Cousins 4/4
Title: Cousins 4/4
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't want to be related to them in any way, because that would just make my dreams/fantasies really awkward. I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't.
Summary: It started out as practice.
Warning: underage experimentation and sex, incest (JaeSu are first cousins)
Poster by 0xkaiia0x - thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 4:
“You want to go get drunk?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shook his head as he put the finishing touches on the kimchi jjigae bubbling on the stove. “No, I’m okay.” But his voice wavered. He’d gotten his fourth rejection for a job. He was starting to get discouraged.
Junsu put his arm around Jaejoong’s waist and rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s only been a week. You’ll find something soon.”
Jaejoong leaned his head on Junsu’s.
“And until then, I can be your sugar daddy.”
Jaejoong laughed. Their heads turned and their lips met for six seconds. “Thanks, Su-ah.”
Jaejoong turned away, even though he knew that Junsu wanted to deepen the kiss. He was glad he had cooking for a distraction.
Jaejoong felt bad. They had talked, a lot, for long hours. Sometimes so much that the sun rose before they stopped talking. They talked about being kids and teenagers. They talked about college and the army. They touched only briefly on other sex partners, but without any details. Jaejoong had lovers in college, but nothing more than a few weeks. He never said this to Junsu, but he’d always compared everyone to him.
Junsu suddenly kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Jaejoong turned as Junsu moved away from him. “Where are you going?”
With a secretive smile, he said, “You’ll see,” and disappeared.
Jaejoong sighed, smiling to himself. He had thought the love he’d felt when he was nineteen wasn’t real, but the last week had brought back all those feelings. Every flutter of his heart when they were close, every hitch in his breath when they kissed, and every comfort of his body when they held each other at night, or in front of the television.
And every tenting of his pants when he thought of running his hands over Junsu’s ass.
But Jaejoong wouldn’t go there. Not yet. He’d thrown his heart (albeit unknowingly) at Junsu once before.
And just like when they were younger, there was the agonizing reminder that they were cousins. First cousins. When he was seventeen, he’d always rationalized it away: they weren’t going to have kids, so it’s not like their DNA could mess up future generations.
After he’d stopped talking to Junsu, he’d rationalized it all away as practice. Testing it out. In college, he’d slept with a girl to lackluster results. He much preferred males. Males with curvy bottoms that liked to tell him what to do.
It was hopeless really.
And inevitable that they’d meet again, sleep in the same bed again. Kiss again.
“Hey woah!” An arm reached around him and turned off the stove, and Jaejoong blinked the blur from his eyes. Dinner was ruined, but he only had a moment to look at it before he was being turned and engulfed in strong arms. Jaejoong buried his face in Junsu’s neck, a place he knew so well, and cried.
He hadn’t cried since he was nineteen.
Junsu held him, and Jaejoong’s counting was lost in his comfort.
When he calmed down, he let Junsu pull away and wipe his cheeks. “Those are not tears over a poor job hunt.”
“Can you not be so direct once in a while?”
“Gets you nowhere. Talk to me.”
Jaejoong sighed and Junsu let him turn away. He didn’t go far, leaning against the counter. He held out his hand and their fingers laced together.
“I don’t know what to do,” Jaejoong whispered, tugging Junsu closer. “I love you.”
Junsu covered whatever distance was between them and slid his hands around Jaejoong’s waist. “I love you. Why are you so scared?”
“Besides the obvious?” Jaejoong asked, hugging him close. A mutual love confession was supposed to be happy, but it felt like his heart was breaking again.
“What is the obvious?”
Jaejoong smiled. “We’re cousins.”
“And do either of us care about that?”
“People will-“
“Are people us? No.” Junsu pulled his upper body away. “Us. Me and you. Do we care?”
Jaejoong thought about it and then shook his head.
“All concerns about us being cousins are what other people will think. And right now, no one in this city of Seoul knows we’re cousins. What else are you scared about?”
Jaejoong met Junsu’s eyes, letting them show the hurt and confusion he was feeling.
Junsu frowned. “I already hurt you once, and it was the worst decision of my life, the worst time of my life. I missed you so much. I thought I could deal with it. And I thought that what we had when we were younger wasn’t real. But after a couple of years without you, it showed me just how real it was. I ached for you, love.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and hugged Junsu close again.
“I love you,” Junsu whispered into his ear, lips brushing his neck. “I love you.”
They held each other for a long time, and Jaejoong realized that he didn’t have to count how long anymore. It was impossible to count to forever and he planned on keeping Junsu close to him forever.
Junsu pulled back again and their lips touched. Jaejoong was still shaking.
“Come on,” Junsu said, taking his hands. He led Jaejoong to the table where a white box sat in the middle. “Sit,” he said and pushed Jaejoong’s shoulders until Jaejoong sank into a chair.
Junsu grabbed a fork from the drawer and then sat on the table in front of Jaejoong. With a smile, Jaejoong ran his hands up and down Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu picked up the box and opened the lid. He put the fork in and brought it back out, complete with a chunk of chocolate cake.
Jaejoong moaned and opened his mouth.
Laughing, Junsu fed him the bite of cake. “I figured we needed something sweet and delicious.”
“Besides you,” Jaejoong said and licked his lips free of frosting.
“Fuck,” Junsu whispered, and leaned forward for a kiss.
Chocolate twisted through their mouths.
“So good,” Jaejoong said. “Give me more.” He scooted closer to the table, arm around Junsu’s hip.
Junsu visibly swallowed and fed him another piece. And they shared another kiss.
It took a long time for them to finish the cake. As soon as the last bite was gone, Jaejoong pulled Junsu down into his lap and they kissed deeply. Junsu’s erection tented his sweat pants and he rubbed his body against Jaejoong’s crotch.
