Teach Me 4/5
Title: Teach Me 4/5?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 4: Aroused
Yoohwan gathered up the few pieces of clothing that had been tossed to the floor. He smiled at Yunho and said, “Follow me.”
“If I can walk.”
“I can start getting naked and give you incentive.”
Yunho moaned and pushed up from the couch.
Yoohwan laughed and headed to his bedroom. He was nervous. Which was weird. His hands were shaking. His breath short, but not from his cough. He tossed Yunho’s clothes to the floor and then pointed to the bed.
Yunho did not go, but went to Yoohwan for a hug and a firm kiss that had Yoohwan flushing and stammering something that sounded like, “You want to die?”
Yunho chuckled, let him go, and went to the bed. It gave Yoohwan a moment to take a deep breath. Breathe for a few moments. At least before grabbing lube and condoms. And then he was nervous again, but he had no idea why.
Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hands. Yoohwan walked there, feet shuffling a bit before moving between his knees. He tossed the lube and condoms on the bed.
Yunho’s arms went around his waist, face pressed to his chest. “I can’t ... do this, Yoohwannie.”
Yoohwan made a face. “Why not?”
Yunho looked up at him, chin digging into his sternum. “You’re just ... young, and aren’t you sick? I just ... don’t want to take advantage of--”
Yoohwan laughed. It was a very harsh noise that had Yunho frowning.
Yoohwan pushed away from him and climbed up on the bed. He did his best to modulate his voice, so he wasn’t snapping or yelling. “Being young doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing, hyung.”
Yunho turned his upper body and looked at him, swallowing roughly. “I ... I just ... don’t understand. I can’t ... this ...”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes, sat up enough to pull off his tank top, and then shimmied out of his jeans, yanking boxers with them.
Yunho visibly and audibly gulped.
Yoohwan smiled and held out his hands. “Come on.”
Yunho turned away with a head shake.
“It’s been almost a year since the last time I had a good orgasm,” Yoohwan said. “A good one, not from my own hands but from a cock buried inside me. Come on.”
Yoohwan stroked himself and watched Yunho’s back heave with deep breaths. He figured this was just who Yunho was. Too kind. Too soft. He did not want to hurt anyone. Yoohwan smiled. There was no way that he was going to tell (or even convince) Yunho how much this was not going to hurt him. To actually have sex because he wanted to? It still felt a little strange.
But if Yunho did not want to, well, he wasn’t exactly going to rape him. He knew better than that.
Shifting around, Yoohwan grabbed the bottle of lube. He snapped the lid open, noting Yunho twitch at the noise, and then poured a whole bunch on his hand. He rubbed his hands together, added a little more.
Turning around, on his hands and knees, Yoohwan said, “Well, I’m going to take care of this stubborn erection of mine. You can stay and watch, or if you leave, lock the door after yourself, please.”
Yoohwan dropped his head to the pillow and slipped one slick hand behind him. He pressed two fingers into himself, moaning and then hissing when he gripped his cock with his other hand. He half expected the door to shut, for Yunho to leave. Well, more than half expected, because when the bed dipped and there were shaking hands on his hips, Yoohwan gasped in surprise.
“You-You said you’d sh-show me.”
Yoohwan smirked over his shoulder. “So I did. So I am. Your turn. Fingers. Now.”
Yunho nodded, sliding one hand up his back. A slow touch, bumping over the scars on his back. “After?”
Yoohwan squeezed his eyes shut but sighed. “Fine. After. Now. Fingers.” He removed his own fingers, relaxing at the shaking, nervous touch. First one and then two, just over the crinkled skin. He bit his lip to shut up the comments of frustration, and just tried to be patient. Yunho was new at this. And after he told Yunho what he wanted to know, Yoohwan figured he’d never see Yunho again. He had to keep Yunho’s hands on him for as long as possible.
“How ... how much?” Yunho whispered, and then cleared his throat. “I mean, just ... how...” He pressed his finger into Yoohwan, just a little bit.
