All in the Name of Health 2.0
Title: All in the Name of Health 2.0
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu is forced to admit that he is rather sexually frustrated and Yoochun takes it upon himself to help the younger out.
A/N: Please note, this is NOT a sequel, or some such thing. This is the SAME fic, but with a different smut scene.
“Junsu, seriously, what the hell’s wrong with you?”
Yoochun regarded the man next to him, watching as the younger wrung his hands and shifted from foot to foot. Junsu had been irritable all day and Yoochun was finally fed up of his fidgeting.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” Junsu scowled.
“Oh? Then stand still, would you? We’re starting filming in 5 minutes and you need to calm down.”
“I can’t calm down, okay? I haven’t… I need to… I… Ugh!”
Yoochun’s lips twitched up into a smirk, amused at his younger band-mate’s lack of eloquence. Junsu was obviously worked up over something, and he was determined to find out what before they went on set.
“Deep breaths, Su. Just tell me what’s bothering you, and maybe I can help.”
Junsu gaped, an expression of horror on his face. “Help!? Y-you can’t help!”
Raising an eyebrow, Yoochun asked, “Why not? If something’s bothering you this much, then…”
“Yeah, but it’s…” Junsu made a sound of annoyance and sighed. “Look, can we just not talk about it?”
“No.”
“Bu-”
“Junsu, something is wrong, and you are going to tell me what, understand?”
The smaller man glanced around, eyeing the people still bustling about warily. He knew that Yoochun wouldn’t give up until he got an answer, but Junsu wasn’t prepared to reveal his problem with so many people able to hear. He beckoned a curious Yoochun over to a corner of the dressing room, deeming it about as private as he could get.
“Okay… Look… I…” He looked down at his hands, struggling to get the words out.
“Su, whatever it is, you know you can tell me, right?”
“Yeah, I know… It’s just… It’s embarrassing!” He whisper-whined, cheeks flushing.
“What, are you horny or something?” Yoochun joked, but he was alarmed at Junsu’s silence and downcast eyes. “Wait, you serious? You’re acting like this because you’re horny?”
Junsu quickly shushed Yoochun, waving his hand at him and glancing around frantically.
“Yes, okay? I’m horny. But… But you don’t understand!”
Yoochun smirked. “Enlighten me, then.”
Junsu seemed uncomfortable, but started talking anyway. “So, um, I heard this thing where… Where if you… You know…” Yoochun looked at him blankly. Junsu huffed, annoyed that his friend just had to make this harder for him. “That if you orgasm, then it’s good for you.”
Yoochun almost burst out laughing, but the glare that Junsu sent him quickly killed the urge.
“Okay, so, you think that coming is good for your health, yes?” Junsu nodded. “Su, I’m pretty sure you won’t die if you don’t do it right now,” Yoochun said, patting Junsu on the shoulder, consolingly.
“Yeah, but…” Junsu looked distressed, and Yoochun knew that there was more to it.
“But what?”
“But…” Junsu sighed, resigned to his fate. “But I got into the habit of doing it at least once a day. I’d usually do it about 15 or 16 times a week.” Not noticing Yoochun’s gob-smacked expression after his revelation, Junsu continued. “But we’ve been really busy these last few days and I’ve not had a chance to do anything - I’ve even been too tired to do it when we got home. I was hoping that maybe I’d have a wet dream to relieve the tension or something, but no! Just erotic dreams, with no climax! And now this is the fourth day that I’ve not come and it’s driving me crazy Chunnie! I need release! I’ve never been so horny…”
The younger man whimpered, pouting and looking far more innocent than he apparently was.
“Right… Okay…” Yoochun nodded, eyes wide.
Before he could say anything else, they were called to the set to start filming a variety show that all of the members would be starring in.
Watching Junsu’s eyebrows twitch in irritation as he bit his lip, a wicked thought came to Yoochun. It’d probably piss Junsu off quite considerably, but he was sure that the final outcome would be worth it. He smirked to himself, following the smaller man.
★ ★ ★
The variety show was torture for Junsu, and Yoochun seemed to be playing the part of dungeon master.
The older man kept him in an almost constant state of arousal; brushing against him, coping a feel when no one else was looking, constantly saying double entendres which had everybody else giggling at how cheesy Yoochun was whilst Junsu could do nothing but squirm where he stood. His hands were almost permanently in front of his crotch, only moving when absolutely necessary.
He couldn’t believe that Yoochun was doing this to him after he’d confided in the other about his problem. Junsu didn’t even like guys, but after four days of no sexual pleasure he was even getting excited at his friend’s hand caressing his behind. He was so ashamed.
He was angrier with Yoochun, though. How dare he do this to him!? When the filming was over he was going to give the other a piece of his mind…
★ ★ ★
“Okay guys, that’s it! Thanks for all your hard work!”
The members of Dong Bang Shin Ki bowed to the staff and to the other people who had participated in the show, also expressing their gratitude, before they quickly made their way to their dressing room. They got changed as swiftly as possible, Junsu shooting Death Glares at Yoochun the whole time, whilst the elder merely grinned smugly to himself. If the others noticed anything amiss, no one mentioned it.
Junsu was silent on the ride back, gaze fixed determinedly out of the window and lips pressed into a thin line. The attempts to engage him in conversation were met with harsh, clipped responses, so the others soon left him to ‘sulk’ (Changmin received a scathing look from Junsu at that remark).
As soon as they got inside the apartment, Junsu took hold of Yoochun’s wrist and began striding towards his room.
“Yoochun, a word, please.”
The others watched curiously as Yoochun happily followed Junsu, mouthing, “Don’t wait up,” to Jaejoong as they passed.
Yoochun shut the door behind the two as they entered the dim room and Junsu spun around to face him.
“What the hell was that!?” He immediately exploded.
“What was what?” Yoochun asked innocently.
