Delicate 8/?
Title: Delicate 8/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N2: This story has done something I didn't plan on doing; this chapter is emotional, but not the angsty one that it was supposed to be. We'll see what happens next in the world that in my brain. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 8:
Yoochun kissed his way down Junsu’s stomach, smiling at each jerk of muscle under his lips. His skin felt fresh and clean, like he had showered before Yoochun woke up. It was an addicting taste and touch.
Junsu’s shaky hands settled in his long hair, breath speeding up. Yoochun tugged at the boxers, and Junsu bent his knees to let Yoochun take them off. He swirled his tongue around the head of Junsu’s erection, tugging at the piercing with his lips, before dragging it down the shaft and to his tight balls. He pushed at Junsu’s thighs, spreading them enough to suck on his testicles. His skin was dusted with coarse hair, like it had been growing back in the last two weeks. Yoochun liked it. He ran his hands from knee to inner thigh.
“Tell me what you like,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his inner thigh.
Junsu moaned.
“Come on, tell me what you want. I am not going to just do whatever I want to you.”
Junsu bit his lip. “But I ... I ...”
Yoochun moved back up his body, laying kisses on his skin until he was close enough to kiss Junsu’s lips. Junsu’s legs wrapped around his body. “What do you like most?” he asked, running his fingers down the back of Junsu’s thigh.
“Besides kissing?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes.”
Junsu squirmed.
“Come on, tell me. Don’t make me make it an order.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and then he gasped, head thrown back.
“God, I keep forgetting how much you like being ordered around, because you do like it? Don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I like it. I like it.”
“So then tell me.”
“But ... but, I’m not clean. I need ... it’s been weeks.”
And Yoochun understood. “You just showered?”
“Yes, but ... but ... you can’t. Not until ...”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him quickly. “I can.”
“You can’t.”
With a short laugh, Yoochun shimmied down the bed. He gripped Junsu’s knees and pushed them up. Junsu quickly held them with his hands, splaying his legs, hips spread. Yoochun licked his lips. His fingers curled around Junsu’s balls, tugging lightly, before he went back to the shaft of his erection.
“This isn’t what you want, is it?” Yoochun asked, moving his mouth up to flick the piercing with his tongue.
Junsu whimpered. His fingernails dug into his knees.
Yoochun licked down the side of his erection, over the bend of his hip and to the curves of his ass. “Am I getting closer?”
Junsu moaned.
“If you tell me what you want, I’m sure I’d get there faster.”
Junsu’s lips twitched in a smile that turned to another moan when Yoochun sucked a section of flesh into his mouth and bit down.
Yoochun moved over, pressing at Junsu’s thighs. His body curled, giving Yoochun a perfect shot at his ass. He took both hands, spread them over Junsu’s ass and opened him up for his tongue. The pink opening twitched in anticipation.
Yoochun scraped his finger over it and then pressed against the crinkled skin softly. “Is this what you want?”
“Please! Please! please!”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward enough to lightly touch his tongue to Junsu’s body.
“Fuck please!”
Yoochun adjusted his body, shifting to the right angle to keep Junsu spread open with his hands, and his body firm against the bed. He licked, tongue sliding over the whorled skin. Junsu almost shot off the bed, screaming with each touch of Yoochun’s tongue. With a smirk, Yoochun used his thumbs, fingers curled around the plump curves, and spread Junsu more. He added pressure to his entrance, pushing his tongue against the opening firmly. He used his fingers to massage his ass at the same time. With long licks and little flicks, Yoochun slowly drove him mad.
If that’s what the whimpering and screeching indicated.
Yoochun pressed his thumb against his entrance lightly and licked above it. It took a bit of maneuvering to suck the skin into his mouth, but based on the scream from Junsu, it was worth it. He pushed harder, forcing the tip of his thumb into Junsu’s tight entrance.
“Fuck, please, please.”
Yoochun chuckled and moved his mouth, leaving hickys on Junsu’s ass while popping his thumb in and out of his body. He shuddered and a hand landed in Yoochun’s hair, tugging, urging, begging for more.
Yoochun slicked up a middle finger with spit and pushed it into Junsu’s body. Junsu moaned, half-formed protests turning to little whimpers of pleasure. Yoochun sucked Junsu’s balls, moving his finger and twisting it.
