Unattainable Sin 1/3
Title: Unattainable Sin
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, oh god, I'm so naughty to them without them being mine, can you imagine if they were actually mine???
Summary: I'm going to hell. Really, there's no way around it. Lusting after your girlfriend's 14-year-old brother is a one way ticket to burning for eternity. But even that's not enough to stop me from acting on it.
Warning: Changmin is 20 years old. Junsu is 14. This fic is first person from Changmin's POV.
A/N: This fic is all julili's fault.
Part 1:
My girlfriend’s younger brother is the hottest piece of ass in the world.
There, I said it. I admit it.
Fuck.
I’ve been dating his sister for two years. I met Junsu when he was twelve and by thirteen my brain was already saying helpful things like, “He’s going to be hot when he gets older,” and “His girlfriend later is going to be lucky to get to kiss those lips.”
I am addicted to his smiles and to his laughter, and the way his shorts hang off his body. He is going to be gorgeous when he got older.
Between thirteen and fourteen, he went from adorable boy to hot teenager with girls fawning over him. He grew probably six inches, and his tiny muscles developed from being on the soccer team. He never lost the boyish looks with me though, and I guess that’s because he saw me as the older brother he didn’t have, so he always played around and acted cute around me, smiling, batting his eyes lashes at me, pouting when he wanted something.
I did not see him as a younger brother.
I saw him as an unattainable sin. I’d dated guys before (his sister didn’t know that), but they didn’t really do it for me like girls did. But Junsu, fuck, there was just something about his personality, his never-ending smile, his mouth, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks. I loved winter the most, when his cheeks were red from the cold and he’d jump on his sister and I while we were on the couch and try to put his cold hands on my stomach, under my shirt.
I’m finally leaving for college and the only thing running through my mind is that I’m not going to have an excuse to go over to her house and ogle his fourteen year old ass.
His sister’s name is Suyoung.
When I cry out “Su” in bed, it isn’t her pussy I’m fucking in my mind. She’s just finished high school, and she’s going to a different school. She wants to design clothes, and she has a scholarship. I postponed college partially for her, and partially because I did not have the money and my parents aren’t rich. I had to work for a couple years, but I’ve continued to study.
I go to Junsu’s soccer games with her. He is a great player, and at the end of the games he always hugs me, skin sweaty, hair wet and plastered to his face.
He calls me hyung, and treats me like his older brother.
And every day I dig my grave deeper to hell as I stroke off thinking of those red lips around my cock and those shining eyes full of lust.
He had a girlfriend last year, but when he told me about their kiss, he said it was gross and he hadn’t liked it. It took all my self control not to kiss him to show him what a good kiss was.
I help him with his homework, make him food and play video games with him. His sister always says that I’m such a good role model and she’s so glad that I take care of him.
I want to take care of him so much.
“Hyung,” he says. “It’s your turn.”
I snap out of my daze and look back at the board. I’ve been teaching him how to play chess. He’s good at video games, but he’d never even heard of chess before.
I feel like my king, trying to keep things in front of me (like my queen), as I’m slowly backed into a corner.
He’s biting his lip in concentration. His hands are gripping the edge of the table. His head tilts as he stares at the board.
My bishop is in trouble, but if I move him then I’m fucked later. I’m not sure if Junsu sees it. I move my rook and take one of his pawns.
“Hyung?” he says.
“What?”
“Would this be a good move?” he asks, and shows how his queen can take my bishop.
I’m tempted to say yes, because he hasn’t seen my knight, but I shake my head. “Look closer, Su-ah. Your queen is your life, remember that.”
Yeah, Min, remember that. Queen. Not the queen’s younger brother.
It’s not like I don’t love his sister. I do. I mean, yes, I’m going to college and she’s not coming with me. We haven’t made each other any promises, which I wouldn’t be able to keep anyway because I want to know what her younger brother’s lips look like around my cock.
He leaves his queen and moves a pawn.
It’s a good move, blocking me from forcing him to move his bishop away from his king. I’m distracted by the way his tongue runs over his bottom lip. I wonder if he knows how sexy that is.
“Do you have to go to college, hyung?” he asks.
“Yes. Everyone does.”
“Will you still be in college when I go?”
“Probably not.”
He pouts and swears.
“Su,” I admonish.
“Sorry, I’m …” His cheeks turn red. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you,” I say.
He bites his lip. I move my rook again, retreating as I see that his last move has put the rook in direct line of his bishop. I don’t mind losing a bishop, but I need my rook.
He takes my bishop with a knight. I take his knight with a pawn.
“Hyung,” he whines. “I didn’t see that.”
I didn’t see myself falling hard for you. “Too bad.”
He pouts and god, I want to suck that bottom lip into my mouth and chew on it. I check the time. His sister won’t be home for another couple hours.
I suddenly want this game over. I make bad moves and he smiles in victory when he finally checkmates me.
And then he frowns. “You lost on purpose.”
I smile. “Prove it.”
“How am I supposed to learn that way?”
“Prove it,” I say again.
He pouts as he starts putting the pieces back in their places for a new game.
“Let’s go watch TV,” I say. My hands are suddenly sweaty because when we watch TV, he curls up against me.
“Okay.” He puts the game away. I turn my head and watch as he stretches to lift the game to the top shelf where the rest of the games are. His arms aren’t quite long enough. I stand up and get behind him just as he loses his balance. I put one arm around his waist and use the other to put the game up.
“Thanks, hyung,” he whispers.
My fingers are on his skin. My eyes shut, willing control as his body presses against mine. I have a white-knuckled grip on the frame of the bookshelf.
“Hyung,” he says, quietly, nervous.
I shiver and twist us away from the door. I keep my arm around him because I can. He laughs as my fingers tighten on his side and he struggles, saying that tickles and I smile, the moment broken for now as I drag him to the couch, both hands tickling him. He hits the arm of the couch and falls back, away from me, knees hooked on the arm. His shirt has ridden up enough that I can almost see his nipples.
I stare down at him, unconsciously move so I’m pinning his legs. My eyes are on his body.
His breath speeds up, but I don’t dare meet his eyes. I don’t want to see fear or confusion. I want to see lust and need. I can feel it in my face. I lick my lips.
He whimpers my name, and I shut my eyes even as my fingers reach for him again.
He gasps as my fingers brush over his ribs.
control you bastard, control.
I swallow roughly, and step away from him. His legs immediately curl into the couch and his arms cross over his body. I move around and sit down. He stays against the arm, bringing his knees up to his chest, arms around them. I don’t dare look at him. My cock is half hard.