“Oh, don’t give me that.” Junsu shot a disgusted look at him. “You know exactly what! You! Teasing me throughout the whole filming! Was that amusing to you? Did you enjoy seeing me squirm? I mean seriously, Yoochun, what the he-”
Junsu squeaked, startled, as Yoochun suddenly grabbed him and span him around, shoving him roughly against the door. Before Junsu had a chance to react, Yoochun’s lips were on his, taking his mouth in a harsh kiss. Junsu let out another sound of surprise and pushed Yoochun away, his lips still tingling.
“What the fuck was that!?” He cried.
Yoochun merely grinned and moved back in, biting at Junsu’s lower lip. Junsu bit back, harder.
“Chunnie, I’m serious, what -” Junsu ended in a high-pitched moan as Yoochun decided to attack his neck instead, teeth scraping over the skin and a wet tongue sliding up to tease an earlobe.
“I’m helping you,” the elder whispered. “You’re horny, right?”
“Yes, but I’m also straight,” Junsu refuted angrily.
Yoochun smirked against his skin. “We’ll see about that.” He went back to Junsu’s mouth, fervently pressing down.
Junsu put his hands on the other’s chest and pushed him off once more, scowling.
Yoochun growled low in his throat at the action. He gripped Junsu’s wrists and slammed them against the door, holding them above the younger’s head. Stepping closer to Junsu, he slipped his left leg in between the other's.
With their bodies pressed together, Junsu could feel Yoochun hardening against his thigh. He stared at the taller man, alarmed.
At the silent question, Yoochun murmured, lips on Junsu’s ear, “I thought I told you - I’m helping. And I can’t do that if I’m not hard, can I? How else am I meant to fuck you?” Yoochun pushed against Junsu more forcefully, thigh rolling against the younger man’s crotch.
Junsu gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. He soon curbed his movements though, irritated at both himself and Yoochun.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” he said firmly.
“Oh no?” And with that, Yoochun’s mouth was back on Junsu’s, tongue thrusting in deeply. He rocked his hips, erection obvious.
Junsu was ashamed at how quickly he was reacting, Yoochun’s actions easily bringing him to hardness. In frustration he kissed back just as hard.
Damn Yoochun for making me feel like this… For making me want his touch. I’m straight, damn it! Fuck me? Fuck him!
Fuelled by anger, Junsu fought back, seeking dominance. He bit at Yoochun’s tongue, his lips, his whole body pushing against the man pinning him to the door. His strength won out, Yoochun forced to release him, but his victory was short lived.
The elder once again spun him around, this time slamming his front against the wood, holding his arms behind his back.
Junsu groaned and rested his forehead against the door, annoyed that he’d been beaten so easily. He shifted away as he felt his hands brush the other’s hardness.
“Feel that, Su?” Yoochun husked, pushing himself back into Junsu’s hands. “Feel how hard you make me? God, I want to fuck you so bad…” He nibbled at Junsu’s ear, making the younger shiver.
“Chunnie… Don’t do this…”
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” Yoochun told him. “You will want it, Su…”
The taller got a firm grip on Junsu’s wrists, holding on to them tightly. His other hand trailed down the smaller man’s front, slowly, teasingly. He brushed over small nipples, pleased that they were peaked.
“You see, Junsu-yah? You want this.”
Junsu shook his head in denial, but he still whimpered when Yoochun bit his neck, hands flexing on the other’s clothed cock.
Yoochun’s hand reached the waistband of Junsu’s jeans, fingers just dipping in the top, caressing the skin sensually. He used all of his strength to keep Junsu pinned against the door as his fingers slipped in further, brushing against the base of Junsu’s rapidly hardening length. The elder groaned deeply and Junsu’s breath hitched, the sound arousing him.
The fingers left Junsu’s underwear, instead cupping him firmly over the top of his jeans. Yoochun squeezed, only minimally massaging the length.
It was enough for the sex-deprived Junsu though, who began to desperately hump the hand. His own fingers were flexing against Yoochun’s length, not able to do anything else. The lust was overtaking both his anger and embarrassment, the only goal now being climax.
“That’s it, Su,” Yoochun whispered, rubbing harder. “Come for me. I want to feel it.” He bit at the base of Junsu’s neck, tongue running around the area.
As Junsu thrust against Yoochun’s hand, his own hands, pinned behind him, rubbed up and down the crease between his cheeks. Even through jeans and underwear he could feel the pressure on his entrance and his hole twitched involuntarily.
The only sound in the room was their harsh pants, Junsu quickly approaching his peak.
Yoochun gave a particularly hard squeeze, causing Junsu to jerk, and his knuckles pushed into himself more forcefully. For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like if he actually let Yoochun fuck him, and then he was coming, body shaking, crying out brokenly, quivering in the other’s hold. He felt his underwear filling with come, cock straining against the material covering it. He was also aware of Yoochun’s cock jumping in his hands, obviously aroused at the feel and sight and sound of Junsu coming.
The younger shivered, slumping against the door.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” Yoochun asked, releasing his wrists. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Junsu spun around immediately, anger clear on his face. Yoochun had just taken advantage of him in his fragile, lusty state! He would not get away with that.
However, before he could even begin to yell at the other, he was pushed back against the door again, lips hard on his own. He tried to push Yoochun off, but his orgasm had made him weak. A slick tongue pushed its way into his mouth as hands started to undo his jeans quickly.
Junsu whimpered, still trying to push the other off. When that failed he began biting, teeth nipping at the other’s lips.
Yoochun only groaned in response and shoved Junsu’s jeans and underwear down. The younger winced as the cooling come covered his leg, then jumped as two hands landed firmly on his now exposed ass. The taller man stepped on his clothes and Junsu shook them the rest of the way off reluctantly.
