How to (Make) Love 5/12
Title: How to (Make) Love
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 16, Yunho is 28.
Summary: Yunho looks for the ones who are used to abuse, the ones no one misses when he takes them home. He teaches them about pleasure and finds them a new place to live. He'd never thought one of them would teach him something as well.
When Yunho woke Junsu up for dinner, Changmin and Jaejoong were gone.
Junsu was surprised that Yunho had only lightly touched his shoulder and called his name. No cuddling or.. after how excited he’d seemed earlier, Junsu had expected him to want more.
Yunho also seemed more distant than usual when they were eating. Some days he would ask Junsu to sit really close, or in his lap even, and some of those days he’d feed him, get distracted, and feed him something else.
Today, they sat on opposite sides of the table.
“Did you see how much Jaejoong enjoyed himself?” Yunho asked.
Junsu nodded. Yunho took another bite before he asked: “Did it feel good to you too?”
“Yes,” Junsu replied, staring at his plate. He felt slightly uncomfortable, because he wasn’t sure what Yunho wanted to hear. It wasn't because he had a problem with discussing sex over dinner, sex was his job.
...was it still? Just a job?
Yunho looked at him. “Do you prefer topping?”
Junsu hastily shook his head. “No, no, I-”
Yunho waved his hand. “Don’t mind me, I genuinely want to know how you feel.”
Junsu thought about it before he answered again. “I don’t really like.. I mean.. it feels good, but.. I felt like he expected me to make it amazing and I wasn’t sure if I could.” His voice became softer towards the end and he ducked his head again.
“Oh, he loved it,” Yunho reassured him, “but I know what you mean, dealing with expectations and responsibility.” He chuckled. “And Jaejoong can be very demanding.”
Junsu looked up. “Why is he not with you anymore.” He regretted asking that question right after.
But Yunho didn’t seem to mind at all. “He and Changmin fit together.”
“So.. he wanted to leave you?”
“Actually, when I first came with the suggestion to introduce him to someone, he wouldn’t hear of it.”
Yunho’s casual tone gave Junsu the courage to keep talking.
“Why did you?”
“Because I thought that they’d be perfect for each other.” Yunho gave him a look that made Junsu even more uncomfortable. It wasn’t that Yunho looked annoyed or angry, it was more.. sad.
“I’ll look for someone who’s perfect for you too, and when I find him I’ll let you know,” Yunho said, as if that was something Junsu had been worried about.
‘What if you’re perfect for me?’ Junsu thought. But he didn’t say it, and he told himself that he couldn’t be sure of that either. It was just a vague feeling.. right? He barely knew this man.
Yunho sent him back to bed, saying that he should try to get some sleep during the night and get into a healthier rhythm. He offered him a sleeping pill to make it easier.
There was still something Junsu really wanted to say, and if he didn’t say it now, he wasn’t sure when he’d get another opportunity.
“Yunho-shi?”
Yunho sat down on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”
“If you don’t find someone for me, can I stay? Because.. then I don’t want you to look.”
Yunho looked surprised for a short moment, and then he asked: “Why?”
“Because.. I-I like being here.” That was true, but was it a good enough reason to convince Yunho? “And.. and I’ll try to please you, and.. it would just be a waste of your money if you just let me go.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly. He closed them and shook his head.
“Junsu, you don’t owe me anything.”
“.. you said you paid a lot-”
Yunho stroked Junsu’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Being with you for a single night is worth more than what he asked for all of you. I just paid him to let you go, I didn't buy you as my slave. You don’t owe me anything.”
That wasn’t really what Junsu had meant to say. He didn’t feel like that.. he felt.. he didn’t know what he felt.
“Try to sleep,” Yunho said. He gave him a small smile and stood up.
Yunho didn’t join him, saying he still had work to do, and to Junsu the big bed was cold and empty and bigger without him.
He felt drowsy regardless.
But he didn’t want to fall asleep yet. He wanted to wait up for Yunho, so he got out and sat on a chair, wrapped up in a blanket for warmth, but not comfortable enough to sleep.. hopefully.
Junsu woke up in the bed, alone. Sunlight tried to find a way in past the edges of the curtains.
