Smarty Smarty 22/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 22/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 22:
Junsu licked another wet line down Yoochun’s torso, purposely bypassing his nipple. He bit down just above Yoochun’s hip, pulling a startled cry from his captive. He licked over the spot a couple of times, and then left a line of purple hickys across his stomach, to his belly button.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun said, voice layered with disbelief.
It made Junsu grin. For once, he wasn’t the one that was a mess when it came to this. Not that he was calm, the shaking of his hands showed how nervous he was, but they were currently clutching at the blankets on each side of Yoochun’s body, so Yoochun couldn’t tell. He sucked on patches of skin to Yoochun’s other hip, added a matching bite, and then licked up his side.
Yoochun’s moans made him shiver from something other than nerves.
Junsu ran his tongue along Yoochun’s collar bones, sucking up the skin in the valleys, biting on his neck and shoulders.
“Junsu, fuck, please, let me touch you. Please.”
“No. Punishment, remember?”
Yoochun whimpered.
Junsu shut his eyes as the sound caused a wave of pleasure through his body. His cock jerked in the confines of his jeans. He sat up, ass right on Yoochun’s crotch and unbuttoned his jeans to relieve the pressure. Junsu bypassed the rest of Yoochun’s body and slipped down to between his legs. He ran a teasing finger up Yoochun’s hard cock.
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a gasp.
Junsu gripped him, stroked up and down, making Yoochun squirm. With a smirk, Junsu leaned forward and bit down on Yoochun’s inner thigh.
“Fuck, Junsu!”
“Yeah, baby?”
Yoochun gasped, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
A particularly loud moan had both of their heads whipping to the other bed. Changmin kneeled behind Jaejoong, hands spreading his ass while he licked at his hole. Jaejoong was almost screaming behind the tie.
“God, that’s hot,” Junsu said.
“Yes, it is,” Yoochun replied with a laugh.
They watched the couple for a moment, Junsu’s hold on Yoochun’s cock light, teasing.
“I think the only problem is that I still have clothes on,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. Get naked, preacher boy.”
Junsu bit his thigh again. “Don’t call me that anymore.”
Yoochun ran his hand over Junsu’s face. “Sorry.”
“Did I say you could touch me?”
Yoochun tried to look contrite as he put his hand back over his head, but the smile ruined it.
“You’re an ass.”
“I love your ass.”
Junsu shimmied out of his jeans and then went right back to licking and sucking on Yoochun’s body while his hand stroked Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun whimpered.
Junsu looked up Yoochun’s body from his position between his legs. He smirked and then very slowly stuck his tongue out and touched it to the tip of Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun eyes widened further with a whine. His hips thrust up, and then Junsu licked the length, stopping at the ridge before circling the crown.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said and pushed Junsu’s head away right before a string of come shot from his cock and covered his stomach.
Junsu laughed. “Quick.”
Yoochun gasped, chest heaving and he fell against the bed. “Your fault. Sexy.”
Junsu climbed over Yoochun’s body and kissed him. “Not much of a punishment. I’m going to have to take lessons from Jaejoong.”
“No, you’re not. I can teach you just as well.”
“You two are sluts.”
“Yes.”
They looked over at the other two again. Changmin was fucking Jaejoong, and Junsu could tell it was more about emotions than it was about pleasure.
“I say we leave these two alone and get out of this emotionally constricting room.”
“Good idea,” Junsu said and he rolled off the bed and stood up. “Min.”
Changmin didn’t reply, eyes glued to his cock disappearing into Jaejoong’s body. Junsu reached out and touched his cheek. Changmin jerked alert, eyes wild before focusing on Junsu.
Junsu smiled. “We’re going to go to your room, okay?”
Changmin nodded. Junsu looked down and watched Changmin fuck Jaejoong for a moment.
“Sexy,” he said and touched a single fingertip to Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s eyes shut with a groan and he sped up.
Junsu kissed him, quick and deep, and said, “Next time you see me, I doubt I’ll be a virgin. So get a good look.”
