Green is the Color of Love Epilogue
Title: Green is the Color of Love Epilogue
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Epilogue: From Junsu's POV
Junsu woke up in a strange room with strangely soft blankets and an arm around his middle. He shut his eyes against the light and tried to remember the night before. There had been weed involved, he knew that. Weed and kisses and touches and Junsu was pretty sure that he’d been kissing Changmin at one point. He shifted and looked over his shoulder. The arm around him belonged to his boyfriend, so he stopped worrying about the night before and settled into Yoochun’s warmth and went back to sleep.
He woke up again, but to kisses on his shoulder and a hand tracing the curve of his hip. Junsu moaned and pushed back against Yoochun’s erection.
“I have plans for you,” Yoochun whispered, “so get up, go use the bathroom and brush your teeth.”
“Such a sweet talker,” Junsu said, but he rolled away from Yoochun and sat up. His brain was fogged and his eyes refused to open.
“Here,” Yoochun said. A blurry roll of white entered his field of vision. Junsu laughed and took the joint. He inhaled deeply.
“Ah,” he said, blowing out a plume of smoke. “Wake and bake, nothing better.”
“There is, and I’ll show it to you, go, bathroom, now.”
Junsu turned and said, “Should I shower?”
Yoochun smiled. “Sure. I did before you woke up.”
Junsu’s gaze found a clock. It was after two in the afternoon. He recognized Yunho’s parents’ bedroom. And then he turned to Yoochun.
“Sorry about the whole kissing Changmin thing,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “Eh, it’ alright. Changmin was about to suck you off before Jaejoong and Yunho stopped him. It was funny.”
Junsu remembered and laughed with Yoochun. He leaned back only enough to press a kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you. Go get cleaned up.”
Junsu stood up and winced at his sore muscles. The couple of hits of weed made walking to the bathroom feel like floating.
“The faster you’re done the sooner I can suck your cock,” Yoochun called after him.
Junsu laughed and said, “Good enough reason to hurry.” He did, using Yunho’s dad’s shower things. He had no desire to use their toothbrushes though, so he dug under the sink and in a drawer until he found an unused one. By the time he had brushed his teeth, his skin was dry. He went back into the room naked.
Yoochun was laying on top of the covers, naked, but that wasn’t what made him stop in his tracks and gasp. His knees were bent, eyes shut tight. Three fingers gripped the base of a green dildo and the rest of the dildo was buried in Yoochun’s ass. They’d been getting closer, messing around and sucking each other off whenever they could for the last few weeks, but with studying for exams and Christmas, they didn’t have time to do more.
“Fuck,” Junsu said.
Yoochun opened his eyes. “Su … Su, come to bed, please. Fuck. Come and suck on me.”
Junsu staggered to the bed. He had no idea where to look first. Yoochun whimpered. Junsu reached his hand out and twisted Yoochun’s nipple.
“Fuck. Su, come on, do something.”
Junsu met his eyes and the love and trust and lust shining in Yoochun’s gaze spurred Junsu into action. He wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock and stroked while leaning down and sucking on his nipple. Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips. Moments later his cock pulsed in Junsu’s hand and he came, shooting strands of white up his chest.
Junsu slowed his hand and watched as the dildo slipped from Yoochun’s body. “You’re such a slut.”
Yoochun smiled around gasping breaths. “A slut for you.” He lifted the dildo and said, “Your turn?”
Junsu kissed his lips. “Yes, but not with that.” He moved his hand, stroking Yoochun again.
Yoochun’s eyes went wide, and he bit his lower lip. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please.” Junsu grinned and laid down next to Yoochun. Yoochun turned to his side and smiled at him. “I want this. I want you.”
Yoochun kissed him and let his hand travel up and down Junsu’s chest. He went lower, teasing Junsu’s ribs with fingertips, but he avoided his cock. Junsu whined when Yoochun feathered his touch down Junsu’s side and to his hips.
“I don’t want you to tease me,” Junsu said. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I know, but I want to tease you.”
Junsu smiled. “Why do I love you?”
“Um, not sure. Devilishly good looks. Cheesy pickup lines.”
Junsu laughed. “That must be it.”