I turn on the TV, lay my arm against the back of the couch and stare at the moving-picture box without seeing what’s on.
Agonizing moments later, Junsu curls against my side.
Maybe he thinks he imagined it.
My fingertips run over his shoulder. His fingers tighten in my shirt and he buries his face in my chest.
“Hyung,” he whines. Low, desperate and my chest hitches.
My fingers move down his arm, across his back.
He’s shaking.
There is a voice screaming at me to stop. But my body doesn’t listen, and I don’t blame it. I don’t want to listen to it.
I’m leaving in two weeks.
My other hand curls around his hip, dangerously close to cupping his ass. His breath hitches and he lets me pull him closer. His leg falls over my lap. His face stays buried at my neck, but his breath burns with little puffs against my skin.
“H-hyung,” he stammers. His lips barely touch my skin.
I shiver. “Su-ah,” I whisper.
He shakes his head and starts chanting, “No, no, no,” even as he moves again. I arch away from the couch as his leg forces its way behind me. It’s an awkward position for both of his, but I don’t dare pull him into my lap. I can’t. If I pull him into my lap, everything is going to go to hell.
I’m going to drag him into my fantasies.
But I guess I don’t have control of him. He climbs into my lap, one knee on each side of me. I finally meet his eyes.
He’s terrified, unsure. His cheeks are red. He’s gnawing on his lower lip in indecision. I’ve lost control of myself. I touch his cheek, squeezing lightly, fingers curling around his jaw.
He sort of smiles and then his eyes flutter shut. Long lashes. His mouth opens with a gasp as my hand finally drops low enough to cup his ass.
“We--we c-can’t, h-hyung,” he says.
“I know,” I reply, but I keep touching him. I trace his eyes and nose and cheeks and lips with my fingers. His eyes flutter faster, his breath speeds up. His hands land on my chest, fingers clenching the muscles. His head falls back. I move fingers over his neck, tug on his ears. He smiles again.
“Hy-hyung,” he says and he fists my t-shirt as his hips buck forward.
My gaze is drawn down, to the erection tenting his shorts. I swallow, because just below his erection is mine.
I don’t dare. I can’t. My hand on his ass decides that I can. I pull him closer. He swallows, and his eyes open, and we’re so close, too close, but not close enough. His body presses against mine. His erection digs into my stomach. My fingers thread through his hair, holding firmly. He moans, and his tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip.
And that is my undoing.
I lean forward and kiss him. He’s frozen as I suck on his lower lip. He’s breathing fast, the sound rasping through his open mouth, over my lips. I touch my tongue to his upper lip and he whines, fingers digging painfully into my chest.
“Hyung,” he says, “Hyung, I …”
“Su-ah,” I whisper. “Tell me no, and I”ll stop. Tell me no.”
I’m half pleading for it, because if he says no, I won’t force him. I want him to say no. I need him to say no.
It’s not fair though. He’s only fourteen. He’s not going to say no.
He shakes his head, eyes shut. Again, his tongue wets his lips, but my lips are still so close to his that he licks my lips. It’s my turn to moan. My hand really grips his ass and my other arm wraps around his body, pulling us flush. I lean back, pulling him with me as we slouch on the couch. His legs move and his erection slides down my body.
He gasps, eyes flying open and he ruts against me, whole body moving.
“Fuck, Su-ah,” I whisper and kiss him again. Both my hands grip his ass and I lay us down, legs stretched out. He’s humping me, whining, and I use my hold on his ass to direct him over, so our dicks are together. My eyes shut as lust and need coil through me.
He yanks himself away from my lips, gasping, loud, and bites down on his lower lip as his body convulses. He falls limp against me, gasping harder, and wetness seeps through my pants. He shuddering, and his hands are gripping at my arms desperately.
I move my hips a tiny bit, and he whimpers.
I run my hands through his hair, kiss his head and rub his back as he calms down.
“S-s-sorry, h-hyung,” he says.
“For what?”
He buries his face in my chest, and I know he’s embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry, dongsaeng. That was hot.”
He shakes his head, rubbing his face against me. “We-we … we can’t do this.”
“I know.”
I lift his face with both hands. His eyes are red, a tear drips down his cheek. I want to ask why he’s crying, but instead, I pull him forward and kiss him again. He sighs into my mouth. The first tentative brush of his tongue has me moaning again, holding him tightly. He follows my lead, our tongues touching and brushing. My skin is on fire, each touch is maddening. Our crotches are still wet, dirty from his orgasm.
He’s still hard.
I end the kiss and push him up. He kneels, and I let my eyes trace down his body. His nipples are budding through his t-shirt. There’s a wet spot on his pants. I reach for it, curling my fingers around his erection. There’s an obscene squelching sound and he moans, head back, eyes shut. I lift up from the couch enough to pull off my shirt.
“Take your shirt off,” I say.
He swallows. With shaking hands, he curls his fingers under the hem and lifts his t-shirt over his head.
I splay my hands over his chest, fingers brushing over both nipples.
His gasps, eyes flying open.
“Like that?” I ask.
He nods. I lick my thumb and forefinger on both hands and then slide them over his nipples. His gasp is louder. His hands grip my wrists, pushing them more against his body.
“Take your clothes off,” I say, voice harsher than I meant.
He meets my eyes, scared and unsure.
“Please,” I say, softening my tone. “You’re so sexy, Su-ah, please.”
A blush covers his already red face. He looks down, and then lashes fluttering, glances back at me. “You think I’m sexy?”
I pull him back down to me, arms around his bare back. “Yes,” I say just before I kiss him. “Very, very, temptingly, agonizingly sexy.”
He smiles into the kiss and then pushes away, hands on my chest. Cheeks still red, he ways, “You’re sexy. I … I want muscles like yours, hyung.”
“I want an ass like yours,” I say and squeeze it.
He laughs and squirms away from my hands. He pushes his shorts and underwear off. I stop breathing when he straddles my hips again. I don’t know where to look first. Slim hips, tiny waist. I can’t see his ass, but I know I’ll see it soon. I run fingers over his chest. His skin jerks and he whimpers with his eyes shut.
I take his hard cock in my hand and he bucks into it with a cry. His previous orgasm lets my hand slide over him easily. A moment later, he falls over me, ass in the air. I run my hand over the curve, squeezing. He moans, mouth open on my chest.
“Lick my nipples, Su-ah,” I say, speeding the strokes on his dick.