He tried to speak, but Yoochun wasn’t letting up. The elder pressed against him, Junsu able to feel his erection easier now. He moaned as it rubbed against his still-sensitive cock and plunged his own tongue into Yoochun’s mouth in retaliation.
Fuck him for making me enjoy this! Junsu thought, fighting back. He gripped the back of Yoochun’s head, pulling on his hair.
However, he continued to thrust his tongue inside the elder’s mouth, his actions seemingly at odds with his thoughts. He bit at Yoochun’s lips, moaning loudly when the taller man’s mouth trailed down to his neck once again. Junsu’s head tipped back, his hips pushing forward automatically.
Yoochun’s hands flexed on the firm flesh of the other’s behind, fingers spreading the cheeks apart. He continued to rub his clothed cock against Junsu’s naked one, knowing that it probably wouldn’t take very long for the other to get hard again. Whilst sucking firmly on Junsu’s neck, excited about the mark that he would leave, Yoochun’s fingers snuck closer to the crease of Junsu’s ass. He separated the cheeks and ran one finger over the small entrance.
Junsu’s whole body twitched, a surprised - and maybe slightly indignant - whimper leaving his swollen lips.
Yoochun quickly sealed their mouths back together, kissing the younger harshly, his finger applying more pressure on the twitching entrance. He didn’t want to hurt the other though, so he moved his left hand up, pressing his fingers against Junsu’s damp lips.
“Suck,” he commanded.
“Fuck you!” Junsu scowled. “I’m not sucking anything.”
Yoochun merely rolled his eyes and put his fingers in his own mouth, quickly coating three of them in saliva.
“Fine,” he said, replacing his hand on the other’s behind. “Then you’ll just have to deal with minimal lubrication.”
“Wha- Fuck Yoochun what the hell are you doing!?” Junsu yelled, forced onto his tiptoes, body pressed tightly against the other man’s and ass clamping down as Yoochun pushed a finger inside of him. “Take it out now, you fucker!”
“You’re right… I am a fucker,” Yoochun murmured, lips under Junsu’s jaw. “And guess who I’m going to be fucking, Su?”
He grinned wickedly, finger pumping. He added another just a moment later and Junsu whined. Yoochun was worried for a second, but then he felt the half-hard length pushing against him and Junsu’s fingers clenching in his hair.
“You like that? You like my fingers inside you? Fucking you? I thought you said you were straight…”
“Shut up,” Junsu moaned, slamming Yoochun’s lips against his.
Yoochun squeaked in surprise but recovered quickly, kissing back headtedly. He shoved Junsu right up against the door, forcing their bodies together. His fingers thrust in harshly and the younger shivered. Soon there were three fingers pushing in and out of Junsu, the room filled with whimpers and muffled cries and harsh panting.
Not satisfied with the angle, Yoochun pulled away from Junsu’s lips long enough to say, “Lift your leg.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” Yoochun hissed, tongue diving deep and preventing any more questions.
Junsu gave an extra harsh tug to Yoochun’s hair, but did as requested, hooking his right leg around the other’s waist. Immediately Yoochun’s fingers slipped in deeper and Junsu groaned, breaking their kiss.
“Feels good, right?” Yoochun asked, and Junsu could practically hear his smirk. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He accentuated his statement with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, brushing against something that made Junsu cling tighter to the older man. Yoochun bit his neck again.
Much to Junsu’s shame, he found himself pushing back against the fingers, and not to get them out of him. He was actually enjoying it, enjoying having Yoochun finger his tight hole. Every time Yoochun would brush over that one spot his entrance would twitch, pulling the fingers deeper.
His cock was fully hard again, leaking against the other’s t-shirt. Junsu could feel Yoochun’s own erection pressed up against his balls, the change in position altering the way that their crotches were aligned.
The smaller man let out a choked, high-pitched moan, head thrown back as he rode the other’s fingers, rubbing his cock against Yoochun’s stomach in an attempt to get some friction.
The mouth on his neck trailed up to his ear, the lobe being nipped harshly. Junsu groaned, latching his own mouth onto Yoochun’s neck, seeking retribution. He bit at the skin, tongue reaching out only once before he was sucking hard, teeth continuing to exert pressure.
Yoochun shuddered in pleasure, the abused area tingling delightfully. He pulled Junsu away from the door slightly, just to slam him against it again in the next moment, forcing Junsu’s leg to tighten around him. His fingers continued to pump at a fast pace, hips pushing into Junsu, letting the other feel how aroused he was.
“Su,” he grunted. “I want you to come again… I want to watch you, I want to feel it as your cock jerks against me, as your ass squeezes my fingers… Come, Junsu-yah.”
Junsu whined, almost sobbing, as Yoochun’s fingers starting fucking him even faster, pressing against that wonderful place every time. The sensitive head of his cock was rubbing oh so deliciously against the cotton of Yoochun’s shirt, trapped firmly between their bodies.
Then, as Yoochun pushed another, dry finger inside of him and nipped the skin under his jaw, Junsu lost it for a second time.
His cry was muffled by Yoochun’s neck, teeth biting down, whilst the leg that he’d wrapped around Yoochun’s waist pulled the other tighter to him. His hole began to contract erratically, cock pumping out thick liquid as he shook. He yanked at Yoochun’s hair, more for something to hold on to than anything.
“That was hot,” Yoochun murmured and Junsu could only whimper in response. “Will you let me fuck you now?”
Junsu whimpered again, but Yoochun could feel him nod his head. He smirked in victory. Yoochun pulled his fingers out of Junsu, perhaps more quickly than he should have, as the younger squeaked at the unexpected sensation.
Hooking his arm under Junsu’s thigh, not letting the man remove it from around his waist, Yoochun started to undo his jeans. Pushing them down, along with his underwear, he asked, “Are you going to suck something now?”