Yoohwan moaned and muttered, “All the way. Inside. Just all the way. In and out.” He had his hand on his cock again, stroking and twisting while Yunho pressed a little deeper.
“Damn,” Yunho whispered behind him. A breathy sound.
Yoohwan smiled. “More, hyung. More.”
Yunho’s finger went deeper and then pulled out, pumping slowly. Enjoy it, he told himself. Just enjoy it. It was strange to be touched so softly by someone who was not his brother. He smiled and relaxed.
Yunho pumped his finger slowly, and then took his other hand and ran it up and down the back of Yoohwan’s thigh.
“Two, please, two,” Yoohwan said, gasping almost. He flushed. A little embarrassed that Yunho had already managed to get him to beg. Even a little. “Two fingers, hyung.”
Yoohwan squeezed his eyes shut, tightening as Yunho’s finger left. A stream of lube dribbled between his cleft, followed by two fingers, rubbing his entrance and then pressing in.
Yunho actually moaned, and Yoohwan smiled again, sighing in pleasure as both fingers went in deep. Whispering, voice again more of a gasp than anything else, Yoohwan told Yunho to spread his fingers, pump them in and out, twist and to play. Yoohwan had no idea how long Yunho obeyed, how long he spread him open, with a third finger, and then a fourth, from the other hand.
Yoohwan’s hand pumped his erection, twists and flicks and fast, too tight and too much. He bit down on his pillow and whimpered. His whimper turned to a loud protest when Yunho’s fingers left him. He’d been so close to coming, and even with his hand still on his cock, the need dropped below simmer.
He glared at Yunho from under wisps of hair plastered to his head.
Yunho smiled. “Now what?”
“Well, I was about to come, so now you owe me,” Yoohwan said. “Make me come.”
Yunho bit his lip and said, “How? Fuck you?”
“God, yes.” Yoohwan twisted and sat up, enough to pull Yunho’s lips to his for a harsh kiss. He smiled at the dazed look on Yunho’s face. “Sexy.”
Yunho cleared his throat. “So are you.”
Yoohwan left one slick finger on Yunho’s nipple and found the condoms with his other hand. He had to pull the box open with his mouth, fingers yanking on a strip. Yunho took them from his hands. He was shaking.
“How many do I need?”
Yoohwan glanced at the clock. “Depends on how many times you can come in the next few hours.”
Yunho flushed deeply and only tore one condom off the strip.
Yoohwan laughed and took it from him. He ripped it open and then remembered that he was showing Yunho how to do this, so he explained the basics of rolling on a condom and then putting lube on it.
Yoohwan leaned back to the bed, legs up, hands behind his knees. “Now, just stick your dick inside me.”
Yunho rolled his eyes playfully and moved up toward him. “You’re a demanding minx, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan laughed. “I know. Fuck me.”
Yoohwan bit his lip against another laugh as Yunho shuffled over on his knees. He sort of felt bad that Yunho had no idea what he was doing, but sex wasn’t exactly complicated. Yunho held himself down, pressed his cock against Yoohwan’s body and pushed. He moaned, a heavy noise ripped from him as he fell over Yoohwan’s body and ended up shoving his entire cock into Yoohwan at once. It tore a quick cry from him.
One that had Yunho apologizing and attempting to pull away.
Yoohwan wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist and said, “Don’t. Move. Just ... move.”
“I can’t ... Fuck.” His hips rocked.
Yoohwan moaned and shut his eyes. “You aren’t hurting me,” he said, “you aren’t. Feels so good.” And it did. After so long without sex. So long without more than just fingers inside him. It’d been too many years it felt like.
Yunho was a bit wild, unrestrained. His gasps echoed through the room, his thrusts hard and without rhythm.
Yoohwan didn’t care. There’d be plenty of time to teach him. Now, he just sat there, fingers digging into Yunho’s arms and smiled at the feeling of being taken again, stretched open, fucked. His cock was hard, pressed between them, pulsing. He wanted to come, but not yet. He wanted to make this moment and this feeling last.