He takes a deep breath. The first touch of his tongue against my nipple has me sighing. He closes his mouth around it and sucks, tongue firm against the bud. And I moan. His breath speeds, his body shakes, and his teeth bite down as a wave of pleasure shivers through his skin. He’s going to come again. I can fill his cock swelling in preparation.
I use my grip on his ass to yank him up. He’s not expecting it so he falls up easily. I tug on him again, until he’s on my chest. One of his legs is between mine, his thigh pushing against my erection. His hands land on the arm of the couch by my head and I shift down, moaning as his leg slides over me. I stroke faster and then his cock is in my mouth. I lick the head, sucking lightly as I continue to stroke him.
He practically screams and his body jerks violently as he comes almost immediately. I suck him through it, through his whimpers and cries and swallow his orgasm. Shaking, whimpering, he falls against my chest.
I wrap my arms around his naked body.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Hy-hyung.”
“Huh?”
“That … f-fu- I like that.”
I laugh. “Most men like blow jobs, babe.”
He curls up against me, breath steadying.
“Wanna return the favor?” I ask.
He stiffens, and tilts his head to look up at me.
I smile. “Well? I’m fucking hard, Su-ah. I want to come, too.”
He blushes, biting his lower lip. “What-What should I do?”
I take him by the shoulders and push him up. “Take my pants off, and then go from there.”
He shuffles back until he’s kneeling between my legs. I have to lower one leg to the floor for comfort. He swallows, eyes on my crotch. His hands shake as he unbuttons my jeans. He becomes more confident with each button. I moan and lift my hips so my cock pushes against his hands. He freezes, and then bites his lower lip and continues. I push them down, my underwear too, and he moves back further as I curl up my legs to get them completely off.
His eyes widen as they settle on my erection. I know I’m not small. He lifts his gaze to me, and he’s scared again. I smile and touch his cheek.
“Stroke me, Su-ah,”
He swallows and looks back down. His fingers curl around the shaft and I moan, hips lifting again at the much needed contact. I’m not going to last long. I know I’m not. Not with my wet dream stroking me.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yeah, just … let … let your fingers touch the crown,” I say. “ … when you … when you masturbate, Su-ah, just do it the same.”
His hand twists and my eyes fall shut with a moan.
“H-hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“I … I like …”
I smile and meet his nervous eyes. “What do you like? Show me.”
He swallows again and then his other hand cups my balls, soft, unsure.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp and my hips lift again. Yeah, I’m going to come soon.
“Is that … is that okay?”
I nod. “Yes, god, yes. Su. But grip harder. Pull on them.”
He follows my request and I feel my orgasm build. I want him to lick me. I want his mouth on me. I grab both of his hands and stop him, eyes shut, willing the orgasm away. It’s a tough battle.
He’s biting his lower lip. “S-sorry, hyung.”
“Oh, no, Su, fuck, don’t you apologize. It was too good. Too … “
He tilts his head and frowns. “But I thought you wanted to come.”
“Oh, trust me, I do, but I want you to suck on me.”
His eyes go wide and he looks down at my erection. “B-but … I …”
“Do you watch porn, Su-ah?”
He blushes and nods. “Wh-when no one is home.”
“You watched someone suck on a cock before?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to take it all, you know. Just what you can. Use your hand. Have you seen that?”
He nods again. “Okay.” When he wraps his hand around my cock again, I have to fight off coming right away. He licks his lips. Holds me. Gaze flicking up to mine. I watch him. He’s so nervous. He takes a deep breath and lowers his head. I hold my breath. The tip of his tongue touches the tip of my cock and I moan.
“So … fuck, Su. Such a tease,” I mutter.
He smiles, blushing and licks me again. Just that. The flat of his tongue over the head. His hand stays still.
“I … fuck, Su. I want you to put it in your mouth. I want it to get wet and slick while you rub your hand over me.”
He laughs, a nervous giggle that makes me moan. I meet his eyes and it’s the first time that we’ve started this that he’s been relaxed and not scared. He licks me again, and moves his hand a tiny bit.
“Please, Su,” I whisper, fingers tangling in his hair. His breath ghosts over the tip and there’s a stream of precome suddenly leaking from me. “Lick it up, Su, lick it up and taste me.”
His tongue runs over his lower lip again. His hand tightens on my cock as he leans down. The head of my cock disappears behind those pink lips. His tongue slips into the slit of my cock and he swallows, pressure increasing over the head.
“Fuck, Su,” I shout as my cock jerks more precome into his mouth.
He moans, and cuts it off, short, but he doesn’t remove his mouth. His tongue is going crazy, over and under, pressure along the ridge. I need him to move his hand.
“Move your hand, Su, please, please, move your hand.”
He does, down the shaft and I take the opportunity to lift my hips and more of my cock pushes into his mouth. He lets up, but doesn’t pull away like I think he will, just sucks softly, tongue still moving.
And then his hand slides up as his mouth slides down.
“Fuck!” I shout. My hand grips the back of the couch. My leg lifts and my foot settles on Junsu’s back. He does it again, taking more of me into his mouth. I can’t tear my eyes away as everything glistens with spit and his pink lips are stretched red.
And then he looks at me, eyes meeting and that vulnerable look, so innocent and worried has me coming.
“Su, Su, Su, Su,” I pant, trying to warn him, but I come too fast for him to move and he gags on the first few spurts, finally pulling away, but his hand keeps me up and a shot of come lands on his cheek, and then another on his lips and chin and I want to come again because it’s so hot seeing his face dripping with come.
My body sags as I try to breath.
And then his tongue licks the tip of me again. I moan, arm over my head.
“That … that was okay?”
I nod. “Very, very good.”
“It tastes nasty.”
I laugh and move my arm to look at him. I pull his arm and he climbs over me. Our bare skin presses together and my cock jerks and I know that I’m not going to go down any time soon. I lick up the come from his face, and then kiss him, force it into his mouth and he gags, but tries to keep kissing me anyway.
“It’s an acquired taste,” I say with his lips against mine.
Our bodies align and our cocks brush. He’s hard again. I reach between our bodies and grip them both, stroking lightly.
His eyes shut and his mouth opens. I lick his lower lip.
“You really have to go to college?” he asks suddenly.
I nod. “Yeah. I really do.”
“If you didn’t?”
I open my mouth and then shut it. I still my hands. It’s a terrifying question. If I weren’t leaving, would I have done this with my girlfriend’s little brother?
His lower lip quivers and I smile at him and kiss him. He sobs against my lips.
“Don’t, Su-ah, please. I don’t know, okay? I’ve been lusting after you for months now, but I … you’re so young, and I know myself. I would have caved and tried to kiss you even if I wasn’t going to college.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re cute and funny and I love spending time with you.”