With effort, Junsu removed his mouth from Yoochun’s neck, giving a small lick to the abused area.
“No,” he said. “Just fuck me.”
He was beyond caring about how gay this all was, how wrong it was to be doing these sorts of things with his male band-mate. Even after two orgasms, Junsu still wasn’t sated. Yes, his cock was no longer hard, but lust still thrummed through him, making his heart beat faster and his hole twitch. Now that he’d experienced the pleasure that it could bring, he wanted to be filled again. He wanted Yoochun to fuck him.
The older man groaned, cock jumping at the thought of taking Junsu raw. However, he was wary of the pain that it would bring them both, so quickly scooped up Junsu’s come from his t-shirt and rubbed it over his cock. It was crude, but it would work better than saliva - plus, the thought that he’d be fucking Junsu with his own come turned him on immensely.
Gripping firmly onto Yoochun’s shoulders, Junsu lifted his other leg up, wrapping that around the other’s waist as well. Yoochun grunted a little under the weight, but Junsu was able to hold himself up pretty well. Still, Yoochun pressed him tightly to the door, using that to help.
Junsu felt the thick head of Yoochun’s cock nudge against his entrance and he twitched in anticipation. As the other started to push in, Junsu bent his head down, taking Yoochun’s mouth in a rough kiss.
Yoochun, startled (and more than a little aroused at this point), swiftly thrust inside the tight heat, swallowing Junsu’s sound of surprise. He didn’t pause to let the other adjust, instead pumping his hips rapidly, hands spreading the younger’s cheeks apart to allow for easier access.
Junsu clawed at Yoochun's shoulders, hands scrabbling for purchase. Their kiss had evolved into a messy, open-mouthed battle of tongues, neither able to control their moans. Using his legs for leverage, Junsu pumped himself up and down on Yoochun’s cock, rolling his hips as though he were dancing. This felt so much better than dancing, though…
However, Yoochun was quickly losing energy, the building pleasure slowing his movements. He roughly shoved Junsu against the door again in an attempt to prop him up.
The younger moaned loudly, shuddering in delight as Yoochun’s cock pushed deeper. He knew that Yoochun wouldn’t be able to hold him up much longer though, so with great effort he lifted himself up enough so that Yoochun slipped out of him (they both groaned at the loss), before shakily lowering his legs to the ground.
Before Yoochun could ask what he was doing, Junsu gripped his arms and spun them around, slamming Yoochun against the door for a change. He attacked the other’s mouth, bruised lips meeting in a painful kiss. Junsu managed to force the taller man down so that he was sitting with his legs outstretched and his back against the door.
Quickly, Junsu span back around and dropped to the floor himself, straddling Yoochun backwards and wasting no time in impaling himself on that wonderful cock once more. Twin moans resounded around the room.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun groaned, gripping Junsu’s hips. He watched in a lust-induced haze as the ass that he’d coveted for so long took his cock in greedily, tight and hot and with a slight friction burn that felt so good.
“Yes,” Junsu whined. “Fuck me.” He began to ride Yoochun faster, slamming his hips down, and he all but purred when one of Yoochun’s hands slipped up under his top to squeeze and tug on a pert nipple.
Yoochun, deciding that he wanted more reactions like that, immediately ripped Junsu’s shirt off, exposing the flawless skin of the younger man. He leant forward, mouth latching on to the back of Junsu’s neck and biting down harshly.
Junsu cried out, hole clenching around the thick length inside of him. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he twisted his hips, feeling Yoochun’s cock scrape against his inner walls, pressing firmly against that one amazing place.
It wasn’t until Yoochun’s hand dropped to his lap that Junsu realised that he was actually hard again, his erection dripping with pre-come. He groaned when Yoochun began to fist it, pushing his hips down more forcefully, driving more of the other inside him. His hands reached down to Yoochun’s thighs, short nails digging in to the flesh.
Yoochun hissed, biting the younger’s neck again as punishment.
It only seemed to spur Junsu on though, his back arching and the most erotic sound escaping his throat.
The elder watched in awe, sure that he’d never been this hot in his life.
“Su,” he ground out. “I’m close… Fuck, you’re so sexy… I, I can’t…”
“Come, Chunnie,” Junsu whimpered. “Come in me; I want to feel it.”
Yoochun groaned at those words, biting his lip and pushing up into the younger as hard and fast as he could. His hand flew over Junsu’s erection, knowing that it must be slightly painful but loving the sounds that it drew from the other.
One harsh squeeze from Junsu’s entrance was all it took to send him over, holding the smaller man close to his chest, hand clenching around the other’s erection. He forced his cock as deep inside his band-mate as possible, relishing in the feel of coming inside him, coating his walls with his essence.
Junsu cried out, hole clamping down at the foreign feeling, cock jerking in Yoochun’s fist. He tried to move a little, feeling some of Yoochun’s come slip out and Yoochun’s softening cock press against his pleasure point. As his cock was tugged on again, his nipple pinched roughly and teeth sunk into his shoulder Junsu reached climax once more.
His voice was hoarse as he called out, his erection shooting stream after stream of white onto the floor and Yoochun’s hand. He could feel perfectly how his ass contracted around Yoochun and found that it made him shoot just a little bit extra.
Suddenly boneless, Junsu slumped back against his friend, exhausted. He couldn’t believe that he’d just come three times, and he didn’t even want to think about why that was just yet. He just wanted to rest and relax in the afterglow.
However, his reprieve was short lived as Yoochun began to shift under him.
“Okay, let’s move it to the bed now, and we can try it missionary style,” the elder said, seemingly completely composed even after his powerful orgasm.
“You’re kidding,” Junsu scoffed. “I can’t move anywhere, let alone have more sex.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Okay.”
Junsu nodded and smiled, contented, until he heard Yoochun’s next words.
“I’ll give you five minutes to rest, then we’re doing it again.”