“Okay?” Yoochun whispered with his lips against the twitching shaft of Junsu’s erection.
Junsu moaned. “Yes, yes, more. Please. More.”
“Be right back.”
Junsu groaned in disappointment.
Yoochun laughed and scooted to the end of the bed where he could reach the drawer where he kept his lube. It’d been disappearing faster than usual lately. He watched Junsu watch him cover his fingers in lube. Junsu’s chest was heaving, fingers still leaving divots on his thighs, and skin twitching. The bites and marks on his ass were bright red against his paler skin.
Yoochun shuffled back between his legs. His clean hand went to the bed beside Junsu’s head. His fingers easily found Junsu’s begging opening, pulsing and spasming. Yoochun kissed him, swallowing the moan as fingers pressed into him. Two of them. Junsu eagerly met each kiss, each touch, each moan. His legs wrapped around Yoochun’s body, heels digging into his back so he could thrust down on Yoochun’s fingers.
“Please, god, please.”
“What do you want, sexy?” Yoochun whispered, dropping kissing down Junsu’s chin.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, please.”
Yoochun stopped moving and Junsu groaned. “You sure?”
“Yes, please.” He tangled his hands in Yoochun’s hair, pulling his lips back for a kiss.
Yoochun moaned and his cock throbbed. He used his sticky hand and slicked himself up. With Junsu’s tongue in his mouth, it was a bit hard to focus on getting his cock positioned. The head slipped over Junsu’s entrance and Yoochun shivered, holding himself steady and pushing forward. Junsu broke away from his mouth, body arching into the thrust. His ankles dug into Yoochun’s lower back.
Yoochun groaned, eyes shutting as he pulled out and pushed back in Junsu’s pulsing entrance until their bodies were pressed together. Junsu gasped, and Yoochun left soft kisses on his lips and cheeks until he was smiling.
“Move.”
Yoochun ground his hips down, pulling another deep moan from Junsu’s throat. “You sure?”
“God, yes, fuck me.”
Yoochun pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. Junsu nodded, begging for more, and Yoochun gave him more. He shifted to his knees, holding Junsu’s thighs and thrust fast.
“Touch yourself, Junsu, come on, baby, I want to watch you come while I fuck you.”
Junsu moaned and wrapped a shaking hand on his erection. He stroked in time to Yoochun’s thrusts, even when Yoochun faltered at a strong wave of pleasure through his body. Junsu writhed beneath him, whimpers and moans echoing in the small room. His eyes squeezed shut, tears of lust dripped over his skin.
Yoochun fought the urge to speed up. Not yet, not now. He kept his thrusts steady, watching as Junsu twitched and moaned. His back arched off the bed, yanking Yoochun forward and he fell above him, Junsu’s knees locked at his elbows. Their lips met easily and Yoochun sped up a little because kissing while fucking was one of his favorite things. Junsu’s hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin. Yoochun sucked hickys into his neck, down to his collarbones, and Junsu’s whimpers turned pleading.
“Please, please, come, need. Please, please.”
Yoochun pushed up and gripped Junsu’s erection. He smiled and slowed his thrusts but sped up with his hand. Each twist of his hand over the head of his dick caused his body to clamp down around him and Junsu’s cries echoed through the room.
“Let me come, let me come.”
Yoochun touched his cheek. “New rule, remember? Come whenever you want. If you want to come, then come.”
“God, oh fucking god. Yes! Fuck!”
Yoochun froze, buried inside Junsu, and stroked him, watching his face twist with pleasure and then freeze for a moment before shattering. His cock pulsed in Yoochun’s hand and the first spurt of come landed almost to his neck. He shuddered through his release, moaning Yoochun’s name.
Belatedly, Yoochun realized that Junsu had left scratches on his shoulder and down his arm. He didn’t exactly mind.
“Do you mind if I keep going?” Yoochun whispered and leaned over him for a kiss. “I won’t take much longer. Your body is gorgeous.”
Junsu shook his head, cheeks flushing.
Yoochun hitched his leg up, hooking his knee at his own elbow. He thrust quickly and kept his mouth near Junsu’s, sharing breaths and licking at his lips until he shuddered and came, Junsu’s body yanking his orgrasm from him in heavy pulses.