“But I’m so young.” He smiles. “You like me young.”
“Oh, god, Su. There are so many things wrong with that.”
“I know.” He kisses me and I moan into his mouth and let him try to lead the kiss.
After a few more minutes, I look at the clock. His sister isn’t supposed to be home for another hour, but I’m not willing to risk it. I grab my pants and pull out my phone. She’s sent me a text, and I reply to it, asking when she’ll be back. Her response is by five.
When I look back at Junsu, his hand is stroking his cock and I’m suddenly willing to risk it. I toss the phone to the floor and grip his hips. I kneel on the floor, between his legs.
“H-hyung,” he says, voice scared again.
“Trust me,” I say and he nods.
“Keep stroking yourself.” I pull him so his ass is right on the edge of the couch. I lift his legs by his knees and then drop my head. His entrance is tight and pink. My mouth waters as I stare. I brush the back of my knuckles over him.
He cries out, back arching off the couch.
Done watching, I suck his balls into my mouth, leaving my fingers against his body. He shouts again, and I feel his hand stroke faster. I don’t have lube, god why don’t I have lube? I want to feel his body clench around my fingers.
I trade places and put his balls in my hand and my mouth on his ass. I lick at each curve, sliding my tongue around everywhere so everything is wet and slick. He’s moaning loud, body shaking.
I lick his entrance. It twitches under my tongue. I do it again, and then again.
“Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!”
I push my tongue into him and he screams. My cock pulses, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking just as fast as he is.
“Oh, god, hyung, hyung!”
I love hearing his voice. I love it so much. I gather a mouthful of spit, force it into his body with a wet slurp. Quickly, I cover my finger with more, and press it against his entrance. I pull my mouth away as I slip it into his body up to the first knuckle. He keens, eyes shutting tight, and his body fights against me, clenching. His hand slows. I open my mouth, take his cock all the way down my throat and start pumping my finger, in and out, pushing in more and more.
His fingers twist in my hair.
“Ch-Ch-Changmin!” And then his cries are incoherent. His dick pulses. He’s so close, and I force a second finger into him, knowing it’s going to hurt, but even though his body tightens further, he’s too close for the pain to register, and he’s coming into my mouth, screaming.
I swallow his release, finger fucking him faster until his taut body relaxes and he starts whining.
“Hy-hyung, it … it hurts.”
I don’t want to pull my fingers from his tight body, but I do. I kiss his entrance as it clenches. I want to fuck him so much. I spread his ass and lick at him until he’s squirming and gasping. I suck on his balls again and then kiss up further. There’s come all around his cock. I leave it and kiss his chest, pausing at his nipples. I push him down to the couch, and he’s suddenly nervous again as I take his legs and wrapped them around my waist.
“H-h-hyung,” he says, panicked.
I kiss him. “Don’t worry. I just have to come so fucking badly.”
I scoop up the come from his body and grip my cock. I moan as it slips easily in my hands. I kiss him again as I slick myself up. I grab his hips, lifting him up so my cock slides on his body, through more come, next to his cock. Holding him steady, I thrust again him, wishing it was his ass I was sliding into, wanting to feel that against my body. I cry out, head back as his hand wraps around me. And I look down at him, and there’s that look. That lust in his eyes. I pull him up by the neck, covering him in his own come and kiss him. Seconds later, I’m coming, moaning into his mouth and adding to the mess on his body. I collapse, pin him underneath him. His legs and arms wrap around me and hold me.
My phone rings with his sister’s ring tone.
I reach for it. “Hello?” I say, breathless.
“Hey,” she says, “you alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah, just playing soccer with Su.”
“Ah. Good. I’ll be home in about ten minutes, unless you want me to pick up something for dinner.”
“Yeah, do that,” I say looking down at Junsu’s panicked face. “I don’t feel like cooking.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I hang up before she says, “I love you.”
Junsu’s eyes are wide with fear. “H-hyung, what … what …”
I smile and kiss him. “Go clean up. Your sister will be here soon. We’ll talk more later, okay?”
He bites his lower lip. I kiss him, suck it into my mouth.
“Go on,” I say and sit up. He sighs and stands. That perfect ass in my face. I can’t help it. I grip his cheeks, spread him open and lick him.
“Hyung!” he says and laughs while swatting my shoulder.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help it.”
He laughs again and shakes his ass at me, but before I can spank him, he darts away, running out of the room and up the stairs. I sigh and gather our clothes. The shower starts. I clean up the come from me in the downstairs bathroom and then put my clothes back on. I head upstairs and put Junsu’s clothes in the hamper. The shower stops.
I reach for the door, cock jumping and decide that this time it’s not worth it.
I go back downstairs and make sure there’s no come on the floor or the couch. I flip to a soccer game right as Junsu’s sister comes in the front door.
“Hey baby,” Suyoung says and kisses my head. Her nose scrunches and a bit of panic bubbles up in me because I think she can smell the sex on me. “Soccer?” she says, “come on. You guys are always watching soccer. Let’s watch a movie.”
Junsu barrels down the stairs, stopping short when he sees his sister. He blushes, and I’m praying he won’t say something stupid.
“You okay, Su?” she asks, putting a hand to his forehead. “You’re all flush.”
“I’m fine,” he whispers, and then smiles. “Hungry?”
Suyoung laughs and hands him the bag of take out. “Go on, you growing boy.”
I stand up and kiss her cheek.
“Thanks for watching him,” she says and nuzzles into me.
I put my arms around her. “No problem. I like him.”
“I’m glad. He’s going to miss you when you leave.”
“I’m going to miss him.”
“He idolizes you.”
I don’t reply and head into the kitchen. I watch Junsu eat, chopsticks in his mouth. When we’re through eating, Suyoung says she’s going to go shower. Get the smell of hospital off her. I help Junsu clean up, the tension between us it agonizing. We wait until the shower starts, and then I gather him close and kiss him.
“Hyung?” he whispers.
“Huh?”
“Are … we … are we going to do this again?”
“Do you want to?”
He blushes and nods. “I like you.”
“I’m going to have to leave in two weeks, Su.”
He pouts and clings to me. “I know.”
I want to tell him not to get attached to me, but that would hypocritical since I’m already attached to him. I refuse Suyoung’s offer to stay the night, saying something about hanging out with some friends. I kiss her goodbye. Junsu avoids my gaze, as I search for him while I kiss his sister.
He disappears upstairs before I can say goodbye.
“I love you, Changmin,” Suyoung says.
I swallow and whisper, “I love you, Su.”