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu is forced to admit that he is rather sexually frustrated and Yoochun takes it upon himself to help the younger out.
A/N: Please note, this is NOT a sequel, or some such thing. This is the SAME fic, but with a different smut scene.
“Junsu, seriously, what the hell’s wrong with you?”
Yoochun regarded the man next to him, watching as the younger wrung his hands and shifted from foot to foot. Junsu had been irritable all day and Yoochun was finally fed up of his fidgeting.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” Junsu scowled.
“Oh? Then stand still, would you? We’re starting filming in 5 minutes and you need to calm down.”
“I can’t calm down, okay? I haven’t… I need to… I… Ugh!”
Yoochun’s lips twitched up into a smirk, amused at his younger band-mate’s lack of eloquence. Junsu was obviously worked up over something, and he was determined to find out what before they went on set.
“Deep breaths, Su. Just tell me what’s bothering you, and maybe I can help.”
Junsu gaped, an expression of horror on his face. “Help!? Y-you can’t help!”
Raising an eyebrow, Yoochun asked, “Why not? If something’s bothering you this much, then…”
“Yeah, but it’s…” Junsu made a sound of annoyance and sighed. “Look, can we just not talk about it?”
“No.”
“Bu-”
“Junsu, something is wrong, and you are going to tell me what, understand?”
The smaller man glanced around, eyeing the people still bustling about warily. He knew that Yoochun wouldn’t give up until he got an answer, but Junsu wasn’t prepared to reveal his problem with so many people able to hear. He beckoned a curious Yoochun over to a corner of the dressing room, deeming it about as private as he could get.
“Okay… Look… I…” He looked down at his hands, struggling to get the words out.
“Su, whatever it is, you know you can tell me, right?”
“Yeah, I know… It’s just… It’s embarrassing!” He whisper-whined, cheeks flushing.
“What, are you horny or something?” Yoochun joked, but he was alarmed at Junsu’s silence and downcast eyes. “Wait, you serious? You’re acting like this because you’re horny?”
Junsu quickly shushed Yoochun, waving his hand at him and glancing around frantically.
“Yes, okay? I’m horny. But… But you don’t understand!”
Yoochun smirked. “Enlighten me, then.”
Junsu seemed uncomfortable, but started talking anyway. “So, um, I heard this thing where… Where if you… You know…” Yoochun looked at him blankly. Junsu huffed, annoyed that his friend just had to make this harder for him. “That if you orgasm, then it’s good for you.”
Yoochun almost burst out laughing, but the glare that Junsu sent him quickly killed the urge.
“Okay, so, you think that coming is good for your health, yes?” Junsu nodded. “Su, I’m pretty sure you won’t die if you don’t do it right now,” Yoochun said, patting Junsu on the shoulder, consolingly.
“Yeah, but…” Junsu looked distressed, and Yoochun knew that there was more to it.
“But what?”
“But…” Junsu sighed, resigned to his fate. “But I got into the habit of doing it at least once a day. I’d usually do it about 15 or 16 times a week.” Not noticing Yoochun’s gob-smacked expression after his revelation, Junsu continued. “But we’ve been really busy these last few days and I’ve not had a chance to do anything - I’ve even been too tired to do it when we got home. I was hoping that maybe I’d have a wet dream to relieve the tension or something, but no! Just erotic dreams, with no climax! And now this is the fourth day that I’ve not come and it’s driving me crazy Chunnie! I need release! I’ve never been so horny…”
The younger man whimpered, pouting and looking far more innocent than he apparently was.
“Right… Okay…” Yoochun nodded, eyes wide.
Before he could say anything else, they were called to the set to start filming a variety show that all of the members would be starring in.
Watching Junsu’s eyebrows twitch in irritation as he bit his lip, a wicked thought came to Yoochun. It’d probably piss Junsu off quite considerably, but he was sure that the final outcome would be worth it. He smirked to himself, following the smaller man.
★ ★ ★
The variety show was torture for Junsu, and Yoochun seemed to be playing the part of dungeon master.
The older man kept him in an almost constant state of arousal; brushing against him, coping a feel when no one else was looking, constantly saying double entendres which had everybody else giggling at how cheesy Yoochun was whilst Junsu could do nothing but squirm where he stood. His hands were almost permanently in front of his crotch, only moving when absolutely necessary.
He couldn’t believe that Yoochun was doing this to him after he’d confided in the other about his problem. Junsu didn’t even like guys, but after four days of no sexual pleasure he was even getting excited at his friend’s hand caressing his behind. He was so ashamed.
He was angrier with Yoochun, though. How dare he do this to him!? When the filming was over he was going to give the other a piece of his mind…
★ ★ ★
“Okay guys, that’s it! Thanks for all your hard work!”
The members of Dong Bang Shin Ki bowed to the staff and to the other people who had participated in the show, also expressing their gratitude, before they quickly made their way to their dressing room. They got changed as swiftly as possible, Junsu shooting Death Glares at Yoochun the whole time, whilst the elder merely grinned smugly to himself. If the others noticed anything amiss, no one mentioned it.
Junsu was silent on the ride back, gaze fixed determinedly out of the window and lips pressed into a thin line. The attempts to engage him in conversation were met with harsh, clipped responses, so the others soon left him to ‘sulk’ (Changmin received a scathing look from Junsu at that remark).
As soon as they got inside the apartment, Junsu took hold of Yoochun’s wrist and began striding towards his room.
“Yoochun, a word, please.”
The others watched curiously as Yoochun happily followed Junsu, mouthing, “Don’t wait up,” to Jaejoong as they passed.
Yoochun shut the door behind the two as they entered the dim room and Junsu spun around to face him.
“What the hell was that!?” He immediately exploded.
“What was what?” Yoochun asked innocently.
