Delicate 9/9
Title: Delicate 9/9
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!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 9:
“Hey, you okay?” Hyunjoong asked.
Yoochun smiled in what he thought was a convincing fashion, but Hyunjoong snorted.
“Okay. Spill.”
Junsu’s laughter carried from the table in the corner that had become his. Yoochun glanced over and this time actually smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re so in love.”
“No, I’m not,” Yoochun said immediately.
“Yes, you are, but what’s wrong with that? Is that why you’re so upset?”
“No, it’s not that.” Yoochun sighed. “I ran into Jaejoong yesterday.”
Hyunjoong bobbled the glass in this hands, spilling alcohol everywhere. “What?” He set the glass down and shook the liquid from his hands. The customer who the drink was for complained loudly and Hyunjoong quickly made him another one, shooting looks at Yoochun that Yoochun ignored and watched Junsu playing court instead with a small smile.
“So?”
Yoochun glanced at him and crossed his arms. He was very aware of the way his shirt was unbuttoned (Junsu’s idea because it showed off his collarbones, a major selling point) and the drooling stares he was getting from the men at the bar. He ran his hand through his loose hair (Junsu’s idea because long hair made him mysterious and feminine) and fought the urge to pull it away from his face.
“So nothing. We said hi. That’s ... that’s about it. Oh, and Junsu showed off his ass.”
“What?”
Yoochun smiled over at Junsu who was looking at him. “Nothing. Like I said. I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m getting there.”
Hyunjoong huffed in frustration.
“Chunnie-ah!” Junsu called. “Bring me a drink.”
Yoochun laughed and quickly filled a glass with a fruity concoction without much alcohol. He brought it to the table and leaned over, hands on the smooth wood. He smiled, and Junsu traced his collarbones with a fingertip.
“Sexy,” Junsu whispered and then grabbed Yoochun’s hair and practically pulled him over the table for a kiss.
Yoochun heard the men cheering them on, but all he cared about was the smiling mouth pressed against his.
“Long hair is a good idea,” Junsu said, and Yunho moaned. “Want you to fuck me on this table.”
Yoochun smirked at the chorus of encouragement. “What is with you and tables, huh?”
Junsu laughed. “Good angles.”
“But weren’t you supposed to practice reading and writing today?”
Junsu pouted. “But--”
“And what did you do today instead? Watched dramas?”
Junsu’s pout deepened and Yoochun fought the urge to kiss it.
“Bad student.” Yoochun caved and licked at Junsu’s pout, pulling away before Junsu could kiss him. “Have fun with your admirers while you can, because when we get home--”
“Are you going to spank me, Teacher?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun laughed. “Maybe. If you be a good boy and study.”
Junsu growled, actually growled, and yanked Yoochun to him for a heavy kiss full of tongues and whimpers until hands slid down Yoochun’s back and gripped his ass. He stood up and leaned against the heated body behind him, ignoring the hands that went down his front, framed his cock a moment before gripping it.
He let the man grope him, eyes on Junsu’s scowling face. With a smile, he turned in the man’s arms and let their lips touch before pulling away. The man’s hands dropped to his ass and cupped firmly
“I have to get back to work,” Yoochun said, head titled back at the angle that showed off his neck.
Lips pressed against his skin and then a tongue went up to his ear. Yoochun shivered. “Such a waste that you don’t get paid to let me fuck you against the bar.”
Yoochun laughed and twisted until he was out of the man’s arms. He went back to the bar and looked over at Junsu. Yunho had him wrapped in his arms, mouth against his neck. But his eyes were on Yoochun. Glaring. Not accusing, but ... promising.
Yoochun gulped. He was in so much trouble.
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A tiny part of Yoochun panicked as Junsu tumbled them onto the bed. They were both tipsy, not drunk, definitely sober enough. But that wasn’t why it was so easy to fall between Junsu’s legs, slide his hands up his firm thighs, bite and suck hickys into his neck. Too soon. Too fast. Too ... too good.
Yoochun moaned and rocked his body against Junsu’s, mouth attached to his throat. Junsu threw his head back with a cry, fingers digging into Yoochun’s back.
“Naked, naked, naked.”
Too soon. Too much.
Yoochun lifted away and stripped Junsu of his clothes. He pressed the bottle of lube into Yoochun’s hand and moaned, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Yoochun cursed, hands fumbling with his belt and button of the jeans. He pushed them down, dumped lube on his cock and used one hand to cover his cock with lube and used the other to press two fingers into Junsu’s body.