“Still think we shouldn’t have done it?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun’s lifted his head, mind and hearing muffled from the pleasure still coursing through him. Junsu’s channel suddenly tightened around him, and Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips.
Junsu traced fingertips over Yoochun’s back and into his hair. He pulled Yoochun to his lips for a kiss. “I like you, Yoochun. I like you a lot.”
Yoochun smiled. “I like you, too.”
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“You sure it looks okay?” Junsu asked and tugged at the lighter blonde locks of his hair. They had just visited a hair salon to start the process of making Junsu’s hair blonde. He hadn’t wanted black, but definitely wanted something besides the pink he had been sporting under Yoochun’s uncle’s care.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes! You could shave your head and you’d still be very attractive.”
Junsu made a face and Yoochun leaned over the table to kiss his pout away. He heard a disgusted scoff from next to them. He tried not to let it bother them. Junsu’s lips twisted in a smirk.
Just loud enough, he said, “Want you to fuck me on this table.”
Whoever was next to them got up in a hurry and bumped Yoochun on their way through the cafe.
Junsu chuckled. “It’s actually kind of funny how disgusted people are by things that don’t actually matter in their life. What does it matter if I want that? It only matters to him if I actually strip down and have you fuck me over this table.”
“And we’ll probably go to jail.
“And be banned from you favorite coffee shop forever.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah, that’s worse than jail. Guess I’ll wait until we get back home to fuck you.”
Junsu laughed. “We should do that now. You have to go to work soon.”
With lips close enough to kiss, Yoochun asked, “You want me to fuck you again today?”
“Yes. All day.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. That sounds like a fabulous plan. Let’s go.” He stood up and held out his hand. Junsu took it with another laugh and then immediately curled up against Yoochun’s side.
Yoochun glanced around and then decided that the only important person in the world was Junsu and everyone else could fuck off. He put his arm around Junsu’s shoulder and held him tightly as they walked down the street. They were almost at the bus stop when Yoochun saw something he never thought he’d see again.
He stopped walking and stared.
It was weird, how much different and how much the same someone looked after four years of never seeing them. How someone he used to see every day looked just the same and yet so very different.
And still so very perfect.
Jaejoong’s hair was a dark blond that contrasted sharply with the black clothes head-to-toe. Tight jeans, a fitted coat, boots. He walked purposefully, and Yoochun wondered if the harsh look on his face was normal irritation or if something happened to him. He still used too much BB cream. He still had eyeliner darkening his gaze. He looked every inch the model he always wanted to be.
Their eyes met, and Jaejoong stopped. Yoochun saw his lips move, mouth his name. Did he whisper it? His face held an expression of shock, one that Yoochun hadn’t seen often, but he did get to see it more often than others. Jaejoong had held his emotions in check around everyone but Yoochun. He’d seen him smile so much. He’d seen him cry. He’d seen him love and hurt and scream.
But he had been played worse than anyone else that had always called Jaejoong “cold.” Ultimately it was Yoochun who would have given anything for the mask back, for the indifference.
And then Jaejoong smiled and headed toward them. Was he actually happy to see Yoochun? Was it just another act?
The arm around his waist tightened. “Yoochun?” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun pried his eyes from the vision that still showed up in his dreams and glanced over at Junsu’s concerned face. He smiled, and Junsu smiled, eyes shining brightly up at him, and then faced Jaejoong again just as he was close enough to talk.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong said, stopping in front of them. It looked like he was going to touch him, and then he didn’t. Yoochun felt his heart clench. Jaejoong had always been so touchy, so close. It was part of the reason why Yoochun did not mind when people touched him. He was so used to always being touched. Though Jaejoong’s touch (and now Junsu’s) were different than the touches of the men at the bar. He missed Jaejoong’s touch.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jaejoong cleared his throat and stammered, “U-um, hi.”
“Hi.”
Jaejoong glanced at Junsu, and Yoochun cleared his throat. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Junsu. This is Jaejoong.”
Junsu choked on his next breath. “Oh.”
“Um, yeah, sorry,” Jaejoong said and took a step back. “I didn’t mean ... I just wanted to ... say hi ... You’re okay? ... It’s good that you’re okay, I mean, not that you wouldn’t be, but I heard ... you just ... you look good.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s fine. It’s good to see you. You look good, too.”
