantage. I figure if we want to even the playing field, then you should, uh, top. Not to mention I'm pretty sure Mr. D -- Bacchus, would prefer if I'm the one being…" Percy trailed off, biting his lip. Mr. D didn't seem to like him much in any form, and Percy thought he'd probably enjoy the "sacrifice" more if Percy was the one at Jason's mercy. He didn't want to tell Jason the other reason. That he still wanted to be able to share a first time with Annabeth. He knew it was stupid, but this way, when he and Annabeth had sex together for the first time, they'd still both be doing something they'd never done before.

Luckily, Jason seemed satisfied with his reasoning. "Tomorrow then?"

"Yeah. Leo says we still need some parts to get us sky-bound, so we can head out while they are getting supplies."

"I'm guessing we're not telling the others?"

Percy grimaced. "I don't like keeping secrets from them, but I don't think they need to know. We can tell them if that changes, but for now…"

Jason nodded. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you here tomorrow."

"It's a date, Grace."

"I think we're probably far enough away now," Jason called to Percy, who was standing in the back, directing the boat forward.

"Yeah, you're probably right, here is as good a place as any." Percy stopped the boat, and collapsed back against the side, staring at Jason.

Jason scratched his head awkwardly. "I'll just -- " He grabbed a big bag from the end of the boat and started pulling out blankets and pillows, laying them down in the empty space in the middle of the boat.

"That's...actually good thinking," Percy said a bit reluctantly, wishing that he'd thought of it.

"Yeah, well, I figured anything to make us more comfortable." Finished, Jason sat against the side of the boat directly across from Percy.

It was just after midday and the sun was blazing, glaring up off the water and making Percy feel a bit dizzy. Of course, that could be the fact that he was about to have sex. With Jason. Feeling overheated, Percy reached up and peeled off his shirt, throwing it to the end of the boat.

Jason choked on air. "I'm going to be a lot more naked than this, if we're doing this, dude," Percy cautioned.

"Yeah, I know. I just wasn't expecting it." Not one to be outdone, Jason quickly took off his own shirt, his eyes gleaming competitively as he stared at Percy.

"You know, it isn't the worst thing in the world." Percy mumbled, eyes roving over Jason's broad, muscled chest.

Jason laughed. "Well, duh. I expect we've got much worse waiting for us in Rome."

"No, uh, I mean --" Percy broke off, unsure whether admitting his attraction would make things easier or just more awkward. "Well, you're pretty hot. For a guy."

Jason looked a little stunned, a light flush staining his cheeks. "I, uh, really? Yeah, you, ah, you too," he muttered, and Percy couldn't help noticing Jason checking him out, and then shifting uncomfortably. They stared at each other awkwardly for long moments, neither of them wanting to seem too eager by making the first move.

Fuck it Percy thought, crawling across the small boat and boldly climbing onto Jason's lap, resting his hands on his own thighs as he looked down at Jason, noses almost touching. "Is this alright?" he whispered.

Jason blinked, his voice a bit shaky as he responded, "Yes."

Percy hesitated for just a moment before leaning down and kissing Jason softly on the mouth. They both froze for a moment, unmoving as their lips pressed together. Percy's lips felt a bit dry and he unconsciously licked them, forgetting about the fact that they were currently occupied. His tongue brushed the seam of Jason's mouth and he gasped. It was like a dam had broken, and suddenly, they were coming together fiercely, teeth clicking, and noses bumping until finally they found a good position, Jason licking his way up into Percy's mouth.

Percy started rocking into the kiss, the rhythm taking him over like a wave, body rolling down onto Jason's lap as he gave himself over to the kiss.

Jason groaned beneath him, and Percy realized that they were both very hard, rubbing off against each other as they kissed, bare chests brushing together. He broke away from the kiss, panting harshly and staring wide-eyed at Jason. Jason's eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, and his hands wandered Percy's sides, tracing his muscles. He seemed fascinated by Percy's chest, the flatness and the hardness of it, the way Percy's nipples stiffened when he circled them with his thumb.

He pushed lightly at Percy's chest, and Percy took the hint, easing off of Jason's lap and moving to sit back against the pillows and blankets. Jason crawled after him, pushing Percy flat on his back and hovering above him on all fours. He bent his head and kissed Percy sweetly on the lips, before trailing his mouth down Percy's jaw and throat, kissing and licking at the flesh. When he reached the center of Percy's breastbone he looked up, eyes full of lust, lips trembling slightly. Percy knew how he felt. This was all so intense and felt so good and new and exciting. There wasn't even any room in his mind for Annabeth and worrying about if he was enjoying things too much, all he could do was feel. He let out a shaky breath and nodded, not sure what exactly he was giving permission for. But Jason seemed to appreciate the gesture, and he turned back to his task, kissing his way down Percy's sternum, licking down his stomach until he got to the waistband of Percy's jeans.

He paused, breathing hot air over Percy's clothed erection, and Percy took mercy on him, collapsing back as he slid his hands down to his zipper and undid his jeans. He lifted up and shimmied out of them, deciding impulsively to pull his boxers down too. Percy kicked them to the end of the boat, leaving himself entirely naked beneath Jason.

Jason groaned, his hands hovering for a moment over Percy's thighs before finally touching him, rubbing his thumbs gently over his skin. He was still kneeling up over Percy, straddling his legs, his hands inching closer and closer to his hard cock, lying flush against his belly. Percy closed his eyes, focused on the warmth of the sun on his skin, the salty smell of the sea, the soothing sound of the ocean, as Jason dragged curious fingers lightly up the underside of his cock. His stomach clenched, the pressure nowhere near enough to set him off, but still unbelievably good. This was the first time anybody had ever touched his dick, and quite frankly, he should get some kind of medal for not having come already. Sure, he'd already jerked off three times that day, determined not to embarrass himself in front of Jason by coming too quickly, but still.