Junsu clamped down around his fingers and urged Yoochun on with more moans and more whimpers. He yanked Yoochun down by his open shirt, covering his naked body. Their mouths collided together, and Junsu’s legs wrapped around Yoochun’s back, feet sliding up under his shirt. Yoochun followed the kiss sloppily. His hips jerked forward, his cock slid along Junsu’s, slick and heavy. He growled and forced himself to stop, hold himself down and thrust into Junsu, all the way, sinking into him, moans echoed around him. He thrust, fast and firm.
Too soon. Too much. Too good. So good.
Everything twisted and warped. His head felt like it was going to burst, but it was a different body part that did, and Junsu whimpered and Yoochun kept going until he couldn’t, until even the touch of the air and the clothes stuck to his skin was too sensitive.
Too much. Too soon.
Lips pressed against his cheek. Soft words tickled against his ear. The warm body underneath him shifted and Yoochun fell to the side, face plastered against the pillow before succumbing to sleep.
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Yoochun woke up to bright sunlight against his face. He moaned and rolled to the side and right off the edge of the bed. He lay stunned on the ground for a little while, unsure as to why his clothes stuck to his body, uncomfortable twist in his arms. Right. He either passed out or fell asleep after ... after ... He sat up and glanced over at the bed.
Junsu was still asleep and Yoochun leaned his chin on the edge of the bed and smiled. He looked angelic, wearing clothes (so he must have gotten up sometime in the morning because Yoochun remembered taking his clothes off) and curled up with a blanket. The sun hit at the perfect angle. and Yoochun reached to cup his ass before stopping himself. He didn’t want to wake Junsu up.
He got up and went to the bathroom, stripping his come-covered clothes and decided a shower was a great idea. He wasn’t hung over, but his body ached in all the right ways from having sex.
He slipped on a pair of sweatpants after his shower and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was brewing when arms wrapped around his waist and lips pressed against his bare shoulder.
“Morning,” Junsu mumbled.
Yoochun smiled and squeezed his arm. “Good morning.”
Junsu kissed the skin on his back, across his shoulders. He turned around and let himself be led back to the bed, coffee forgotten.
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Halfway back to sleep, to rest before his shift at work, Yoochun smiled when Junsu climbed into bed, arms and legs caging Yoochun in. He lifted his hand and slid them down Junsu’s sides and then under the soft cotton shirt. Their lips met briefly.
“You want more?” Yoochun said in surprise at the feel of Junsu’s erection pressed against his body. They’d been fucking all day.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Junsu, I--”
Junsu pulled away. “What now?”
“I feel like I’m using you.” Yoochun had spent most of the day thinking about it. At least he had during the time when Junsu wasn’t riding his cock.
“You are. God, I love it when you use me.” He slipped his hands into Yoochun’s sweatpants.
“I meant ... I’m ... it’s like you’re a rebound, to help me get over Jaejoong, and that isn’t fair to you at all.”
“With as desperate and eager as you are to fuck me, I’d say it’s pretty fair to me.”
“Su-ah, I’m serious,” he said and grabbed his wrists.
Junsu smiled. “I know. That’s your problem most of the time. Look, Yoochun. I’m using you, you’re using me.”
“You’re not using me.”
“Yes, I am. You think I know how to do this? You think I know how to have a relationship with someone? I don’t. You’re showing me how. You’re also showing me how to touch, come, play without being told, without being ordered. Sex with you is amazing, to me. It’s intense. It’s ... I can’t get enough of it. Therefore, I’m using you. We do like each other, you know. There isn’t anything wrong with what we’re doing.”
Yoochun sighed. “There really is.”
Junsu stared at him. He shrugged. “Okay. Fine.” He climbed off Yoochun and went to the couch. He turned on the TV and sat down with a huff. He found a soccer game. Yoochun huffed in frustration. He rubbed his erection through his pants and then followed. He sat down and Junsu slid over, keeping a few inches between them.
Usually, when something did not go Yoochun’s way, or he wanted to or had to deal with something, he went and got drunk instead. That wasn’t going to work. It worked when he was alone, dealing with his own feelings.
Okay, so it didn’t work, and it was a way for him to run away from his feelings, and then brood when he was sober and all of his problems were still there.
But it was tempting, but he could not deal with Junsu that way. Junsu wasn’t going anywhere unless Yoochun wanted to kick him out but that was not an option.
The last time he had gotten flat out drunk had been just a couple weeks ago. Because of Junsu. Which wasn’t fair to blame him.
Because he did not know how to deal with Junsu. That was definitely more accurate.