“Sexy,” Junsu added.
Jaejoong looked at him in confusion.
“You are. I see why Yoochun liked you so much.”
“It wasn’t for his looks, Su-ah,” Yoochun said quickly. Probably too quickly.
“I’m sure they were a perk. Weren’t you on a billboard for Evisu jeans last week?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah.”
“These aren’t Evisu,” Junsu said and turned around to show off his ass in a way that was obvious to all three of them, “but they are cut the same. I love the way they fit.”
“They look good on you.”
“Thanks.”
Jaejoong met Yoochun’s eyes. “Well, it’s ... it’s nice to see you, Yoochun. I ... yeah ... I’m meeting someone, and I’m late, so I have to go, but it was good to see you.”
“You, too,” Yoochun said.
This time, Jaejoong reached over and gripped his shoulder, just for a moment, and then he moved past them, and Yoochun would have turned and watched him walk away again, but Junsu’s arm tightened around his waist and he walked, forcing Yoochun to move with him.
He was in a bit of a daze, aware of Junsu’s arms around him, aware of his own arm around Junsu’s shoulder. He was aware of people and then the bus. He was aware of Junsu’s fingers gripping his while they rode home in silence.
Yoochun went right to the fridge when they arrived back at the small apartment. But there wasn’t any soju, beer, or whiskey. Just juice. With no vodka or rum to sweeten and dull the tightness in his chest. He drank it anyway and then went to the window, ripping down the blanket and hurting his finger when he pushed up the pane.
He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. The cigarette burned in his lungs, and he realized that he had been smoking less of them lately.
“Yoochun?” Junsu whispered.
“I thought ...” Yoochun blew a cloud of smoke out the window with a heavy sight. “I thought ... I thought ...”
“You thought what?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I just ... I thought it would have been different.”
“How?’
“Well, I didn’t think you’d be there to show off your ass.”
Junsu smiled and moved closer to him. Yoochun took one more drag and tossed the cigarette out the window just as Junsu kneeled in front of him and ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs.
“Are you okay?” Junsu asked quietly.
Yoochun rubbed his face with both hands. “I don’t know. I just thought ... it would hurt more, to see him. I mean, it hurts, he’s still gorgeous and obviously okay without me, and I’ve been a mess and why is he allowed to be so perfect when I can’t ... I can’t ... I can’t even get up in the morning without thinking of him. I can’t order a coffee without thinking of his face, how his nose scrunches at the taste whenever he has black coffee. I can’t watch TV without watching his favorite shows and see him laughing, covering his smile, clinging to my shoulder. I can’t even cook. He cooked, and I can’t go to work without thinking of how he used to laugh at me and smile at me and touch me and how it’s so very different than when other people do it ... everything is so different and it was so perfect. We were ... we were ... in love. Why aren’t we in love anymore?”
“Some things just don’t work out,” Junsu said and then he smiled. “Even in dramas.”
Yoochun smiled and sighed. “That’s surprisingly helpful.”
Junsu climbed into his lap, arms around his shoulders and they hugged each other tightly. Yoochun had no idea how long they sat there, how long Junsu held onto him, how long Yoochun tried to make sense of the twisted emotions.
It should have hurt more.
It should have torn him apart.
He should have been drunk off his ass in danger of alcohol poisoning with Hyunjoong keeping him alive and emptying all of his alcohol down the sink.
The only reason he wasn’t dead to the world and sick with grief was in his lap.
Yoochun was sure that wasn’t healthy either, to be so dependent on Junsu. Was he too dependent?
“Don’t dye your hair blond,” Yoochun muttered into his neck.
He felt Junsu smile against his skin. “I won’t.” He pulled away and kissed Yoochun deeply for a few seconds. “You owe me.”
“Sex?”
“Sure, if that’s the way you want to repay me for my helpful advice.”
“You said one thing, big deal.”
Junsu wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled Yoochun into a firm hug. “I do more than that.”
Yoochun hugged him back and buried his face into the warm fabric of his t-shirt. “Thank you.”