Changmin laughed and did as he was told, eyes racking over Junsu’s naked skin. He took one hand off Jae’s hip and stroked Junsu’s half hard cock. Junsu moaned and kissed him again.
“Hey now,” Yoochun said, pulling Junsu’s arm. “It was your idea to leave. You want to stay now?”
Junsu broke from Changmin’s lips and smiled. “No. Let’s go.” They slipped on sweatpants and quickly left the room. Their lips attached, Yoochun pushed him up against the wall in the hallway. Junsu moaned, hands on Yoochun’s hips, slipping under clothes. Yoochun growled and spun them, walking Junsu backwards, trying to find their way down the hall. They slammed into a wall again. Junsu ground their hips together. Yoochun moaned loudly.
“God, I want to suck on you, Su, drop to my knees right here and swallow your dick.”
Junsu groaned, fingers digging into Yoochun’s ass.
A throat cleared behind them. Yoochun jerked away, and with eyes heavy with lust, they looked down the hall.
Heechul stood there, jeans riding low on his hips, a smirk on his face. “Either take this to your room, or come to my room.”
Junsu laughed. He pushed Yoochun away from him enough that he could take his hand and they walked toward Heechul. “Sorry. It’s-”
Heechul looked down at Junsu crotch. “Hard, I know.”
Junsu laughed again, and to Heechul’s surprise, kissed him, long enough for it to be a kiss, but not long enough for it to upset Yoochun. “This is not for you this time,” he said, grabbing his cloth-covered erection. He tugged Yoochun past him.
Yoochun shrugged at Heechul’s look and said, “It’s a long story. I’ll explain it tomorrow.”
Heechul smirked.
As soon as the door to Yoochun’s room was shut behind them, Junsu pinned him against it and ravished his mouth again.
“Going to go for Heechul now?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu pulled back. “Tell me I can’t.”
Yoochun sighed and bit his lip.
Junsu smiled in victory. “But don’t worry. I don’t think I need Heechul. He’d just be what my brother called a quick fuck. But you. I need you. So fucking much right now.”
“God, what did your brother say to you?” Yoochun asked as Junsu led him to the bed. He lay on his back, arms above his head like he had been before. Junsu undressed them both, and then straddled Yoochun’s hips.
“He told me a lot of things. Gave me a lot of details. We talked for hours, Chunnie, and god, it’s like, this whole new brother that I didn’t know I had was suddenly there. I’m supposed to thank you for him, by the way.”
“For what?”
“You and Jaejoong, for, and his words were, ‘kissing some sense into me’.”
Yoochun laughed, leaned up and kissed Junsu quickly.
“We also talked about … like commitment and stuff, and he told me not to fall in love, because being so young, falling in love just meant getting your heart broken, and that with you and Jaejoong and Changmin that I should learn everything I can and then branch out. He pretty much told me to be a slut.”
Yoochun smiled. “I don’t suggest you do that. Ask Jaejoong. Nameless, emotionless sex isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Jaejoong is different though, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“I always have, Su.”
“So why am I with you and why is he with Changmin?”
“Um … because we’re selfish?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, you are. Want to take what you want from my body?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back with a groan. He lifted his hips and pushed their bodies together. “Is my punishment over?”
“Yes.”
In the next moment, the room spun and Junsu found him self flipped over and under Yoochun with a tongue in his mouth. He really didn’t care. His hands tangled in Yoochun’s hair and he followed the kiss with eager noises and nips on Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun was shaking. “Fuck, Su.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I know, I’m just … so … fuck.”
His lips attached to Junsu’s neck, sucking and biting down to his shoulders, across his collar bone. Junsu ran his hands over Yoochun’s back, down to his ass and pulled his hips, sliding their bodies together, erections pressed together. Yoochun cried out, eyes shutting and then bypassed all of Junsu’s skin and wrapped his tongue around Junsu’s cock.