He reached over and ran his fingers up the outer seam of the sweatpants Junsu wore. He flinched but did nothing else. Yoochun twisted to his side, arm on the back of the couch. He moved his finger to Junsu’s skin, just below his ear. It was a little calculated because Junsu loved being touched. He ran his hand through Junsu’s hair, smiling as Junsu arched into it.
“You’re right, of course, you’re right,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grunted. “Now you just want into my pants.”
Yoochun smiled. “Maybe just in your mouth.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. He picked up one of the books on the floor and said, “Practice.” He scooted over into Yoochun’s body and they shifted until Junsu was curled up against him, book in his lap. Yoochun’s hands slid over his skin as Junsu read, and he whispered pronunciation corrections. Junsu paused every now and then to watch the soccer game, reading the words on the screen.
“I remember doing this when I was younger,” Junsu suddenly said. “I remember reading with my mom and my brother.”
Yoochun held his breath. Junsu had never talked of his family before.
“I wonder what happened to them.”
“I’m sure we could find them,” Yoochun replied.
Junsu shook his head and closed his book. “Maybe ... maybe later. I ... they sold me, remember? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see my mother again, or look at her with anything but contempt. A mother does not deserve to have her son look at her that way.”
Junsu curled against him, burying his face in Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun thought of his own mother and understood exactly what he meant. Even if his mother apologized for ostracizing him from the family, Yoochun knew it would take time to forgive her, forgive them. He’d been tossed aside like he was nothing by more than just Jaejoong. At least Jaejoong had been so heartbroken about breaking Yoochun’s spirit that he had cried when they had broken up and Yoochun had moved out. His mother had tossed him from the house with nothing short of disgust and disdain.
Maybe he would visit his brother in the army. Yoohwan had at least attempted to contact him when he could.
“Well, we do need to find out what your ID number is and if we can get you an updated ID card,” Yoochun said. “We’ll at least know something about your family during that process.”
“I’m not sure I want to do all that yet.”
“Well, you’ll need an ID to get a job.”
“Do I really need a job?”
Yoochun smiled at him. “Yes. You don’t want to live in this little hovel forever, do you?”
Junsu turned around, tossing the book to the floor, and straddled his lap, fingers running through his long hair. “As if this little hovel has anything to do with why I stay.”
Which took them back to what Yoochun had been thinking about all day. But as they kissed and shifted and Junsu’s clothes slid off, Yoochun figured that they could talk about it another time.
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Yunho was just another lawyer in a family of lawyers, and he promised that his son would never be a lawyer unless of course he wanted to be one. Yunho had wanted to dance. He had wanted to sing. He wanted to be a trainee and an idol. Instead, he protected them from entertainment companies to the best of his ability. It was difficult when young kids intent on being an idol signed a fifteen-year contract before they were even fifteen.
But because of his experience, he was able to get Junsu an ID, and even better, Yunho fabricated Junsu’s military service. It was something that could make him lose his right to practice law, but after a blowjob with Yoochun under the table and Junsu whispering sexy things into his ear, he was more willing.
“You know what he would be good at,” Hyunjoong said as he and Yoochun watched Junsu smile widely and show off his brand new ID to the customers. His hair was black now, styled and cut in a way that showed off his pretty face and the curve of his jaw. He looked a little older without the pink hair. He was wearing Yoochun black jeans again, the ones that were too tight, but showed off his thighs and ass so wonderful. The brown shirt with its black accents just made everything about Junsu seem older than just a few week ago.
“Sucking cock.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said and flipped around to face him.
“Just seeing if you were paying attention. I’m sure Junsu is great at sucking cock.”
“Fuck off.”
“He should be a host.”
“What?”
“Hosting.”
“Like at a host club?”
“Yeah. He’d be great at it. Think about it. It’s what he does when he comes here with you, at least at a proper club he’d get money for it.”
“No way.”
Hyunjoong smirked. “And, if he works at a host club, his clients will be women.”
Yoochun scowled and glanced at the table just in time to see a man lean over the table and touch his neck with fingertips.
Hyunjoong laughed. “It’s almost perfect. Really. I know a guy. I’ll ask him.”
“You should ask Junsu first.”
Hyunjoong flung his towel over his shoulder and said, “Good idea,” and sauntered toward Junsu’s table. He ignored Yoochun calling his name.
Yoochun watched as Junsu’s eyes widened at Hyunjoong’s suggestions, and smiled as the men grumbled in disappointment and tried to convince him with pretty words and touches to stay there and let them pay him. Junsu laughed with them, accepted a few kisses before Hyunjoong returned his attention with firm fingers gripped on his chin.
Junsu winced, the moment so brief before his smile was back. Concerned, Yoochun frowned, but Hyunjoong only held his chin long enough to press a light kiss to his lips and Yoochun’s scowl returned.
