The Blond
Title: The Blond
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu gets a lot of guys leering at him from the other side of the bar, and as long as they don’t touch, he doesn’t mind. But there’s one customer - a very attractive, very stoic blond customer - that he wouldn’t mind being touched by… He wouldn’t mind at all.
Junsu smirked.
He was here again. The blond. Jaejoong, wasn’t it? He’d been coming around a lot lately. Always came alone, always sat at the bar, never took his eyes off Junsu. Or, more specifically, his ass.
Junsu could feel the blond’s eyes on him now. His smirk grew wider.
Patrons often took a special interest in Junsu, resulting in more drinks being ordered and more tips in his pocket, so he liked to indulge them when he could; he wore tight jeans, bent over a lot, swayed his hips when he walked. Yunho called him a cock-tease, but Yunho was just jealous that Junsu got more tips. And had a better ass.
“Hey,” Junsu licked his lips as he stopped in front of the blond. “What can I get you?” He rested his hands on the counter and pushed his hips to the side, not missing the way the blond’s eyes flicked to the curve of his behind.
“Bottle of soju,” the blond replied. His voice was rough, so unlike his beautiful features.
“You got it.” Junsu ignored the clean glasses next to him, instead turning around and reaching up into the cupboard behind the bar. He turned back to see the blond’s eyes focused below his waist. Smiling, he placed the glass on the bar and turned around again, bending over to retrieve a bottle from the fridge. The blond’s eyes were still following his every movement. He opened the bottle and poured the clear liquid into the glass slowly, deliberately. “That’ll be a thousand.”
The blond held out a note and Junsu made sure to brush the man’s fingers as he took it.
“If you need anything else, just call me.”
The blond nodded before tossing back his drink and quickly pouring another. He never said much until he’d had his first bottle. He got a little more chatty after that, but was still terribly reserved. It only intrigued Junsu more.
Junsu wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with customers - it invited far too many problems - but he thought he could make an exception for the blond. It was extremely shallow, of course, because Junsu knew nothing about the man other than his first name and the fact that he liked to stare at Junsu’s ass, but as far as customers went, he was one of the nicer ones. He looked, sure, but he never tried to touch, never even tried to engage Junsu in conversation.
Yunho said the blond was scary and Junsu shouldn’t get involved with him, but Yunho was sleeping with two patrons who turned out to be best friends, so Junsu didn’t think he was the best person to be giving advice. And besides, it’s not like Junsu wanted to date the guy - he just wanted to see what kind of expressions he’d make whilst in ecstasy, whether his voice would still be that gravelly, and what he would choose to do to Junsu’s ass. That was all.
“Bar-keep,” the blond called, snapping Junsu out of his thoughts.
“Yes, sir?”
“Another, please.”
Junsu smiled and obliged, enjoying the feeling of the blond’s eyes on him as he bent over. “It’s Junsu, by the way,” he said, opening the new bottle. “My name. But you knew that, didn’t you? I told you last time.”
The blond nodded but said nothing, only handed over another thousand-won bill.
“And you’re Jaejoong, right?” Junsu caressed the other’s fingers as he took the note.
The blond nodded again.
“Well, Jaejoong… Enjoy your drink. And as always, please do call me if you need me.”
Junsu sauntered over to the other side of the bar, his fingertips still tingling. He needed to get laid. Soon. Preferably by the blond. It had been too long since he’d last had sex and his blood was thrumming just thinking about the other man’s hands on him. He would proposition him when he next asked for a drink, and he would ask, because the blond never had less than three bottles, and he would accept, because no way could he stare at Junsu’s ass for as long as he had and not want to put his dick inside. Junsu’s blood pumped faster.
Sure enough, not fifteen minutes later, the blond called him over again.
“Yes, Jaejoong? What can I do for you?”
“Another, please.”
“Are you sure?” Junsu asked, leaning his forearms on the bar and bringing his face closer to the blond’s. “Are you sure that’s all I can do for you?”
The blond frowned, confused at Junsu’s question.
“What I mean is, are you sure it’s a drink you want? Not… me?”
The blond’s eyes opened wide and he sat up straighter, but he didn’t move away. “I… A drink… is good for now…”
Junsu felt his stomach drop. He was paralysed with shame until the blond spoke again.
“But… What time do you get off…?”
Junsu’s smile returned, along with his cocky confidence, and he replied, “I get off whenever you want me to get off.” When the blond didn’t reply, only looked embarrassed and awkward, he softened his tone and said, “Five hours. Can you wait that long?”