It was Junsu’s turn to scream. The sweet, agonizing pressure from Yoochun’s mouth gripped the head of his cock and then slid down, moving slowly, over the length of him. Wet and warm, tight and loose. He tried to watch through blurry, half-lidded eyes as his cock disappeared into Yoochun’s mouth. He moaned and arched up, gagging Yoochun. He tried to stammer an apology, but it was cut off as too much pleasure rushed through him and, he cried out. White flashed behind his eyelids, and his body jerked as he came into Yoochun’s mouth.
“Do it again,” Junsu said. “Fuck, do it again.”
Yoochun chuckled. He kissed the inside of Junsu’s thigh, the bend in his hip, his abs and chest and nipples, up to this collar bone. Their lips pressed together, their kiss full of the tangy taste of come. Junsu moaned, arms wrapped around Yoochun’s body, holding him close. Yoochun’s hand caressed his side, and along his leg. After a single tug, Junsu lifted his leg and wrapped it around Yoochun’s hips. Yoochun’s fingers caressed his skin, dancing along the curve of his ass.
Junsu couldn’t help the shivers that assailed him when Yoochun’s fingers touched his entrance.
“You sure about this, Su-ah?” Yoochun asked.
“Yes, please. Yes.”
Yoochun continued to kiss him, and did nothing more than lightly press his finger against his hole. Nothing more, until Junsu realized, through his slightly panicked brain, that Yoochun was waiting for him to relax. He broke away from the kiss, eyes shut and took a deep breath, focusing on that touch until it wasn’t scary and he wanted to feel more of it. His cock was still hard, pressed between their bodies.
Yoochun pecked his lips. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Junsu opened his eyes to watch as Yoochun moved to his desk and opened a drawer for a bottle of lube. He was nervous, but as the bottle shook while Yoochun spread lube on his fingers, Junsu knew that Yoochun was as well.
“Why are you nervous?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun sort of smiled. “I don’t want to hurt you, and this is going to hurt.”
“True, but at least I’m not letting Changmin fuck me first.”
Yoochun laughed. He came back to the bed, and they rearranged to their previous position. Yoochun’s slick finger touched his hole. Their lips pressed together, and Junsu moaned into the kiss as Yoochun’s finger pressed into him, shallow, not much, and before Junsu could wince from the slight sting, he withdrew it. Their lips parted long enough for Yoochun to pour more lube on his finger and then they kissed again.
Junsu was in heaven, or the deviant, sex-filled equivalent. Junho had said that preparation would feel amazing, and it did. And it was a form of torture as Yoochun pushed more and more of that single finger inside him. There was a thing called a prostate that Yoochun may or may not find, his brother said, and Junsu wanted to ask Yoochun, but couldn’t, mind too clouded with lust and need.
A foreign voice (his own but so lustful and greedy) moaned when a second finger pushed in with the first. Yoochun asked him if he was okay. Voice lost, Junsu nodded. It felt weird, but in a good way, and god, so full, so fucking full and stretched and-Junsu shivered when Yoochun rotated his fingers, spreading them apart.
Lips pressed against his, but Junsu couldn’t kiss Yoochun back, mouth open, gasping as the world tilted around him. He was dizzy, eyes shut tight, as even the bed felt like it was buckling, trying to throw him away.
He cried out in pain when more was added to him, and Yoochun stopped, whispering words to him he wasn’t sure he heard. Yoochun’s other hand rubbed up and down his thigh and stomach, trying to calm him down, and Junsu concentrated on that voice, took deep breaths. More lube was poured on his body and then the pressure came back, the pain didn’t increase, but settled in his stomach.
A soft caress of lips pressed against his cheek, and Junsu realized he was crying, and the fingers had stopped moving, settling inside him, calm compared to Junsu’s shaking.
“Su-ah, Su-ah,” Yoochun whispered, caring and quiet.
Junsu whimpered, and then the lips moved to his and they were kissing again, kissing until the pressure was bearable and the pain was little more than a sting in the deepest parts of him.
“You with me, now?’ Yoochun asked, kissing Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu nodded.