Those inquisitive fingers continued their careful exploration, gripping his cock and sliding against the slit, collecting the pearling droplets of precome. Percy opened his eyes, watching intently, and gasping when Jason frowned slightly and brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste.

"You taste different than I do," Jason murmured, and Percy really didn't know what to say to that, or how to deal with the flood of arousal that surged through his veins at Jason's words.

"You should --" Jason broke off, before taking a deep breath as if to fortify himself. "You should spread your legs."

It was Percy's turn to blush, but he complied, opening his legs so that Jason could kneel between them. He felt so vulnerable lying there naked, sun warming his skin, and Jason a large, solid presence between his legs. Luckily, Jason looked even more nervous and uncertain than Percy felt, which Percy found surprisingly soothing.

Jason didn't seem to know where to look or what to do with his hands, though Percy couldn't help but notice that his boxers had begun to tent. At least he wasn't disinterested in the proceedings. Percy twisted, reaching for his bag and withdrawing a tube of lube and tossing it to Jason.

"You've got to get me ready." He'd known the gist of what men did together, but he'd never really thought about the specifics. Luckily, Annabeth had assumed as much, and had done a bit of research on the subject using Daedalus' laptop. Percy seriously doubted that Daedalus would be pleased if he knew what his invention was being used for, but Percy couldn't deny that the 3D diagrams had been quite informative.

It was clear from the confused frown on Jason's face that he was in the same boat Percy had been in last night, only he didn't have an Annabeth to educate him.

"You need to use your fingers to, uh, stretch me out a bit before you fuck me. Or I can do that part if you don't want to?" Percy didn't want Jason to feel more awkward than he clearly already did.

"No!" Jason shouted, and then winced, as if he hadn't meant to say it so loudly. "I mean, I can do it."

Percy nodded, placing his feet flat on the floor of the boat and tilting his hips up slightly, totally exposing himself to Jason's gaze. He threw his head back, unable to watch what was about to happen. Instead, he focused on the nebulous clouds in the distance, watching the fluffy white shapes move across the sky. Before he had a chance to wonder if the clouds meant some cloud nymph was about to watch him get fucked, Jason pressed cool, slick fingers along his crack and gently circled his hole.

Oh Gods, this was really happening. He focused on relaxing his muscles like the websites had told him, easing into the strange sensation of Jason's finger sliding inside his ass. It actually didn't hurt at all, much to Percy's surprise, but it felt weird. Not particularly good, but not bad either.

"Another," Percy grunted.

The second finger burned a little, and Percy could practically feel his muscles stretching out. That was good, he thought, it meant it was working, and then he had to stop himself from giggling uncontrollably. Because Jason's fingers were just a prelude to his cock. Jason's cock was going to be inside him, and the thought made him giddy with panic and excitement. Jason seemed to be getting the hang of things, instinctively twisting and pumping his fingers inside of Percy. Then he curled them, and Percy's back arched off the blankets, mouth dropping open on an embarrassingly high keen.

"Shit, are you okay?" Jason asked, immediately pulling his fingers out.

"Gods yes, I'm fine. That was a good thing."

Jason's eyes darkened, and his fingers sought out Percy's entrance, sliding back inside. "Really?"

"Ye--Yeah. You hit against my prostate. I knew it was supposed to feel good, but I wasn't expecting it to feel that good." Jason crooked his fingers again, finding the spot inside of him and mercilessly rubbing against it. Percy's hands clenched in the blankets beneath him as he squeezed his eyes shut and rode out the the sensation, breath coming in ragged pants and hips unconsciously rocking down against Jason's hand.

"Wow, you really like that, don't you?"

"Wh-What do you think?" Percy would have glared at him, but quite frankly, he was busy trying to hold himself together as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Speaking of waves, was it just him, or was the boat starting to rock? He opened his eyes and pushed up onto his elbows to peer over at the ocean, which was choppier than it had been when they'd set out. Percy shrugged, nothing to worry about.

He looked over at Jason, whose eyes were fixed on where his fingers were disappearing into Percy. His normally perfect blond hair was mussed, his eyes glazed, and Percy could see a dark spot of precome forming where his leaking erection pressed up against his boxers. It was time to get this show on the road.

"I think that's good, Jason. I think I'm ready now."

"You sure?"Jason looked up. His expression was hungry, and Percy couldn't suppress his shiver.

"Yeah, just let me turn over. It'll be easier if I'm on my front."

Jason nodded jerkily, and Percy shuffled over, pushing up onto his hands and knees.

"You sure you don't want to use a condom?" Jason asked from behind him.

"I think Mr. -- Bacchus will be more appeased if we don't. Plus, it's both of our first times, so it's not like we have anything. It should be fine." Truthfully, Percy wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of the mess, but he didn't want Mr. D deciding not to accept their sacrifice because there was a barrier or some other technicality.

"Yeah, you're right." Percy could hear Jason shuffling around behind him. And then he was there, one hand on Percy's hip while the other guided the slick head of his cock to Percy's waiting entrance.

"Wait!" Percy said, and Jason inhaled sharply behind him, halting his movements. "Just--Just go slow, okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Jason murmured.

The pressure against Percy's ass increased, and then Jason was pushing inside as Percy focused on relaxing back against Jason. It...well it fucking hurt, like Jason's cock was splitting him in two, but Percy had felt worse pain, and if the internet was to be believed, it would get better. Jason's hips pressed against his ass, and Percy focused on breathing as he realized that Jason was all the way in, that his entire cock was buried deep.

"Wow," Jason breathed, rubbing soothing circles up and down Percy's back, draining away the last of his tension. A larger wave rocked the boat and Percy found himself instinctively clenching down on Jason's dick, dragging a ragged moan from behind him. The pain had dulled, giving way to an aching sort of fullness that had Percy desperate for something more.