The blond nodded. “I…”
“Because I can’t. I was thinking of taking a break now, anyway. Why don’t you join me?”
The blond looked at him for a silent second, then downed the rest of his drink, not even bothering to pour it into the glass.
“Let’s go.”
Junsu grinned. “Follow me,” he told the blond as he began walking to the side of the bar and towards a darkened doorway that warned customers not to pass beyond that point. Almost as an after-thought, he called to Yunho, “I’m going on break. Back in five.” He saw the blond raise his eyebrows and amended, “Better make that ten.”
The eyebrows were still raised, but Junsu said nothing more. He knew that he was too excited to last longer than ten minutes, too sexually frustrated to hold out, so he’d just have to make sure the blond got off quickly, too. He couldn’t wait to feel the other’s cock.
The blond’s presence was firm behind him as he followed Junsu into the backroom. He still didn't say anything, but when Junsu cast a glance back to the other, he could see the blond’s chest rising and falling rapidly and a faint tint of red on those gorgeous cheekbones. A quick look down revealed a bulge in the blond’s trousers, which Junsu was fairly certain wasn’t just a wrinkle in the fabric. The blond was evidently more excited than he wanted to let on. How delicious.
Junsu closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click. He wasn’t prepared to see the blond standing so close when he turned around. He gasped, expecting to be shoved hard against the door and have his mouth ravaged, but the blond seemed hesitant to touch him. Junsu decided to help him out. He reached down and took hold of the other’s hands before bringing them behind himself and making the blond grab his ass.
The blond needed no encouragement to squeeze the soft mounds of flesh, though that was all he did.
Junsu leant forward to hold the other’s shoulders, bringing their chests together. The blond’s body was hard, firm, well muscled, and Junsu nuzzled his neck in appreciation, yet the other still made no attempt to move things along. Junsu was growing impatient.
“Take my trousers off,” he whispered in the blond’s ear.
The blond’s breath hitched and his fingers were suddenly tugging at Junsu’s fly, pulling at the clothing, and he inhaled sharply when Junsu’s underwear slid down his legs at the same time. His hands hovered by Junsu’s bare hips and Junsu fought the urge to groan.
It was going to take forever at this rate and he was already hard and throbbing.
“Touch me,” he whispered, kicking his shoes off along with the clothes pooled at his ankles.
The blond’s fingers were on his ass again in an instant, kneading the flesh and inadvertently bringing their crotches together. Both men moaned.
Junsu drew back slightly to place a kiss on the other’s lips, pleased at how soft the blond’s mouth was.
The blond kissed back, hesitantly, but with passion burning behind each gentle touch. He clearly wanted Junsu but was afraid to show it.
Now if only they could get to the sex…
Junsu drew back entirely, breaking all contact with the other man. Before the blond could protest, Junsu sauntered over to the furthest corner of the room, quickly shedding his shirt as he went, then rested his hands against the wall and cocked his hip. He smirked, fully aware of the picture he was presenting. How could the other resist him now?
And yet, the blond remained still. His eyes roamed over Junsu, continually flicked back to his pert bottom, but he didn’t move from his spot.
Junsu had to fight back a squeal of annoyance.
“Come here,” he said, more force in the words than he had intended.
The blond obeyed, though, and was behind Junsu in an instant. He licked his lips as he focused his gaze on Junsu’s ass.
“Finger me,” Junsu commanded, realising that the other would do nothing unless instructed. Reaching behind a box, Junsu withdrew a tube of lubricant that Yunho thought no one knew about, and handed it to the blond. “Use this liberally. I’m not into pain.”
There were slick fingers at Junsu’s entrance in no time, first circling, testing the muscles, spreading the cool gel, then one was pushing in, gently, teasingly, easing into Junsu at a leisurely pace, easily finding his prostate and applying pressure, and Junsu couldn’t keep his eyes open, couldn’t stop his legs from shaking, could barely breathe it felt so good.
“More,” he whispered.
The blond twisted his finger and withdrew it before applying more lubrication and pushing it back in with a second. He was less methodical this time, simply thrusting the fingers in, but he was no less skilful in pleasing Junsu. He alternated between massaging Junsu’s prostate, turning his fingers this way and that, and trying to open Junsu’s passage wider. It didn’t take long for him to add a third finger, and Junsu was rocking back onto him by then.
Eyelids fluttering, Junsu cast a glance over his shoulder. The blond was breathing hard, fixated on his fingers moving in and out of Junsu, but his other hand was wrapped around his swollen member. Junsu hadn’t even heard the sound of the zip.