But Yunho was a virgin, a sexy gorgeous, fabulous virgin with no control, and he was coming too soon for Yoohwan to come first, biting Yoohwan’s neck as he orgasmed, his body shuddering, and then he collapsed, his breathing even heavy, full of little noises of disbelief.
Yoohwan ran his hands up over Yunho’s back, dragging over sweaty skin. “How was it?”
Yunho whimpered.
Laughing, Yoohwan hugged him. He was eager to keep going, but he forced himself to wait for a few minutes while Yunho calmed down. He showed Yunho how to tie off the condom for disposal, and then spent the next ten minutes kissing Yunho and getting him ready for another round.
“This time,” Yoohwan said crawling over Yunho’s lap with a smirk, “this time, I’m in charge.”
Yunho breathed out a noise of disbelief, one that had Yoohwan laughing. He grabbed another condom and rolled it over Yunho’s dick. God, he had a nice cock. Still hard. Quick recovery time.
“You have such a nice cock,” Yoohwan said.
“Um, thanks?”
Yoohwan dripped lube right over his erection and wrapped both hands up and down the shaft to spread it around.
“Fuck.”
With another laugh, Yoohwan crawled over him. He sat against his erection, rocking his hips. He took his slick fingers and ran them over Yunho’s chest, pausing at his nipples. Yunho’s eyes rolled back and his hands went to Yoohwan’s hips, squeezing tightly.
Shifting up, Yoohwan reached behind him and gripped Yunho’s cock. He held it up to this body before easily sinking down on it, eyes shutting from the small stretch. Yunho moaned, hips rolling, knees bending a little. He thrust up, and Yoohwan smiled and leaned over him. Their lips pressed together, their bodies moving a little for comfort and then Yoohwan moved, lifting his hips up and down, fucking himself on Yunho’s cock.
Yunho swore, the noise echoing through his room.
Yoohwan pressed up, hands on Yunho’s chest, and sped up his movements. He wanted a fucking orgasm.
“Hands,” Yoohwan said, almost growling. “Touch me. Come on.”
Shaking, Yunho did, wrapping his fingers around Yoohwan’s cock.
Yoohwan moaned, head tilted back. Yunho bucked up into him, and Yoohwan matched his pace. Too quick, but perfect. His orgasm had been interrupted too much, and like this, he was not going to stop, even if Yunho was done.
“Shit,” Yunho muttered and then screamed something else.
Yoohwan’s name.
It made him smile, and then laughed. He leaned back, changing the angle Yunho entered him and moved his hips forward instead of just up and down. It was almost perfect. With his mouth open, lips wet and ready, another cock, pressing into his throat would have made it perfect. He wondered if Yunho would agree to a threesome with someone, and then it was too hard to think around the pleasure.
Instead, he moved again, hips rocking faster, his mouth against Yunho’s.
Yunho twisted his hand, a different grip on his cock, but just enough. And it felt so good to have a different hand on his cock, after so long.
He moaned into Yunho’s mouth, hips jerking and his orgasm rushing through him. Not interrupted this time, thank gods. His arm collapsed and he buried his face against Yunho’s neck and then he was shuddering, vision going gray, sounds muffled and the electric touch of someone else’s skin, as he pumped his release all over Yunho’s stomach.
And then it was his turn to drop, fall against Yunho’s body and just breathe while his skin shivered and lightning twisted through his muscles.
Yunho wasn’t moving anymore either.
“Fuck,” Yoohwan muttered and tried to curl his hips, enjoying the sensations of little bursts of pleasure.
Yunho whimpered and begged him to stop moving.
Chuckling, Yoohwan pushed up with his hands flat on Yunho’s chest. He circled his hips, just to hear Yunho moan again, and then smiled and shut his eyes. He sat back, Yunho’s dick still inside him, and just breathed, head thrown back.
“God that felt so good,” Yoohwan said.
Yunho gasped. “Um, you’re welcome.”