Yunho must have moved him without waking him up. Junsu wondered why, and then he wondered why it made him sad that Yunho had chosen not to use him last night.
Hwa Yun told him that Yunho had already left for work. She made him the best breakfast in the world and demanded to know why he looked so down.
Junsu smiled, because he was starting to feel like he had a mother.
It was a few conversations and songs later that he realised what that meant. He felt loved.
Hwa Yun was cleaning the windows today. They were big and there were a lot of them. She said it usually took her a few days to do the whole house, and Ji Eun was at school, so Junsu offered to help.
It was quite a satisfying job. He’d climb on a step ladder and start at the top, slowly work his way down and enjoy the view as he made it clearer.
Hwa Yun told him funny stories about her life and he felt he got to know her a little better with all of them. When she didn’t talk, she sang, and Junsu sang along.
They finished a few rooms, and lost track of time, and suddenly Hwa Yun remembered that she still had laundry to do and Junsu said that he could go on without her.
It wasn’t as much fun alone, but he kept singing and he still liked it.
One time when he glanced at the city below, he wondered if he’d have to leave here and go back there soon, and his voice broke. But he picked up a happy song Hwa Yun had taught him and pushed away the thought.
When he noticed that the sun was starting to sink, he looked at it for a while, still singing. And when he finally turned around to reach for his bucket, there were spots in front of his eyes and he couldn’t see clearly, so the person suddenly standing at the door shocked him even more.
Junsu jerked up, forgetting where he was. His stomach turned when he lost his balance and grip. He was vaguely aware of the sound of quick footsteps on the wooden floor and then he managed to grab the ladder again and clung to it.
“Be careful,” Yunho’s voice sounded below him, slightly out of breath.
Junsu opened his eyes and looked down. Yunho was holding the ladder and looking up at him. “I’m sorry I scared you.” He stepped back a bit and raised his arms.
Junsu felt like a small child when he turned around, stepped down and let Yunho catch him, but it had been scary, even if he hadn’t been that high up, and he was still shaking a bit.
There was a sort of awe in Yunho’s eyes when he looked at him from up close, and Junsu didn’t understand until Yunho said: “You have an amazing voice.”
Junsu wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist and buried his face into his shoulder. “I missed you.”
He had no idea where that came from. It had sounded muffled, but he knew that Yunho must have heard him and his cheeks filled with heat.
Yunho slowly pushed him away a bit. Junsu was afraid to look up, but at the same time he couldn’t stop himself.
Yunho’s expression was soft, that was the only way Junsu could describe it, and he wanted to melt in his arms when Yunho said: “I missed you too.”
He was lifted and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist, eager to be carried to the bedroom.
Junsu wondered if Yunho minded that his clothes had been splattered with dirty water and that his hands smelled like soap, but he forgot all about everything when his back hit softness and Yunho hovered over him.
“I know it’s my fault for sneaking up on you, but be please careful. It nearly stopped my heart when it looked like you were going to fall.”
Junsu could only nod. Yunho’s face was so close, and it only seemed to come closer, like they were drawn towards each other.
He could almost feel Yunho’s breath on his cheeks. He licked his lips, just a habit when he was nervous, but Yunho’s eyes shot down to his mouth.
There was a short silence before Yunho said: “I don’t kiss.”
Junsu lowered his eyes and nodded, trying to swallow the rejection, because that was what it was, even if Yunho’s voice hadn’t sounded very strong.
He understood though, he wanted Yunho to know that. “No one does.” Not his lips. A couple of men had kissed other parts of him, but never his mouth.
His eyes flew open when he felt the press of Yunho’s lips on his own.
Yunho’s eyes were closed. He moved his lips against Junsu’s and then slowly nudged his mouth open.
Junsu’s head spun. He knew he had to move too, and that it probably wasn’t half as enjoyable for Yunho if he just kept his mouth slack like this, but he couldn’t.. too shocked.
He wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when Yunho pulled away and moved the kisses down to his neck.
There was this pleasant buzz in his head the whole time Yunho pleasured him with his mouth and hands and still when he returned the favour.
That evening Yunho did go to bed at the same time, and Junsu felt confident enough to press up to him without being asked to come closer.
He sighed contentedly when Yunho wrapped an arm around him and kept it there.