“Oh, don’t give me that.” Junsu shot a disgusted look at him. “You know exactly what! You! Teasing me throughout the whole filming! Was that amusing to you? Did you enjoy seeing me squirm? I mean seriously, Yoochun, what the he-”
Junsu squeaked, startled, as Yoochun suddenly grabbed him and span him around, shoving him roughly against the door. Before Junsu had a chance to react, Yoochun’s lips were on his, taking his mouth in a harsh kiss. Junsu let out another sound of surprise and pushed Yoochun away, his lips still tingling.
“What the fuck was that!?” He cried.
Yoochun merely grinned and moved back in, biting at Junsu’s lower lip. Junsu bit back, harder.
“Chunnie, I’m serious, what -” Junsu ended in a high-pitched moan as Yoochun decided to attack his neck instead, teeth scraping over the skin and a wet tongue sliding up to tease an earlobe.
“I’m helping you,” the elder whispered. “You’re horny, right?”
“Yes, but I’m also straight,” Junsu refuted angrily.
Yoochun smirked against his skin. “We’ll see about that.” He went back to Junsu’s mouth, fervently pressing down.
Junsu put his hands on the other’s chest and pushed him off once more, scowling.
Yoochun growled low in his throat at the action. He gripped Junsu’s wrists and slammed them against the door, holding them above the younger’s head. Stepping closer to Junsu, he slipped his left leg in between the other's.
With their bodies pressed together, Junsu could feel Yoochun hardening against his thigh. He stared at the taller man, alarmed.
At the silent question, Yoochun murmured, lips on Junsu’s ear, “I thought I told you - I’m helping. And I can’t do that if I’m not hard, can I? How else am I meant to fuck you?” Yoochun pushed against Junsu more forcefully, thigh rolling against the younger man’s crotch.
Junsu gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. He soon curbed his movements though, irritated at both himself and Yoochun.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” he said firmly.
“Oh no?” And with that, Yoochun’s mouth was back on Junsu’s, tongue thrusting in deeply. He rocked his hips, erection obvious.
Junsu was ashamed at how quickly he was reacting, Yoochun’s actions easily bringing him to hardness. In frustration he kissed back just as hard.
Damn Yoochun for making me feel like this… For making me want his touch. I’m straight, damn it! Fuck me? Fuck him!
Fuelled by anger, Junsu fought back, seeking dominance. He bit at Yoochun’s tongue, his lips, his whole body pushing against the man pinning him to the door. His strength won out, Yoochun forced to release him, but his victory was short lived.
The elder once again spun him around, this time slamming his front against the wood, holding his arms behind his back.
Junsu groaned and rested his forehead against the door, annoyed that he’d been beaten so easily. He shifted away as he felt his hands brush the other’s hardness.
“Feel that, Su?” Yoochun husked, pushing himself back into Junsu’s hands. “Feel how hard you make me? God, I want to fuck you so bad…” He nibbled at Junsu’s ear, making the younger shiver.
“Chunnie… Don’t do this…”
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” Yoochun told him. “You will want it, Su…”
The taller got a firm grip on Junsu’s wrists, holding on to them tightly. His other hand trailed down the smaller man’s front, slowly, teasingly. He brushed over small nipples, pleased that they were peaked.
“You see, Junsu-yah? You want this.”
Junsu shook his head in denial, but he still whimpered when Yoochun bit his neck, hands flexing on the other’s clothed cock.
Yoochun’s hand reached the waistband of Junsu’s jeans, fingers just dipping in the top, caressing the skin sensually. He used all of his strength to keep Junsu pinned against the door as his fingers slipped in further, brushing against the base of Junsu’s rapidly hardening length. The elder groaned deeply and Junsu’s breath hitched, the sound arousing him.
The fingers left Junsu’s underwear, instead cupping him firmly over the top of his jeans. Yoochun squeezed, only minimally massaging the length.
It was enough for the sex-deprived Junsu though, who began to desperately hump the hand. His own fingers were flexing against Yoochun’s length, not able to do anything else. The lust was overtaking both his anger and embarrassment, the only goal now being climax.
“That’s it, Su,” Yoochun whispered, rubbing harder. “Come for me. I want to feel it.” He bit at the base of Junsu’s neck, tongue running around the area.
As Junsu thrust against Yoochun’s hand, his own hands, pinned behind him, rubbed up and down the crease between his cheeks. Even through jeans and underwear he could feel the pressure on his entrance and his hole twitched involuntarily.
The only sound in the room was their harsh pants, Junsu quickly approaching his peak.
Yoochun gave a particularly hard squeeze, causing Junsu to jerk, and his knuckles pushed into himself more forcefully. For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like if he actually let Yoochun fuck him, and then he was coming, body shaking, crying out brokenly, quivering in the other’s hold. He felt his underwear filling with come, cock straining against the material covering it. He was also aware of Yoochun’s cock jumping in his hands, obviously aroused at the feel and sight and sound of Junsu coming.
The younger shivered, slumping against the door.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” Yoochun asked, releasing his wrists. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Junsu spun around immediately, anger clear on his face. Yoochun had just taken advantage of him in his fragile, lusty state! He would not get away with that.
However, before he could even begin to yell at the other, he was pushed back against the door again, lips hard on his own. He tried to push Yoochun off, but his orgasm had made him weak. A slick tongue pushed its way into his mouth as hands started to undo his jeans quickly.
Junsu whimpered, still trying to push the other off. When that failed he began biting, teeth nipping at the other’s lips.
Yoochun only groaned in response and shoved Junsu’s jeans and underwear down. The younger winced as the cooling come covered his leg, then jumped as two hands landed firmly on his now exposed ass. The taller man stepped on his clothes and Junsu shook them the rest of the way off reluctantly.