“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this all right now.”
“No,” Junsu managed. “No. Just … I … just do it, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Yoochun said, lips dancing over Junsu’s lips.
“I know. But I want you. I want this. Please, Yoochun.”
Junsu winced when Yoochun removed his fingers.
He grabbed his pillows. “Put these under you, Su. It will be better.”
Shaking and with help from Yoochun, Junsu did, raising his hips up.
“Wait,” Junsu said as Yoochun tipped the lube. He held his hand out, and Yoochun smiled before pouring the lube on Junsu’s hand. Still shaking, but more from lust, Junsu wrapped his slick hand around Yoochun’s erection and stroked him. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a moan. He gripped Junsu’s knees and thrust into his hand, groaning as Junsu twisted his fists.
“Okay, fuck, Su, stop or I’m going to come all over you.”
Junsu stopped and then said, “Come inside me.”
Yoochun’s whole body quivered. He moved his hands to behind Junsu’s thighs and spread him open. With one hand, he pressed the head of his cock against Junsu’s clenching hole. Junsu’s breath caught and he bit his lip against a scream as the head breached him, whining a moment later when Yoochun pulled back and pressed in again, Each press pulled another whimper, another moan, another cry from Junsu’s lips. He heard Yoochun tell him to relax, but he couldn’t and the pain was suddenly gone, and lips against his.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, much needed oxygen permeated his brain enough that Yoochun’s whispers permeated his hearing.
“Gorgeous, Su-ah, and perfect and amazing, and-”
“Chunnie?”
“Huh?”
“Shut up for a minute.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him.
Another few minutes and Junsu took a deep relaxing breath. Yoochun had moved the pillows and thrown a blanket over them. Junsu nestled into his hold.
Yoochun kissed the top of his head.
“My ass is going to be sore tomorrow,” Junsu said with a pout.
“Yes.”
“Your fault.”
“Why? It’s not like I stole your virginity.”
“Take care of me anyway.”
“I will.”
Junsu met his lips and their kiss deepened. Lust sparked in Junsu’s body again and he broke away with a smile. “No more sex tonight, but it’s still relatively early.”
Yoochun grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
“Suck on me again?”
“Are you going to force me? I’m all tuckered out.”
Junsu wrapped his fingers around Yoochun’s half hard cock, stroking only twice before it filled again. “Huh. Look at that. He’s not all tuckered out.”
Yoochun grinned and emulated Junsu with a hand around Junsu’s cock.
“Consider it part of your punishment,” Junsu said.
“Do I call you master?”
“If you want.”
Yoochun laughed slinked down Junsu’s body. He wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock. Junsu moaned and shifting, wincing a bit at the pain in his lower back. And then Yoochun’s throat was around him and who the fuck cared about a little bit of pain?
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Junsu said, eyes shutting with pleasure.
Yoochun hummed, jerking a startled cry from Junsu as his cock pulsed. He was surprised when a finger circled his entrance, he wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but when it slipped inside him, Junsu whimpered and thrust up, begging for more as pain and pleasure warred in his brain. Yoochun’s mouth and tongue and fingers fell in sync with Junsu’s moans and whimpers. Junsu tangled hands in Yoochun’s hair, yanking up and down, begging for more in gasps and stilted speech. Yoochun’s fingers twisted and Junsu cried out as everything went black, and his nerves felt like they were on fire. He came again in Yoochun’s throat, falling boneless as the pleasure left him all at once.
Yoochun kissed up his body, stealing his lips in a frantic kiss. Moments later he shuddered and warmth splattered on Junsu’s stomach right before Yoochun collapsed on top of him, out of breath.
Junsu was too tired and exhausted and absolutely sated to make him move.
Part 23: extra credit
Part 21: cockrings, and spankings and gags ... oh my!