He loved waking up next to the man he loved. The voice in his head that told him to care about the age difference had gone silent a long time ago.
He opened his eyes, but felt like he was still dreaming. Broad shoulders, muscled back, tanned skin.
He tried to move, his body was sore. It only made him feel better. What had he been called last night? Desirable? He blushed once again.
Maybe he really was still dreaming, because time suddenly sped up and they were both out of bed, fully dressed and facing each other.
He heard his voice try to form words and fail. The man he loved with all his heart just stood there and watched him stammer unintelligibly in disbelief. No hugs, no kisses.
Time sped up again. He was sitting in his lap, the lap of the man who broke his heart. They kissed, or rather, he was forcefully pulled into a kiss. It tasted bitter, bitter and dry and his lips hurt from the pressure. He pushed and scratched and pushed again until he could finally breathe.
“Why?” He heard himself say. He had asked so many times. The answer never changed.
The man laughed and shook his head. “I had to get married some day. You know I love you. But I love her too and she has the right gender and the right age and money, that’s all.” He teasingly slapped his cheek. “Don’t look so sad. You know I’ll come visit you every now and then. We just have to be even more careful than before and make sure no one finds out.”
The answer never changed.
And he never came. After that day and that last, bitter kiss, he never visited again.
Maybe she’d found out already. Maybe he’d lied. Maybe he’d lied all along.
Maybe he’d lied about wanting him and liking him and thinking of him and missing him.
He’d lied about longing to see him again and aching for his touch and being together forever and lov-
“Yunho.. Yunho-shi?”
Yunho jerked awake, really awake.
He felt a warm hand on his cheek and a thumb wiping his- ...had he cried?
He quickly sat up. There was a gasp and a body fell away from him.
Yunho reached for the light switch. He blinked at the brightness and then looked into Junsu’s shocked eyes.
He rubbed his face and tried to clear his head. When he looked up again, Junsu was sitting on his knees, a little closer.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho said, looking away to hide his embarrassment. “Nightmare.”
Junsu moved towards him, carefully like he expected another sudden movement. Yunho wanted to stop him, but he didn’t.
“C-can I do something to help you forget?” Junsu asked. It sounded so sincere.
The boy didn’t know what he was saying, how impossible... Yunho couldn’t forget. He could never forget. The memory was too real for that, much more than just a nightmare.
Junsu moved a leg over his and straddled his thighs. His pretty face came closer.
Again, Yunho wanted to stop him but couldn’t.
Junsu’s arms slid around his neck and then there was the tentative touch of soft, moist lips against his own.
A warm tongue carefully pushed into his mouth and Yunho’s first thought was how sweet it tasted, so sweet.
Then he couldn’t think anymore, and all memories were lost in the feel of Junsu’s lips and body, the soft warmth pressed against, into and around him.
6. Cuddling
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 16, Yunho is 28.
Summary: Yunho looks for the ones who are used to abuse, the ones no one misses when he takes them home. He teaches them about pleasure and finds them a new place to live. He'd never thought one of them would teach him something as well.
When Yunho woke Junsu up for dinner, Changmin and Jaejoong were gone.
Junsu was surprised that Yunho had only lightly touched his shoulder and called his name. No cuddling or.. after how excited he’d seemed earlier, Junsu had expected him to want more.
Yunho also seemed more distant than usual when they were eating. Some days he would ask Junsu to sit really close, or in his lap even, and some of those days he’d feed him, get distracted, and feed him something else.
Today, they sat on opposite sides of the table.
“Did you see how much Jaejoong enjoyed himself?” Yunho asked.
Junsu nodded. Yunho took another bite before he asked: “Did it feel good to you too?”
“Yes,” Junsu replied, staring at his plate. He felt slightly uncomfortable, because he wasn’t sure what Yunho wanted to hear. It wasn't because he had a problem with discussing sex over dinner, sex was his job.
...was it still? Just a job?
Yunho looked at him. “Do you prefer topping?”
Junsu hastily shook his head. “No, no, I-”
Yunho waved his hand. “Don’t mind me, I genuinely want to know how you feel.”