Part 2: My Little Visitor
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, oh god, I'm so naughty to them without them being mine, can you imagine if they were actually mine???
Summary: I'm going to hell. Really, there's no way around it. Lusting after your girlfriend's 14-year-old brother is a one way ticket to burning for eternity. But even that's not enough to stop me from acting on it.
Warning: Changmin is 20 years old. Junsu is 14. This fic is first person from Changmin's POV.
A/N: This fic is all julili's fault.
Part 1:
My girlfriend’s younger brother is the hottest piece of ass in the world.
There, I said it. I admit it.
Fuck.
I’ve been dating his sister for two years. I met Junsu when he was twelve and by thirteen my brain was already saying helpful things like, “He’s going to be hot when he gets older,” and “His girlfriend later is going to be lucky to get to kiss those lips.”
I am addicted to his smiles and to his laughter, and the way his shorts hang off his body. He is going to be gorgeous when he got older.
Between thirteen and fourteen, he went from adorable boy to hot teenager with girls fawning over him. He grew probably six inches, and his tiny muscles developed from being on the soccer team. He never lost the boyish looks with me though, and I guess that’s because he saw me as the older brother he didn’t have, so he always played around and acted cute around me, smiling, batting his eyes lashes at me, pouting when he wanted something.
I did not see him as a younger brother.
I saw him as an unattainable sin. I’d dated guys before (his sister didn’t know that), but they didn’t really do it for me like girls did. But Junsu, fuck, there was just something about his personality, his never-ending smile, his mouth, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks. I loved winter the most, when his cheeks were red from the cold and he’d jump on his sister and I while we were on the couch and try to put his cold hands on my stomach, under my shirt.
I’m finally leaving for college and the only thing running through my mind is that I’m not going to have an excuse to go over to her house and ogle his fourteen year old ass.
His sister’s name is Suyoung.
When I cry out “Su” in bed, it isn’t her pussy I’m fucking in my mind. She’s just finished high school, and she’s going to a different school. She wants to design clothes, and she has a scholarship. I postponed college partially for her, and partially because I did not have the money and my parents aren’t rich. I had to work for a couple years, but I’ve continued to study.
I go to Junsu’s soccer games with her. He is a great player, and at the end of the games he always hugs me, skin sweaty, hair wet and plastered to his face.
He calls me hyung, and treats me like his older brother.
And every day I dig my grave deeper to hell as I stroke off thinking of those red lips around my cock and those shining eyes full of lust.
He had a girlfriend last year, but when he told me about their kiss, he said it was gross and he hadn’t liked it. It took all my self control not to kiss him to show him what a good kiss was.
I help him with his homework, make him food and play video games with him. His sister always says that I’m such a good role model and she’s so glad that I take care of him.
I want to take care of him so much.
“Hyung,” he says. “It’s your turn.”
I snap out of my daze and look back at the board. I’ve been teaching him how to play chess. He’s good at video games, but he’d never even heard of chess before.
I feel like my king, trying to keep things in front of me (like my queen), as I’m slowly backed into a corner.
He’s biting his lip in concentration. His hands are gripping the edge of the table. His head tilts as he stares at the board.
My bishop is in trouble, but if I move him then I’m fucked later. I’m not sure if Junsu sees it. I move my rook and take one of his pawns.
“Hyung?” he says.
“What?”
“Would this be a good move?” he asks, and shows how his queen can take my bishop.
I’m tempted to say yes, because he hasn’t seen my knight, but I shake my head. “Look closer, Su-ah. Your queen is your life, remember that.”
Yeah, Min, remember that. Queen. Not the queen’s younger brother.
It’s not like I don’t love his sister. I do. I mean, yes, I’m going to college and she’s not coming with me. We haven’t made each other any promises, which I wouldn’t be able to keep anyway because I want to know what her younger brother’s lips look like around my cock.
He leaves his queen and moves a pawn.
It’s a good move, blocking me from forcing him to move his bishop away from his king. I’m distracted by the way his tongue runs over his bottom lip. I wonder if he knows how sexy that is.
“Do you have to go to college, hyung?” he asks.
“Yes. Everyone does.”
“Will you still be in college when I go?”
“Probably not.”
He pouts and swears.
“Su,” I admonish.
“Sorry, I’m …” His cheeks turn red. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you,” I say.
He bites his lip. I move my rook again, retreating as I see that his last move has put the rook in direct line of his bishop. I don’t mind losing a bishop, but I need my rook.
He takes my bishop with a knight. I take his knight with a pawn.
“Hyung,” he whines. “I didn’t see that.”
I didn’t see myself falling hard for you. “Too bad.”
He pouts and god, I want to suck that bottom lip into my mouth and chew on it. I check the time. His sister won’t be home for another couple hours.
I suddenly want this game over. I make bad moves and he smiles in victory when he finally checkmates me.
And then he frowns. “You lost on purpose.”
I smile. “Prove it.”
“How am I supposed to learn that way?”
“Prove it,” I say again.
He pouts as he starts putting the pieces back in their places for a new game.
“Let’s go watch TV,” I say. My hands are suddenly sweaty because when we watch TV, he curls up against me.
“Okay.” He puts the game away. I turn my head and watch as he stretches to lift the game to the top shelf where the rest of the games are. His arms aren’t quite long enough. I stand up and get behind him just as he loses his balance. I put one arm around his waist and use the other to put the game up.
“Thanks, hyung,” he whispers.
My fingers are on his skin. My eyes shut, willing control as his body presses against mine. I have a white-knuckled grip on the frame of the bookshelf.
“Hyung,” he says, quietly, nervous.
I shiver and twist us away from the door. I keep my arm around him because I can. He laughs as my fingers tighten on his side and he struggles, saying that tickles and I smile, the moment broken for now as I drag him to the couch, both hands tickling him. He hits the arm of the couch and falls back, away from me, knees hooked on the arm. His shirt has ridden up enough that I can almost see his nipples.
I stare down at him, unconsciously move so I’m pinning his legs. My eyes are on his body.
His breath speeds up, but I don’t dare meet his eyes. I don’t want to see fear or confusion. I want to see lust and need. I can feel it in my face. I lick my lips.
He whimpers my name, and I shut my eyes even as my fingers reach for him again.
He gasps as my fingers brush over his ribs.
control you bastard, control.
I swallow roughly, and step away from him. His legs immediately curl into the couch and his arms cross over his body. I move around and sit down. He stays against the arm, bringing his knees up to his chest, arms around them. I don’t dare look at him. My cock is half hard.