"You can move now," Percy told him, bracing his hands against the bottom of the boat.

Jason moved. Careful, awkward thrusts at first, trying to find a rhythm as Percy moved back against him, not content to just lie passive and let Jason have all the power.

"Bro," Jason laughed. "Hold still. Just let me do this, okay? I can't fuck you if you're wriggling like a fish."

Percy huffed, grateful to Jason for lightening the mood, and a little miffed that he had a point. It would probably be easier without Percy battling him for control of the pace. Pointedly, he eased down onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at Jason.

Smiling at Percy's gesture, Jason pulled out and thrust slowly back in, taking a few moments to established an angle and rhythm before picking up the pace. Percy moaned, shocked at how much better it felt one he'd ceded over control, the feeling of Jason's cock moving inside him setting him alight.

He lost himself in the pleasure: in the broken moans falling from both their lips; in the bruising grip of Jason's hands on his hips, and in the toe-curling pleasure of Jason's cock fucking roughly into him. His head was half buried in the pillows, gasping for breath in-between shaky moans. The air was cooler, the sky darker than it had been when they'd first set out, and the water was rough. Absently Percy wondered if a storm was brewing, if maybe they were the ones brewing the storm. But then Jason's dick rubbed against his prostate and all thoughts fled from his mind.

Arousal curled hot and deep in his stomach, spiky tendrils of pleasure spreading throughout his body as his orgasm built. "Fuck, Jason. Harder," Percy growled, desperate to fill the achy void inside him, chasing the numbing bliss that each punishing thrust sent rocketing through his body.

"Gods, Percy. Fuck you feel good. Are you close?"

"Yeah," Percy moaned. "Touch me."

Jason's hips faltered for a moment before resuming their brutal pace as one hand slipped down Percy's side and wrapped around his aching cock. The winds had picked up now, whipping all around them as the boat rocked wildly with their movements, but Percy barely noticed. All he could focus on was the burning desire to come. Jason pumped his cock, the pressure so fucking good Percy thought he would explode. And a few moments later, he did, coming violently onto the blankets below him as the surrounding water exploded upwards and covered them in sea-spray.

Percy melted into the blankets, face smashed into the pillows and ass in the air as Jason continued frantically pumping his hips. He turned to look over his shoulders, looking blearily up at Jason as he clenched down on his cock. "Come on, Jason. Come. Fucking come inside me."

Jason's eyes were all pupil, and his grip on Percy's hips tightened as he ground deep inside Percy's ass and came, lightning cracking across the sky.

He eased out of Percy, and Percy wrinkled his nose at the feeling of come and lube trickling out of him. He resolutely did not think about the fact that the uncomfortable sensation was because Jason had just fucked him, had just come inside of him. It was all a little too much to process at the moment.

Percy turned his head to look at Jason, who had collapsed back next to Percy on the blanket. He look completely fucked out. Hair sticking up wildly, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, and looking more loose and relaxed than Percy had ever seen him. It was actually pretty hot.

"So," Percy grinned, "do you always release lightning when you come?"

"Oh fuck off, water boy. Don't think I missed the wall of water shooting up when you came."

"Yeah," Percy said sheepishly. "That was really intense. I wonder if it'll always be like that."

"Was it -- Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. That was...good. I'm probably not going to be able to walk straight for a while, but I might go for a swim later and see if the ocean fixes that." He grinned at Jason. "What about you?"

"I'm feeling pretty great, actually. I think I like sex."

Percy couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Jason stared incredulously for a moment, before joining in, both of them leaning against each other as they laughed themselves hoarse. He flipped onto his back, waiting for the giggles to die down and staring up at the clear blue sky. The weather had gone back to the fair, sunny day it had been when they'd first set out, and Percy was stunned to realize that he hadn't felt so calm and content since Hera had taken his memories.

"Reckon we should head back?" Jason asked. He also seemed surprisingly mellow, like he'd be happy to just lie naked on the floor of the boat with Percy for hours.

"In a minute," Percy murmured, reaching over and grabbing Jason's hand, looking pointedly up at the sky.

They could figure everything out later.
Tags: bottom!percy, fandom: percy jackson, kink: anal sex, kink: barebacking, kink: boat!sex, kink: dub-con, kink: fingering, kink: first time, kink: infidelity, my fanfic, pairing type: slash, pairing: jason/percy, rating: nc-17

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Sleeping Beauty [10b/20]
Title: Sleeping Beauty (10b/?)
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG13-R
Length: Chaptered
Genre: AU, fluff, angst, WAFF, romanceAnd yes the rating just went up... :3

Chapter 10a

Yunho hears him. He hears every word. He has to hand it to Jaejoong, the boy is saying just enough, without giving away everything, leaving him a way out if he needs it. He hears the implication of his words, and he hears the wistful smile in his voice. He grips the edge of the sink hard, as Jaejoong talks about how his father makes his mother smile. He can feel his heart thundering in the silence. And then the teenager confirms what he suspects with a simple innocuous sentence.

Jaejoong watches closely as Yunho turns around, his eyes are shuttered, but that doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t blame him actually. If he knows how, Jaejoong reckons his eyes will look the same. They look at each other, neither uttering a word, before Yunho pushes himself away from the sink, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He is not wearing a wife beater underneath and Jaejoong is trying very hard not to sneak a look.

“I’m a little sore from work today. I’m getting into the hot tub. You can join me if you wish.”