Part 9: People
Part 7: Feelings
Part 6: Skin
Part 5: Lips
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N2: This story has done something I didn't plan on doing; this chapter is emotional, but not the angsty one that it was supposed to be. We'll see what happens next in the world that in my brain. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 8:
Yoochun kissed his way down Junsu’s stomach, smiling at each jerk of muscle under his lips. His skin felt fresh and clean, like he had showered before Yoochun woke up. It was an addicting taste and touch.
Junsu’s shaky hands settled in his long hair, breath speeding up. Yoochun tugged at the boxers, and Junsu bent his knees to let Yoochun take them off. He swirled his tongue around the head of Junsu’s erection, tugging at the piercing with his lips, before dragging it down the shaft and to his tight balls. He pushed at Junsu’s thighs, spreading them enough to suck on his testicles. His skin was dusted with coarse hair, like it had been growing back in the last two weeks. Yoochun liked it. He ran his hands from knee to inner thigh.
“Tell me what you like,” Yoochun whispered, lips against his inner thigh.
Junsu moaned.
“Come on, tell me what you want. I am not going to just do whatever I want to you.”
Junsu bit his lip. “But I ... I ...”
Yoochun moved back up his body, laying kisses on his skin until he was close enough to kiss Junsu’s lips. Junsu’s legs wrapped around his body. “What do you like most?” he asked, running his fingers down the back of Junsu’s thigh.
“Besides kissing?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes.”
Junsu squirmed.
“Come on, tell me. Don’t make me make it an order.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and then he gasped, head thrown back.
“God, I keep forgetting how much you like being ordered around, because you do like it? Don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I like it. I like it.”
“So then tell me.”
“But ... but, I’m not clean. I need ... it’s been weeks.”
And Yoochun understood. “You just showered?”
“Yes, but ... but ... you can’t. Not until ...”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him quickly. “I can.”
“You can’t.”
With a short laugh, Yoochun shimmied down the bed. He gripped Junsu’s knees and pushed them up. Junsu quickly held them with his hands, splaying his legs, hips spread. Yoochun licked his lips. His fingers curled around Junsu’s balls, tugging lightly, before he went back to the shaft of his erection.
“This isn’t what you want, is it?” Yoochun asked, moving his mouth up to flick the piercing with his tongue.
Junsu whimpered. His fingernails dug into his knees.
Yoochun licked down the side of his erection, over the bend of his hip and to the curves of his ass. “Am I getting closer?”
Junsu moaned.
“If you tell me what you want, I’m sure I’d get there faster.”
Junsu’s lips twitched in a smile that turned to another moan when Yoochun sucked a section of flesh into his mouth and bit down.
Yoochun moved over, pressing at Junsu’s thighs. His body curled, giving Yoochun a perfect shot at his ass. He took both hands, spread them over Junsu’s ass and opened him up for his tongue. The pink opening twitched in anticipation.
Yoochun scraped his finger over it and then pressed against the crinkled skin softly. “Is this what you want?”
“Please! Please! please!”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward enough to lightly touch his tongue to Junsu’s body.
“Fuck please!”
Yoochun adjusted his body, shifting to the right angle to keep Junsu spread open with his hands, and his body firm against the bed. He licked, tongue sliding over the whorled skin. Junsu almost shot off the bed, screaming with each touch of Yoochun’s tongue. With a smirk, Yoochun used his thumbs, fingers curled around the plump curves, and spread Junsu more. He added pressure to his entrance, pushing his tongue against the opening firmly. He used his fingers to massage his ass at the same time. With long licks and little flicks, Yoochun slowly drove him mad.
If that’s what the whimpering and screeching indicated.
Yoochun pressed his thumb against his entrance lightly and licked above it. It took a bit of maneuvering to suck the skin into his mouth, but based on the scream from Junsu, it was worth it. He pushed harder, forcing the tip of his thumb into Junsu’s tight entrance.
“Fuck, please, please.”
Yoochun chuckled and moved his mouth, leaving hickys on Junsu’s ass while popping his thumb in and out of his body. He shuddered and a hand landed in Yoochun’s hair, tugging, urging, begging for more.
Yoochun slicked up a middle finger with spit and pushed it into Junsu’s body. Junsu moaned, half-formed protests turning to little whimpers of pleasure. Yoochun sucked Junsu’s balls, moving his finger and twisting it.