Part 20: decisions, decisions, decisions
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 22:
Junsu licked another wet line down Yoochun’s torso, purposely bypassing his nipple. He bit down just above Yoochun’s hip, pulling a startled cry from his captive. He licked over the spot a couple of times, and then left a line of purple hickys across his stomach, to his belly button.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yoochun said, voice layered with disbelief.
It made Junsu grin. For once, he wasn’t the one that was a mess when it came to this. Not that he was calm, the shaking of his hands showed how nervous he was, but they were currently clutching at the blankets on each side of Yoochun’s body, so Yoochun couldn’t tell. He sucked on patches of skin to Yoochun’s other hip, added a matching bite, and then licked up his side.
Yoochun’s moans made him shiver from something other than nerves.
Junsu ran his tongue along Yoochun’s collar bones, sucking up the skin in the valleys, biting on his neck and shoulders.
“Junsu, fuck, please, let me touch you. Please.”
“No. Punishment, remember?”
Yoochun whimpered.
Junsu shut his eyes as the sound caused a wave of pleasure through his body. His cock jerked in the confines of his jeans. He sat up, ass right on Yoochun’s crotch and unbuttoned his jeans to relieve the pressure. Junsu bypassed the rest of Yoochun’s body and slipped down to between his legs. He ran a teasing finger up Yoochun’s hard cock.
Yoochun’s eyes shut with a gasp.
Junsu gripped him, stroked up and down, making Yoochun squirm. With a smirk, Junsu leaned forward and bit down on Yoochun’s inner thigh.
“Fuck, Junsu!”
“Yeah, baby?”
Yoochun gasped, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
A particularly loud moan had both of their heads whipping to the other bed. Changmin kneeled behind Jaejoong, hands spreading his ass while he licked at his hole. Jaejoong was almost screaming behind the tie.
“God, that’s hot,” Junsu said.
“Yes, it is,” Yoochun replied with a laugh.
They watched the couple for a moment, Junsu’s hold on Yoochun’s cock light, teasing.
“I think the only problem is that I still have clothes on,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. Get naked, preacher boy.”
Junsu bit his thigh again. “Don’t call me that anymore.”
Yoochun ran his hand over Junsu’s face. “Sorry.”
“Did I say you could touch me?”
Yoochun tried to look contrite as he put his hand back over his head, but the smile ruined it.
“You’re an ass.”
“I love your ass.”
Junsu shimmied out of his jeans and then went right back to licking and sucking on Yoochun’s body while his hand stroked Yoochun’s cock.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun whimpered.
Junsu looked up Yoochun’s body from his position between his legs. He smirked and then very slowly stuck his tongue out and touched it to the tip of Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun eyes widened further with a whine. His hips thrust up, and then Junsu licked the length, stopping at the ridge before circling the crown.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said and pushed Junsu’s head away right before a string of come shot from his cock and covered his stomach.
Junsu laughed. “Quick.”
Yoochun gasped, chest heaving and he fell against the bed. “Your fault. Sexy.”
Junsu climbed over Yoochun’s body and kissed him. “Not much of a punishment. I’m going to have to take lessons from Jaejoong.”
“No, you’re not. I can teach you just as well.”
“You two are sluts.”
“Yes.”
They looked over at the other two again. Changmin was fucking Jaejoong, and Junsu could tell it was more about emotions than it was about pleasure.
“I say we leave these two alone and get out of this emotionally constricting room.”
“Good idea,” Junsu said and he rolled off the bed and stood up. “Min.”
Changmin didn’t reply, eyes glued to his cock disappearing into Jaejoong’s body. Junsu reached out and touched his cheek. Changmin jerked alert, eyes wild before focusing on Junsu.
Junsu smiled. “We’re going to go to your room, okay?”
Changmin nodded. Junsu looked down and watched Changmin fuck Jaejoong for a moment.
“Sexy,” he said and touched a single fingertip to Changmin’s cock. Changmin’s eyes shut with a groan and he sped up.
Junsu kissed him, quick and deep, and said, “Next time you see me, I doubt I’ll be a virgin. So get a good look.”