I turn on the TV, lay my arm against the back of the couch and stare at the moving-picture box without seeing what’s on.
Agonizing moments later, Junsu curls against my side.
Maybe he thinks he imagined it.
My fingertips run over his shoulder. His fingers tighten in my shirt and he buries his face in my chest.
“Hyung,” he whines. Low, desperate and my chest hitches.
My fingers move down his arm, across his back.
He’s shaking.
There is a voice screaming at me to stop. But my body doesn’t listen, and I don’t blame it. I don’t want to listen to it.
I’m leaving in two weeks.
My other hand curls around his hip, dangerously close to cupping his ass. His breath hitches and he lets me pull him closer. His leg falls over my lap. His face stays buried at my neck, but his breath burns with little puffs against my skin.
“H-hyung,” he stammers. His lips barely touch my skin.
I shiver. “Su-ah,” I whisper.
He shakes his head and starts chanting, “No, no, no,” even as he moves again. I arch away from the couch as his leg forces its way behind me. It’s an awkward position for both of his, but I don’t dare pull him into my lap. I can’t. If I pull him into my lap, everything is going to go to hell.
I’m going to drag him into my fantasies.
But I guess I don’t have control of him. He climbs into my lap, one knee on each side of me. I finally meet his eyes.
He’s terrified, unsure. His cheeks are red. He’s gnawing on his lower lip in indecision. I’ve lost control of myself. I touch his cheek, squeezing lightly, fingers curling around his jaw.
He sort of smiles and then his eyes flutter shut. Long lashes. His mouth opens with a gasp as my hand finally drops low enough to cup his ass.
“We--we c-can’t, h-hyung,” he says.
“I know,” I reply, but I keep touching him. I trace his eyes and nose and cheeks and lips with my fingers. His eyes flutter faster, his breath speeds up. His hands land on my chest, fingers clenching the muscles. His head falls back. I move fingers over his neck, tug on his ears. He smiles again.
“Hy-hyung,” he says and he fists my t-shirt as his hips buck forward.
My gaze is drawn down, to the erection tenting his shorts. I swallow, because just below his erection is mine.
I don’t dare. I can’t. My hand on his ass decides that I can. I pull him closer. He swallows, and his eyes open, and we’re so close, too close, but not close enough. His body presses against mine. His erection digs into my stomach. My fingers thread through his hair, holding firmly. He moans, and his tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip.
And that is my undoing.
I lean forward and kiss him. He’s frozen as I suck on his lower lip. He’s breathing fast, the sound rasping through his open mouth, over my lips. I touch my tongue to his upper lip and he whines, fingers digging painfully into my chest.
“Hyung,” he says, “Hyung, I …”
“Su-ah,” I whisper. “Tell me no, and I”ll stop. Tell me no.”
I’m half pleading for it, because if he says no, I won’t force him. I want him to say no. I need him to say no.
It’s not fair though. He’s only fourteen. He’s not going to say no.
He shakes his head, eyes shut. Again, his tongue wets his lips, but my lips are still so close to his that he licks my lips. It’s my turn to moan. My hand really grips his ass and my other arm wraps around his body, pulling us flush. I lean back, pulling him with me as we slouch on the couch. His legs move and his erection slides down my body.
He gasps, eyes flying open and he ruts against me, whole body moving.
“Fuck, Su-ah,” I whisper and kiss him again. Both my hands grip his ass and I lay us down, legs stretched out. He’s humping me, whining, and I use my hold on his ass to direct him over, so our dicks are together. My eyes shut as lust and need coil through me.
He yanks himself away from my lips, gasping, loud, and bites down on his lower lip as his body convulses. He falls limp against me, gasping harder, and wetness seeps through my pants. He shuddering, and his hands are gripping at my arms desperately.
I move my hips a tiny bit, and he whimpers.
I run my hands through his hair, kiss his head and rub his back as he calms down.
“S-s-sorry, h-hyung,” he says.
“For what?”
He buries his face in my chest, and I know he’s embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry, dongsaeng. That was hot.”
He shakes his head, rubbing his face against me. “We-we … we can’t do this.”
“I know.”
I lift his face with both hands. His eyes are red, a tear drips down his cheek. I want to ask why he’s crying, but instead, I pull him forward and kiss him again. He sighs into my mouth. The first tentative brush of his tongue has me moaning again, holding him tightly. He follows my lead, our tongues touching and brushing. My skin is on fire, each touch is maddening. Our crotches are still wet, dirty from his orgasm.
He’s still hard.
I end the kiss and push him up. He kneels, and I let my eyes trace down his body. His nipples are budding through his t-shirt. There’s a wet spot on his pants. I reach for it, curling my fingers around his erection. There’s an obscene squelching sound and he moans, head back, eyes shut. I lift up from the couch enough to pull off my shirt.
“Take your shirt off,” I say.
He swallows. With shaking hands, he curls his fingers under the hem and lifts his t-shirt over his head.
I splay my hands over his chest, fingers brushing over both nipples.
His gasps, eyes flying open.
“Like that?” I ask.
He nods. I lick my thumb and forefinger on both hands and then slide them over his nipples. His gasp is louder. His hands grip my wrists, pushing them more against his body.
“Take your clothes off,” I say, voice harsher than I meant.
He meets my eyes, scared and unsure.
“Please,” I say, softening my tone. “You’re so sexy, Su-ah, please.”
A blush covers his already red face. He looks down, and then lashes fluttering, glances back at me. “You think I’m sexy?”
I pull him back down to me, arms around his bare back. “Yes,” I say just before I kiss him. “Very, very, temptingly, agonizingly sexy.”
He smiles into the kiss and then pushes away, hands on my chest. Cheeks still red, he ways, “You’re sexy. I … I want muscles like yours, hyung.”
“I want an ass like yours,” I say and squeeze it.
He laughs and squirms away from my hands. He pushes his shorts and underwear off. I stop breathing when he straddles my hips again. I don’t know where to look first. Slim hips, tiny waist. I can’t see his ass, but I know I’ll see it soon. I run fingers over his chest. His skin jerks and he whimpers with his eyes shut.
I take his hard cock in my hand and he bucks into it with a cry. His previous orgasm lets my hand slide over him easily. A moment later, he falls over me, ass in the air. I run my hand over the curve, squeezing. He moans, mouth open on my chest.
“Lick my nipples, Su-ah,” I say, speeding the strokes on his dick.
He takes a deep breath. The first touch of his tongue against my nipple has me sighing. He closes his mouth around it and sucks, tongue firm against the bud. And I moan. His breath speeds, his body shakes, and his teeth bite down as a wave of pleasure shivers through his skin. He’s going to come again. I can fill his cock swelling in preparation.