Their lips met as Yoochun’s hand wrapped around Junsu’s cock. Junsu moaned into his mouth, lifting his hips.
“I can’t believe you want our first time to be in Yunho’s parents’ bedroom,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grinned. “Why not? This is where you found out you loved me.”
Yoochun looked around the room and then smiled down at Junsu. “You’re right. It’s perfect.”
They kissed again. Yoochun’s hands were all over Junsu, around his hips and his chest and shoulders. He gripped Junsu’s cock before cupping his balls and then running his hands up and down Junsu’s legs. When Yoochun finally started kissing the rest of him, Junsu’s head was spinning. He moaned, gripping Yoochun’s hair.
“Come on, just do it, Chunnie, no more playing.” Junsu threw a leg over Yoochun’s back to let him know he was serious.
Yoochun smiled up at him. He caressed around Junsu’s hip and traced the creases between leg and balls. His finger dropped lower as Junsu moaned. He lifted his other leg and held it up with a hand between his knee. Yoochun adjusted his body. He held himself up with one arm and let his finger trace over and around Junsu’s opening. Each caress brought a whimper from Junsu’s throat, and his body jerked.
“It’s going to hurt,” Yoochun whispered.
“I know. But you’ll be nice.” Junsu smiled at him; his cutest, sweetest, most angelic smile and Yoochun’s mouth opened to reply, but he shook his head.
He pressed a short kiss to Junsu’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun reached for the lube laying on the bed. “I can use the dildo first if--”
“No,” Junsu said. “I … I want you inside me before some fake penis.”
Yoochun smiled. “Good.”
He lay next to Junsu so he could kiss him while he prepped him. Junsu threw his leg over Yoochun’s hips. After adding a generous amount of lube to his fingers, Yoochun reached around his leg and teased the curve of Junsu’s ass again.
Junsu moaned. He lifted his arm, hand tangling in Yoochun’s hair. His breath gasped as Yoochun slipped a finger over his entrance, covering it with lube. Junsu tensed up as Yoochun pushed his finger in. He moaned as Junsu’s body tightened and the muscles fought against the intrusion.
“You okay?”
“Yes, god, please. You have done this to me before.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him as he moved his finger in and out of Junsu’s body. “Just making sure. It’s all part of that being nice thing you mentioned.”
Junsu cupped Yoochun’s cheek and deepened the kiss. Yoochun moaned and pressed his hard cock into Junsu’s hip.
“Another finger,” Junsu begged, “please, more, Yoochun. More.”
Yoochun removed his finger only long enough to add more lube. Their lips met again and Junsu moaned as two fingers pushed into him. It was too tight, too full, too much. But when Yoochun pulled his fingers out, Junsu whimpered and rotated his hips down, pushing them back inside. Yoochun sped up, spreading and stretching Junsu open while they kissed.
“Are you ready for a third, Su-ah?”
Junsu nodded frantically. “Please, please, plea--” He broke off with a cry as Yoochun added a third. Yoochun’s fingers stretched him wide, pushed deeper. Fingertips brushed over his prostate and Junsu pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth with a cry. He lifted his hips, hand on the bed. He fucked himself on Yoochun’s fingers and whimpered.
“Do you want to come?” Yoochun whispered, kissing Junsu’s neck and cheek.
The question permeated the lust around his body and he nodded again.
“Stroke yourself,” Yoochun said as he moved away from Junsu’s body.
Junsu whined, but grabbed his cock and stroked fast. Yoochun kept his fingers buried deep but didn’t move them as he re-situated himself between Junsu’s spread legs. Junsu lifted his legs and wrapped one around Yoochun’s waist. Yoochun dumped lube right onto Junsu’s clenching body and on his cock. Junsu watched through unfocused mist as Yoochun stroked himself. He spread his fingers, all three of them and Junsu’s eyes rolled back as pleasure so intense jolted through his skin. His hand flew over his cock, stroking faster, until his orgasm was right there, ready to spill over onto his body, and then the bastard removed his fingers.
“Chun-un-ieeee,” Junsu whimpered and lifted his hips as he tried to make up for the loss by stroking even faster.
Yoochun had the nerve to chuckle.