A host club. Not seeing all these men groping Junsu for attention.
The idea seemed better and better.
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“Are you okay?” Yoochun asked as he and Junsu walked home, hand in hand. They passed a bottle of soju between them as they walked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re awfully quiet,” Yoochun said. “Usually on the way home, you’re talking my ear off about what every man in there said and did.”
“It’s ... it’s nothing.”
“Is it because of when Hyunjoong gripped your chin?”
“You saw that?”
“Yeah.”
Junsu sighed.
“My uncle do that to you?”
“Usually followed by a slap or ... sometimes words are more painful.”
“Yeah.” Yoochun tugged his arm and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m pretty sure you’ve learned just how fucking sexy you are.”
Junsu laughed before taking another drink from the bottle. “Either that or everyone is horny.”
“You make them horny.”
“Should I make women horny?”
Yoochun smiled. “You’ll be good at it.”
“And as Hyunjoong said, it will keep you from being a possessive, jealous boyfriend.”
Yoochun stopped them and held Junsu by his shoulders. “Am I?”
“Possessive and jealous? Yes.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Not that. You’re boyfriend. Am I?”
“Isn’t that up to you? Didn’t we already have this conversation? And I told you before, ask me. I won’t say no.”
Yoochun let him go. Junsu smiled, took a swig from the bottle and sauntered away from him. Sauntered in a slightly wavy line. He put his arm around Junsu’s shoulders again to steady him and reached for the bottle.
“I say we save the rest of it and drink it off each other’s stomachs when we get home.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, sure.”
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You’re an idiot, Hyunjoong’s voice said in his head again. An utter idiot. How can you be fucking him, living with him, going out every day with him, and not consider him your boyfriend?
Yoochun sat up against the wall, legs crossed. Junsu slept with his head in Yoochun’s lap. The lights from the city bathed his skin in shades of pink and yellow. He smiled and ran his finger down Junsu’s neck, over the hicky he had sucked there earlier when he’d had three fingers inside Junsu’s body, and Junsu was coming without his cock being touched.
Junsu was amazing at his new job, and Yoochun wasn’t really surprised. The older ladies loved him, the younger ladies loved, everyone loved him, even his co-workers. He’d only been a host for a week, but he already had a steady amount of requests and clients that only wanted to talk to him. Even if there was a little bit of touching involved, it was usually enough to rile him up and come home to ride Yoochun’s cock until he collapsed.
Junsu squirmed a little in his sleep.
Yoochun had the hardest time not touching when Junsu looked so perfect. Junsu always looked so perfect.
“You keep touching me and I’m going to bite off your dick.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You like my dick.”
Junsu lifted his head, eyes narrowed in a glare. “It isn’t the only thing or even the most important thing I like about you.”
And Junsu kept saying things like that. Telling Yoochun he liked him a lot.
You’re an idiot.
“I’m an idiot,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu smiled and then broke off to yawn. He pushed himself up, muscles in his arms straining a bit before he was in Yoochun’s lap and lips pressed against his. They hadn’t cleaned up yet from their sexual activities and Junsu’s cleft was still sticky slick with come and lube. Yoochun moaned into his mouth and ran his hands down Junsu’s back to cup his plump ass.
Junsu sighed and reached behind himself, shifting until he could slide Yoochun back into his body.
Yoochun moaned at the grip around his cock, and Junsu sat, not moving but kissing Yoochun breathless.
“I still think this is stupid,” Yoochun gasped when Junsu finally moved.
Junsu hummed. “You still think you can get hurt again.”
“I still think we should be friends.”
“Last time I checked, we are friends.”
“I still think you need to know ...”
Junsu kissed him. “I do know, Chunnie-ah. I know that I like you. I know that you’re nice to me. I know that you fuck like a sex god. I know that you like your coffee black. I know that you wish you had time to write music. I know you hate your job. I know you miss your family. I know you want to go back to school. I know your dick feels perfect fucking into me as fast as your hips can move.”
Yoochun smiled and his chest clenched.
“And I know that you do every single thing with so much emotion that it can’t be anything but the most important thing to you. And I want to be the most important thing to you.”
Yoochun nodded. “You are. You are. Before ... before nothing just ... nothing was important to me but drinking and random sex. I ... god, Junsu.”
Junsu smirked and rolled his hips again. “Be my boyfriend,” he demanded.
Yoochun smiled. “Pretty sure I already am.”
“Good,” Junsu growled and demanded absolute, complete, and utter satisfaction.