“The cake was a good idea,” Jaejoong said, “but we need real food.”
Junsu smiled and rubbed their noses together. “Real food and …”
“Soju.”
“Not exactly what I was going for.”
“I know.”
Junsu kissed him again, just a light peck. “Let the sexual frustration begin, huh?”
“No,” Jaejoong said. “I’m just not in a very ‘let me show you how much I love you in the bedroom’ sort of place. It’s been a long week.”
Junsu nodded and climbed from Jaejoong’s lap. “I know. Let go buy some ramen and then catch a movie or something. This kitchen is stifling and the apartment is stifling, and I’ll be less inclined to grope you in public.”
---
Jaejoong woke up slowly. Half of his body was chilled, the other half warm.
Junsu had stolen the blanket from him again.
With a smile, Jaejoong rolled over and tugged the edge out from under Junsu’s body. He scooted close, spooned him to warm his front and threw the blanket over his shoulder. Junsu made a noise in his sleep and snuggled back into Jaejoong’s warmth.
The room was gray with morning light. Jaejoong glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. Jaejoong knew he had to get up, walk to the market for breakfast. And coffee. He needed coffee.
Instead, he kissed Junsu’s neck until the other woke up with a quiet grumble of his name.
“Stop complaining.”
“Not complaining,” Junsu muttered as he turned, laying so he was half on his stomach. Jaejoong ran his hand down Junsu’s body to his ass. Junsu moaned. “Begging. Not complaining.”
Jaejoong smiled and gripped Junsu’s ass while he kissed the back of his neck.
“I’m begging because you only woke me up to tell me you’re going to the market so you can cook me an amazing breakfast, and then I’ll be awake and we’ll spend the day dancing around each other again, and I really don’t want to do that. I want to stay in bed with you. All day.”
Jaejoong molded his body to Junsu’s, and Junsu turned his head so they could kiss.
“You have to get up and brush your teeth.”
“And then you’ll slip out the door.”
“Maybe.”
Junsu sighed and went boneless. “It took us eight years to have sex after our first kiss before, are you going to make me wait eight years again?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No, but I’d rather get up and have coffee and eat and build energy for it later today.”
Junsu flipped on his back, eyes wide. “Huh? Seriously?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “God, you’re an idiot. I’m not going to plan it out, and tell you that yes, at one-eighteen I plan on fucking your brains out. I just … if it happens, then it happens, but it is not happening before I have coffee and a shower.”
Junsu laughed and rolled back to his stomach. “Fine. Go get your damn breakfast.”
Jaejoong crawled over him, legs on either side of his body. He lowered his hips, let Junsu feel his morning erection. His lips attached to his neck again.
Junsu moaned and lifted his ass. They rocked together, just a few times, and then Jaejoong moved away.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu said, turning his head to watch as Jaejoong moved across the room.
“Now that sounded like begging.”
Junsu threw a pillow at him.
--
Junsu was showering when Jaejoong returned from the market. He made breakfast and then after a quick workout routine, took a shower himself. Curled up on the couch, they watched the news and variety shows. When Junsu rolled over and their lips met, it was purely coincidence that it was one eighteen. Well, maybe.
“You did that on purpose,” Jaejoong whispered, hitching him closer.
Junsu smiled and climbed on top of Jaejoong, pushing a knee between Jaejoong’s hip and the couch. “Damn. You caught me.”
“Can I tell you something?” Jaejoong whispered, touching Junsu’s cheek softly. He leaned into the touch.
“Of course.”
“When we were younger, I used to count how long we kissed. In my head, because I wasn’t ever sure how long a kiss was supposed to last. After … well, in college and the army I fell out of the habit, but being here again, I started doing it again. And then you said you loved me.” Jaejoong smiled and pulled Junsu’s lips down for a kiss. “And now that I have forever, I don’t need to count anymore.”
Junsu sighed into their kiss. "I want to tease you for being so sappy, but I like it too much."
Jaejoong laughed and pushed Junsu up. "Come on. Let's go to bed."
Junsu rolled off the couch and held out his hands. Jaejoong grabbed them and let Junsu pull him up. They walked through the living room hand in hand. Junsu flipped off the lights as they went. The blinds were still open from the morning, but in the last couple hours, clouds had gathered. A soft wind blew through the room, pulling with it the smell of rain. Jaejoong smiled and went across the room. He lifted the blinds and opened the window wider. The rain fell softly and cooled everything down.
Junsu wrapped his arms around Jae's stomach from behind, and Jaejoong grabbed his wrists and leaned against him.
"I love you," Junsu said just before kissing the spot below Jaejoong's ear.
Jaejoong smiled and turned around in his arms. "I love you."
They walked backwards, lips joining in small kisses. Junsu's knees hit the bed and they stopped for a moment, still kissing, until Junsu moaned and bowed his back, pushing their bodies together. Jaejoong tightened his arm around Junsu's waist, lowering him to the bed. They moved across the surface, the awkwardness of teenage lovers gone.
Junsu situated himself in the middle of the bed, legs partially spread, and Jaejoong hovered over him, hands on either side of his head. Their lips met again. Junsu whimpered and tightened his hold on Jaejoong. With a smile, Jaejoong lowered his body and pressed against him. Junsu wrapped a leg around him, arching his back with a groan.
"This is crazy," Junsu whispered. "So just ... crazy. I never thought I'd see you again, let alone kiss you again. And now ... god, Jae, I'm so hard."
Jaejoong shivered because he could feel how hard Junsu was. "And what do you want me to do about that?"
"Huh?"
"Tell me what to do to you."
Junsu grinned. "I thought we weren't planning this out."
"Idiot," Jae said affectionately. "We aren't teenagers anymore. I don't know how to please you."