“I hate you,” Junsu said and then broke off with a cry as the unmistakable feel of Yoochun’s cock swiped over his hole. “Fuck, Yoochun.” Yoochun did it again, and then again, not pushing in, but teasing, touching.
Junsu moaned, and then practically screamed as Yoochun’s slick fingers twisted around his nipple.
“Come, Su,” Yoochun said, voice rough. “I … fuck, hurry, I …”
“Fuck me, just … I’m too close, just …” He broke off with a scream as Yoochun pushed in. Junsu’s vision went black and his body protested the intrusion, but he had been too close and he took the pain and pulled Yoochun down to his lips and kissed him while he came hard onto his stomach. He gasped as the pleasure faded to pain and his vision showed him Yoochun’s face, and he felt Yoochun’s body above him and inside him, stretching him open.
He whined and turned his head as more pain than he thought shot up his spine.
Yoochun kissed his cheek. “You’re okay, Su, I’m … fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking tight.”
“Chunnie, it … stop, it hurts.”
“I know, I know, but god, it feels so good.”
Junsu dug his fingers into Yoochun’s back as the pain increased, and Yoochun moaned, moving faster. He lost the energy to keep his legs up and they fell to the bed. Yoochun’s lips stayed against his, trying to whisper soothing words, but they meant nothing. Junsu knew it wouldn’t stop hurting until Yoochun was done. He moaned and tried not to cry even as tears dripped from his eyes. Pain-filled moments later, Yoochun shuddered and came. His body slowed to a stop and then he hastily retreated. Junsu winced, and breathed deep as Yoochun kissed his cheeks and whispered apologies at him.
“Shut up, Yoochun,” Junsu said. “Just hold me for a second.”
Yoochun frowned at him, but did as he was told, holding Junsu close. Junsu’s breath hitched, and a few stubborn tears leaked from his eyes.
“You must think I’m stupid,” Junsu said, “crying like a girl.”
“Naw, it hurts.”
Junsu lifted his chin. “How do you know?”
Yoochun smiled. “I was stupid the first time I put a dildo in me. No prep, nothing. It hurt like a bitch.”
“I’m sure this was worse.”
Yoochun smirked. “When you’re feeling better, you can show me how much it hurts.”
Junsu looked at him in confusion. What did that mean? Yoochun didn’t actually … “You don’t expect me to top?”
“Why not?”
Junsu pushed himself up to his elbows. He winced at the pain in his lower body. “You want me to top?”
“Um, need I remind you what you walked into from the bathroom? Me fucking myself with a dildo? Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“But I’m …”
Yoochun laughed. “A bottom? Says who?”
“I … I don’t know. I just …”
“Su, look. This is your first time. Do you want all your sexual experiences to be the same as what just happened? Minus the crying of course.”
“Shut up, bastard.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him softly. “Just tell me you’ll try it, okay. If you don’t like it, then I have no problem at all making a habit of fucking your amazing ass.”
“Sweet talker,” Junsu said with a grin. “Okay. We’ll try it.”
“Good.”
As they settled down again, Junsu thought about the experience. Yes, it hurt, god, his ass still hurt and he’d be shifting all day today, but he still wanted to do it again. He wanted to have Yoochun fuck him until he couldn’t see straight from all the pleasure.
“Chunnie?” he said.
“Huh?” Yoochun asked, breath quiet and steady.
Junsu traced a fingertip over Yoochun’s collarbones. “You planned this, didn’t you? I mean, why else would you have a dildo here?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah, sort of. I mean, I’ve been carrying that dildo around with me for a couple weeks, just in case the opportunity arose.”
Junsu burst out laughing. “You’ve had a dildo in your bag at school?”
“Yep.”
“Part of me wishes that you’d accidentally dumped everything onto the floor of Professor Cho’s class.”
Yoochun rolled him over and kissed him as his fingers ran down his side. “I’d rather have it inside me through Professor Cho’s class.”
“Oh, god. Do it.”
“On Monday when we go back to school?”
“Yes. I dare you.”
“Okay. I will. Until then, want to fuck me with it while I suck on your cock?”
Junsu’s eyes went wide and he was hard in a moment. “Fuck yes!”