Epilogue: Love
Part 8: Bodies
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!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 9:
“Hey, you okay?” Hyunjoong asked.
Yoochun smiled in what he thought was a convincing fashion, but Hyunjoong snorted.
“Okay. Spill.”
Junsu’s laughter carried from the table in the corner that had become his. Yoochun glanced over and this time actually smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re so in love.”
“No, I’m not,” Yoochun said immediately.
“Yes, you are, but what’s wrong with that? Is that why you’re so upset?”
“No, it’s not that.” Yoochun sighed. “I ran into Jaejoong yesterday.”
Hyunjoong bobbled the glass in this hands, spilling alcohol everywhere. “What?” He set the glass down and shook the liquid from his hands. The customer who the drink was for complained loudly and Hyunjoong quickly made him another one, shooting looks at Yoochun that Yoochun ignored and watched Junsu playing court instead with a small smile.
“So?”
Yoochun glanced at him and crossed his arms. He was very aware of the way his shirt was unbuttoned (Junsu’s idea because it showed off his collarbones, a major selling point) and the drooling stares he was getting from the men at the bar. He ran his hand through his loose hair (Junsu’s idea because long hair made him mysterious and feminine) and fought the urge to pull it away from his face.
“So nothing. We said hi. That’s ... that’s about it. Oh, and Junsu showed off his ass.”
“What?”
Yoochun smiled over at Junsu who was looking at him. “Nothing. Like I said. I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m getting there.”
Hyunjoong huffed in frustration.
“Chunnie-ah!” Junsu called. “Bring me a drink.”
Yoochun laughed and quickly filled a glass with a fruity concoction without much alcohol. He brought it to the table and leaned over, hands on the smooth wood. He smiled, and Junsu traced his collarbones with a fingertip.
“Sexy,” Junsu whispered and then grabbed Yoochun’s hair and practically pulled him over the table for a kiss.
Yoochun heard the men cheering them on, but all he cared about was the smiling mouth pressed against his.
“Long hair is a good idea,” Junsu said, and Yunho moaned. “Want you to fuck me on this table.”
Yoochun smirked at the chorus of encouragement. “What is with you and tables, huh?”
Junsu laughed. “Good angles.”
“But weren’t you supposed to practice reading and writing today?”
Junsu pouted. “But--”
“And what did you do today instead? Watched dramas?”
Junsu’s pout deepened and Yoochun fought the urge to kiss it.
“Bad student.” Yoochun caved and licked at Junsu’s pout, pulling away before Junsu could kiss him. “Have fun with your admirers while you can, because when we get home--”
“Are you going to spank me, Teacher?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun laughed. “Maybe. If you be a good boy and study.”
Junsu growled, actually growled, and yanked Yoochun to him for a heavy kiss full of tongues and whimpers until hands slid down Yoochun’s back and gripped his ass. He stood up and leaned against the heated body behind him, ignoring the hands that went down his front, framed his cock a moment before gripping it.
He let the man grope him, eyes on Junsu’s scowling face. With a smile, he turned in the man’s arms and let their lips touch before pulling away. The man’s hands dropped to his ass and cupped firmly
“I have to get back to work,” Yoochun said, head titled back at the angle that showed off his neck.
Lips pressed against his skin and then a tongue went up to his ear. Yoochun shivered. “Such a waste that you don’t get paid to let me fuck you against the bar.”
Yoochun laughed and twisted until he was out of the man’s arms. He went back to the bar and looked over at Junsu. Yunho had him wrapped in his arms, mouth against his neck. But his eyes were on Yoochun. Glaring. Not accusing, but ... promising.
Yoochun gulped. He was in so much trouble.
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A tiny part of Yoochun panicked as Junsu tumbled them onto the bed. They were both tipsy, not drunk, definitely sober enough. But that wasn’t why it was so easy to fall between Junsu’s legs, slide his hands up his firm thighs, bite and suck hickys into his neck. Too soon. Too fast. Too ... too good.
Yoochun moaned and rocked his body against Junsu’s, mouth attached to his throat. Junsu threw his head back with a cry, fingers digging into Yoochun’s back.
“Naked, naked, naked.”
Too soon. Too much.
Yoochun lifted away and stripped Junsu of his clothes. He pressed the bottle of lube into Yoochun’s hand and moaned, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Yoochun cursed, hands fumbling with his belt and button of the jeans. He pushed them down, dumped lube on his cock and used one hand to cover his cock with lube and used the other to press two fingers into Junsu’s body.