"At this point you can do anything you want and I'd love it."
Jaejoong put his face at Junsu's neck and licked up to his ear. Whispering, he said, "Okay, but it turns me on when you order me around."
Junsu shivered. "In that case," he said, pushing at Jaejoong's shoulders. "Kneel."
His voice didn't change a lot, but it was enough for Jaejoong to shut his eyes in pleasure. He kneeled, over Junsu's thighs and waited.
"Take your shirt off."
Jaejoong gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His erection tented his sweat pants. He hadn't worn underwear on purpose, and there was already a wet spot on the gray fabric.
Junsu licked his lips as he splayed his hands over Jaejoong's abs. Jaejoong jerked involuntarily, tightening them up. And that made Junsu grin. He ran his hands up further and flicked Jaejoong's nipples.
Jae whimpered.
"Would you pierce them if I asked you to?" Junsu said.
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. His cock twitched at the thought of Junsu's lips and tongue playing with a piercing in the sensitive skin.
"What about a tattoo that says 'I do whatever Junsu wants'?"
"No," Jae said with a laugh. "Too hard to hide that."
"Guess it's better in practice anyway. Lie down." Junsu patted the bed.
Jaejoong moved to where Junsu wanted him, on his back, and Junsu straddled his waist. He sat right on Jaejoong's crotch and rolled his hips while running his hands up and down Jaejoong's muscled chest.
"Should we see how long you can last without touching me?" Junsu whispered. He took Jaejoong's wrists and pushed his arms up over his head.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and grabbed the blanket. He doubted he'd last long.
When Junsu's lips landed on his collar bone, Jaejoong gasped and his eyes flew open. His grip tightened and his hips rose.
Junsu tsked at him. "Naughty boy. Hold still."
"Su-ah," Jaejoong whined as those wet lips moved down his chest. "You're going to make me come."
Junsu smirked at him and pushed his body harder against Jaejoong's.
Jaejoong shut his eyes with a sharp breath. Whimpering, he fought to control his reactions to Junsu kissing and licking his body. Teeth nibbled below his ribs and lips left wet, red spots over his abs. Jaejoong was glad he was gripping the blanket; it grounded him and kept him slightly sane. He'd be going crazy right now if he was touching Junsu.
"Spread your legs for me," Junsu whispered and settled between them.
"Oh, god, Junsu, please please."
"Stop begging, love. I know what you need."
Their eyes met just as Junsu sucked in a patch of flesh near his hip bone. Jaejoong bit his lip and nodded.
He whined low as Junsu abused that spot, over and over with teeth and sucks until it was a deep purple.
"Gorgeous," he breathed and kissed the spot before moving across his stomach and leaving more. He splayed his hands on Jaejoong's still covered thighs, gripping them tightly. He moved his mouth up and added even more hickys to his chest and stomach. Each bite sent a whirlwind of pleasure through Jaejoong's body and brain. Lips landed on his neck; Junsu lowered his hips, forced their bodies together, and thrust lightly.
Jaejoong moaned, head tilting back. His hips rose and he cried out. His hands flew to Junsu's hips, gripped him tightly and he thrust up. Pleasure shot through him and he came hard, pulsing wetness into his sweatpants.
Junsu chuckled into his ear and licked at the lobe while Jaejoong tried to calm down. "Such a naughty, naughty boy."
Jaejoong nodded, hands massaging Junsu's plump ass. Junsu pushed up, hands on either side of Jaejoong's head. He rocked forward, spreading the mess around Jaejoong's skin.
"You came before I told you to," Junsu said, glaring slightly.
Jaejoong flushed red and turned his head. "S-sorry."
Junsu pushed away and landed on his back. He propped up on his elbows and smiled. "Take your clothes off, kneel and stroke your cock with your come."
The red on Jaejoong's cheeks darkened. But like a good boy, he pushed his soiled sweats off and kneeled next to Junsu and stroked his cock.
Junsu licked his lips. He scooped up a clump of come and brought it to his mouth. His eyes rolled back and he moaned as he shoved that finger in and out of his mouth. Jaejoong shivered, cock twitching and growing harder.
Junsu flipped around, on his hands and knees. He grabbed Jaejoong's wrist, stopping his hand and licked the tip of his cock. He was thrown back so many years ago when Junsu first sucked him off. Those lips, that tongue, the smirk and the amusement in his eyes. It was all the same.
"Can I touch you?" Jaejoong asked.
Junsu nodded, taking more of Jaejoong's dick into his mouth from the movement.
With a moan, Jaejoong grabbed Junsu's head, fingers tangling as best they could in his short hair. His hips snapped forward automatically and Junsu brought his hand up to Jaejoong's hips to control him. Jaejoong apologized again and tried to follow Junsu's lead. Slow, agonizing, forward and back, into his throat, against his lips. His fingers tightened when Junsu's lips practically touched his body.
"Fuck, Su-ah, you're too ... fuck."
Junsu smiled around his cock. He teased more, tonguing the slit and rolling his hand around Jaejoong's balls. It was so agonizing. Jaejoong moaned. Another orgasm was fast approaching. He hadn't come so quick since they were teenagers.
"Oh Su, Su. Please. No more."
Junsu let his cock go with a slurp. He pressed a kiss to the tip and then kneeled in front of Jaejoong, shuffling forward until their bodies touched. "Stroke me."
Jaejoong moaned and gripped Junsu's dick. The other moaned and leaned his forehead on Jaejoong's shoulder, hands settling at this waist. Jaejoong moved slow, twisting his hand and playing and teasing. His cock bumped Junsu's and he wanted to take them both in his hand, but Junsu hadn't said to.