Changmin laughed and did as he was told, eyes racking over Junsu’s naked skin. He took one hand off Jae’s hip and stroked Junsu’s half hard cock. Junsu moaned and kissed him again.
“Hey now,” Yoochun said, pulling Junsu’s arm. “It was your idea to leave. You want to stay now?”
Junsu broke from Changmin’s lips and smiled. “No. Let’s go.” They slipped on sweatpants and quickly left the room. Their lips attached, Yoochun pushed him up against the wall in the hallway. Junsu moaned, hands on Yoochun’s hips, slipping under clothes. Yoochun growled and spun them, walking Junsu backwards, trying to find their way down the hall. They slammed into a wall again. Junsu ground their hips together. Yoochun moaned loudly.
“God, I want to suck on you, Su, drop to my knees right here and swallow your dick.”
Junsu groaned, fingers digging into Yoochun’s ass.
A throat cleared behind them. Yoochun jerked away, and with eyes heavy with lust, they looked down the hall.
Heechul stood there, jeans riding low on his hips, a smirk on his face. “Either take this to your room, or come to my room.”
Junsu laughed. He pushed Yoochun away from him enough that he could take his hand and they walked toward Heechul. “Sorry. It’s-”
Heechul looked down at Junsu crotch. “Hard, I know.”
Junsu laughed again, and to Heechul’s surprise, kissed him, long enough for it to be a kiss, but not long enough for it to upset Yoochun. “This is not for you this time,” he said, grabbing his cloth-covered erection. He tugged Yoochun past him.
Yoochun shrugged at Heechul’s look and said, “It’s a long story. I’ll explain it tomorrow.”
Heechul smirked.
As soon as the door to Yoochun’s room was shut behind them, Junsu pinned him against it and ravished his mouth again.
“Going to go for Heechul now?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu pulled back. “Tell me I can’t.”
Yoochun sighed and bit his lip.
Junsu smiled in victory. “But don’t worry. I don’t think I need Heechul. He’d just be what my brother called a quick fuck. But you. I need you. So fucking much right now.”
“God, what did your brother say to you?” Yoochun asked as Junsu led him to the bed. He lay on his back, arms above his head like he had been before. Junsu undressed them both, and then straddled Yoochun’s hips.
“He told me a lot of things. Gave me a lot of details. We talked for hours, Chunnie, and god, it’s like, this whole new brother that I didn’t know I had was suddenly there. I’m supposed to thank you for him, by the way.”
“For what?”
“You and Jaejoong, for, and his words were, ‘kissing some sense into me’.”
Yoochun laughed, leaned up and kissed Junsu quickly.
“We also talked about … like commitment and stuff, and he told me not to fall in love, because being so young, falling in love just meant getting your heart broken, and that with you and Jaejoong and Changmin that I should learn everything I can and then branch out. He pretty much told me to be a slut.”
Yoochun smiled. “I don’t suggest you do that. Ask Jaejoong. Nameless, emotionless sex isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Jaejoong is different though, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“I always have, Su.”
“So why am I with you and why is he with Changmin?”
“Um … because we’re selfish?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, you are. Want to take what you want from my body?”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back with a groan. He lifted his hips and pushed their bodies together. “Is my punishment over?”
“Yes.”
In the next moment, the room spun and Junsu found him self flipped over and under Yoochun with a tongue in his mouth. He really didn’t care. His hands tangled in Yoochun’s hair and he followed the kiss with eager noises and nips on Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun was shaking. “Fuck, Su.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I know, I’m just … so … fuck.”
His lips attached to Junsu’s neck, sucking and biting down to his shoulders, across his collar bone. Junsu ran his hands over Yoochun’s back, down to his ass and pulled his hips, sliding their bodies together, erections pressed together. Yoochun cried out, eyes shutting and then bypassed all of Junsu’s skin and wrapped his tongue around Junsu’s cock.