With a burst of laughter, Yoohwan lifted up and let Yunho’s cock slap against his own stomach. He gripped him tightly, noting that the condom was full, and then took it off, tying it shut.
Waggling his eyebrows, he said, “More?”
Yunho moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Maybe.”
Yoohwan checked the time. It wasn’t even eight. “Let’s rest up a bit, maybe go get a drink. You have no more than thirty minutes before I want your dick back inside me.”
Yunho smiled, the curl of his lips the only thing Yoohwan could see. “I may only need fifteen.”
Yoohwan snuggled up against him, using his head to move his arm. “If you make and keep promises like that, I don’t think I’ll ever let you out of my bed.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Yoohwan laughed and twisted enough to get a blanket over the two of them. They had enough time to rest and fuck one more time before and get Yunho out the door before Yoochun got home from work. He snuggled against Yunho’s chest, smiling like crazy, and listened to him breathe.
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Yoohwan shot awake when the blanket was ripped off him.
“What the fuck is this?” Yoochun demanded, and Yoohwan blinked a few times and then realized he was naked, in bed with Yunho, who was slowly waking up.
“Hyung, what the hell?” Yoohwan shouted and pulled the blanket back.
“Get up, out of this bed right now.”
“No, what are you--”
Yunho suddenly moved, pulling the blanket closer to him. “Sorry. I am-”
“I was not talking to you,” Yoochun said and pointed at Yoohwan. He glared at Yunho. “Get out. Now.”
“Fuck you, hyung!” Yoohwan shouted. “What the hell?”
“He’s fucking fifteen,” Yoochun said, ignoring Yoohwan, and that was just about it.
Yoohwan stood up, not caring that he was naked and slapped Yoochun across the cheek. “Fuck you!”
Yoochun blinked at him and then narrowed his eyes slowly. “Get dressed. We need to talk. And you, get out.”
“We do not need to talk, shut up, stop dictating my life. I’m not a child anymore.”
“Yes you are!”
Yoohwan crossed his arms just to keep from smacking his hyung again. Yoochun’s cheek was red. He bit back an apology. He became aware of Yunho getting dressed.
“What are you even doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until ten!” Yoohwan said.
“You didn’t answer my texts or my phone calls.”
“Well, I was busy.”
“You should have--”
“So very sorry that I am not at your beck and call, hyung. How many times have I tried to call you and you haven’t answered because Changmin’s been balls deep in your ass?”
Yoochun said nothing, but watched as Yunho fumbled with the rest of his clothes. Yoohwan was pissed, and embarrassed, but mostly angry. He wanted to tell Yunho to stay, but it’d be much better if he left.
Yoohwan fought back a cough.
“Bye-bye, Yoohwannie,” Yunho muttered, and Yoochun growled.
The door shut behind him, and Yoohwan sped into motion, pulling on his own clothes.
“You cannot-”
“Fuck you,” Yoohwan said.
“I’m just trying to--”
“Fuck you.”
“Yoohwan.”
“Don’t talk to me. Go back to work. Leave me the fuck alone. I’ll be lucky if Yunho even talks to me ever again. You’ve embarrassed me, you’ve upset me, you’ve actually ruined something in my life that might have actually been normal. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”
Yoohwan left the bedroom, with Yoochun chasing after him. He went to the door and slipped on flip flops and a sweater.
“You are not allowed to--”
Yoohwan shot him a glare that shut him up. “Stop fucking pretending like I didn’t go through the same shit you did. Stop thinking that you’re the only one that gets to have sex because it feels good and not because it’s forced. Stop acting like my little ass wasn’t sold and fucked just as often as yours, okay? I’m not a child. I haven’t been a child since I was seven years old. You want to protect me, that’s just fine, but don’t do it without asking me if I want you to or not. Because honestly, I don’t want or need you to protect me if this is the way you’re going to do it.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t give a fuck. Not here.” And Yoohwan left. He barreled down the stairs, out the door, and managed to put two streets between them before he was curled over himself, coughing.