“Okay?” Yoochun whispered with his lips against the twitching shaft of Junsu’s erection.
Junsu moaned. “Yes, yes, more. Please. More.”
“Be right back.”
Junsu groaned in disappointment.
Yoochun laughed and scooted to the end of the bed where he could reach the drawer where he kept his lube. It’d been disappearing faster than usual lately. He watched Junsu watch him cover his fingers in lube. Junsu’s chest was heaving, fingers still leaving divots on his thighs, and skin twitching. The bites and marks on his ass were bright red against his paler skin.
Yoochun shuffled back between his legs. His clean hand went to the bed beside Junsu’s head. His fingers easily found Junsu’s begging opening, pulsing and spasming. Yoochun kissed him, swallowing the moan as fingers pressed into him. Two of them. Junsu eagerly met each kiss, each touch, each moan. His legs wrapped around Yoochun’s body, heels digging into his back so he could thrust down on Yoochun’s fingers.
“Please, god, please.”
“What do you want, sexy?” Yoochun whispered, dropping kissing down Junsu’s chin.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, please.”
Yoochun stopped moving and Junsu groaned. “You sure?”
“Yes, please.” He tangled his hands in Yoochun’s hair, pulling his lips back for a kiss.
Yoochun moaned and his cock throbbed. He used his sticky hand and slicked himself up. With Junsu’s tongue in his mouth, it was a bit hard to focus on getting his cock positioned. The head slipped over Junsu’s entrance and Yoochun shivered, holding himself steady and pushing forward. Junsu broke away from his mouth, body arching into the thrust. His ankles dug into Yoochun’s lower back.
Yoochun groaned, eyes shutting as he pulled out and pushed back in Junsu’s pulsing entrance until their bodies were pressed together. Junsu gasped, and Yoochun left soft kisses on his lips and cheeks until he was smiling.
“Move.”
Yoochun ground his hips down, pulling another deep moan from Junsu’s throat. “You sure?”
“God, yes, fuck me.”
Yoochun pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. Junsu nodded, begging for more, and Yoochun gave him more. He shifted to his knees, holding Junsu’s thighs and thrust fast.
“Touch yourself, Junsu, come on, baby, I want to watch you come while I fuck you.”
Junsu moaned and wrapped a shaking hand on his erection. He stroked in time to Yoochun’s thrusts, even when Yoochun faltered at a strong wave of pleasure through his body. Junsu writhed beneath him, whimpers and moans echoing in the small room. His eyes squeezed shut, tears of lust dripped over his skin.
Yoochun fought the urge to speed up. Not yet, not now. He kept his thrusts steady, watching as Junsu twitched and moaned. His back arched off the bed, yanking Yoochun forward and he fell above him, Junsu’s knees locked at his elbows. Their lips met easily and Yoochun sped up a little because kissing while fucking was one of his favorite things. Junsu’s hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin. Yoochun sucked hickys into his neck, down to his collarbones, and Junsu’s whimpers turned pleading.
“Please, please, come, need. Please, please.”
Yoochun pushed up and gripped Junsu’s erection. He smiled and slowed his thrusts but sped up with his hand. Each twist of his hand over the head of his dick caused his body to clamp down around him and Junsu’s cries echoed through the room.
“Let me come, let me come.”
Yoochun touched his cheek. “New rule, remember? Come whenever you want. If you want to come, then come.”
“God, oh fucking god. Yes! Fuck!”
Yoochun froze, buried inside Junsu, and stroked him, watching his face twist with pleasure and then freeze for a moment before shattering. His cock pulsed in Yoochun’s hand and the first spurt of come landed almost to his neck. He shuddered through his release, moaning Yoochun’s name.
Belatedly, Yoochun realized that Junsu had left scratches on his shoulder and down his arm. He didn’t exactly mind.
“Do you mind if I keep going?” Yoochun whispered and leaned over him for a kiss. “I won’t take much longer. Your body is gorgeous.”
Junsu shook his head, cheeks flushing.
Yoochun hitched his leg up, hooking his knee at his own elbow. He thrust quickly and kept his mouth near Junsu’s, sharing breaths and licking at his lips until he shuddered and came, Junsu’s body yanking his orgrasm from him in heavy pulses.