“Put it in me,” he ordered.
The blond looked up suddenly, eyes wide, fingers still, seemingly haven forgotten that Junsu had a mouth as well as an ass.
“Your cock,” Junsu clarified and handed the other a condom - also from Yunho’s not-so-secret stash. “Put it in me.”
The blond blinked once, twice, then surged into motion; withdrawing his fingers and snatching the condom, tearing it open and rolling it down, adding more lube and positioning himself at Junsu’s waiting entrance.
It was all so quick, Junsu was almost taken aback. He waited, but the other went no further.
At his limit, Junsu whined, “Fuck me.”
The blond did just that. He thrust into Junsu in one harsh push, both men catching their breath at the intense sensations. His hands gripped Junsu’s hips and his fingers tugged the smaller man onto him, finally taking the lead.
Junsu moaned, long and loud, having almost forgotten what sex could feel like. His whole body quivered, shaking under the onslaught of ecstasy. The blond may have needed instruction beforehand, but he sure knew what he was doing now.
Junsu’s nipples were pinched and pulled, the sharp pain quickly turning to pleasure. The head of his cock was teased by a warm hand and soft fingers, which danced over the sensitive skin and smeared pre-come all around, before finally he was taken in a strong grip. He pushed back onto the blond more forcefully.
They had already wasted enough time and Junsu knew that this couldn’t last long, but the feelings that the blond was evoking made him want to stay there forever. The thick, firm cock inside of him thrust with just the right rhythm; the hand around his own cock stroked him tightly, perfectly; the breathy, barely-there sounds the blond was making made him shiver, and all of it combined drove his need for the other higher.
Junsu whimpered, fingers gripping tight to the wall in front of him as he tried to steady his emotions. This felt too good and it had been too long. He was going to come, soon, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The blond’s mouth moved to the juncture of Junsu’s neck, his lips just brushing the skin there.
Junsu needed more contact. He tilted his head, giving the blond full access, and was rewarded with a hot trail of kisses right up to his ear. His ass clenched around the other as his heartbeat became more erratic.
“Junsu,” the blond murmured, so quiet it was almost a groan.
Junsu realised that it was the first time the other had spoken since they’d entered the room. His inner muscles squeezed the other’s cock again, and as the blond twisted his hand at the tip of Junsu’s length, that intoxicating voice said his name once more.
It was enough to push Junsu over the edge.
It happened suddenly, his whole body shaking, vibrating with orgasm as he cried out, legs struggling to hold him up. The blond buried his face in Junsu’s shoulder and he felt the other go rigid, hips jerking once, twice, and then he was resting heavily against Junsu, his harsh pants warming the skin on Junsu’s back.
The two of them stayed like that for a moment, sated.
Junsu expected the blond to pull out quickly, to regain his composure and leave as though nothing had happened. He was surprised to feel the other’s strong hands wrap around his torso, gently caressing the skin, and to have those soft lips plant sweet kisses on his neck.
“Um…” he started, not sure how he was meant to react.
The blond had been so reserved earlier - it threw Junsu that he was being so affectionate now.
At the sound of Junsu’s voice, the blond froze. His lips left Junsu’s skin, taking the warmth along with them, and he stepped back, slowly sliding out of Junsu and breaking all contact.
Junsu turned around but the other was focusing on the condom, not him.
The room felt suddenly quiet, the atmosphere awkward now that the urgent need was gone.
Junsu walked to where he’d discarded his shirt, slipping it on silently. When he glanced at the blond again, he found him watching him, the other’s jeans already zipped back up and the condom held between delicate fingers.
“Oh, um,” Junsu said, his voice louder than he thought it would be. “You can just, uh, put it in that bin there…”
He gestured to the blond’s right and quickly turned to gather the rest of his clothes, pulling them on in record time. That was possibly the best sex he’d ever had, so why was it so weird now? What was he supposed to say?
Junsu looked toward the blond again and found him standing right behind him. He was slightly taken aback at how stealthily the other could move, but was more intrigued with the blush on the blond’s cheeks and the way he wouldn’t meet Junsu’s eyes.
It was actually rather cute.
With one hand on the door handle, Junsu smiled and leant in to peck the other man on the cheek.
The blond blinked, finally looking up. A shy smile spread across his striking features. He licked his lips, looked away, took a deep breath and looked back.
“Thank you… Junsu,” the blond said.
Junsu felt his breath catch.
“Anytime… Jaejoong.”