Part 5: Aware
Part 3: Awake
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 4: Aroused
Yoohwan gathered up the few pieces of clothing that had been tossed to the floor. He smiled at Yunho and said, “Follow me.”
“If I can walk.”
“I can start getting naked and give you incentive.”
Yunho moaned and pushed up from the couch.
Yoohwan laughed and headed to his bedroom. He was nervous. Which was weird. His hands were shaking. His breath short, but not from his cough. He tossed Yunho’s clothes to the floor and then pointed to the bed.
Yunho did not go, but went to Yoohwan for a hug and a firm kiss that had Yoohwan flushing and stammering something that sounded like, “You want to die?”
Yunho chuckled, let him go, and went to the bed. It gave Yoohwan a moment to take a deep breath. Breathe for a few moments. At least before grabbing lube and condoms. And then he was nervous again, but he had no idea why.
Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hands. Yoohwan walked there, feet shuffling a bit before moving between his knees. He tossed the lube and condoms on the bed.
Yunho’s arms went around his waist, face pressed to his chest. “I can’t ... do this, Yoohwannie.”
Yoohwan made a face. “Why not?”
Yunho looked up at him, chin digging into his sternum. “You’re just ... young, and aren’t you sick? I just ... don’t want to take advantage of--”
Yoohwan laughed. It was a very harsh noise that had Yunho frowning.
Yoohwan pushed away from him and climbed up on the bed. He did his best to modulate his voice, so he wasn’t snapping or yelling. “Being young doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing, hyung.”
Yunho turned his upper body and looked at him, swallowing roughly. “I ... I just ... don’t understand. I can’t ... this ...”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes, sat up enough to pull off his tank top, and then shimmied out of his jeans, yanking boxers with them.
Yunho visibly and audibly gulped.
Yoohwan smiled and held out his hands. “Come on.”
Yunho turned away with a head shake.
“It’s been almost a year since the last time I had a good orgasm,” Yoohwan said. “A good one, not from my own hands but from a cock buried inside me. Come on.”
Yoohwan stroked himself and watched Yunho’s back heave with deep breaths. He figured this was just who Yunho was. Too kind. Too soft. He did not want to hurt anyone. Yoohwan smiled. There was no way that he was going to tell (or even convince) Yunho how much this was not going to hurt him. To actually have sex because he wanted to? It still felt a little strange.
But if Yunho did not want to, well, he wasn’t exactly going to rape him. He knew better than that.
Shifting around, Yoohwan grabbed the bottle of lube. He snapped the lid open, noting Yunho twitch at the noise, and then poured a whole bunch on his hand. He rubbed his hands together, added a little more.
Turning around, on his hands and knees, Yoohwan said, “Well, I’m going to take care of this stubborn erection of mine. You can stay and watch, or if you leave, lock the door after yourself, please.”
Yoohwan dropped his head to the pillow and slipped one slick hand behind him. He pressed two fingers into himself, moaning and then hissing when he gripped his cock with his other hand. He half expected the door to shut, for Yunho to leave. Well, more than half expected, because when the bed dipped and there were shaking hands on his hips, Yoohwan gasped in surprise.
“You-You said you’d sh-show me.”
Yoohwan smirked over his shoulder. “So I did. So I am. Your turn. Fingers. Now.”
Yunho nodded, sliding one hand up his back. A slow touch, bumping over the scars on his back. “After?”
Yoohwan squeezed his eyes shut but sighed. “Fine. After. Now. Fingers.” He removed his own fingers, relaxing at the shaking, nervous touch. First one and then two, just over the crinkled skin. He bit his lip to shut up the comments of frustration, and just tried to be patient. Yunho was new at this. And after he told Yunho what he wanted to know, Yoohwan figured he’d never see Yunho again. He had to keep Yunho’s hands on him for as long as possible.
“How ... how much?” Yunho whispered, and then cleared his throat. “I mean, just ... how...” He pressed his finger into Yoohwan, just a little bit.