“Still think we shouldn’t have done it?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun’s lifted his head, mind and hearing muffled from the pleasure still coursing through him. Junsu’s channel suddenly tightened around him, and Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips.
Junsu traced fingertips over Yoochun’s back and into his hair. He pulled Yoochun to his lips for a kiss. “I like you, Yoochun. I like you a lot.”
Yoochun smiled. “I like you, too.”
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“You sure it looks okay?” Junsu asked and tugged at the lighter blonde locks of his hair. They had just visited a hair salon to start the process of making Junsu’s hair blonde. He hadn’t wanted black, but definitely wanted something besides the pink he had been sporting under Yoochun’s uncle’s care.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes! You could shave your head and you’d still be very attractive.”
Junsu made a face and Yoochun leaned over the table to kiss his pout away. He heard a disgusted scoff from next to them. He tried not to let it bother them. Junsu’s lips twisted in a smirk.
Just loud enough, he said, “Want you to fuck me on this table.”
Whoever was next to them got up in a hurry and bumped Yoochun on their way through the cafe.
Junsu chuckled. “It’s actually kind of funny how disgusted people are by things that don’t actually matter in their life. What does it matter if I want that? It only matters to him if I actually strip down and have you fuck me over this table.”
“And we’ll probably go to jail.
“And be banned from you favorite coffee shop forever.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah, that’s worse than jail. Guess I’ll wait until we get back home to fuck you.”
Junsu laughed. “We should do that now. You have to go to work soon.”
With lips close enough to kiss, Yoochun asked, “You want me to fuck you again today?”
“Yes. All day.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. That sounds like a fabulous plan. Let’s go.” He stood up and held out his hand. Junsu took it with another laugh and then immediately curled up against Yoochun’s side.
Yoochun glanced around and then decided that the only important person in the world was Junsu and everyone else could fuck off. He put his arm around Junsu’s shoulder and held him tightly as they walked down the street. They were almost at the bus stop when Yoochun saw something he never thought he’d see again.
He stopped walking and stared.
It was weird, how much different and how much the same someone looked after four years of never seeing them. How someone he used to see every day looked just the same and yet so very different.
And still so very perfect.
Jaejoong’s hair was a dark blond that contrasted sharply with the black clothes head-to-toe. Tight jeans, a fitted coat, boots. He walked purposefully, and Yoochun wondered if the harsh look on his face was normal irritation or if something happened to him. He still used too much BB cream. He still had eyeliner darkening his gaze. He looked every inch the model he always wanted to be.
Their eyes met, and Jaejoong stopped. Yoochun saw his lips move, mouth his name. Did he whisper it? His face held an expression of shock, one that Yoochun hadn’t seen often, but he did get to see it more often than others. Jaejoong had held his emotions in check around everyone but Yoochun. He’d seen him smile so much. He’d seen him cry. He’d seen him love and hurt and scream.
But he had been played worse than anyone else that had always called Jaejoong “cold.” Ultimately it was Yoochun who would have given anything for the mask back, for the indifference.
And then Jaejoong smiled and headed toward them. Was he actually happy to see Yoochun? Was it just another act?
The arm around his waist tightened. “Yoochun?” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun pried his eyes from the vision that still showed up in his dreams and glanced over at Junsu’s concerned face. He smiled, and Junsu smiled, eyes shining brightly up at him, and then faced Jaejoong again just as he was close enough to talk.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong said, stopping in front of them. It looked like he was going to touch him, and then he didn’t. Yoochun felt his heart clench. Jaejoong had always been so touchy, so close. It was part of the reason why Yoochun did not mind when people touched him. He was so used to always being touched. Though Jaejoong’s touch (and now Junsu’s) were different than the touches of the men at the bar. He missed Jaejoong’s touch.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jaejoong cleared his throat and stammered, “U-um, hi.”
“Hi.”
Jaejoong glanced at Junsu, and Yoochun cleared his throat. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Junsu. This is Jaejoong.”
Junsu choked on his next breath. “Oh.”
“Um, yeah, sorry,” Jaejoong said and took a step back. “I didn’t mean ... I just wanted to ... say hi ... You’re okay? ... It’s good that you’re okay, I mean, not that you wouldn’t be, but I heard ... you just ... you look good.”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s fine. It’s good to see you. You look good, too.”