Junsu clamped down around his fingers and urged Yoochun on with more moans and more whimpers. He yanked Yoochun down by his open shirt, covering his naked body. Their mouths collided together, and Junsu’s legs wrapped around Yoochun’s back, feet sliding up under his shirt. Yoochun followed the kiss sloppily. His hips jerked forward, his cock slid along Junsu’s, slick and heavy. He growled and forced himself to stop, hold himself down and thrust into Junsu, all the way, sinking into him, moans echoed around him. He thrust, fast and firm.
Too soon. Too much. Too good. So good.
Everything twisted and warped. His head felt like it was going to burst, but it was a different body part that did, and Junsu whimpered and Yoochun kept going until he couldn’t, until even the touch of the air and the clothes stuck to his skin was too sensitive.
Too much. Too soon.
Lips pressed against his cheek. Soft words tickled against his ear. The warm body underneath him shifted and Yoochun fell to the side, face plastered against the pillow before succumbing to sleep.
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Yoochun woke up to bright sunlight against his face. He moaned and rolled to the side and right off the edge of the bed. He lay stunned on the ground for a little while, unsure as to why his clothes stuck to his body, uncomfortable twist in his arms. Right. He either passed out or fell asleep after ... after ... He sat up and glanced over at the bed.
Junsu was still asleep and Yoochun leaned his chin on the edge of the bed and smiled. He looked angelic, wearing clothes (so he must have gotten up sometime in the morning because Yoochun remembered taking his clothes off) and curled up with a blanket. The sun hit at the perfect angle. and Yoochun reached to cup his ass before stopping himself. He didn’t want to wake Junsu up.
He got up and went to the bathroom, stripping his come-covered clothes and decided a shower was a great idea. He wasn’t hung over, but his body ached in all the right ways from having sex.
He slipped on a pair of sweatpants after his shower and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was brewing when arms wrapped around his waist and lips pressed against his bare shoulder.
“Morning,” Junsu mumbled.
Yoochun smiled and squeezed his arm. “Good morning.”
Junsu kissed the skin on his back, across his shoulders. He turned around and let himself be led back to the bed, coffee forgotten.
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Halfway back to sleep, to rest before his shift at work, Yoochun smiled when Junsu climbed into bed, arms and legs caging Yoochun in. He lifted his hand and slid them down Junsu’s sides and then under the soft cotton shirt. Their lips met briefly.
“You want more?” Yoochun said in surprise at the feel of Junsu’s erection pressed against his body. They’d been fucking all day.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Junsu, I--”
Junsu pulled away. “What now?”
“I feel like I’m using you.” Yoochun had spent most of the day thinking about it. At least he had during the time when Junsu wasn’t riding his cock.
“You are. God, I love it when you use me.” He slipped his hands into Yoochun’s sweatpants.
“I meant ... I’m ... it’s like you’re a rebound, to help me get over Jaejoong, and that isn’t fair to you at all.”
“With as desperate and eager as you are to fuck me, I’d say it’s pretty fair to me.”
“Su-ah, I’m serious,” he said and grabbed his wrists.
Junsu smiled. “I know. That’s your problem most of the time. Look, Yoochun. I’m using you, you’re using me.”
“You’re not using me.”
“Yes, I am. You think I know how to do this? You think I know how to have a relationship with someone? I don’t. You’re showing me how. You’re also showing me how to touch, come, play without being told, without being ordered. Sex with you is amazing, to me. It’s intense. It’s ... I can’t get enough of it. Therefore, I’m using you. We do like each other, you know. There isn’t anything wrong with what we’re doing.”
Yoochun sighed. “There really is.”
Junsu stared at him. He shrugged. “Okay. Fine.” He climbed off Yoochun and went to the couch. He turned on the TV and sat down with a huff. He found a soccer game. Yoochun huffed in frustration. He rubbed his erection through his pants and then followed. He sat down and Junsu slid over, keeping a few inches between them.
Usually, when something did not go Yoochun’s way, or he wanted to or had to deal with something, he went and got drunk instead. That wasn’t going to work. It worked when he was alone, dealing with his own feelings.
Okay, so it didn’t work, and it was a way for him to run away from his feelings, and then brood when he was sober and all of his problems were still there.
But it was tempting, but he could not deal with Junsu that way. Junsu wasn’t going anywhere unless Yoochun wanted to kick him out but that was not an option.
The last time he had gotten flat out drunk had been just a couple weeks ago. Because of Junsu. Which wasn’t fair to blame him.
Because he did not know how to deal with Junsu. That was definitely more accurate.
He reached over and ran his fingers up the outer seam of the sweatpants Junsu wore. He flinched but did nothing else. Yoochun twisted to his side, arm on the back of the couch. He moved his finger to Junsu’s skin, just below his ear. It was a little calculated because Junsu loved being touched. He ran his hand through Junsu’s hair, smiling as Junsu arched into it.