"Go get lube," Junsu said into his shoulder. His hips jerked forward. "I need you to fuck me, love."
"You're not going to let me rim you."
Junsu shivered. "Next round. I need you inside me first."
Jaejoong smiled and licked the side of Junsu's mouth. His lips parted, tongue darting out. "And then after I fuck you, I can lick my come out of your ass."
"Fuck," Junsu said and yanked himself away. "Go. Lube. Now."
Jaejoong pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before rolling off the bed. He grabbed a bottle of vanilla lube from his dresser. Junsu was on his back, legs spread, hand slowly moving on his cock. Jaejoong decided that waiting would be dangerous for his stamina. He dumped lube on his hand as he walked to the bed, and then stroked his cock as he climbed over Junsu.
Junsu lifted his legs and grabbed behind his knees. "Just fuck me. I want you."
Jaejoong pressed his fingers against Junsu's entrance.
"I didn't tell you to prep me, I told you to fuck me."
"But--"
"I can handle it. I want to handle it."
Jaejoong wasn't sure he could handle it. He tightened his hand on his own cock and held it down. Junsu's body tightened and Jaejoong slipped over and around the cleft. They both moaned.
"Come on, Jaejoong," Junsu whispered. He grabbed Jaejoong by the back of the neck and yanked him forward. Lips almost touching, he whispered, "Take me. Force it on me. Make me feel you for days."
Jaejoong gasped, body jerking and their lips attacked each other. He held his cock against Junsu's puckered entrance again. He pressed forward, just a bit, and slipped a slick finger in first. Junsu moaned into their violent kiss. Jaejoong added a second finger, still holding himself steady. He pushed his fingers up, almost holding Junsu's open. The muscles clenched down and twitched. Jaejoong's eyes squeezed shut. He broke away from Junsu's kiss and mouth open, grunted as he used his fingers as a guide and pressed his cock into Junsu's body.
Junsu cried out, hips lifting and shoving more of Jaejoong inside him. Jaejoong lost his balance and had to put both hands on Junsu's shoulders. His hips jerked forward, slamming himself into Junsu's tight body.
Junsu cried out again, fingers digging into Jaejoong's shoulders. "Fuck, harder, harder. Fuck."
Jaejoong stopped thinking, he couldn’t. All he felt and heard and thought was tight slick grip wet heat. He moaned and kissed Junsu's neck, biting down as the pleasure ripped him through and over and around.
"Touch me, touch me."
Shaking, Jaejoong slipped a hand between them and grabbed Junsu's dick. He stroked, and Junsu's body clamped around him. They both shouted again and Jaejoong sped up, jerking Junsu toward an orgasm. Junsu's body went taut, his feet landed on the bed. The angle changed, pulling a moan from them, and his hips rose and fell with Jaejoong's thrusts. His fingers dug into Jaejoong's ass, pushing and pulling him harder and faster.
Jaejoong lost the rhythm of stroking Junsu, but with Junsu moving, Jaejoong didn't have to. He held still, let the pleasure course around him as Junsu fucked Jaejoong’s curled fingers and fucked himself on Jaejoong's cock. Junsu twitched, moaned, his cock pulsed. His already too-tight body squeezed Jaejoong deeper.
Jaejoong panted, mouth open at Junsu's neck. He tried to lick his lips, tried to do anything, and gave up.
"Fuck, Jaejoong, move!"
Jaejoong shook himself alert and moved. He grabbed Junsu's knees, pushed them up, so he was almost bed in half. Jaejoong kneeled and took over and slammed into Junsu's body, dick slurping in and out of his wet hole.
Junsu wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked himself. His neck was taut with veins, his muscles bulging from the strain. His mouth opened in a continuous moan.
"I'm, fuck faster, Jae. I'm ... make me come."
Jaejoong shivered and tried to go faster.
Junsu suddenly froze, and Jaejoong's eyes slammed shut as Junsu's entranced gripped him tightly. He couldn't move and pleasure shot through him from the tightness. Junsu shivered, panted his name and twitched.
Jaejoong moaned, rocked into him a few more times and lost his fragile hold on his orgasm. Head bowed, fingers white, he pumped his release into Junsu's body while his own shuddered erratically.
Fingers touched his cheek and Jaejoong opened his eyes, vision blurred from the pleasure. He turned and sucked Junsu's fingers into his mouth. They were covered in come. Jaejoong moaned and licked them clean.
Junsu pulled him down for a tangy kiss. "I love you."
Jaejoong smiled and collapsed. "I love you," he returned and their lips met. Jaejoong rolled his hips, wincing at the sensitive drag of Junsu's channel on his cock.
“Weren’t you going to lick me clean?” Junsu whispered.
Jaejoong shivered. “Yes.”
“Good. Go do it, and when you get hard again, fuck me again, and then make me dinner and worship the ground I walk on.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth to make a smart comment and then shut it. “That sounds like a good plan actually. But I’m going to insist that we follow this plan every day.”
Junsu laughed.
Twenty seven years old
“It’s Chuseok. if we don’t go, we’ll never hear the end of it,” Junsu said.
“I know, but I can’t fucking look at your mom without feeling guilty.”
Junsu laughed. “Same here, love.”
Jaejoong took a deep breath and kissed him softly. “And please don’t grope me under the table while Aunt Jeena is talking, okay?”
“That was hilarious. Everyone thought you were sick and-“
Jaejoong shoved his tongue into Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu moaned, fingers tightening on Jaejoong’s hips. Jaejoong grunted and slammed him against the front door. They were both hard in moments, and Jaejoong shoved a leg between Junsu’s and thrust against him.
“You win,” Junsu panted. “Kneel and suck my cock.”