And with that, Yunho walks out of the kitchen, leaving Jaejoong blinking bemusedly after him. What was that? Whenever he thinks the man is going to do something somewhat predictable, he does something completely…not. The hot tub? Is that an invitation for more or…? Jaejoong eyes the empty cradle of the cordless phone, wondering if it’s inappropriate to call his sister. What do you do when someone invites you to share a hot tub? Do you even wear clothes in the hot tub? Oh god… Jaejoong can feel his cheeks burning at the thought. No, he’s definitely keeping some clothes on. But what if he doesn’t want to keep his clothes on? Oh god… why didn’t he check that bag Jiyool was digging through for lube? Ok no, back up. Back right the hell up. He is running much too far ahead of himself right now. How did he go from an invitation to jump into a hot tub to…sex? Oh god…

If Yunho only knew the thoughts running through Jaejoong’s mind, he’d be incredibly amused. His invitation is actually completely innocent. He really feels sore and he figures it might be easier to talk if both of them are relaxed. He undresses quickly in his walk-in closet, a rare grin on his face when he sees the pile of Jaejoong’s folded clothes on top of his. The boy hasn’t spent much time in his own room since moving in, and now his clothes have migrated into Yunho’s closet too. He debates whether to wear a wife beater into the hot tub, but discards the idea immediately, a scowl replacing his earlier grin. He pulls on the bathrobe he’s taken with him and strides quickly out of the closet, checking on Jiyool and grabbing a baby monitor on his way out before he can change his mind about getting into the hot tub in the first place.

Jaejoong sees Yunho walking down the hallway, past the kitchen doorway and he finally gets up, and heads to the bedroom. Why did Yunho have to wear a robe? Jaejoong really needs to know what a person is expected to wear in a hot tub. It can’t be helped. He needs to talk to someone before he makes a complete fool of himself. He is sure Yunho knows he’s a virgin, but no need to proclaim exactly how completely innocent he is to everyone. He grabs his phone from the master bedroom before heading into his closet in the other room. He’s been surreptitiously sneaking clothes into Yunho’s closet, but not quite anything appropriate for a hot tub. He presses the speed dial for his oldest sister, the one least likely to tease him about this.

“Noona, I don’t have a lot of time. What does a person wear in a hot tub?”

Used to Jaejoong’s strange questions, his sister thinks nothing of it. She’s heard about the arrangement with Yunho of course and while she has her reservations, like her parents, she gives her baby brother a lot more credit than her other younger sisters. She also knows something they don’t.

“That depends. Are you in public?”

“Is the tub in the bathroom or in some other place?”

“It’s out on an enclosed balcony. It’s actually like our sunroom back home, but very very very high up. No one can see in unless they’re in a helicopter.”

“I see…” so Jaejoong is getting into Jung’s hot tub. “Wear your swim shorts. You might want to wear briefs too, just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“In case little Joongie decides to come out to play.”

“Noona!” Jaejoong’s voice is high pitched, completely scandalised. His sister cackles in his ear. So much for not being teased.

“Seriously though, hot tubs are not exactly the best place for sex. I’m guessing Yunho should know better. Don’t wear briefs if you want, but do use protection. Baby Joongie is finally growing up. Who would’ve thought it would take this long?”

“God…my family is trying to marry me off to the first person who comes calling.”

“You were married a long time ago, baby brother.”

“You don’t remember do you? Do you know you’ve met Yunho before?”

“Yes, umma said I peed on him. Please tell me I didn’t.”

“No, you definitely did. I had to clean you up and give the poor boy Tae’s old school uniform.”

“You don’t remember?”

“I don’t remember anything.”

“Then I guess you also forgot that you asked him to marry you and he said yes.”

“While I was bathing you, you showed me the ring he gave you and said you were married to him. You were quite proud that you managed to snag the most beautiful husband in the world. He wore the ring pop ring that you gave him the whole time he was at our house. It was really funny watching him eat dinner with that sticky ring on his little finger, but he never took it off. I’m sure that ring is long gone but you still have the ring he gave you.”

Jaejoong is gaping in shock, his hand is frozen, with his phone to his ear as he stares unseeing into his closet. He can hear his sister calling to him, asking if he’s ok, but he is not ok. He lifts up his left hand and looks at the silver band adorning his ring finger, remembering what Yunho did in the kitchen and the feeling as if he’s missing something. He definitely missed something alright. He missed his own wedding.

“He remembers…”

Jaejoong believes in fate.

“Nothing, noona. Thank you for your help. Please don’t tell anyone about this. I love you.”

Jaejoong hangs up and drops his phone onto a pile of clothes. He undresses quickly, wanting to jump into that hot tub and demand Yunho explain why he hasn’t told him they’re married. Ok, no, they’re not really married. But come on, the man just put that damn ring back on his finger, as an adult. He digs through his accessory box, finding the biggest ring he has, and pops it onto his middle finger before dashing out of his room and towards the balcony.

Yunho has almost given up hope of Jaejoong joining him, when the teenager suddenly materialises through the sliding door. He watches as the teenager climbs into the hot tub, wearing a pair of rather short, swim shorts, a sliver of annoyance shaking him as the teenager’s body disappears from view under the dark water. He’s left the balcony light off, the only light illuminating the hot tub is the one from the Seoul skyline. It is bright enough to make out Jaejoong’s features, but not much else.

“I seem to need a lot of do-overs.”

Jaejoong’s voice is unwavering in the darkness, finally convinced that this is really where he is meant to be. He will fight Yunho if he has to, but the man is not going to be able to get rid of him now. He couldn’t do it sixteen years ago, he sure as hell will not be able to do it now. Not if Jaejoong can help it. He is very secure in his charms, innocent or not, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the fact that he belongs with this man. Broken or not, Yunho is his.

“What is it that you need to do-over this time? I don’t remember anymore sleepy kisses.”

“Do you remember an illegal marriage sixteen years ago?”

Yunho sinks lower in the water, sliding down over the jets as they massage his back. So the boy remembers. And he wants a do-over?

“I remember.”

Yunho’s voice betrays nothing, content to let Jaejoong make his moves. If the precocious toddler he remembers is anything to go by, the teenage version should be a heck of a lot more interesting.

“You had your do-over in the kitchen. I want mine, now.”

And he is still as demanding as the (almost) three year old brat back then.