He tried to speak, but Yoochun wasn’t letting up. The elder pressed against him, Junsu able to feel his erection easier now. He moaned as it rubbed against his still-sensitive cock and plunged his own tongue into Yoochun’s mouth in retaliation.
Fuck him for making me enjoy this! Junsu thought, fighting back. He gripped the back of Yoochun’s head, pulling on his hair.
However, he continued to thrust his tongue inside the elder’s mouth, his actions seemingly at odds with his thoughts. He bit at Yoochun’s lips, moaning loudly when the taller man’s mouth trailed down to his neck once again. Junsu’s head tipped back, his hips pushing forward automatically.
Yoochun’s hands flexed on the firm flesh of the other’s behind, fingers spreading the cheeks apart. He continued to rub his clothed cock against Junsu’s naked one, knowing that it probably wouldn’t take very long for the other to get hard again. Whilst sucking firmly on Junsu’s neck, excited about the mark that he would leave, Yoochun’s fingers snuck closer to the crease of Junsu’s ass. He separated the cheeks and ran one finger over the small entrance.
Junsu’s whole body twitched, a surprised - and maybe slightly indignant - whimper leaving his swollen lips.
Yoochun quickly sealed their mouths back together, kissing the younger harshly, his finger applying more pressure on the twitching entrance. He didn’t want to hurt the other though, so he moved his left hand up, pressing his fingers against Junsu’s damp lips.
“Suck,” he commanded.
“Fuck you!” Junsu scowled. “I’m not sucking anything.”
Yoochun merely rolled his eyes and put his fingers in his own mouth, quickly coating three of them in saliva.
“Fine,” he said, replacing his hand on the other’s behind. “Then you’ll just have to deal with minimal lubrication.”
“Wha- Fuck Yoochun what the hell are you doing!?” Junsu yelled, forced onto his tiptoes, body pressed tightly against the other man’s and ass clamping down as Yoochun pushed a finger inside of him. “Take it out now, you fucker!”
“You’re right… I am a fucker,” Yoochun murmured, lips under Junsu’s jaw. “And guess who I’m going to be fucking, Su?”
He grinned wickedly, finger pumping. He added another just a moment later and Junsu whined. Yoochun was worried for a second, but then he felt the half-hard length pushing against him and Junsu’s fingers clenching in his hair.
“You like that? You like my fingers inside you? Fucking you? I thought you said you were straight…”
“Shut up,” Junsu moaned, slamming Yoochun’s lips against his.
Yoochun squeaked in surprise but recovered quickly, kissing back headtedly. He shoved Junsu right up against the door, forcing their bodies together. His fingers thrust in harshly and the younger shivered. Soon there were three fingers pushing in and out of Junsu, the room filled with whimpers and muffled cries and harsh panting.
Not satisfied with the angle, Yoochun pulled away from Junsu’s lips long enough to say, “Lift your leg.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” Yoochun hissed, tongue diving deep and preventing any more questions.
Junsu gave an extra harsh tug to Yoochun’s hair, but did as requested, hooking his right leg around the other’s waist. Immediately Yoochun’s fingers slipped in deeper and Junsu groaned, breaking their kiss.
“Feels good, right?” Yoochun asked, and Junsu could practically hear his smirk. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He accentuated his statement with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, brushing against something that made Junsu cling tighter to the older man. Yoochun bit his neck again.
Much to Junsu’s shame, he found himself pushing back against the fingers, and not to get them out of him. He was actually enjoying it, enjoying having Yoochun finger his tight hole. Every time Yoochun would brush over that one spot his entrance would twitch, pulling the fingers deeper.
His cock was fully hard again, leaking against the other’s t-shirt. Junsu could feel Yoochun’s own erection pressed up against his balls, the change in position altering the way that their crotches were aligned.
The smaller man let out a choked, high-pitched moan, head thrown back as he rode the other’s fingers, rubbing his cock against Yoochun’s stomach in an attempt to get some friction.
The mouth on his neck trailed up to his ear, the lobe being nipped harshly. Junsu groaned, latching his own mouth onto Yoochun’s neck, seeking retribution. He bit at the skin, tongue reaching out only once before he was sucking hard, teeth continuing to exert pressure.
Yoochun shuddered in pleasure, the abused area tingling delightfully. He pulled Junsu away from the door slightly, just to slam him against it again in the next moment, forcing Junsu’s leg to tighten around him. His fingers continued to pump at a fast pace, hips pushing into Junsu, letting the other feel how aroused he was.
“Su,” he grunted. “I want you to come again… I want to watch you, I want to feel it as your cock jerks against me, as your ass squeezes my fingers… Come, Junsu-yah.”
Junsu whined, almost sobbing, as Yoochun’s fingers starting fucking him even faster, pressing against that wonderful place every time. The sensitive head of his cock was rubbing oh so deliciously against the cotton of Yoochun’s shirt, trapped firmly between their bodies.
Then, as Yoochun pushed another, dry finger inside of him and nipped the skin under his jaw, Junsu lost it for a second time.
His cry was muffled by Yoochun’s neck, teeth biting down, whilst the leg that he’d wrapped around Yoochun’s waist pulled the other tighter to him. His hole began to contract erratically, cock pumping out thick liquid as he shook. He yanked at Yoochun’s hair, more for something to hold on to than anything.
“That was hot,” Yoochun murmured and Junsu could only whimper in response. “Will you let me fuck you now?”
Junsu whimpered again, but Yoochun could feel him nod his head. He smirked in victory. Yoochun pulled his fingers out of Junsu, perhaps more quickly than he should have, as the younger squeaked at the unexpected sensation.
Hooking his arm under Junsu’s thigh, not letting the man remove it from around his waist, Yoochun started to undo his jeans. Pushing them down, along with his underwear, he asked, “Are you going to suck something now?”
With effort, Junsu removed his mouth from Yoochun’s neck, giving a small lick to the abused area.