It was Junsu’s turn to scream. The sweet, agonizing pressure from Yoochun’s mouth gripped the head of his cock and then slid down, moving slowly, over the length of him. Wet and warm, tight and loose. He tried to watch through blurry, half-lidded eyes as his cock disappeared into Yoochun’s mouth. He moaned and arched up, gagging Yoochun. He tried to stammer an apology, but it was cut off as too much pleasure rushed through him and, he cried out. White flashed behind his eyelids, and his body jerked as he came into Yoochun’s mouth.
“Do it again,” Junsu said. “Fuck, do it again.”
Yoochun chuckled. He kissed the inside of Junsu’s thigh, the bend in his hip, his abs and chest and nipples, up to this collar bone. Their lips pressed together, their kiss full of the tangy taste of come. Junsu moaned, arms wrapped around Yoochun’s body, holding him close. Yoochun’s hand caressed his side, and along his leg. After a single tug, Junsu lifted his leg and wrapped it around Yoochun’s hips. Yoochun’s fingers caressed his skin, dancing along the curve of his ass.
Junsu couldn’t help the shivers that assailed him when Yoochun’s fingers touched his entrance.
“You sure about this, Su-ah?” Yoochun asked.
“Yes, please. Yes.”
Yoochun continued to kiss him, and did nothing more than lightly press his finger against his hole. Nothing more, until Junsu realized, through his slightly panicked brain, that Yoochun was waiting for him to relax. He broke away from the kiss, eyes shut and took a deep breath, focusing on that touch until it wasn’t scary and he wanted to feel more of it. His cock was still hard, pressed between their bodies.
Yoochun pecked his lips. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Junsu opened his eyes to watch as Yoochun moved to his desk and opened a drawer for a bottle of lube. He was nervous, but as the bottle shook while Yoochun spread lube on his fingers, Junsu knew that Yoochun was as well.
“Why are you nervous?” Junsu asked.
Yoochun sort of smiled. “I don’t want to hurt you, and this is going to hurt.”
“True, but at least I’m not letting Changmin fuck me first.”
Yoochun laughed. He came back to the bed, and they rearranged to their previous position. Yoochun’s slick finger touched his hole. Their lips pressed together, and Junsu moaned into the kiss as Yoochun’s finger pressed into him, shallow, not much, and before Junsu could wince from the slight sting, he withdrew it. Their lips parted long enough for Yoochun to pour more lube on his finger and then they kissed again.
Junsu was in heaven, or the deviant, sex-filled equivalent. Junho had said that preparation would feel amazing, and it did. And it was a form of torture as Yoochun pushed more and more of that single finger inside him. There was a thing called a prostate that Yoochun may or may not find, his brother said, and Junsu wanted to ask Yoochun, but couldn’t, mind too clouded with lust and need.
A foreign voice (his own but so lustful and greedy) moaned when a second finger pushed in with the first. Yoochun asked him if he was okay. Voice lost, Junsu nodded. It felt weird, but in a good way, and god, so full, so fucking full and stretched and-Junsu shivered when Yoochun rotated his fingers, spreading them apart.
Lips pressed against his, but Junsu couldn’t kiss Yoochun back, mouth open, gasping as the world tilted around him. He was dizzy, eyes shut tight, as even the bed felt like it was buckling, trying to throw him away.
He cried out in pain when more was added to him, and Yoochun stopped, whispering words to him he wasn’t sure he heard. Yoochun’s other hand rubbed up and down his thigh and stomach, trying to calm him down, and Junsu concentrated on that voice, took deep breaths. More lube was poured on his body and then the pressure came back, the pain didn’t increase, but settled in his stomach.
A soft caress of lips pressed against his cheek, and Junsu realized he was crying, and the fingers had stopped moving, settling inside him, calm compared to Junsu’s shaking.
“Su-ah, Su-ah,” Yoochun whispered, caring and quiet.
Junsu whimpered, and then the lips moved to his and they were kissing again, kissing until the pressure was bearable and the pain was little more than a sting in the deepest parts of him.
“You with me, now?’ Yoochun asked, kissing Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu nodded.