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu gets a lot of guys leering at him from the other side of the bar, and as long as they don’t touch, he doesn’t mind. But there’s one customer - a very attractive, very stoic blond customer - that he wouldn’t mind being touched by… He wouldn’t mind at all.
Junsu smirked.
He was here again. The blond. Jaejoong, wasn’t it? He’d been coming around a lot lately. Always came alone, always sat at the bar, never took his eyes off Junsu. Or, more specifically, his ass.
Junsu could feel the blond’s eyes on him now. His smirk grew wider.
Patrons often took a special interest in Junsu, resulting in more drinks being ordered and more tips in his pocket, so he liked to indulge them when he could; he wore tight jeans, bent over a lot, swayed his hips when he walked. Yunho called him a cock-tease, but Yunho was just jealous that Junsu got more tips. And had a better ass.
“Hey,” Junsu licked his lips as he stopped in front of the blond. “What can I get you?” He rested his hands on the counter and pushed his hips to the side, not missing the way the blond’s eyes flicked to the curve of his behind.
“Bottle of soju,” the blond replied. His voice was rough, so unlike his beautiful features.
“You got it.” Junsu ignored the clean glasses next to him, instead turning around and reaching up into the cupboard behind the bar. He turned back to see the blond’s eyes focused below his waist. Smiling, he placed the glass on the bar and turned around again, bending over to retrieve a bottle from the fridge. The blond’s eyes were still following his every movement. He opened the bottle and poured the clear liquid into the glass slowly, deliberately. “That’ll be a thousand.”
The blond held out a note and Junsu made sure to brush the man’s fingers as he took it.
“If you need anything else, just call me.”
The blond nodded before tossing back his drink and quickly pouring another. He never said much until he’d had his first bottle. He got a little more chatty after that, but was still terribly reserved. It only intrigued Junsu more.
Junsu wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with customers - it invited far too many problems - but he thought he could make an exception for the blond. It was extremely shallow, of course, because Junsu knew nothing about the man other than his first name and the fact that he liked to stare at Junsu’s ass, but as far as customers went, he was one of the nicer ones. He looked, sure, but he never tried to touch, never even tried to engage Junsu in conversation.
Yunho said the blond was scary and Junsu shouldn’t get involved with him, but Yunho was sleeping with two patrons who turned out to be best friends, so Junsu didn’t think he was the best person to be giving advice. And besides, it’s not like Junsu wanted to date the guy - he just wanted to see what kind of expressions he’d make whilst in ecstasy, whether his voice would still be that gravelly, and what he would choose to do to Junsu’s ass. That was all.
“Bar-keep,” the blond called, snapping Junsu out of his thoughts.
“Yes, sir?”
“Another, please.”
Junsu smiled and obliged, enjoying the feeling of the blond’s eyes on him as he bent over. “It’s Junsu, by the way,” he said, opening the new bottle. “My name. But you knew that, didn’t you? I told you last time.”
The blond nodded but said nothing, only handed over another thousand-won bill.
“And you’re Jaejoong, right?” Junsu caressed the other’s fingers as he took the note.
The blond nodded again.
“Well, Jaejoong… Enjoy your drink. And as always, please do call me if you need me.”
Junsu sauntered over to the other side of the bar, his fingertips still tingling. He needed to get laid. Soon. Preferably by the blond. It had been too long since he’d last had sex and his blood was thrumming just thinking about the other man’s hands on him. He would proposition him when he next asked for a drink, and he would ask, because the blond never had less than three bottles, and he would accept, because no way could he stare at Junsu’s ass for as long as he had and not want to put his dick inside. Junsu’s blood pumped faster.
Sure enough, not fifteen minutes later, the blond called him over again.
“Yes, Jaejoong? What can I do for you?”
“Another, please.”
“Are you sure?” Junsu asked, leaning his forearms on the bar and bringing his face closer to the blond’s. “Are you sure that’s all I can do for you?”
The blond frowned, confused at Junsu’s question.
“What I mean is, are you sure it’s a drink you want? Not… me?”
The blond’s eyes opened wide and he sat up straighter, but he didn’t move away. “I… A drink… is good for now…”
Junsu felt his stomach drop. He was paralysed with shame until the blond spoke again.
“But… What time do you get off…?”
Junsu’s smile returned, along with his cocky confidence, and he replied, “I get off whenever you want me to get off.” When the blond didn’t reply, only looked embarrassed and awkward, he softened his tone and said, “Five hours. Can you wait that long?”