Part 3: Adults: Reunion
Part 2: Teenagers
Part 1: Children
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't want to be related to them in any way, because that would just make my dreams/fantasies really awkward. I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't.
Summary: It started out as practice.
Warning: underage experimentation and sex, incest (JaeSu are first cousins)
Poster by 0xkaiia0x - thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 4:
“You want to go get drunk?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shook his head as he put the finishing touches on the kimchi jjigae bubbling on the stove. “No, I’m okay.” But his voice wavered. He’d gotten his fourth rejection for a job. He was starting to get discouraged.
Junsu put his arm around Jaejoong’s waist and rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s only been a week. You’ll find something soon.”
Jaejoong leaned his head on Junsu’s.
“And until then, I can be your sugar daddy.”
Jaejoong laughed. Their heads turned and their lips met for six seconds. “Thanks, Su-ah.”
Jaejoong turned away, even though he knew that Junsu wanted to deepen the kiss. He was glad he had cooking for a distraction.
Jaejoong felt bad. They had talked, a lot, for long hours. Sometimes so much that the sun rose before they stopped talking. They talked about being kids and teenagers. They talked about college and the army. They touched only briefly on other sex partners, but without any details. Jaejoong had lovers in college, but nothing more than a few weeks. He never said this to Junsu, but he’d always compared everyone to him.
Junsu suddenly kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Jaejoong turned as Junsu moved away from him. “Where are you going?”
With a secretive smile, he said, “You’ll see,” and disappeared.
Jaejoong sighed, smiling to himself. He had thought the love he’d felt when he was nineteen wasn’t real, but the last week had brought back all those feelings. Every flutter of his heart when they were close, every hitch in his breath when they kissed, and every comfort of his body when they held each other at night, or in front of the television.
And every tenting of his pants when he thought of running his hands over Junsu’s ass.
But Jaejoong wouldn’t go there. Not yet. He’d thrown his heart (albeit unknowingly) at Junsu once before.
And just like when they were younger, there was the agonizing reminder that they were cousins. First cousins. When he was seventeen, he’d always rationalized it away: they weren’t going to have kids, so it’s not like their DNA could mess up future generations.
After he’d stopped talking to Junsu, he’d rationalized it all away as practice. Testing it out. In college, he’d slept with a girl to lackluster results. He much preferred males. Males with curvy bottoms that liked to tell him what to do.
It was hopeless really.
And inevitable that they’d meet again, sleep in the same bed again. Kiss again.
“Hey woah!” An arm reached around him and turned off the stove, and Jaejoong blinked the blur from his eyes. Dinner was ruined, but he only had a moment to look at it before he was being turned and engulfed in strong arms. Jaejoong buried his face in Junsu’s neck, a place he knew so well, and cried.
He hadn’t cried since he was nineteen.
Junsu held him, and Jaejoong’s counting was lost in his comfort.
When he calmed down, he let Junsu pull away and wipe his cheeks. “Those are not tears over a poor job hunt.”
“Can you not be so direct once in a while?”
“Gets you nowhere. Talk to me.”
Jaejoong sighed and Junsu let him turn away. He didn’t go far, leaning against the counter. He held out his hand and their fingers laced together.
“I don’t know what to do,” Jaejoong whispered, tugging Junsu closer. “I love you.”
Junsu covered whatever distance was between them and slid his hands around Jaejoong’s waist. “I love you. Why are you so scared?”
“Besides the obvious?” Jaejoong asked, hugging him close. A mutual love confession was supposed to be happy, but it felt like his heart was breaking again.
“What is the obvious?”
Jaejoong smiled. “We’re cousins.”
“And do either of us care about that?”
“People will-“
“Are people us? No.” Junsu pulled his upper body away. “Us. Me and you. Do we care?”
Jaejoong thought about it and then shook his head.
“All concerns about us being cousins are what other people will think. And right now, no one in this city of Seoul knows we’re cousins. What else are you scared about?”
Jaejoong met Junsu’s eyes, letting them show the hurt and confusion he was feeling.
Junsu frowned. “I already hurt you once, and it was the worst decision of my life, the worst time of my life. I missed you so much. I thought I could deal with it. And I thought that what we had when we were younger wasn’t real. But after a couple of years without you, it showed me just how real it was. I ached for you, love.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and hugged Junsu close again.
“I love you,” Junsu whispered into his ear, lips brushing his neck. “I love you.”
They held each other for a long time, and Jaejoong realized that he didn’t have to count how long anymore. It was impossible to count to forever and he planned on keeping Junsu close to him forever.
Junsu pulled back again and their lips touched. Jaejoong was still shaking.
“Come on,” Junsu said, taking his hands. He led Jaejoong to the table where a white box sat in the middle. “Sit,” he said and pushed Jaejoong’s shoulders until Jaejoong sank into a chair.
Junsu grabbed a fork from the drawer and then sat on the table in front of Jaejoong. With a smile, Jaejoong ran his hands up and down Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu picked up the box and opened the lid. He put the fork in and brought it back out, complete with a chunk of chocolate cake.
Jaejoong moaned and opened his mouth.
Laughing, Junsu fed him the bite of cake. “I figured we needed something sweet and delicious.”
“Besides you,” Jaejoong said and licked his lips free of frosting.
“Fuck,” Junsu whispered, and leaned forward for a kiss.
Chocolate twisted through their mouths.
“So good,” Jaejoong said. “Give me more.” He scooted closer to the table, arm around Junsu’s hip.
Junsu visibly swallowed and fed him another piece. And they shared another kiss.
It took a long time for them to finish the cake. As soon as the last bite was gone, Jaejoong pulled Junsu down into his lap and they kissed deeply. Junsu’s erection tented his sweat pants and he rubbed his body against Jaejoong’s crotch.