“No,” he said. “Just fuck me.”
He was beyond caring about how gay this all was, how wrong it was to be doing these sorts of things with his male band-mate. Even after two orgasms, Junsu still wasn’t sated. Yes, his cock was no longer hard, but lust still thrummed through him, making his heart beat faster and his hole twitch. Now that he’d experienced the pleasure that it could bring, he wanted to be filled again. He wanted Yoochun to fuck him.
The older man groaned, cock jumping at the thought of taking Junsu raw. However, he was wary of the pain that it would bring them both, so quickly scooped up Junsu’s come from his t-shirt and rubbed it over his cock. It was crude, but it would work better than saliva - plus, the thought that he’d be fucking Junsu with his own come turned him on immensely.
Gripping firmly onto Yoochun’s shoulders, Junsu lifted his other leg up, wrapping that around the other’s waist as well. Yoochun grunted a little under the weight, but Junsu was able to hold himself up pretty well. Still, Yoochun pressed him tightly to the door, using that to help.
Junsu felt the thick head of Yoochun’s cock nudge against his entrance and he twitched in anticipation. As the other started to push in, Junsu bent his head down, taking Yoochun’s mouth in a rough kiss.
Yoochun, startled (and more than a little aroused at this point), swiftly thrust inside the tight heat, swallowing Junsu’s sound of surprise. He didn’t pause to let the other adjust, instead pumping his hips rapidly, hands spreading the younger’s cheeks apart to allow for easier access.
Junsu clawed at Yoochun's shoulders, hands scrabbling for purchase. Their kiss had evolved into a messy, open-mouthed battle of tongues, neither able to control their moans. Using his legs for leverage, Junsu pumped himself up and down on Yoochun’s cock, rolling his hips as though he were dancing. This felt so much better than dancing, though…
However, Yoochun was quickly losing energy, the building pleasure slowing his movements. He roughly shoved Junsu against the door again in an attempt to prop him up.
The younger moaned loudly, shuddering in delight as Yoochun’s cock pushed deeper. He knew that Yoochun wouldn’t be able to hold him up much longer though, so with great effort he lifted himself up enough so that Yoochun slipped out of him (they both groaned at the loss), before shakily lowering his legs to the ground.
Before Yoochun could ask what he was doing, Junsu gripped his arms and spun them around, slamming Yoochun against the door for a change. He attacked the other’s mouth, bruised lips meeting in a painful kiss. Junsu managed to force the taller man down so that he was sitting with his legs outstretched and his back against the door.
Quickly, Junsu span back around and dropped to the floor himself, straddling Yoochun backwards and wasting no time in impaling himself on that wonderful cock once more. Twin moans resounded around the room.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun groaned, gripping Junsu’s hips. He watched in a lust-induced haze as the ass that he’d coveted for so long took his cock in greedily, tight and hot and with a slight friction burn that felt so good.
“Yes,” Junsu whined. “Fuck me.” He began to ride Yoochun faster, slamming his hips down, and he all but purred when one of Yoochun’s hands slipped up under his top to squeeze and tug on a pert nipple.
Yoochun, deciding that he wanted more reactions like that, immediately ripped Junsu’s shirt off, exposing the flawless skin of the younger man. He leant forward, mouth latching on to the back of Junsu’s neck and biting down harshly.
Junsu cried out, hole clenching around the thick length inside of him. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he twisted his hips, feeling Yoochun’s cock scrape against his inner walls, pressing firmly against that one amazing place.
It wasn’t until Yoochun’s hand dropped to his lap that Junsu realised that he was actually hard again, his erection dripping with pre-come. He groaned when Yoochun began to fist it, pushing his hips down more forcefully, driving more of the other inside him. His hands reached down to Yoochun’s thighs, short nails digging in to the flesh.
Yoochun hissed, biting the younger’s neck again as punishment.
It only seemed to spur Junsu on though, his back arching and the most erotic sound escaping his throat.
The elder watched in awe, sure that he’d never been this hot in his life.
“Su,” he ground out. “I’m close… Fuck, you’re so sexy… I, I can’t…”
“Come, Chunnie,” Junsu whimpered. “Come in me; I want to feel it.”
Yoochun groaned at those words, biting his lip and pushing up into the younger as hard and fast as he could. His hand flew over Junsu’s erection, knowing that it must be slightly painful but loving the sounds that it drew from the other.
One harsh squeeze from Junsu’s entrance was all it took to send him over, holding the smaller man close to his chest, hand clenching around the other’s erection. He forced his cock as deep inside his band-mate as possible, relishing in the feel of coming inside him, coating his walls with his essence.
Junsu cried out, hole clamping down at the foreign feeling, cock jerking in Yoochun’s fist. He tried to move a little, feeling some of Yoochun’s come slip out and Yoochun’s softening cock press against his pleasure point. As his cock was tugged on again, his nipple pinched roughly and teeth sunk into his shoulder Junsu reached climax once more.
His voice was hoarse as he called out, his erection shooting stream after stream of white onto the floor and Yoochun’s hand. He could feel perfectly how his ass contracted around Yoochun and found that it made him shoot just a little bit extra.
Suddenly boneless, Junsu slumped back against his friend, exhausted. He couldn’t believe that he’d just come three times, and he didn’t even want to think about why that was just yet. He just wanted to rest and relax in the afterglow.
However, his reprieve was short lived as Yoochun began to shift under him.
“Okay, let’s move it to the bed now, and we can try it missionary style,” the elder said, seemingly completely composed even after his powerful orgasm.
“You’re kidding,” Junsu scoffed. “I can’t move anywhere, let alone have more sex.”
Yoochun shrugged. “Okay.”
Junsu nodded and smiled, contented, until he heard Yoochun’s next words.
“I’ll give you five minutes to rest, then we’re doing it again.”
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