Part 5: First Lust
Part 4: First Kiss
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Epilogue: From Junsu's POV
Junsu woke up in a strange room with strangely soft blankets and an arm around his middle. He shut his eyes against the light and tried to remember the night before. There had been weed involved, he knew that. Weed and kisses and touches and Junsu was pretty sure that he’d been kissing Changmin at one point. He shifted and looked over his shoulder. The arm around him belonged to his boyfriend, so he stopped worrying about the night before and settled into Yoochun’s warmth and went back to sleep.
He woke up again, but to kisses on his shoulder and a hand tracing the curve of his hip. Junsu moaned and pushed back against Yoochun’s erection.
“I have plans for you,” Yoochun whispered, “so get up, go use the bathroom and brush your teeth.”
“Such a sweet talker,” Junsu said, but he rolled away from Yoochun and sat up. His brain was fogged and his eyes refused to open.
“Here,” Yoochun said. A blurry roll of white entered his field of vision. Junsu laughed and took the joint. He inhaled deeply.
“Ah,” he said, blowing out a plume of smoke. “Wake and bake, nothing better.”
“There is, and I’ll show it to you, go, bathroom, now.”
Junsu turned and said, “Should I shower?”
Yoochun smiled. “Sure. I did before you woke up.”
Junsu’s gaze found a clock. It was after two in the afternoon. He recognized Yunho’s parents’ bedroom. And then he turned to Yoochun.
“Sorry about the whole kissing Changmin thing,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “Eh, it’ alright. Changmin was about to suck you off before Jaejoong and Yunho stopped him. It was funny.”
Junsu remembered and laughed with Yoochun. He leaned back only enough to press a kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you. Go get cleaned up.”
Junsu stood up and winced at his sore muscles. The couple of hits of weed made walking to the bathroom feel like floating.
“The faster you’re done the sooner I can suck your cock,” Yoochun called after him.
Junsu laughed and said, “Good enough reason to hurry.” He did, using Yunho’s dad’s shower things. He had no desire to use their toothbrushes though, so he dug under the sink and in a drawer until he found an unused one. By the time he had brushed his teeth, his skin was dry. He went back into the room naked.
Yoochun was laying on top of the covers, naked, but that wasn’t what made him stop in his tracks and gasp. His knees were bent, eyes shut tight. Three fingers gripped the base of a green dildo and the rest of the dildo was buried in Yoochun’s ass. They’d been getting closer, messing around and sucking each other off whenever they could for the last few weeks, but with studying for exams and Christmas, they didn’t have time to do more.
“Fuck,” Junsu said.
Yoochun opened his eyes. “Su … Su, come to bed, please. Fuck. Come and suck on me.”
Junsu staggered to the bed. He had no idea where to look first. Yoochun whimpered. Junsu reached his hand out and twisted Yoochun’s nipple.
“Fuck. Su, come on, do something.”
Junsu met his eyes and the love and trust and lust shining in Yoochun’s gaze spurred Junsu into action. He wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s cock and stroked while leaning down and sucking on his nipple. Yoochun moaned and lifted his hips. Moments later his cock pulsed in Junsu’s hand and he came, shooting strands of white up his chest.
Junsu slowed his hand and watched as the dildo slipped from Yoochun’s body. “You’re such a slut.”
Yoochun smiled around gasping breaths. “A slut for you.” He lifted the dildo and said, “Your turn?”
Junsu kissed his lips. “Yes, but not with that.” He moved his hand, stroking Yoochun again.
Yoochun’s eyes went wide, and he bit his lower lip. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please.” Junsu grinned and laid down next to Yoochun. Yoochun turned to his side and smiled at him. “I want this. I want you.”
Yoochun kissed him and let his hand travel up and down Junsu’s chest. He went lower, teasing Junsu’s ribs with fingertips, but he avoided his cock. Junsu whined when Yoochun feathered his touch down Junsu’s side and to his hips.
“I don’t want you to tease me,” Junsu said. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I know, but I want to tease you.”
Junsu smiled. “Why do I love you?”
“Um, not sure. Devilishly good looks. Cheesy pickup lines.”
Junsu laughed. “That must be it.”