Yoohwan moaned and muttered, “All the way. Inside. Just all the way. In and out.” He had his hand on his cock again, stroking and twisting while Yunho pressed a little deeper.
“Damn,” Yunho whispered behind him. A breathy sound.
Yoohwan smiled. “More, hyung. More.”
Yunho’s finger went deeper and then pulled out, pumping slowly. Enjoy it, he told himself. Just enjoy it. It was strange to be touched so softly by someone who was not his brother. He smiled and relaxed.
Yunho pumped his finger slowly, and then took his other hand and ran it up and down the back of Yoohwan’s thigh.
“Two, please, two,” Yoohwan said, gasping almost. He flushed. A little embarrassed that Yunho had already managed to get him to beg. Even a little. “Two fingers, hyung.”
Yoohwan squeezed his eyes shut, tightening as Yunho’s finger left. A stream of lube dribbled between his cleft, followed by two fingers, rubbing his entrance and then pressing in.
Yunho actually moaned, and Yoohwan smiled again, sighing in pleasure as both fingers went in deep. Whispering, voice again more of a gasp than anything else, Yoohwan told Yunho to spread his fingers, pump them in and out, twist and to play. Yoohwan had no idea how long Yunho obeyed, how long he spread him open, with a third finger, and then a fourth, from the other hand.
Yoohwan’s hand pumped his erection, twists and flicks and fast, too tight and too much. He bit down on his pillow and whimpered. His whimper turned to a loud protest when Yunho’s fingers left him. He’d been so close to coming, and even with his hand still on his cock, the need dropped below simmer.
He glared at Yunho from under wisps of hair plastered to his head.
Yunho smiled. “Now what?”
“Well, I was about to come, so now you owe me,” Yoohwan said. “Make me come.”
Yunho bit his lip and said, “How? Fuck you?”
“God, yes.” Yoohwan twisted and sat up, enough to pull Yunho’s lips to his for a harsh kiss. He smiled at the dazed look on Yunho’s face. “Sexy.”
Yunho cleared his throat. “So are you.”
Yoohwan left one slick finger on Yunho’s nipple and found the condoms with his other hand. He had to pull the box open with his mouth, fingers yanking on a strip. Yunho took them from his hands. He was shaking.
“How many do I need?”
Yoohwan glanced at the clock. “Depends on how many times you can come in the next few hours.”
Yunho flushed deeply and only tore one condom off the strip.
Yoohwan laughed and took it from him. He ripped it open and then remembered that he was showing Yunho how to do this, so he explained the basics of rolling on a condom and then putting lube on it.
Yoohwan leaned back to the bed, legs up, hands behind his knees. “Now, just stick your dick inside me.”
Yunho rolled his eyes playfully and moved up toward him. “You’re a demanding minx, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan laughed. “I know. Fuck me.”
Yoohwan bit his lip against another laugh as Yunho shuffled over on his knees. He sort of felt bad that Yunho had no idea what he was doing, but sex wasn’t exactly complicated. Yunho held himself down, pressed his cock against Yoohwan’s body and pushed. He moaned, a heavy noise ripped from him as he fell over Yoohwan’s body and ended up shoving his entire cock into Yoohwan at once. It tore a quick cry from him.
One that had Yunho apologizing and attempting to pull away.
Yoohwan wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist and said, “Don’t. Move. Just ... move.”
“I can’t ... Fuck.” His hips rocked.
Yoohwan moaned and shut his eyes. “You aren’t hurting me,” he said, “you aren’t. Feels so good.” And it did. After so long without sex. So long without more than just fingers inside him. It’d been too many years it felt like.
Yunho was a bit wild, unrestrained. His gasps echoed through the room, his thrusts hard and without rhythm.
Yoohwan didn’t care. There’d be plenty of time to teach him. Now, he just sat there, fingers digging into Yunho’s arms and smiled at the feeling of being taken again, stretched open, fucked. His cock was hard, pressed between them, pulsing. He wanted to come, but not yet. He wanted to make this moment and this feeling last.