The blond nodded. “I…”
“Because I can’t. I was thinking of taking a break now, anyway. Why don’t you join me?”
The blond looked at him for a silent second, then downed the rest of his drink, not even bothering to pour it into the glass.
“Let’s go.”
Junsu grinned. “Follow me,” he told the blond as he began walking to the side of the bar and towards a darkened doorway that warned customers not to pass beyond that point. Almost as an after-thought, he called to Yunho, “I’m going on break. Back in five.” He saw the blond raise his eyebrows and amended, “Better make that ten.”
The eyebrows were still raised, but Junsu said nothing more. He knew that he was too excited to last longer than ten minutes, too sexually frustrated to hold out, so he’d just have to make sure the blond got off quickly, too. He couldn’t wait to feel the other’s cock.
The blond’s presence was firm behind him as he followed Junsu into the backroom. He still didn't say anything, but when Junsu cast a glance back to the other, he could see the blond’s chest rising and falling rapidly and a faint tint of red on those gorgeous cheekbones. A quick look down revealed a bulge in the blond’s trousers, which Junsu was fairly certain wasn’t just a wrinkle in the fabric. The blond was evidently more excited than he wanted to let on. How delicious.
Junsu closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click. He wasn’t prepared to see the blond standing so close when he turned around. He gasped, expecting to be shoved hard against the door and have his mouth ravaged, but the blond seemed hesitant to touch him. Junsu decided to help him out. He reached down and took hold of the other’s hands before bringing them behind himself and making the blond grab his ass.
The blond needed no encouragement to squeeze the soft mounds of flesh, though that was all he did.
Junsu leant forward to hold the other’s shoulders, bringing their chests together. The blond’s body was hard, firm, well muscled, and Junsu nuzzled his neck in appreciation, yet the other still made no attempt to move things along. Junsu was growing impatient.
“Take my trousers off,” he whispered in the blond’s ear.
The blond’s breath hitched and his fingers were suddenly tugging at Junsu’s fly, pulling at the clothing, and he inhaled sharply when Junsu’s underwear slid down his legs at the same time. His hands hovered by Junsu’s bare hips and Junsu fought the urge to groan.
It was going to take forever at this rate and he was already hard and throbbing.
“Touch me,” he whispered, kicking his shoes off along with the clothes pooled at his ankles.
The blond’s fingers were on his ass again in an instant, kneading the flesh and inadvertently bringing their crotches together. Both men moaned.
Junsu drew back slightly to place a kiss on the other’s lips, pleased at how soft the blond’s mouth was.
The blond kissed back, hesitantly, but with passion burning behind each gentle touch. He clearly wanted Junsu but was afraid to show it.
Now if only they could get to the sex…
Junsu drew back entirely, breaking all contact with the other man. Before the blond could protest, Junsu sauntered over to the furthest corner of the room, quickly shedding his shirt as he went, then rested his hands against the wall and cocked his hip. He smirked, fully aware of the picture he was presenting. How could the other resist him now?
And yet, the blond remained still. His eyes roamed over Junsu, continually flicked back to his pert bottom, but he didn’t move from his spot.
Junsu had to fight back a squeal of annoyance.
“Come here,” he said, more force in the words than he had intended.
The blond obeyed, though, and was behind Junsu in an instant. He licked his lips as he focused his gaze on Junsu’s ass.
“Finger me,” Junsu commanded, realising that the other would do nothing unless instructed. Reaching behind a box, Junsu withdrew a tube of lubricant that Yunho thought no one knew about, and handed it to the blond. “Use this liberally. I’m not into pain.”
There were slick fingers at Junsu’s entrance in no time, first circling, testing the muscles, spreading the cool gel, then one was pushing in, gently, teasingly, easing into Junsu at a leisurely pace, easily finding his prostate and applying pressure, and Junsu couldn’t keep his eyes open, couldn’t stop his legs from shaking, could barely breathe it felt so good.
“More,” he whispered.
The blond twisted his finger and withdrew it before applying more lubrication and pushing it back in with a second. He was less methodical this time, simply thrusting the fingers in, but he was no less skilful in pleasing Junsu. He alternated between massaging Junsu’s prostate, turning his fingers this way and that, and trying to open Junsu’s passage wider. It didn’t take long for him to add a third finger, and Junsu was rocking back onto him by then.
Eyelids fluttering, Junsu cast a glance over his shoulder. The blond was breathing hard, fixated on his fingers moving in and out of Junsu, but his other hand was wrapped around his swollen member. Junsu hadn’t even heard the sound of the zip.