“Oh? Do you have a half eaten ring pop hidden in your shorts somewhere?”

“No, but I have this.”

Jaejoong has tugged the second ring off his middle finger and is now holding it in his palm. It is a titanium ring, with an oxidised red band in the middle of the blackened metal. The ring is very light compared to the heavy platinum band on his ring finger, and he thinks it is appropriate, considering he was married in the first place with a plastic ring. This is light enough.

Yunho looks at the ring in Jaejoong’s palm. It is rather symbolic if he thinks about it. That ring pop was cherry flavoured. He knows because he tasted it.

“Your hand?”

Yunho wordlessly lifts his left hand out of the water, and watches as Jaejoong moves towards him. The teenager’s hands are soft, as they take his offered hand, and Yunho holds his breath as the boy pushes the do-over ring onto his finger. It snags briefly on his knuckle, but Jaejoong wiggles it around, a pleased smile splits his face as the ring slips over Yunho’s knuckle, to sit snugly on his finger.

He lifts up his hand, to try and catch what light he can, to look at the ring on his finger. It is almost as light as the first ring, but it is definitely not plastic. The ring seems to sit far more comfortably on him than his real wedding band ever did.

“Do you always get everything you wish for?”

“I’ve never been disappointed yet.”

“Is this what you wish?”

“My three year old self knew a good thing when he saw it. I’m nineteen, and I definitely know a good thing when I see it.”

“You can’t see everything, Jaejoong. You can’t see through the darkness.”

“I can if you let me light the way.”

“What if I don’t let you?”

“Will you deny me now? We’re married.”

“No we’re not. Not really.”

“It’s real enough for me.”

The two men are an arm’s length apart still, staring at each other in the dim light. Neither is making the final move to close the distance. Both want to, but both are also waiting for the other. Suddenly Yunho chuckles, causing Jaejoong to raise an eyebrow at the sound.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just remembered how you made sure I was yours all those years ago.”

“I want a do-over.”

Yunho cocks an eyebrow at Jaejoong, and even in the darkness he can see the flicker of embarrassment play across the teenager’s face, and his mouth forms a pout, which causes Yunho to smirk.

Jaejoong has no idea where his daring comes from, but he will be damned if he doesn’t at least attempt to erase Yunho’s memory of getting peed on by him. He moves astride Yunho in one rather sloshy move, water going everywhere, but he doesn’t care. He wants a do-over and he’s going to get it.

Yunho suddenly finds himself with a lapful of eager teenager, hot mouth over his before he can blink. Well, they are married, aren’t they? His hand reaches up to cup Jaejoong’s jaw, coaxing his mouth open before delving in to taste the boy once again. He tastes as good as he remembers, his tongue a quick learner as they lick and taste at each other.

Jaejoong wraps his arms around Yunho’s shoulders even as he tries to press closer, kissing and sucking and biting, his moves instinctual rather than experienced. But this is Yunho and he is Jaejoong. Their bodies are made for each other as he works to fit against the older man’s unyielding frame, muscles hard against his chest. The friction against his piercing from their bodies rubbing against each other elicits a low moan from the boy, that is swallowed by Yunho, even as he is pulled up higher in his lap, Yunho running a hand up and down his upper thigh, while the other is still cupping his face, to hold him in position.

Yunho knows he should stop. Though for what reason, he has no clue because he cannot think of a single one, but he’s sure there are many. However, the hot supple mouth over his and the heat of their hardening cocks frotting against each other through their swimwear is too much to say no to. And when Jaejoong runs his hand up along his neck, fingers playing along his jawline before moving to card his wet hair, his grip firm even as he tries to get closer to Yunho, is too much. The soft moan and shy whimpers against his mouth is his undoing.

He drags his mouth from the teenager’s, nuzzling his jaw before nosing a path to the side of his face. He takes a long lick along the curve of his delicate ear, satisfied when Jaejoong shudders in his arms, even as he tries to get closer still. The boy cannot stop moving, and every movement sends a flame of desire right through him with every pass over his now fully hard cock. He knows Jaejoong can feel it, and he isn’t running. He nibbles the piercing-free lobe, before he whispers hoarsely into his ear, inhaling and breathing the boy as he speaks to him so intimately.

“Jaejoong, please tell me to stop.”

The teenager makes a sound, but it is unintelligible. However the shaking of his head is answer enough.

“Then tell me what you want.”

Jaejoong moans plaintively as Yunho nips his ear again. He is struggling not move because he wants to kiss the man again. To kiss his way down that hard body, that broad frame. He rocks in his lap and mewls when he feels Yunho’s cock against his. It is not enough. He wants more contact, more friction, but he doesn’t know what to do next. Well, he knows what he wants to do, but he’s not sure how to get it.

“Jaejoong… Jaejoong, I need you to tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please touch me…”

Yunho drags his mouth from that beautiful ear, to look at Jaejoong in the semi-darkness, those luminous doe eyes glittering in the dark. That full mouth is parted, and the boy is panting softly, looking so innocently and trustingly at Yunho. Even as they stare, Jaejoong takes Yunho’s free hand, the one not currently squeezing his upper thigh, and places it over his heart. He moves his splayed hand, and a fingertip brushes against a hardened nipple. A nipple with a barbell through it, and his eyes widen at the discovery. The teenager is really full of surprises. Suddenly eager to taste him, Yunho drops his hand, both hands move to grip Jaejoong’s hips tightly, lifting him slightly before he drops his head to claim that nipple. As his lips close over the piercing and he licks and tugs, Jaejoong lets out a long keening moan, hands fisted in his hair as his body trembles from the new sensation.

Jaejoong is certain he can see stars. His body is like a giant nerve, so terribly sensitive, almost painfully so, but it is so delicious. If kissing Yunho is like heaven, what is this? Every suck sends bolts of lightning through him, his body twitching at each pull. Yunho moves to the other nipple, equally hard, but without the paraphernalia and Jaejoong is practically clawing as his shoulders now.