“You’re right, of course, you’re right,” Yoochun said.
Junsu grunted. “Now you just want into my pants.”
Yoochun smiled. “Maybe just in your mouth.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. He picked up one of the books on the floor and said, “Practice.” He scooted over into Yoochun’s body and they shifted until Junsu was curled up against him, book in his lap. Yoochun’s hands slid over his skin as Junsu read, and he whispered pronunciation corrections. Junsu paused every now and then to watch the soccer game, reading the words on the screen.
“I remember doing this when I was younger,” Junsu suddenly said. “I remember reading with my mom and my brother.”
Yoochun held his breath. Junsu had never talked of his family before.
“I wonder what happened to them.”
“I’m sure we could find them,” Yoochun replied.
Junsu shook his head and closed his book. “Maybe ... maybe later. I ... they sold me, remember? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see my mother again, or look at her with anything but contempt. A mother does not deserve to have her son look at her that way.”
Junsu curled against him, burying his face in Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun thought of his own mother and understood exactly what he meant. Even if his mother apologized for ostracizing him from the family, Yoochun knew it would take time to forgive her, forgive them. He’d been tossed aside like he was nothing by more than just Jaejoong. At least Jaejoong had been so heartbroken about breaking Yoochun’s spirit that he had cried when they had broken up and Yoochun had moved out. His mother had tossed him from the house with nothing short of disgust and disdain.
Maybe he would visit his brother in the army. Yoohwan had at least attempted to contact him when he could.
“Well, we do need to find out what your ID number is and if we can get you an updated ID card,” Yoochun said. “We’ll at least know something about your family during that process.”
“I’m not sure I want to do all that yet.”
“Well, you’ll need an ID to get a job.”
“Do I really need a job?”
Yoochun smiled at him. “Yes. You don’t want to live in this little hovel forever, do you?”
Junsu turned around, tossing the book to the floor, and straddled his lap, fingers running through his long hair. “As if this little hovel has anything to do with why I stay.”
Which took them back to what Yoochun had been thinking about all day. But as they kissed and shifted and Junsu’s clothes slid off, Yoochun figured that they could talk about it another time.
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Yunho was just another lawyer in a family of lawyers, and he promised that his son would never be a lawyer unless of course he wanted to be one. Yunho had wanted to dance. He had wanted to sing. He wanted to be a trainee and an idol. Instead, he protected them from entertainment companies to the best of his ability. It was difficult when young kids intent on being an idol signed a fifteen-year contract before they were even fifteen.
But because of his experience, he was able to get Junsu an ID, and even better, Yunho fabricated Junsu’s military service. It was something that could make him lose his right to practice law, but after a blowjob with Yoochun under the table and Junsu whispering sexy things into his ear, he was more willing.
“You know what he would be good at,” Hyunjoong said as he and Yoochun watched Junsu smile widely and show off his brand new ID to the customers. His hair was black now, styled and cut in a way that showed off his pretty face and the curve of his jaw. He looked a little older without the pink hair. He was wearing Yoochun black jeans again, the ones that were too tight, but showed off his thighs and ass so wonderful. The brown shirt with its black accents just made everything about Junsu seem older than just a few week ago.
“Sucking cock.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said and flipped around to face him.
“Just seeing if you were paying attention. I’m sure Junsu is great at sucking cock.”
“Fuck off.”
“He should be a host.”
“What?”
“Hosting.”
“Like at a host club?”
“Yeah. He’d be great at it. Think about it. It’s what he does when he comes here with you, at least at a proper club he’d get money for it.”
“No way.”
Hyunjoong smirked. “And, if he works at a host club, his clients will be women.”
Yoochun scowled and glanced at the table just in time to see a man lean over the table and touch his neck with fingertips.
Hyunjoong laughed. “It’s almost perfect. Really. I know a guy. I’ll ask him.”
“You should ask Junsu first.”
Hyunjoong flung his towel over his shoulder and said, “Good idea,” and sauntered toward Junsu’s table. He ignored Yoochun calling his name.
Yoochun watched as Junsu’s eyes widened at Hyunjoong’s suggestions, and smiled as the men grumbled in disappointment and tried to convince him with pretty words and touches to stay there and let them pay him. Junsu laughed with them, accepted a few kisses before Hyunjoong returned his attention with firm fingers gripped on his chin.
Junsu winced, the moment so brief before his smile was back. Concerned, Yoochun frowned, but Hyunjoong only held his chin long enough to press a light kiss to his lips and Yoochun’s scowl returned.
