Oneshot| Nerves
Title: Nerves
Pairing: HoSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu's nervous before a concert. Yunho's willing to help.
A/N: Written for a prompt in the SM smut/kink anon meme. IDK where this really came from. I thought my muse was fried >.>
Nerves are a fact of life for him.
The batteries that keep him going, but somehow, one way or another, they're too much or too little and he's only got a little time left to pull himself before he has to go out and be Xiah Junsu- the star of Asia.
He sighs. The pressure is immense.
A hand on his shoulder makes him jump and has him falling all over an amplifier, turning around with red coloring his cheeks and the sort of breathlessness that only anxiety and tightly wound nerves triggered can bring.
It's just Yunho, but Junsu doesn't know what to say and he tries to smile confidently, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and he just knows that he's transparent like nothing else.
"Nervous?"
Yunho doesn't have to ask- it's pretty much a given- and he's already spinning Junsu around to knead the knots out of Junsu's shoulders, tutting at the tense muscle he finds there.
Junsu nods wordlessly. Yunho already knows the answer, it's the grace of having been together so long. He sighs behind Junsu, stopping his futile massage and holding Junsu flush against him, lining up their bodies and wrapping his arms around Junsu, hands wandering down to tight abs, caressing lovingly before long fingers come to rest on the low waistband of his pants, stilling.
"You want me to help you?"
Junsu sucks in a sharp sigh, the thought that they could get caught at any moment running through him like a knife, the fact that their concert begins in not-long-enough very real.
He nods once. He doesn't care; he needs this.
Yunho's hands are quick to undo the front of his pants, sliding down the tight fabric to give him just enough room to do his work. He strokes Junsu to full hardness before turning the baritenor around and pushing a little, trapping him against the amplifier Junsu had tripped over earlier.
Yunho flashes Junsu a wicked grin and slides his boxers down at a pace slow enough to be tantalizing, bringing his mouth close enough for his breath to ghost over Junsu's cock, earning a soft moan from the younger man. The leader gives the length a daring lick, noting the way that Junsu's fingers close over the edge of the amplifier, knuckles white. Yunho allows himself a chuckle before swirling his tongue around the head of Junsu cock, teasing the slit, taking his time.
"C-cut out the playful shit Yunho. We don't... have time."
Yunho hums his assent in a low bass tone that Junsu doesn't think he's ever found so sexy and deepthroats him without a warning, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard. A low cry leaves Junsu and he claws at the side of the amplifier in a desperate attempt to resist bucking into Yunho's mouth that takes all that's left of his mind.
The leader catches on quick, moving his hands to hold onto Junsu's hips and starting to bob his head up and down Junsu's length, a low note issuing from his throat making the baritenor's toes curl from the sensation.
Yunho has Junsu coming in minutes, releasing into the leader's mouth with something between a sigh and a groan, breathless. Yunho swallows every drop, licking his lips while he helps Junsu pull up his pants and boxers, the sound of a coordi calling for them for final wardrobe checks reaching them from not too far off.
Yunho smiles brightly as Junsu stands, slinging an arm around his shoulder fondly, "Ready for show time now?"
Junsu's expression makes it look like he's almost forgotten about it completely, but a thankful smile appears on his face a few moments later.
"Yeah. Thanks, hyung."
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Umm... RIE TOLD ME TO POST IT! *runs away from the fail*
COMMENTS ARE LOVE. (please. comment. i'm so sad right now.. seriously.)
Pairing: HoSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Junsu's nervous before a concert. Yunho's willing to help.
A/N: Written for a prompt in the SM smut/kink anon meme. IDK where this really came from. I thought my muse was fried >.>
Nerves are a fact of life for him.
The batteries that keep him going, but somehow, one way or another, they're too much or too little and he's only got a little time left to pull himself before he has to go out and be Xiah Junsu- the star of Asia.
He sighs. The pressure is immense.
A hand on his shoulder makes him jump and has him falling all over an amplifier, turning around with red coloring his cheeks and the sort of breathlessness that only anxiety and tightly wound nerves triggered can bring.
It's just Yunho, but Junsu doesn't know what to say and he tries to smile confidently, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and he just knows that he's transparent like nothing else.
"Nervous?"
Yunho doesn't have to ask- it's pretty much a given- and he's already spinning Junsu around to knead the knots out of Junsu's shoulders, tutting at the tense muscle he finds there.
Junsu nods wordlessly. Yunho already knows the answer, it's the grace of having been together so long. He sighs behind Junsu, stopping his futile massage and holding Junsu flush against him, lining up their bodies and wrapping his arms around Junsu, hands wandering down to tight abs, caressing lovingly before long fingers come to rest on the low waistband of his pants, stilling.
"You want me to help you?"
Junsu sucks in a sharp sigh, the thought that they could get caught at any moment running through him like a knife, the fact that their concert begins in not-long-enough very real.
He nods once. He doesn't care; he needs this.
Yunho's hands are quick to undo the front of his pants, sliding down the tight fabric to give him just enough room to do his work. He strokes Junsu to full hardness before turning the baritenor around and pushing a little, trapping him against the amplifier Junsu had tripped over earlier.
Yunho flashes Junsu a wicked grin and slides his boxers down at a pace slow enough to be tantalizing, bringing his mouth close enough for his breath to ghost over Junsu's cock, earning a soft moan from the younger man. The leader gives the length a daring lick, noting the way that Junsu's fingers close over the edge of the amplifier, knuckles white. Yunho allows himself a chuckle before swirling his tongue around the head of Junsu cock, teasing the slit, taking his time.
"C-cut out the playful shit Yunho. We don't... have time."
Yunho hums his assent in a low bass tone that Junsu doesn't think he's ever found so sexy and deepthroats him without a warning, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard. A low cry leaves Junsu and he claws at the side of the amplifier in a desperate attempt to resist bucking into Yunho's mouth that takes all that's left of his mind.
The leader catches on quick, moving his hands to hold onto Junsu's hips and starting to bob his head up and down Junsu's length, a low note issuing from his throat making the baritenor's toes curl from the sensation.
Yunho has Junsu coming in minutes, releasing into the leader's mouth with something between a sigh and a groan, breathless. Yunho swallows every drop, licking his lips while he helps Junsu pull up his pants and boxers, the sound of a coordi calling for them for final wardrobe checks reaching them from not too far off.
Yunho smiles brightly as Junsu stands, slinging an arm around his shoulder fondly, "Ready for show time now?"
Junsu's expression makes it look like he's almost forgotten about it completely, but a thankful smile appears on his face a few moments later.
"Yeah. Thanks, hyung."
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Umm... RIE TOLD ME TO POST IT! *runs away from the fail*
COMMENTS ARE LOVE. (please. comment. i'm so sad right now.. seriously.)