The older man soon moves his mouth back to the original nipple, nipping lightly before licking heavily, trailing his tongue back but slowly, languidly, tasting the water on that glowing skin, and latching onto a collarbone. He sucks lightly, before biting, encouraged by Jaejoong’s loud whimpers, marking the teenager as his. The boy has somehow moved, or been moved in such a way that Yunho’s heavy cock is now nestled against the cleave in his ass, and every time he rocks in his lap, Yunho responds by thrusting upwards.

Jaejoong wants more. He knows exactly how this works, but yet he doesn’t. Watching porn is one thing, actually doing it is a completely different story and he suddenly feels very shy and unsure of himself. A raging need is sweeping through his body and he is unfamiliar with the feeling, almost terrified at being swept away, and so he holds on. He hangs onto Yunho, because the man is his anchor. He can feel Yunho, hard and thick against his ass, and the friction he can feel through his tight swim shorts is driving him crazy. Not putting too much thought into it, Jaejoong moves back and away from Yunho who is looking at him in surprise. He quickly pulls off his shorts, thankful that he didn’t listen to his sister about the briefs, and climbs back astride Yunho, as naked as that day sixteen years ago.

Yunho sees, but he is finding it hard to believe. And then he feels Jaejoong’s bare cock against his belly, hard and needy as Jaejoong rubs against him, eyes half-lidded and slowly shutting, mouth parted in a perfect O, his head thrown back slightly as he tries to get closer, and he knows he is not dreaming. The beautiful teenager is naked and willing, but Yunho is not yet completely lost that he is going to allow Jaejoong’s first time to be in a hot tub. But there can be other first times…

Jaejoong’s eyes fly open when he feels a large palm close over his cock, a sure hand fisting his swollen member. His breath is coming in short pants, but the soft sound is drowned out by the churning water. He watches as a slow smirk spreads across Yunho’s handsome face, and he speaks without thinking, his words coming out in a breathless whisper, the transformation on Yunho’s face almost kills him with need in that instant.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Pot calling the kettle black?”

“Still as precocious as I remember.”

“What else do you remember?”

“I remember that we’re not done with the do-over.”

And with that, Yunho moves, flipping them around, and depositing Jaejoong in his seat as he kneels in the middle of the hot tub. He reaches under the water blindly, unerringly finding Jaejoong’s cock again, fisting it, watching the teenager’s eyes roll back as he slumps against the wall of the tub. He smiles at the beautiful boy, leaning forward to hook an arm under his butt, and then lifting him to the ledge meant for books or glasses of wine. The teenager lets out a surprised yelp, which turns into a strangled shout when Yunho’s mouth closes over him, as he kneels between his legs.

“Yunho…oh my god Yunho what are you doing. Fuck, god, oh my god…”

Yunho keeps a firm hand on Jaejoong’s hip, to keep him from moving away, as his other hand fists the base of his surprisingly lengthy cock. He pops his mouth off the head briefly, watching in fascination as clear drops of liquid form at each pump of his hand. He takes an experimental lick, and the moan Jaejoong lets out spurs him on, as he wraps his mouth around the tip, tonguing the slit hard before swallowing the boy’s cock down, hand still on the base, hollowing out his cheeks as his mouth moves over the hot length.

Jaejoong feels like he’s about to fall over. All the sensations running amok through his body, he’s impressed that he’s not screaming even louder. As it is, he is chewing hard on his bottom lip, legs stuttering and shaking, thankful for Yunho’s firm grip on him because he is sure he’d have fallen over into the water without him. His breath comes out as a hiss, as Yunho’s teeth grazes the tip, liking the feeling more than he thinks he should.

Yunho can’t get enough of the teenager, no longer listening to his head, but his heart. He wants the boy to lay claim on him, just like he did all those years ago, though not quite like that. He can feel him jerking underneath his mouth, and a glance up through his eyelashes reveal a very wide-eyed Jaejoong staring down at him, his lips so red and full, that Yunho can’t help what he does, as he surges up out of the water, claiming that mouth for his.

Jaejoong immediately wraps his arms and legs around Yunho, kissing him for all he’s worth. The sensations are threatening to drown him, and he needs to hang on to something. He wants more and yet he doesn’t. He wants so much but he doesn’t know what he wants. He trusts Yunho though, he trusts him completely, and he pours all his feelings and trust into the kiss, sucking desperately on the older man’s tongue, tasting himself on it. That realisation sends another wave of desire through him that would have knocked him over if Yunho hadn’t been holding him tight, both hands splayed across his waist. Jaejoong rubs his erection against his belly, whining softly, missing that hot mouth, but not wanting to relinquish it just yet as Yunho returns his sounds with a soft groan of his own which Jaejoong eagerly takes in.

Jaejoong moves his hands to the front of Yunho’s tented shorts, the size and hardness scaring him a little, but then Yunho gasps against his mouth, and he feels a little more confident, pressing the flat of his palm against the hard bulge, sucking on Yunho’s plush lower lip even as the older man groans deeply, before catching Jaejoong’s hand by the wrist and pulling it away.

Yunho ignores, Jaejoong’s protesting whine, as the boy struggles to free his hand. He pulls his mouth away from Jaejoong’s, slipping down once again between his legs, the teenager’s hard length dragging across his belly and chest as he slides downwards, mouth all over whatever skin he can find, nipping, sucking and licking a path back down. The time the belly piercing catches his eye, and he licks at it, chuckling when Jaejoong growls, fisting his hair as he tugs. Yunho turns his gaze upwards once again and is inflamed by the heat in the younger man’s eyes. He smirks up at the teenager, amused when Jaejoong’s bedroom eyes become even more inviting, even as he licks at the wet head of the boy’s cock, sucking hard at the tip, teeth grazing just around the slit, before he swallows him down whole once again. He relaxes his throat even as Jaejoong screams, the sound echoing bouncing off the glass walls. His mouth is filled with warm cum, and he swallows whatever the boy as to give, holding the trembling teenager upright with a hand around his waist.