“The cake was a good idea,” Jaejoong said, “but we need real food.”
Junsu smiled and rubbed their noses together. “Real food and …”
“Soju.”
“Not exactly what I was going for.”
“I know.”
Junsu kissed him again, just a light peck. “Let the sexual frustration begin, huh?”
“No,” Jaejoong said. “I’m just not in a very ‘let me show you how much I love you in the bedroom’ sort of place. It’s been a long week.”
Junsu nodded and climbed from Jaejoong’s lap. “I know. Let go buy some ramen and then catch a movie or something. This kitchen is stifling and the apartment is stifling, and I’ll be less inclined to grope you in public.”
---
Jaejoong woke up slowly. Half of his body was chilled, the other half warm.
Junsu had stolen the blanket from him again.
With a smile, Jaejoong rolled over and tugged the edge out from under Junsu’s body. He scooted close, spooned him to warm his front and threw the blanket over his shoulder. Junsu made a noise in his sleep and snuggled back into Jaejoong’s warmth.
The room was gray with morning light. Jaejoong glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. Jaejoong knew he had to get up, walk to the market for breakfast. And coffee. He needed coffee.
Instead, he kissed Junsu’s neck until the other woke up with a quiet grumble of his name.
“Stop complaining.”
“Not complaining,” Junsu muttered as he turned, laying so he was half on his stomach. Jaejoong ran his hand down Junsu’s body to his ass. Junsu moaned. “Begging. Not complaining.”
Jaejoong smiled and gripped Junsu’s ass while he kissed the back of his neck.
“I’m begging because you only woke me up to tell me you’re going to the market so you can cook me an amazing breakfast, and then I’ll be awake and we’ll spend the day dancing around each other again, and I really don’t want to do that. I want to stay in bed with you. All day.”
Jaejoong molded his body to Junsu’s, and Junsu turned his head so they could kiss.
“You have to get up and brush your teeth.”
“And then you’ll slip out the door.”
“Maybe.”
Junsu sighed and went boneless. “It took us eight years to have sex after our first kiss before, are you going to make me wait eight years again?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No, but I’d rather get up and have coffee and eat and build energy for it later today.”
Junsu flipped on his back, eyes wide. “Huh? Seriously?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “God, you’re an idiot. I’m not going to plan it out, and tell you that yes, at one-eighteen I plan on fucking your brains out. I just … if it happens, then it happens, but it is not happening before I have coffee and a shower.”
Junsu laughed and rolled back to his stomach. “Fine. Go get your damn breakfast.”
Jaejoong crawled over him, legs on either side of his body. He lowered his hips, let Junsu feel his morning erection. His lips attached to his neck again.
Junsu moaned and lifted his ass. They rocked together, just a few times, and then Jaejoong moved away.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu said, turning his head to watch as Jaejoong moved across the room.
“Now that sounded like begging.”
Junsu threw a pillow at him.
--
Junsu was showering when Jaejoong returned from the market. He made breakfast and then after a quick workout routine, took a shower himself. Curled up on the couch, they watched the news and variety shows. When Junsu rolled over and their lips met, it was purely coincidence that it was one eighteen. Well, maybe.
“You did that on purpose,” Jaejoong whispered, hitching him closer.
Junsu smiled and climbed on top of Jaejoong, pushing a knee between Jaejoong’s hip and the couch. “Damn. You caught me.”
“Can I tell you something?” Jaejoong whispered, touching Junsu’s cheek softly. He leaned into the touch.
“Of course.”
“When we were younger, I used to count how long we kissed. In my head, because I wasn’t ever sure how long a kiss was supposed to last. After … well, in college and the army I fell out of the habit, but being here again, I started doing it again. And then you said you loved me.” Jaejoong smiled and pulled Junsu’s lips down for a kiss. “And now that I have forever, I don’t need to count anymore.”
Junsu sighed into their kiss. "I want to tease you for being so sappy, but I like it too much."
Jaejoong laughed and pushed Junsu up. "Come on. Let's go to bed."
Junsu rolled off the couch and held out his hands. Jaejoong grabbed them and let Junsu pull him up. They walked through the living room hand in hand. Junsu flipped off the lights as they went. The blinds were still open from the morning, but in the last couple hours, clouds had gathered. A soft wind blew through the room, pulling with it the smell of rain. Jaejoong smiled and went across the room. He lifted the blinds and opened the window wider. The rain fell softly and cooled everything down.
Junsu wrapped his arms around Jae's stomach from behind, and Jaejoong grabbed his wrists and leaned against him.
"I love you," Junsu said just before kissing the spot below Jaejoong's ear.
Jaejoong smiled and turned around in his arms. "I love you."
They walked backwards, lips joining in small kisses. Junsu's knees hit the bed and they stopped for a moment, still kissing, until Junsu moaned and bowed his back, pushing their bodies together. Jaejoong tightened his arm around Junsu's waist, lowering him to the bed. They moved across the surface, the awkwardness of teenage lovers gone.
Junsu situated himself in the middle of the bed, legs partially spread, and Jaejoong hovered over him, hands on either side of his head. Their lips met again. Junsu whimpered and tightened his hold on Jaejoong. With a smile, Jaejoong lowered his body and pressed against him. Junsu wrapped a leg around him, arching his back with a groan.
"This is crazy," Junsu whispered. "So just ... crazy. I never thought I'd see you again, let alone kiss you again. And now ... god, Jae, I'm so hard."
Jaejoong shivered because he could feel how hard Junsu was. "And what do you want me to do about that?"
"Huh?"
"Tell me what to do to you."
Junsu grinned. "I thought we weren't planning this out."
"Idiot," Jae said affectionately. "We aren't teenagers anymore. I don't know how to please you."