I use my grip on his ass to yank him up. He’s not expecting it so he falls up easily. I tug on him again, until he’s on my chest. One of his legs is between mine, his thigh pushing against my erection. His hands land on the arm of the couch by my head and I shift down, moaning as his leg slides over me. I stroke faster and then his cock is in my mouth. I lick the head, sucking lightly as I continue to stroke him.
He practically screams and his body jerks violently as he comes almost immediately. I suck him through it, through his whimpers and cries and swallow his orgasm. Shaking, whimpering, he falls against my chest.
I wrap my arms around his naked body.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Hy-hyung.”
“Huh?”
“That … f-fu- I like that.”
I laugh. “Most men like blow jobs, babe.”
He curls up against me, breath steadying.
“Wanna return the favor?” I ask.
He stiffens, and tilts his head to look up at me.
I smile. “Well? I’m fucking hard, Su-ah. I want to come, too.”
He blushes, biting his lower lip. “What-What should I do?”
I take him by the shoulders and push him up. “Take my pants off, and then go from there.”
He shuffles back until he’s kneeling between my legs. I have to lower one leg to the floor for comfort. He swallows, eyes on my crotch. His hands shake as he unbuttons my jeans. He becomes more confident with each button. I moan and lift my hips so my cock pushes against his hands. He freezes, and then bites his lower lip and continues. I push them down, my underwear too, and he moves back further as I curl up my legs to get them completely off.
His eyes widen as they settle on my erection. I know I’m not small. He lifts his gaze to me, and he’s scared again. I smile and touch his cheek.
“Stroke me, Su-ah,”
He swallows and looks back down. His fingers curl around the shaft and I moan, hips lifting again at the much needed contact. I’m not going to last long. I know I’m not. Not with my wet dream stroking me.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yeah, just … let … let your fingers touch the crown,” I say. “ … when you … when you masturbate, Su-ah, just do it the same.”
His hand twists and my eyes fall shut with a moan.
“H-hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“I … I like …”
I smile and meet his nervous eyes. “What do you like? Show me.”
He swallows again and then his other hand cups my balls, soft, unsure.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp and my hips lift again. Yeah, I’m going to come soon.
“Is that … is that okay?”
I nod. “Yes, god, yes. Su. But grip harder. Pull on them.”
He follows my request and I feel my orgasm build. I want him to lick me. I want his mouth on me. I grab both of his hands and stop him, eyes shut, willing the orgasm away. It’s a tough battle.
He’s biting his lower lip. “S-sorry, hyung.”
“Oh, no, Su, fuck, don’t you apologize. It was too good. Too … “
He tilts his head and frowns. “But I thought you wanted to come.”
“Oh, trust me, I do, but I want you to suck on me.”
His eyes go wide and he looks down at my erection. “B-but … I …”
“Do you watch porn, Su-ah?”
He blushes and nods. “Wh-when no one is home.”
“You watched someone suck on a cock before?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to take it all, you know. Just what you can. Use your hand. Have you seen that?”
He nods again. “Okay.” When he wraps his hand around my cock again, I have to fight off coming right away. He licks his lips. Holds me. Gaze flicking up to mine. I watch him. He’s so nervous. He takes a deep breath and lowers his head. I hold my breath. The tip of his tongue touches the tip of my cock and I moan.
“So … fuck, Su. Such a tease,” I mutter.
He smiles, blushing and licks me again. Just that. The flat of his tongue over the head. His hand stays still.
“I … fuck, Su. I want you to put it in your mouth. I want it to get wet and slick while you rub your hand over me.”
He laughs, a nervous giggle that makes me moan. I meet his eyes and it’s the first time that we’ve started this that he’s been relaxed and not scared. He licks me again, and moves his hand a tiny bit.
“Please, Su,” I whisper, fingers tangling in his hair. His breath ghosts over the tip and there’s a stream of precome suddenly leaking from me. “Lick it up, Su, lick it up and taste me.”
His tongue runs over his lower lip again. His hand tightens on my cock as he leans down. The head of my cock disappears behind those pink lips. His tongue slips into the slit of my cock and he swallows, pressure increasing over the head.
“Fuck, Su,” I shout as my cock jerks more precome into his mouth.
He moans, and cuts it off, short, but he doesn’t remove his mouth. His tongue is going crazy, over and under, pressure along the ridge. I need him to move his hand.
“Move your hand, Su, please, please, move your hand.”
He does, down the shaft and I take the opportunity to lift my hips and more of my cock pushes into his mouth. He lets up, but doesn’t pull away like I think he will, just sucks softly, tongue still moving.
And then his hand slides up as his mouth slides down.
“Fuck!” I shout. My hand grips the back of the couch. My leg lifts and my foot settles on Junsu’s back. He does it again, taking more of me into his mouth. I can’t tear my eyes away as everything glistens with spit and his pink lips are stretched red.
And then he looks at me, eyes meeting and that vulnerable look, so innocent and worried has me coming.
“Su, Su, Su, Su,” I pant, trying to warn him, but I come too fast for him to move and he gags on the first few spurts, finally pulling away, but his hand keeps me up and a shot of come lands on his cheek, and then another on his lips and chin and I want to come again because it’s so hot seeing his face dripping with come.
My body sags as I try to breath.
And then his tongue licks the tip of me again. I moan, arm over my head.
“That … that was okay?”
I nod. “Very, very good.”
“It tastes nasty.”
I laugh and move my arm to look at him. I pull his arm and he climbs over me. Our bare skin presses together and my cock jerks and I know that I’m not going to go down any time soon. I lick up the come from his face, and then kiss him, force it into his mouth and he gags, but tries to keep kissing me anyway.
“It’s an acquired taste,” I say with his lips against mine.
Our bodies align and our cocks brush. He’s hard again. I reach between our bodies and grip them both, stroking lightly.
His eyes shut and his mouth opens. I lick his lower lip.
“You really have to go to college?” he asks suddenly.
I nod. “Yeah. I really do.”
“If you didn’t?”
I open my mouth and then shut it. I still my hands. It’s a terrifying question. If I weren’t leaving, would I have done this with my girlfriend’s little brother?
His lower lip quivers and I smile at him and kiss him. He sobs against my lips.
“Don’t, Su-ah, please. I don’t know, okay? I’ve been lusting after you for months now, but I … you’re so young, and I know myself. I would have caved and tried to kiss you even if I wasn’t going to college.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re cute and funny and I love spending time with you.”