Jaejoong’s head is spinning. He’s masturbated before of course but nowhere close has he ever come this hard and this suddenly. It is as if a dam has just burst and every single feeling and sensation he’s been keeping just under his skin, rippling and waiting for release, explodes in an instant. He cannot stop the scream that escapes, always vocal, though usually he is muffled by a pillow. Not this time. He can hear himself, and he can vaguely see himself outlined along a glass wall, sitting on the ledge of the hot tub, a hand fisted in Yunho’s hair while the other around the forearm of the hand holding him upright by the waist. He looks wanton and debauched, his hair messed up and sticking up oddly. Seeing Yunho’s head between his thighs though, sends heat coursing right through his body once again and he groans low and deep, just as Yunho releases him from his mouth. He looks down at the man gazing up at him, eyes dark with lust, and he tugs his hand free from his hair, trailing them along Yunho’s jaw, before rubbing his thumb across that pouty lower lip. He can feel the stickiness, and curious, he pops his thumb into his own mouth, tasting the salty essence. He can’t stop the face he makes though, and Yunho’s soft chuckles is a welcome sound as he sheepishly slides back into the water, his face suffused in colour.

“Not to your taste?”

Jaejoong pops his thumb back into his mouth, but the water has washed away anything that’s left, and he cocks his head, looking at the man in front of him. He moves forward, pushing Yunho back till he is once again seated along the wall of the hot tub, and he climbs astride once again. Yunho’s continuous chuckling is warming his heart, his face, and his body. He knows the man is laughing at him, but he doesn’t mind. Yunho can laugh at him for the rest of his life if he has a mind to.

“Are you marked as mine yet?”

“I can still taste you, Jae…”

He drags his thumb once again along Yunho’s bottom lip, before he leans forward, replacing his thumb with his mouth, tongue licking tentatively at Yunho lips, seeking entrance, but not sure what he will find. Yunho doesn’t push him, simply letting him poke and prod at his lips with his tongue till Jaejoong draws back with a pouty huff at the man’s uncooperative behaviour.

“I’m shy.”

Yunho raises an eyebrow at the naked teenager sitting astride his lap, the crease in his ass once again nestling his still-hard erection rather well. He drops his eyes down, and then running them back up, his gaze meaningful, and Jaejoong pouts in response, while nodding earnestly, a hand curved around and caressing the nape of Yunho’s neck, playing with his hair.

“I really am shy. Why won’t you kiss me back?”

“My mouth is full of you, Jae. It didn’t look like you enjoyed that little taste you had.”

Jaejoong can feel the heat rising in his cheeks again. He is really thankful for the darkness because if Yunho already finds him amusing in the dark, he will be cackling like his mother was earlier, in the light. He hums, running the fingers of his other hand along Yunho’s collarbones, trailing the tips lightly, a soft affectionate touch, as he stares at the hollow at the base of the older man’s throat.

“Please kiss me.”

Yunho raises his hand in response, tilting Jaejoong’s chin up to look him in the eyes, and he sees innocence and trust there, as well as something else. Something he wants to know more about. He pulls the boy closer, and their lips meet, a gentle kiss, much like the kiss they shared in his office not two days ago. This time, he meets Jaejoong’s shy licks against his mouth with his tongue, and the boy makes a tiny mewling sound as he opens his mouth for Yunho’s tongue, allowing the man to delve in, and to share Jaejoong’s essence with the teenager. Jaejoong’s grip on the back of his neck tightens and he deepens the kiss, their tongues dancing against each other, massaging and licking, finally pulling apart when Jaejoong needs air, the boy sucking it in hard.

“I taste better on you.”

Yunho’s laughter is loud this time, ringing around the balcony as he pulls Jaejoong down against his chest, moving him off his cock so that his now semi-hard member sits snugly between them, hugging the boy close, affection for the strange teenager overflowing, like his laughter. He feels Jaejoong rock, a hand now ghosting down his belly towards his cock and he captures his hand again, shaking his head at the boy who is looking puzzled.

“What about you?”

“Next time.” Yunho nuzzles the top of Jaejoong’s head as the boy tucks his face against his throat and wraps his arms around him. The teenager’s next word brings a smile to his face.

AN: I’m sorry for the fail!smut. I really really really find it hard to write tender stuff… Give me hard and fast anytime but dealing with someone’s (almost) first time? Good god I can’t… Mine was over a decade ago! So yeah… ugh, sorry. SO SO SO SORRY.

Chapter 11a

I'm surprised they got to know each other as kids. Although I shouldn't be surprised since their families move in the same circles. Jae's mom and sister are awesome! They gave him such excellent advice. Their 'wedding ceremony' years ago is so cute! It must be fate that they found each other again after sixteen years. Forget about their pseudo wedding ceremonies from then and now and just get married for real! Hehe!


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Stuck in Traffic

A ribbon of brake lights extended into the darkness ahead of them.

"This construction traffic is going to take forever," Fiona lamented.

"That's the one bad thing about trips during the summer, road construction season. We will just have to find a way to pass the time," Frank replied.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Just lay our seat back and relax, I have a story for you..."

"What's it about?"

"It's about you."

"Oh Really."

Frank began to talk. "Your alone in a meadow, there is a small lake with a fishing pier in front of you. It's a clear summer day, you have just hiked up a hill to get here. You take off your pack and spread a towel out on the ground. You walk out onto the pier, dangling your legs in the water. It's cool, but tolerable. You strip off your shirt and shorts, and stand on the pier, taking one more look around. There is no one else around. Quickly you remove your sports bra and thong, and dive into the water. There are some buoys near the middle of the lake, the ranger said they were markers for the float planes that fly fishermen in, but there are none today. You're treading water, the lake is so clear you can see your feet. It's a short swim out to the buoys, and they are big enough to sit on. You swim out to one and climb onto it. You lean back against one, letting the sun warm your skin before heading back. You swim to each of the buoys, then head back to the pier, feeling a bit chilled after so much time in the lake.