A host club. Not seeing all these men groping Junsu for attention.
The idea seemed better and better.
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“Are you okay?” Yoochun asked as he and Junsu walked home, hand in hand. They passed a bottle of soju between them as they walked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re awfully quiet,” Yoochun said. “Usually on the way home, you’re talking my ear off about what every man in there said and did.”
“It’s ... it’s nothing.”
“Is it because of when Hyunjoong gripped your chin?”
“You saw that?”
“Yeah.”
Junsu sighed.
“My uncle do that to you?”
“Usually followed by a slap or ... sometimes words are more painful.”
“Yeah.” Yoochun tugged his arm and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m pretty sure you’ve learned just how fucking sexy you are.”
Junsu laughed before taking another drink from the bottle. “Either that or everyone is horny.”
“You make them horny.”
“Should I make women horny?”
Yoochun smiled. “You’ll be good at it.”
“And as Hyunjoong said, it will keep you from being a possessive, jealous boyfriend.”
Yoochun stopped them and held Junsu by his shoulders. “Am I?”
“Possessive and jealous? Yes.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Not that. You’re boyfriend. Am I?”
“Isn’t that up to you? Didn’t we already have this conversation? And I told you before, ask me. I won’t say no.”
Yoochun let him go. Junsu smiled, took a swig from the bottle and sauntered away from him. Sauntered in a slightly wavy line. He put his arm around Junsu’s shoulders again to steady him and reached for the bottle.
“I say we save the rest of it and drink it off each other’s stomachs when we get home.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, sure.”
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You’re an idiot, Hyunjoong’s voice said in his head again. An utter idiot. How can you be fucking him, living with him, going out every day with him, and not consider him your boyfriend?
Yoochun sat up against the wall, legs crossed. Junsu slept with his head in Yoochun’s lap. The lights from the city bathed his skin in shades of pink and yellow. He smiled and ran his finger down Junsu’s neck, over the hicky he had sucked there earlier when he’d had three fingers inside Junsu’s body, and Junsu was coming without his cock being touched.
Junsu was amazing at his new job, and Yoochun wasn’t really surprised. The older ladies loved him, the younger ladies loved, everyone loved him, even his co-workers. He’d only been a host for a week, but he already had a steady amount of requests and clients that only wanted to talk to him. Even if there was a little bit of touching involved, it was usually enough to rile him up and come home to ride Yoochun’s cock until he collapsed.
Junsu squirmed a little in his sleep.
Yoochun had the hardest time not touching when Junsu looked so perfect. Junsu always looked so perfect.
“You keep touching me and I’m going to bite off your dick.”
Yoochun chuckled. “You like my dick.”
Junsu lifted his head, eyes narrowed in a glare. “It isn’t the only thing or even the most important thing I like about you.”
And Junsu kept saying things like that. Telling Yoochun he liked him a lot.
You’re an idiot.
“I’m an idiot,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu smiled and then broke off to yawn. He pushed himself up, muscles in his arms straining a bit before he was in Yoochun’s lap and lips pressed against his. They hadn’t cleaned up yet from their sexual activities and Junsu’s cleft was still sticky slick with come and lube. Yoochun moaned into his mouth and ran his hands down Junsu’s back to cup his plump ass.
Junsu sighed and reached behind himself, shifting until he could slide Yoochun back into his body.
Yoochun moaned at the grip around his cock, and Junsu sat, not moving but kissing Yoochun breathless.
“I still think this is stupid,” Yoochun gasped when Junsu finally moved.
Junsu hummed. “You still think you can get hurt again.”
“I still think we should be friends.”
“Last time I checked, we are friends.”
“I still think you need to know ...”
Junsu kissed him. “I do know, Chunnie-ah. I know that I like you. I know that you’re nice to me. I know that you fuck like a sex god. I know that you like your coffee black. I know that you wish you had time to write music. I know you hate your job. I know you miss your family. I know you want to go back to school. I know your dick feels perfect fucking into me as fast as your hips can move.”
Yoochun smiled and his chest clenched.
“And I know that you do every single thing with so much emotion that it can’t be anything but the most important thing to you. And I want to be the most important thing to you.”
Yoochun nodded. “You are. You are. Before ... before nothing just ... nothing was important to me but drinking and random sex. I ... god, Junsu.”
Junsu smirked and rolled his hips again. “Be my boyfriend,” he demanded.
Yoochun smiled. “Pretty sure I already am.”
“Good,” Junsu growled and demanded absolute, complete, and utter satisfaction.
Epilogue: Love
Part 8: Bodies
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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