But Yunho was a virgin, a sexy gorgeous, fabulous virgin with no control, and he was coming too soon for Yoohwan to come first, biting Yoohwan’s neck as he orgasmed, his body shuddering, and then he collapsed, his breathing even heavy, full of little noises of disbelief.
Yoohwan ran his hands up over Yunho’s back, dragging over sweaty skin. “How was it?”
Yunho whimpered.
Laughing, Yoohwan hugged him. He was eager to keep going, but he forced himself to wait for a few minutes while Yunho calmed down. He showed Yunho how to tie off the condom for disposal, and then spent the next ten minutes kissing Yunho and getting him ready for another round.
“This time,” Yoohwan said crawling over Yunho’s lap with a smirk, “this time, I’m in charge.”
Yunho breathed out a noise of disbelief, one that had Yoohwan laughing. He grabbed another condom and rolled it over Yunho’s dick. God, he had a nice cock. Still hard. Quick recovery time.
“You have such a nice cock,” Yoohwan said.
“Um, thanks?”
Yoohwan dripped lube right over his erection and wrapped both hands up and down the shaft to spread it around.
“Fuck.”
With another laugh, Yoohwan crawled over him. He sat against his erection, rocking his hips. He took his slick fingers and ran them over Yunho’s chest, pausing at his nipples. Yunho’s eyes rolled back and his hands went to Yoohwan’s hips, squeezing tightly.
Shifting up, Yoohwan reached behind him and gripped Yunho’s cock. He held it up to this body before easily sinking down on it, eyes shutting from the small stretch. Yunho moaned, hips rolling, knees bending a little. He thrust up, and Yoohwan smiled and leaned over him. Their lips pressed together, their bodies moving a little for comfort and then Yoohwan moved, lifting his hips up and down, fucking himself on Yunho’s cock.
Yunho swore, the noise echoing through his room.
Yoohwan pressed up, hands on Yunho’s chest, and sped up his movements. He wanted a fucking orgasm.
“Hands,” Yoohwan said, almost growling. “Touch me. Come on.”
Shaking, Yunho did, wrapping his fingers around Yoohwan’s cock.
Yoohwan moaned, head tilted back. Yunho bucked up into him, and Yoohwan matched his pace. Too quick, but perfect. His orgasm had been interrupted too much, and like this, he was not going to stop, even if Yunho was done.
“Shit,” Yunho muttered and then screamed something else.
Yoohwan’s name.
It made him smile, and then laughed. He leaned back, changing the angle Yunho entered him and moved his hips forward instead of just up and down. It was almost perfect. With his mouth open, lips wet and ready, another cock, pressing into his throat would have made it perfect. He wondered if Yunho would agree to a threesome with someone, and then it was too hard to think around the pleasure.
Instead, he moved again, hips rocking faster, his mouth against Yunho’s.
Yunho twisted his hand, a different grip on his cock, but just enough. And it felt so good to have a different hand on his cock, after so long.
He moaned into Yunho’s mouth, hips jerking and his orgasm rushing through him. Not interrupted this time, thank gods. His arm collapsed and he buried his face against Yunho’s neck and then he was shuddering, vision going gray, sounds muffled and the electric touch of someone else’s skin, as he pumped his release all over Yunho’s stomach.
And then it was his turn to drop, fall against Yunho’s body and just breathe while his skin shivered and lightning twisted through his muscles.
Yunho wasn’t moving anymore either.
“Fuck,” Yoohwan muttered and tried to curl his hips, enjoying the sensations of little bursts of pleasure.
Yunho whimpered and begged him to stop moving.
Chuckling, Yoohwan pushed up with his hands flat on Yunho’s chest. He circled his hips, just to hear Yunho moan again, and then smiled and shut his eyes. He sat back, Yunho’s dick still inside him, and just breathed, head thrown back.
“God that felt so good,” Yoohwan said.
Yunho gasped. “Um, you’re welcome.”