“But I’m so young.” He smiles. “You like me young.”
“Oh, god, Su. There are so many things wrong with that.”
“I know.” He kisses me and I moan into his mouth and let him try to lead the kiss.
After a few more minutes, I look at the clock. His sister isn’t supposed to be home for another hour, but I’m not willing to risk it. I grab my pants and pull out my phone. She’s sent me a text, and I reply to it, asking when she’ll be back. Her response is by five.
When I look back at Junsu, his hand is stroking his cock and I’m suddenly willing to risk it. I toss the phone to the floor and grip his hips. I kneel on the floor, between his legs.
“H-hyung,” he says, voice scared again.
“Trust me,” I say and he nods.
“Keep stroking yourself.” I pull him so his ass is right on the edge of the couch. I lift his legs by his knees and then drop my head. His entrance is tight and pink. My mouth waters as I stare. I brush the back of my knuckles over him.
He cries out, back arching off the couch.
Done watching, I suck his balls into my mouth, leaving my fingers against his body. He shouts again, and I feel his hand stroke faster. I don’t have lube, god why don’t I have lube? I want to feel his body clench around my fingers.
I trade places and put his balls in my hand and my mouth on his ass. I lick at each curve, sliding my tongue around everywhere so everything is wet and slick. He’s moaning loud, body shaking.
I lick his entrance. It twitches under my tongue. I do it again, and then again.
“Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!”
I push my tongue into him and he screams. My cock pulses, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking just as fast as he is.
“Oh, god, hyung, hyung!”
I love hearing his voice. I love it so much. I gather a mouthful of spit, force it into his body with a wet slurp. Quickly, I cover my finger with more, and press it against his entrance. I pull my mouth away as I slip it into his body up to the first knuckle. He keens, eyes shutting tight, and his body fights against me, clenching. His hand slows. I open my mouth, take his cock all the way down my throat and start pumping my finger, in and out, pushing in more and more.
His fingers twist in my hair.
“Ch-Ch-Changmin!” And then his cries are incoherent. His dick pulses. He’s so close, and I force a second finger into him, knowing it’s going to hurt, but even though his body tightens further, he’s too close for the pain to register, and he’s coming into my mouth, screaming.
I swallow his release, finger fucking him faster until his taut body relaxes and he starts whining.
“Hy-hyung, it … it hurts.”
I don’t want to pull my fingers from his tight body, but I do. I kiss his entrance as it clenches. I want to fuck him so much. I spread his ass and lick at him until he’s squirming and gasping. I suck on his balls again and then kiss up further. There’s come all around his cock. I leave it and kiss his chest, pausing at his nipples. I push him down to the couch, and he’s suddenly nervous again as I take his legs and wrapped them around my waist.
“H-h-hyung,” he says, panicked.
I kiss him. “Don’t worry. I just have to come so fucking badly.”
I scoop up the come from his body and grip my cock. I moan as it slips easily in my hands. I kiss him again as I slick myself up. I grab his hips, lifting him up so my cock slides on his body, through more come, next to his cock. Holding him steady, I thrust again him, wishing it was his ass I was sliding into, wanting to feel that against my body. I cry out, head back as his hand wraps around me. And I look down at him, and there’s that look. That lust in his eyes. I pull him up by the neck, covering him in his own come and kiss him. Seconds later, I’m coming, moaning into his mouth and adding to the mess on his body. I collapse, pin him underneath him. His legs and arms wrap around me and hold me.
My phone rings with his sister’s ring tone.
I reach for it. “Hello?” I say, breathless.
“Hey,” she says, “you alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah, just playing soccer with Su.”
“Ah. Good. I’ll be home in about ten minutes, unless you want me to pick up something for dinner.”
“Yeah, do that,” I say looking down at Junsu’s panicked face. “I don’t feel like cooking.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I hang up before she says, “I love you.”
Junsu’s eyes are wide with fear. “H-hyung, what … what …”
I smile and kiss him. “Go clean up. Your sister will be here soon. We’ll talk more later, okay?”
He bites his lower lip. I kiss him, suck it into my mouth.
“Go on,” I say and sit up. He sighs and stands. That perfect ass in my face. I can’t help it. I grip his cheeks, spread him open and lick him.
“Hyung!” he says and laughs while swatting my shoulder.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help it.”
He laughs again and shakes his ass at me, but before I can spank him, he darts away, running out of the room and up the stairs. I sigh and gather our clothes. The shower starts. I clean up the come from me in the downstairs bathroom and then put my clothes back on. I head upstairs and put Junsu’s clothes in the hamper. The shower stops.
I reach for the door, cock jumping and decide that this time it’s not worth it.
I go back downstairs and make sure there’s no come on the floor or the couch. I flip to a soccer game right as Junsu’s sister comes in the front door.
“Hey baby,” Suyoung says and kisses my head. Her nose scrunches and a bit of panic bubbles up in me because I think she can smell the sex on me. “Soccer?” she says, “come on. You guys are always watching soccer. Let’s watch a movie.”
Junsu barrels down the stairs, stopping short when he sees his sister. He blushes, and I’m praying he won’t say something stupid.
“You okay, Su?” she asks, putting a hand to his forehead. “You’re all flush.”
“I’m fine,” he whispers, and then smiles. “Hungry?”
Suyoung laughs and hands him the bag of take out. “Go on, you growing boy.”
I stand up and kiss her cheek.
“Thanks for watching him,” she says and nuzzles into me.
I put my arms around her. “No problem. I like him.”
“I’m glad. He’s going to miss you when you leave.”
“I’m going to miss him.”
“He idolizes you.”
I don’t reply and head into the kitchen. I watch Junsu eat, chopsticks in his mouth. When we’re through eating, Suyoung says she’s going to go shower. Get the smell of hospital off her. I help Junsu clean up, the tension between us it agonizing. We wait until the shower starts, and then I gather him close and kiss him.
“Hyung?” he whispers.
“Huh?”
“Are … we … are we going to do this again?”
“Do you want to?”
He blushes and nods. “I like you.”
“I’m going to have to leave in two weeks, Su.”
He pouts and clings to me. “I know.”
I want to tell him not to get attached to me, but that would hypocritical since I’m already attached to him. I refuse Suyoung’s offer to stay the night, saying something about hanging out with some friends. I kiss her goodbye. Junsu avoids my gaze, as I search for him while I kiss his sister.
He disappears upstairs before I can say goodbye.
“I love you, Changmin,” Suyoung says.
I swallow and whisper, “I love you, Su.”
Part 2: My Little Visitor
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