Their lips met as Yoochun’s hand wrapped around Junsu’s cock. Junsu moaned into his mouth, lifting his hips.
“I can’t believe you want our first time to be in Yunho’s parents’ bedroom,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grinned. “Why not? This is where you found out you loved me.”
Yoochun looked around the room and then smiled down at Junsu. “You’re right. It’s perfect.”
They kissed again. Yoochun’s hands were all over Junsu, around his hips and his chest and shoulders. He gripped Junsu’s cock before cupping his balls and then running his hands up and down Junsu’s legs. When Yoochun finally started kissing the rest of him, Junsu’s head was spinning. He moaned, gripping Yoochun’s hair.
“Come on, just do it, Chunnie, no more playing.” Junsu threw a leg over Yoochun’s back to let him know he was serious.
Yoochun smiled up at him. He caressed around Junsu’s hip and traced the creases between leg and balls. His finger dropped lower as Junsu moaned. He lifted his other leg and held it up with a hand between his knee. Yoochun adjusted his body. He held himself up with one arm and let his finger trace over and around Junsu’s opening. Each caress brought a whimper from Junsu’s throat, and his body jerked.
“It’s going to hurt,” Yoochun whispered.
“I know. But you’ll be nice.” Junsu smiled at him; his cutest, sweetest, most angelic smile and Yoochun’s mouth opened to reply, but he shook his head.
He pressed a short kiss to Junsu’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun reached for the lube laying on the bed. “I can use the dildo first if--”
“No,” Junsu said. “I … I want you inside me before some fake penis.”
Yoochun smiled. “Good.”
He lay next to Junsu so he could kiss him while he prepped him. Junsu threw his leg over Yoochun’s hips. After adding a generous amount of lube to his fingers, Yoochun reached around his leg and teased the curve of Junsu’s ass again.
Junsu moaned. He lifted his arm, hand tangling in Yoochun’s hair. His breath gasped as Yoochun slipped a finger over his entrance, covering it with lube. Junsu tensed up as Yoochun pushed his finger in. He moaned as Junsu’s body tightened and the muscles fought against the intrusion.
“You okay?”
“Yes, god, please. You have done this to me before.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him as he moved his finger in and out of Junsu’s body. “Just making sure. It’s all part of that being nice thing you mentioned.”
Junsu cupped Yoochun’s cheek and deepened the kiss. Yoochun moaned and pressed his hard cock into Junsu’s hip.
“Another finger,” Junsu begged, “please, more, Yoochun. More.”
Yoochun removed his finger only long enough to add more lube. Their lips met again and Junsu moaned as two fingers pushed into him. It was too tight, too full, too much. But when Yoochun pulled his fingers out, Junsu whimpered and rotated his hips down, pushing them back inside. Yoochun sped up, spreading and stretching Junsu open while they kissed.
“Are you ready for a third, Su-ah?”
Junsu nodded frantically. “Please, please, plea--” He broke off with a cry as Yoochun added a third. Yoochun’s fingers stretched him wide, pushed deeper. Fingertips brushed over his prostate and Junsu pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth with a cry. He lifted his hips, hand on the bed. He fucked himself on Yoochun’s fingers and whimpered.
“Do you want to come?” Yoochun whispered, kissing Junsu’s neck and cheek.
The question permeated the lust around his body and he nodded again.
“Stroke yourself,” Yoochun said as he moved away from Junsu’s body.
Junsu whined, but grabbed his cock and stroked fast. Yoochun kept his fingers buried deep but didn’t move them as he re-situated himself between Junsu’s spread legs. Junsu lifted his legs and wrapped one around Yoochun’s waist. Yoochun dumped lube right onto Junsu’s clenching body and on his cock. Junsu watched through unfocused mist as Yoochun stroked himself. He spread his fingers, all three of them and Junsu’s eyes rolled back as pleasure so intense jolted through his skin. His hand flew over his cock, stroking faster, until his orgasm was right there, ready to spill over onto his body, and then the bastard removed his fingers.
“Chun-un-ieeee,” Junsu whimpered and lifted his hips as he tried to make up for the loss by stroking even faster.
Yoochun had the nerve to chuckle.