“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this all right now.”
“No,” Junsu managed. “No. Just … I … just do it, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Yoochun said, lips dancing over Junsu’s lips.
“I know. But I want you. I want this. Please, Yoochun.”
Junsu winced when Yoochun removed his fingers.
He grabbed his pillows. “Put these under you, Su. It will be better.”
Shaking and with help from Yoochun, Junsu did, raising his hips up.
“Wait,” Junsu said as Yoochun tipped the lube. He held his hand out, and Yoochun smiled before pouring the lube on Junsu’s hand. Still shaking, but more from lust, Junsu wrapped his slick hand around Yoochun’s erection and stroked him. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a moan. He gripped Junsu’s knees and thrust into his hand, groaning as Junsu twisted his fists.
“Okay, fuck, Su, stop or I’m going to come all over you.”
Junsu stopped and then said, “Come inside me.”
Yoochun’s whole body quivered. He moved his hands to behind Junsu’s thighs and spread him open. With one hand, he pressed the head of his cock against Junsu’s clenching hole. Junsu’s breath caught and he bit his lip against a scream as the head breached him, whining a moment later when Yoochun pulled back and pressed in again, Each press pulled another whimper, another moan, another cry from Junsu’s lips. He heard Yoochun tell him to relax, but he couldn’t and the pain was suddenly gone, and lips against his.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, much needed oxygen permeated his brain enough that Yoochun’s whispers permeated his hearing.
“Gorgeous, Su-ah, and perfect and amazing, and-”
“Chunnie?”
“Huh?”
“Shut up for a minute.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed him.
Another few minutes and Junsu took a deep relaxing breath. Yoochun had moved the pillows and thrown a blanket over them. Junsu nestled into his hold.
Yoochun kissed the top of his head.
“My ass is going to be sore tomorrow,” Junsu said with a pout.
“Yes.”
“Your fault.”
“Why? It’s not like I stole your virginity.”
“Take care of me anyway.”
“I will.”
Junsu met his lips and their kiss deepened. Lust sparked in Junsu’s body again and he broke away with a smile. “No more sex tonight, but it’s still relatively early.”
Yoochun grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
“Suck on me again?”
“Are you going to force me? I’m all tuckered out.”
Junsu wrapped his fingers around Yoochun’s half hard cock, stroking only twice before it filled again. “Huh. Look at that. He’s not all tuckered out.”
Yoochun grinned and emulated Junsu with a hand around Junsu’s cock.
“Consider it part of your punishment,” Junsu said.
“Do I call you master?”
“If you want.”
Yoochun laughed slinked down Junsu’s body. He wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock. Junsu moaned and shifting, wincing a bit at the pain in his lower back. And then Yoochun’s throat was around him and who the fuck cared about a little bit of pain?
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Junsu said, eyes shutting with pleasure.
Yoochun hummed, jerking a startled cry from Junsu as his cock pulsed. He was surprised when a finger circled his entrance, he wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but when it slipped inside him, Junsu whimpered and thrust up, begging for more as pain and pleasure warred in his brain. Yoochun’s mouth and tongue and fingers fell in sync with Junsu’s moans and whimpers. Junsu tangled hands in Yoochun’s hair, yanking up and down, begging for more in gasps and stilted speech. Yoochun’s fingers twisted and Junsu cried out as everything went black, and his nerves felt like they were on fire. He came again in Yoochun’s throat, falling boneless as the pleasure left him all at once.
Yoochun kissed up his body, stealing his lips in a frantic kiss. Moments later he shuddered and warmth splattered on Junsu’s stomach right before Yoochun collapsed on top of him, out of breath.
Junsu was too tired and exhausted and absolutely sated to make him move.
Part 23: extra credit
Part 21: cockrings, and spankings and gags ... oh my!
Part 20: decisions, decisions, decisions
Part 19: postponing the present
Part 18: confronting the past
Part 17: more understanding
Part 16: understanding
Part 15: realizations at home
Part 14: the visit home
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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