"At this point you can do anything you want and I'd love it."
Jaejoong put his face at Junsu's neck and licked up to his ear. Whispering, he said, "Okay, but it turns me on when you order me around."
Junsu shivered. "In that case," he said, pushing at Jaejoong's shoulders. "Kneel."
His voice didn't change a lot, but it was enough for Jaejoong to shut his eyes in pleasure. He kneeled, over Junsu's thighs and waited.
"Take your shirt off."
Jaejoong gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His erection tented his sweat pants. He hadn't worn underwear on purpose, and there was already a wet spot on the gray fabric.
Junsu licked his lips as he splayed his hands over Jaejoong's abs. Jaejoong jerked involuntarily, tightening them up. And that made Junsu grin. He ran his hands up further and flicked Jaejoong's nipples.
Jae whimpered.
"Would you pierce them if I asked you to?" Junsu said.
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. His cock twitched at the thought of Junsu's lips and tongue playing with a piercing in the sensitive skin.
"What about a tattoo that says 'I do whatever Junsu wants'?"
"No," Jae said with a laugh. "Too hard to hide that."
"Guess it's better in practice anyway. Lie down." Junsu patted the bed.
Jaejoong moved to where Junsu wanted him, on his back, and Junsu straddled his waist. He sat right on Jaejoong's crotch and rolled his hips while running his hands up and down Jaejoong's muscled chest.
"Should we see how long you can last without touching me?" Junsu whispered. He took Jaejoong's wrists and pushed his arms up over his head.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and grabbed the blanket. He doubted he'd last long.
When Junsu's lips landed on his collar bone, Jaejoong gasped and his eyes flew open. His grip tightened and his hips rose.
Junsu tsked at him. "Naughty boy. Hold still."
"Su-ah," Jaejoong whined as those wet lips moved down his chest. "You're going to make me come."
Junsu smirked at him and pushed his body harder against Jaejoong's.
Jaejoong shut his eyes with a sharp breath. Whimpering, he fought to control his reactions to Junsu kissing and licking his body. Teeth nibbled below his ribs and lips left wet, red spots over his abs. Jaejoong was glad he was gripping the blanket; it grounded him and kept him slightly sane. He'd be going crazy right now if he was touching Junsu.
"Spread your legs for me," Junsu whispered and settled between them.
"Oh, god, Junsu, please please."
"Stop begging, love. I know what you need."
Their eyes met just as Junsu sucked in a patch of flesh near his hip bone. Jaejoong bit his lip and nodded.
He whined low as Junsu abused that spot, over and over with teeth and sucks until it was a deep purple.
"Gorgeous," he breathed and kissed the spot before moving across his stomach and leaving more. He splayed his hands on Jaejoong's still covered thighs, gripping them tightly. He moved his mouth up and added even more hickys to his chest and stomach. Each bite sent a whirlwind of pleasure through Jaejoong's body and brain. Lips landed on his neck; Junsu lowered his hips, forced their bodies together, and thrust lightly.
Jaejoong moaned, head tilting back. His hips rose and he cried out. His hands flew to Junsu's hips, gripped him tightly and he thrust up. Pleasure shot through him and he came hard, pulsing wetness into his sweatpants.
Junsu chuckled into his ear and licked at the lobe while Jaejoong tried to calm down. "Such a naughty, naughty boy."
Jaejoong nodded, hands massaging Junsu's plump ass. Junsu pushed up, hands on either side of Jaejoong's head. He rocked forward, spreading the mess around Jaejoong's skin.
"You came before I told you to," Junsu said, glaring slightly.
Jaejoong flushed red and turned his head. "S-sorry."
Junsu pushed away and landed on his back. He propped up on his elbows and smiled. "Take your clothes off, kneel and stroke your cock with your come."
The red on Jaejoong's cheeks darkened. But like a good boy, he pushed his soiled sweats off and kneeled next to Junsu and stroked his cock.
Junsu licked his lips. He scooped up a clump of come and brought it to his mouth. His eyes rolled back and he moaned as he shoved that finger in and out of his mouth. Jaejoong shivered, cock twitching and growing harder.
Junsu flipped around, on his hands and knees. He grabbed Jaejoong's wrist, stopping his hand and licked the tip of his cock. He was thrown back so many years ago when Junsu first sucked him off. Those lips, that tongue, the smirk and the amusement in his eyes. It was all the same.
"Can I touch you?" Jaejoong asked.
Junsu nodded, taking more of Jaejoong's dick into his mouth from the movement.
With a moan, Jaejoong grabbed Junsu's head, fingers tangling as best they could in his short hair. His hips snapped forward automatically and Junsu brought his hand up to Jaejoong's hips to control him. Jaejoong apologized again and tried to follow Junsu's lead. Slow, agonizing, forward and back, into his throat, against his lips. His fingers tightened when Junsu's lips practically touched his body.
"Fuck, Su-ah, you're too ... fuck."
Junsu smiled around his cock. He teased more, tonguing the slit and rolling his hand around Jaejoong's balls. It was so agonizing. Jaejoong moaned. Another orgasm was fast approaching. He hadn't come so quick since they were teenagers.
"Oh Su, Su. Please. No more."
Junsu let his cock go with a slurp. He pressed a kiss to the tip and then kneeled in front of Jaejoong, shuffling forward until their bodies touched. "Stroke me."
Jaejoong moaned and gripped Junsu's dick. The other moaned and leaned his forehead on Jaejoong's shoulder, hands settling at this waist. Jaejoong moved slow, twisting his hand and playing and teasing. His cock bumped Junsu's and he wanted to take them both in his hand, but Junsu hadn't said to.