With a burst of laughter, Yoohwan lifted up and let Yunho’s cock slap against his own stomach. He gripped him tightly, noting that the condom was full, and then took it off, tying it shut.
Waggling his eyebrows, he said, “More?”
Yunho moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Maybe.”
Yoohwan checked the time. It wasn’t even eight. “Let’s rest up a bit, maybe go get a drink. You have no more than thirty minutes before I want your dick back inside me.”
Yunho smiled, the curl of his lips the only thing Yoohwan could see. “I may only need fifteen.”
Yoohwan snuggled up against him, using his head to move his arm. “If you make and keep promises like that, I don’t think I’ll ever let you out of my bed.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Yoohwan laughed and twisted enough to get a blanket over the two of them. They had enough time to rest and fuck one more time before and get Yunho out the door before Yoochun got home from work. He snuggled against Yunho’s chest, smiling like crazy, and listened to him breathe.
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Yoohwan shot awake when the blanket was ripped off him.
“What the fuck is this?” Yoochun demanded, and Yoohwan blinked a few times and then realized he was naked, in bed with Yunho, who was slowly waking up.
“Hyung, what the hell?” Yoohwan shouted and pulled the blanket back.
“Get up, out of this bed right now.”
“No, what are you--”
Yunho suddenly moved, pulling the blanket closer to him. “Sorry. I am-”
“I was not talking to you,” Yoochun said and pointed at Yoohwan. He glared at Yunho. “Get out. Now.”
“Fuck you, hyung!” Yoohwan shouted. “What the hell?”
“He’s fucking fifteen,” Yoochun said, ignoring Yoohwan, and that was just about it.
Yoohwan stood up, not caring that he was naked and slapped Yoochun across the cheek. “Fuck you!”
Yoochun blinked at him and then narrowed his eyes slowly. “Get dressed. We need to talk. And you, get out.”
“We do not need to talk, shut up, stop dictating my life. I’m not a child anymore.”
“Yes you are!”
Yoohwan crossed his arms just to keep from smacking his hyung again. Yoochun’s cheek was red. He bit back an apology. He became aware of Yunho getting dressed.
“What are you even doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until ten!” Yoohwan said.
“You didn’t answer my texts or my phone calls.”
“Well, I was busy.”
“You should have--”
“So very sorry that I am not at your beck and call, hyung. How many times have I tried to call you and you haven’t answered because Changmin’s been balls deep in your ass?”
Yoochun said nothing, but watched as Yunho fumbled with the rest of his clothes. Yoohwan was pissed, and embarrassed, but mostly angry. He wanted to tell Yunho to stay, but it’d be much better if he left.
Yoohwan fought back a cough.
“Bye-bye, Yoohwannie,” Yunho muttered, and Yoochun growled.
The door shut behind him, and Yoohwan sped into motion, pulling on his own clothes.
“You cannot-”
“Fuck you,” Yoohwan said.
“I’m just trying to--”
“Fuck you.”
“Yoohwan.”
“Don’t talk to me. Go back to work. Leave me the fuck alone. I’ll be lucky if Yunho even talks to me ever again. You’ve embarrassed me, you’ve upset me, you’ve actually ruined something in my life that might have actually been normal. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”
Yoohwan left the bedroom, with Yoochun chasing after him. He went to the door and slipped on flip flops and a sweater.
“You are not allowed to--”
Yoohwan shot him a glare that shut him up. “Stop fucking pretending like I didn’t go through the same shit you did. Stop thinking that you’re the only one that gets to have sex because it feels good and not because it’s forced. Stop acting like my little ass wasn’t sold and fucked just as often as yours, okay? I’m not a child. I haven’t been a child since I was seven years old. You want to protect me, that’s just fine, but don’t do it without asking me if I want you to or not. Because honestly, I don’t want or need you to protect me if this is the way you’re going to do it.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t give a fuck. Not here.” And Yoohwan left. He barreled down the stairs, out the door, and managed to put two streets between them before he was curled over himself, coughing.
Part 5: Aware
Part 3: Awake
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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