“I hate you,” Junsu said and then broke off with a cry as the unmistakable feel of Yoochun’s cock swiped over his hole. “Fuck, Yoochun.” Yoochun did it again, and then again, not pushing in, but teasing, touching.
Junsu moaned, and then practically screamed as Yoochun’s slick fingers twisted around his nipple.
“Come, Su,” Yoochun said, voice rough. “I … fuck, hurry, I …”
“Fuck me, just … I’m too close, just …” He broke off with a scream as Yoochun pushed in. Junsu’s vision went black and his body protested the intrusion, but he had been too close and he took the pain and pulled Yoochun down to his lips and kissed him while he came hard onto his stomach. He gasped as the pleasure faded to pain and his vision showed him Yoochun’s face, and he felt Yoochun’s body above him and inside him, stretching him open.
He whined and turned his head as more pain than he thought shot up his spine.
Yoochun kissed his cheek. “You’re okay, Su, I’m … fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking tight.”
“Chunnie, it … stop, it hurts.”
“I know, I know, but god, it feels so good.”
Junsu dug his fingers into Yoochun’s back as the pain increased, and Yoochun moaned, moving faster. He lost the energy to keep his legs up and they fell to the bed. Yoochun’s lips stayed against his, trying to whisper soothing words, but they meant nothing. Junsu knew it wouldn’t stop hurting until Yoochun was done. He moaned and tried not to cry even as tears dripped from his eyes. Pain-filled moments later, Yoochun shuddered and came. His body slowed to a stop and then he hastily retreated. Junsu winced, and breathed deep as Yoochun kissed his cheeks and whispered apologies at him.
“Shut up, Yoochun,” Junsu said. “Just hold me for a second.”
Yoochun frowned at him, but did as he was told, holding Junsu close. Junsu’s breath hitched, and a few stubborn tears leaked from his eyes.
“You must think I’m stupid,” Junsu said, “crying like a girl.”
“Naw, it hurts.”
Junsu lifted his chin. “How do you know?”
Yoochun smiled. “I was stupid the first time I put a dildo in me. No prep, nothing. It hurt like a bitch.”
“I’m sure this was worse.”
Yoochun smirked. “When you’re feeling better, you can show me how much it hurts.”
Junsu looked at him in confusion. What did that mean? Yoochun didn’t actually … “You don’t expect me to top?”
“Why not?”
Junsu pushed himself up to his elbows. He winced at the pain in his lower body. “You want me to top?”
“Um, need I remind you what you walked into from the bathroom? Me fucking myself with a dildo? Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“But I’m …”
Yoochun laughed. “A bottom? Says who?”
“I … I don’t know. I just …”
“Su, look. This is your first time. Do you want all your sexual experiences to be the same as what just happened? Minus the crying of course.”
“Shut up, bastard.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him softly. “Just tell me you’ll try it, okay. If you don’t like it, then I have no problem at all making a habit of fucking your amazing ass.”
“Sweet talker,” Junsu said with a grin. “Okay. We’ll try it.”
“Good.”
As they settled down again, Junsu thought about the experience. Yes, it hurt, god, his ass still hurt and he’d be shifting all day today, but he still wanted to do it again. He wanted to have Yoochun fuck him until he couldn’t see straight from all the pleasure.
“Chunnie?” he said.
“Huh?” Yoochun asked, breath quiet and steady.
Junsu traced a fingertip over Yoochun’s collarbones. “You planned this, didn’t you? I mean, why else would you have a dildo here?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah, sort of. I mean, I’ve been carrying that dildo around with me for a couple weeks, just in case the opportunity arose.”
Junsu burst out laughing. “You’ve had a dildo in your bag at school?”
“Yep.”
“Part of me wishes that you’d accidentally dumped everything onto the floor of Professor Cho’s class.”
Yoochun rolled him over and kissed him as his fingers ran down his side. “I’d rather have it inside me through Professor Cho’s class.”
“Oh, god. Do it.”
“On Monday when we go back to school?”
“Yes. I dare you.”
“Okay. I will. Until then, want to fuck me with it while I suck on your cock?”
Junsu’s eyes went wide and he was hard in a moment. “Fuck yes!”
Part 5: First Lust
Part 4: First Kiss
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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