"Go get lube," Junsu said into his shoulder. His hips jerked forward. "I need you to fuck me, love."
"You're not going to let me rim you."
Junsu shivered. "Next round. I need you inside me first."
Jaejoong smiled and licked the side of Junsu's mouth. His lips parted, tongue darting out. "And then after I fuck you, I can lick my come out of your ass."
"Fuck," Junsu said and yanked himself away. "Go. Lube. Now."
Jaejoong pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before rolling off the bed. He grabbed a bottle of vanilla lube from his dresser. Junsu was on his back, legs spread, hand slowly moving on his cock. Jaejoong decided that waiting would be dangerous for his stamina. He dumped lube on his hand as he walked to the bed, and then stroked his cock as he climbed over Junsu.
Junsu lifted his legs and grabbed behind his knees. "Just fuck me. I want you."
Jaejoong pressed his fingers against Junsu's entrance.
"I didn't tell you to prep me, I told you to fuck me."
"But--"
"I can handle it. I want to handle it."
Jaejoong wasn't sure he could handle it. He tightened his hand on his own cock and held it down. Junsu's body tightened and Jaejoong slipped over and around the cleft. They both moaned.
"Come on, Jaejoong," Junsu whispered. He grabbed Jaejoong by the back of the neck and yanked him forward. Lips almost touching, he whispered, "Take me. Force it on me. Make me feel you for days."
Jaejoong gasped, body jerking and their lips attacked each other. He held his cock against Junsu's puckered entrance again. He pressed forward, just a bit, and slipped a slick finger in first. Junsu moaned into their violent kiss. Jaejoong added a second finger, still holding himself steady. He pushed his fingers up, almost holding Junsu's open. The muscles clenched down and twitched. Jaejoong's eyes squeezed shut. He broke away from Junsu's kiss and mouth open, grunted as he used his fingers as a guide and pressed his cock into Junsu's body.
Junsu cried out, hips lifting and shoving more of Jaejoong inside him. Jaejoong lost his balance and had to put both hands on Junsu's shoulders. His hips jerked forward, slamming himself into Junsu's tight body.
Junsu cried out again, fingers digging into Jaejoong's shoulders. "Fuck, harder, harder. Fuck."
Jaejoong stopped thinking, he couldn’t. All he felt and heard and thought was tight slick grip wet heat. He moaned and kissed Junsu's neck, biting down as the pleasure ripped him through and over and around.
"Touch me, touch me."
Shaking, Jaejoong slipped a hand between them and grabbed Junsu's dick. He stroked, and Junsu's body clamped around him. They both shouted again and Jaejoong sped up, jerking Junsu toward an orgasm. Junsu's body went taut, his feet landed on the bed. The angle changed, pulling a moan from them, and his hips rose and fell with Jaejoong's thrusts. His fingers dug into Jaejoong's ass, pushing and pulling him harder and faster.
Jaejoong lost the rhythm of stroking Junsu, but with Junsu moving, Jaejoong didn't have to. He held still, let the pleasure course around him as Junsu fucked Jaejoong’s curled fingers and fucked himself on Jaejoong's cock. Junsu twitched, moaned, his cock pulsed. His already too-tight body squeezed Jaejoong deeper.
Jaejoong panted, mouth open at Junsu's neck. He tried to lick his lips, tried to do anything, and gave up.
"Fuck, Jaejoong, move!"
Jaejoong shook himself alert and moved. He grabbed Junsu's knees, pushed them up, so he was almost bed in half. Jaejoong kneeled and took over and slammed into Junsu's body, dick slurping in and out of his wet hole.
Junsu wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked himself. His neck was taut with veins, his muscles bulging from the strain. His mouth opened in a continuous moan.
"I'm, fuck faster, Jae. I'm ... make me come."
Jaejoong shivered and tried to go faster.
Junsu suddenly froze, and Jaejoong's eyes slammed shut as Junsu's entranced gripped him tightly. He couldn't move and pleasure shot through him from the tightness. Junsu shivered, panted his name and twitched.
Jaejoong moaned, rocked into him a few more times and lost his fragile hold on his orgasm. Head bowed, fingers white, he pumped his release into Junsu's body while his own shuddered erratically.
Fingers touched his cheek and Jaejoong opened his eyes, vision blurred from the pleasure. He turned and sucked Junsu's fingers into his mouth. They were covered in come. Jaejoong moaned and licked them clean.
Junsu pulled him down for a tangy kiss. "I love you."
Jaejoong smiled and collapsed. "I love you," he returned and their lips met. Jaejoong rolled his hips, wincing at the sensitive drag of Junsu's channel on his cock.
“Weren’t you going to lick me clean?” Junsu whispered.
Jaejoong shivered. “Yes.”
“Good. Go do it, and when you get hard again, fuck me again, and then make me dinner and worship the ground I walk on.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth to make a smart comment and then shut it. “That sounds like a good plan actually. But I’m going to insist that we follow this plan every day.”
Junsu laughed.
Twenty seven years old
“It’s Chuseok. if we don’t go, we’ll never hear the end of it,” Junsu said.
“I know, but I can’t fucking look at your mom without feeling guilty.”
Junsu laughed. “Same here, love.”
Jaejoong took a deep breath and kissed him softly. “And please don’t grope me under the table while Aunt Jeena is talking, okay?”
“That was hilarious. Everyone thought you were sick and-“
Jaejoong shoved his tongue into Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu moaned, fingers tightening on Jaejoong’s hips. Jaejoong grunted and slammed him against the front door. They were both hard in moments, and Jaejoong shoved a leg between Junsu’s and thrust against him.
“You win,” Junsu panted. “Kneel and suck my cock.”
Part 3: Adults: Reunion
Part 2: Teenagers
Part 1: Children
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