“Sexy,” Junsu added.
Jaejoong looked at him in confusion.
“You are. I see why Yoochun liked you so much.”
“It wasn’t for his looks, Su-ah,” Yoochun said quickly. Probably too quickly.
“I’m sure they were a perk. Weren’t you on a billboard for Evisu jeans last week?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah.”
“These aren’t Evisu,” Junsu said and turned around to show off his ass in a way that was obvious to all three of them, “but they are cut the same. I love the way they fit.”
“They look good on you.”
“Thanks.”
Jaejoong met Yoochun’s eyes. “Well, it’s ... it’s nice to see you, Yoochun. I ... yeah ... I’m meeting someone, and I’m late, so I have to go, but it was good to see you.”
“You, too,” Yoochun said.
This time, Jaejoong reached over and gripped his shoulder, just for a moment, and then he moved past them, and Yoochun would have turned and watched him walk away again, but Junsu’s arm tightened around his waist and he walked, forcing Yoochun to move with him.
He was in a bit of a daze, aware of Junsu’s arms around him, aware of his own arm around Junsu’s shoulder. He was aware of people and then the bus. He was aware of Junsu’s fingers gripping his while they rode home in silence.
Yoochun went right to the fridge when they arrived back at the small apartment. But there wasn’t any soju, beer, or whiskey. Just juice. With no vodka or rum to sweeten and dull the tightness in his chest. He drank it anyway and then went to the window, ripping down the blanket and hurting his finger when he pushed up the pane.
He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. The cigarette burned in his lungs, and he realized that he had been smoking less of them lately.
“Yoochun?” Junsu whispered.
“I thought ...” Yoochun blew a cloud of smoke out the window with a heavy sight. “I thought ... I thought ...”
“You thought what?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I just ... I thought it would have been different.”
“How?’
“Well, I didn’t think you’d be there to show off your ass.”
Junsu smiled and moved closer to him. Yoochun took one more drag and tossed the cigarette out the window just as Junsu kneeled in front of him and ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs.
“Are you okay?” Junsu asked quietly.
Yoochun rubbed his face with both hands. “I don’t know. I just thought ... it would hurt more, to see him. I mean, it hurts, he’s still gorgeous and obviously okay without me, and I’ve been a mess and why is he allowed to be so perfect when I can’t ... I can’t ... I can’t even get up in the morning without thinking of him. I can’t order a coffee without thinking of his face, how his nose scrunches at the taste whenever he has black coffee. I can’t watch TV without watching his favorite shows and see him laughing, covering his smile, clinging to my shoulder. I can’t even cook. He cooked, and I can’t go to work without thinking of how he used to laugh at me and smile at me and touch me and how it’s so very different than when other people do it ... everything is so different and it was so perfect. We were ... we were ... in love. Why aren’t we in love anymore?”
“Some things just don’t work out,” Junsu said and then he smiled. “Even in dramas.”
Yoochun smiled and sighed. “That’s surprisingly helpful.”
Junsu climbed into his lap, arms around his shoulders and they hugged each other tightly. Yoochun had no idea how long they sat there, how long Junsu held onto him, how long Yoochun tried to make sense of the twisted emotions.
It should have hurt more.
It should have torn him apart.
He should have been drunk off his ass in danger of alcohol poisoning with Hyunjoong keeping him alive and emptying all of his alcohol down the sink.
The only reason he wasn’t dead to the world and sick with grief was in his lap.
Yoochun was sure that wasn’t healthy either, to be so dependent on Junsu. Was he too dependent?
“Don’t dye your hair blond,” Yoochun muttered into his neck.
He felt Junsu smile against his skin. “I won’t.” He pulled away and kissed Yoochun deeply for a few seconds. “You owe me.”
“Sex?”
“Sure, if that’s the way you want to repay me for my helpful advice.”
“You said one thing, big deal.”
Junsu wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled Yoochun into a firm hug. “I do more than that.”
Yoochun hugged him back and buried his face into the warm fabric of his t-shirt. “Thank you.”
Part 9: People
Part 7: Feelings
Part 6: Skin
Part 5: Lips
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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