“Put it in me,” he ordered.
The blond looked up suddenly, eyes wide, fingers still, seemingly haven forgotten that Junsu had a mouth as well as an ass.
“Your cock,” Junsu clarified and handed the other a condom - also from Yunho’s not-so-secret stash. “Put it in me.”
The blond blinked once, twice, then surged into motion; withdrawing his fingers and snatching the condom, tearing it open and rolling it down, adding more lube and positioning himself at Junsu’s waiting entrance.
It was all so quick, Junsu was almost taken aback. He waited, but the other went no further.
At his limit, Junsu whined, “Fuck me.”
The blond did just that. He thrust into Junsu in one harsh push, both men catching their breath at the intense sensations. His hands gripped Junsu’s hips and his fingers tugged the smaller man onto him, finally taking the lead.
Junsu moaned, long and loud, having almost forgotten what sex could feel like. His whole body quivered, shaking under the onslaught of ecstasy. The blond may have needed instruction beforehand, but he sure knew what he was doing now.
Junsu’s nipples were pinched and pulled, the sharp pain quickly turning to pleasure. The head of his cock was teased by a warm hand and soft fingers, which danced over the sensitive skin and smeared pre-come all around, before finally he was taken in a strong grip. He pushed back onto the blond more forcefully.
They had already wasted enough time and Junsu knew that this couldn’t last long, but the feelings that the blond was evoking made him want to stay there forever. The thick, firm cock inside of him thrust with just the right rhythm; the hand around his own cock stroked him tightly, perfectly; the breathy, barely-there sounds the blond was making made him shiver, and all of it combined drove his need for the other higher.
Junsu whimpered, fingers gripping tight to the wall in front of him as he tried to steady his emotions. This felt too good and it had been too long. He was going to come, soon, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The blond’s mouth moved to the juncture of Junsu’s neck, his lips just brushing the skin there.
Junsu needed more contact. He tilted his head, giving the blond full access, and was rewarded with a hot trail of kisses right up to his ear. His ass clenched around the other as his heartbeat became more erratic.
“Junsu,” the blond murmured, so quiet it was almost a groan.
Junsu realised that it was the first time the other had spoken since they’d entered the room. His inner muscles squeezed the other’s cock again, and as the blond twisted his hand at the tip of Junsu’s length, that intoxicating voice said his name once more.
It was enough to push Junsu over the edge.
It happened suddenly, his whole body shaking, vibrating with orgasm as he cried out, legs struggling to hold him up. The blond buried his face in Junsu’s shoulder and he felt the other go rigid, hips jerking once, twice, and then he was resting heavily against Junsu, his harsh pants warming the skin on Junsu’s back.
The two of them stayed like that for a moment, sated.
Junsu expected the blond to pull out quickly, to regain his composure and leave as though nothing had happened. He was surprised to feel the other’s strong hands wrap around his torso, gently caressing the skin, and to have those soft lips plant sweet kisses on his neck.
“Um…” he started, not sure how he was meant to react.
The blond had been so reserved earlier - it threw Junsu that he was being so affectionate now.
At the sound of Junsu’s voice, the blond froze. His lips left Junsu’s skin, taking the warmth along with them, and he stepped back, slowly sliding out of Junsu and breaking all contact.
Junsu turned around but the other was focusing on the condom, not him.
The room felt suddenly quiet, the atmosphere awkward now that the urgent need was gone.
Junsu walked to where he’d discarded his shirt, slipping it on silently. When he glanced at the blond again, he found him watching him, the other’s jeans already zipped back up and the condom held between delicate fingers.
“Oh, um,” Junsu said, his voice louder than he thought it would be. “You can just, uh, put it in that bin there…”
He gestured to the blond’s right and quickly turned to gather the rest of his clothes, pulling them on in record time. That was possibly the best sex he’d ever had, so why was it so weird now? What was he supposed to say?
Junsu looked toward the blond again and found him standing right behind him. He was slightly taken aback at how stealthily the other could move, but was more intrigued with the blush on the blond’s cheeks and the way he wouldn’t meet Junsu’s eyes.
It was actually rather cute.
With one hand on the door handle, Junsu smiled and leant in to peck the other man on the cheek.
The blond blinked, finally looking up. A shy smile spread across his striking features. He licked his lips, looked away, took a deep breath and looked back.
“Thank you… Junsu,” the blond said.
Junsu felt his breath catch.
“Anytime… Jaejoong.”
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