"Your pack and towel are still on the edge of the meadow, so you slip your shoes back on, pick up your clothes and walk back. You lay your clothes on your pack, and lay down on the blanket. The water runs down your breasts as the sun warms them. The clouds drift by overhead. The stillness in interrupted by splashing. You sit up and look out at the lake, there is a man swimming out to the buoys. You can see a towel laid out on the pier, with a pack and a pile of clothes beside it. He's using the breaststroke to swim out, and it looks like he's naked. He gets to the buoy and starts swimming back to the pier. He's using the backstroke to return, and he is certainly naked. You watch as he climbs back onto the pier, crouches down, and dives back in. He repeats the process for each buoy, and you enjoy watching the show. He's in really good shape, and is an excellent swimmer," Frank pause for a few seconds, then starting talking again.

"He stops swimming and starts treading water. He's looking right at you. You remember you are still naked, but decide not to get dressed. He waves.

'Come on in the waters great' he calls out. You sprint toward the lake and take a running leap off the end of the dock. He swims up next to you.

'Race you to the last buoy and back.' he says, challenging you.

'What do I get when I win?' you ask.

'Whatever you want' he replies.

'3, 2, 1, go' you say quickly.

Both of you start swimming. It's a close race. He's probably a bit faster, but you are better rested. Its close, but you beat him by a half-length. You stand in the lake at the end of the pier. The water is shoulder deep for you. He swims next to you and stands up

'About my prize...' you say.

You put your hands on his chest

'I'll start with this.'

Your hands slide down in body, under the surface of the water.

'.. And this.'

You wrap your hands around his penis.

He smiles at you

'I'm ready for some sun. 'You say as you climb onto the pier, he follows you.

You tell him 'Get on the towel.'

He lies on his back, looking up at you. The sun is quickly drying both of you, and the warmth feels good.

You kneel down near his head, facing his feet. You look down the length of his body and stare at erection."

Frank paused to maneuver through an uneven lane change.

"Now where was I... oh yea, here," Frank said, resuming his story.

"You lean down and kiss his chest. Your breasts are right above his face. You look down his body. He is lean and tan. You press your lips to his chest, and he takes your breasts in his hands."

Frank watched as Fiona slid her hands inside her shirt and began to caress her breasts.

"Keep going, "she moaned.

"He squeezes your breast and circles your nipple with his tongue. You begin to crawl forward, your lips kissing his ribs, his abs, and his hips. He does the same to you as your body passes his mouth. His hands remain on your breasts, gently caressing them and pinching your nipples.

You put your hands around his cock, and slowly stroke it. You lower your mouth and put your lips on his dick. He puts his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. As you do, he puts his hands on your ass, and pulls you down to his mouth. You feel his lips and tongue all over your vagina. He is sucking on your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and squeezing your ass. You continue to stroke his cock and your head bobs up and down. You crawl forward a little more, moving away from his mouth, and rubbing his dick between your tits. He slides his fingers in and out of you pussy. You look down, watching his cock between your breasts. You want to fuck him. You move down a bit more, sit up and guide his penis between your legs. You lean forward, your hands are beside his knees. He has his hands back on your ass as you ride up and down on his cock."

Fiona leaned her seat all the way back, and slipped out of her shorts. Her hands moved between her legs and she started to stroke between her legs.

"What happens next?" she asked insistently.

"You see his phone sitting next to the towel. You pick it up, lean back and take a picture. The screen shows you from the shoulders down, your breasts fill most of the image, but the middle of the picture is filled with his penis penetrating you. You grin and toss the camera back down. You wonder if he even saw you do that. You lean back a bit more, and he puts his hands on your tits."

Frank reached over with one hand and caressed Fiona's breast. Her eyes were closed, and both her hands were between her legs. She had completely forgotten about the traffic jam.

Fiona put her hand on Franks and guided it between her legs. Then she slid her hand under his. His fingertips were resting on the lips of her vagina, and hers were pressing against her clit. Frank continued with his story.

"You feel waves of pleasure passing through your body. He's pinching your nipples, and thrusting his hips up against you.

You look over your shoulder at him

'I'm ready for you to come. I want you to come inside me. I want every last bit.' you say to him. You lean forward again, and start bouncing up and down on his, riding the full length of his cock. You go up until he is barely penetrating you, then down until you ass is pressed hard against his hip."

Frank could feel Fiona rubbing her clit "More," she moaned. "I want more of you Frank. I want your fingers inside me when I come." Frank pressed his fingers down, and let them slip between this wet folds of Fiona's pussy, he continued with his story.

"He lets out a loud moan, you feel his orgasm. You continue to fuck him until he has nothing left. You lie down next to him. He's still breathing hard.

'I never got your name, 'he manages between gasps.

'And you won't. You can keep this to remember me by, 'and you show him the image on his phone. He holds the phone, staring at the picture of you fucking him.

'In case ', you say, ' your buddies think you made this up.' With that you stand up and walk back to your gear. You get dressed and walk back into the woods, with one last glance back at him. He's still lying on the towel, looking at the phone.

Fiona let out a loud moan. Frank could feel her orgasm with his fingers.

She looked over at him and smiled, "That was the best traffic jam ever."

"It's over now, we should make good time now, "Frank said, smiling.

She reached around for her clothes

"Why don't you leave those off just a little longer," Frank suggested. Fiona noticed Frank had moved the mirror so he was looking at her instead of out the back window. There was almost no traffic now. She closed her eyes and thought of that lake once more.

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