Junsu thought about it before he answered again. “I don’t really like.. I mean.. it feels good, but.. I felt like he expected me to make it amazing and I wasn’t sure if I could.” His voice became softer towards the end and he ducked his head again.
“Oh, he loved it,” Yunho reassured him, “but I know what you mean, dealing with expectations and responsibility.” He chuckled. “And Jaejoong can be very demanding.”
Junsu looked up. “Why is he not with you anymore.” He regretted asking that question right after.
But Yunho didn’t seem to mind at all. “He and Changmin fit together.”
“So.. he wanted to leave you?”
“Actually, when I first came with the suggestion to introduce him to someone, he wouldn’t hear of it.”
Yunho’s casual tone gave Junsu the courage to keep talking.
“Why did you?”
“Because I thought that they’d be perfect for each other.” Yunho gave him a look that made Junsu even more uncomfortable. It wasn’t that Yunho looked annoyed or angry, it was more.. sad.
“I’ll look for someone who’s perfect for you too, and when I find him I’ll let you know,” Yunho said, as if that was something Junsu had been worried about.
‘What if you’re perfect for me?’ Junsu thought. But he didn’t say it, and he told himself that he couldn’t be sure of that either. It was just a vague feeling.. right? He barely knew this man.
Yunho sent him back to bed, saying that he should try to get some sleep during the night and get into a healthier rhythm. He offered him a sleeping pill to make it easier.
There was still something Junsu really wanted to say, and if he didn’t say it now, he wasn’t sure when he’d get another opportunity.
“Yunho-shi?”
Yunho sat down on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”
“If you don’t find someone for me, can I stay? Because.. then I don’t want you to look.”
Yunho looked surprised for a short moment, and then he asked: “Why?”
“Because.. I-I like being here.” That was true, but was it a good enough reason to convince Yunho? “And.. and I’ll try to please you, and.. it would just be a waste of your money if you just let me go.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly. He closed them and shook his head.
“Junsu, you don’t owe me anything.”
“.. you said you paid a lot-”
Yunho stroked Junsu’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Being with you for a single night is worth more than what he asked for all of you. I just paid him to let you go, I didn't buy you as my slave. You don’t owe me anything.”
That wasn’t really what Junsu had meant to say. He didn’t feel like that.. he felt.. he didn’t know what he felt.
“Try to sleep,” Yunho said. He gave him a small smile and stood up.
Yunho didn’t join him, saying he still had work to do, and to Junsu the big bed was cold and empty and bigger without him.
He felt drowsy regardless.
But he didn’t want to fall asleep yet. He wanted to wait up for Yunho, so he got out and sat on a chair, wrapped up in a blanket for warmth, but not comfortable enough to sleep.. hopefully.
Junsu woke up in the bed, alone. Sunlight tried to find a way in past the edges of the curtains.
Yunho must have moved him without waking him up. Junsu wondered why, and then he wondered why it made him sad that Yunho had chosen not to use him last night.
Hwa Yun told him that Yunho had already left for work. She made him the best breakfast in the world and demanded to know why he looked so down.
Junsu smiled, because he was starting to feel like he had a mother.
It was a few conversations and songs later that he realised what that meant. He felt loved.
Hwa Yun was cleaning the windows today. They were big and there were a lot of them. She said it usually took her a few days to do the whole house, and Ji Eun was at school, so Junsu offered to help.
It was quite a satisfying job. He’d climb on a step ladder and start at the top, slowly work his way down and enjoy the view as he made it clearer.
Hwa Yun told him funny stories about her life and he felt he got to know her a little better with all of them. When she didn’t talk, she sang, and Junsu sang along.
They finished a few rooms, and lost track of time, and suddenly Hwa Yun remembered that she still had laundry to do and Junsu said that he could go on without her.
It wasn’t as much fun alone, but he kept singing and he still liked it.
One time when he glanced at the city below, he wondered if he’d have to leave here and go back there soon, and his voice broke. But he picked up a happy song Hwa Yun had taught him and pushed away the thought.
When he noticed that the sun was starting to sink, he looked at it for a while, still singing. And when he finally turned around to reach for his bucket, there were spots in front of his eyes and he couldn’t see clearly, so the person suddenly standing at the door shocked him even more.
Junsu jerked up, forgetting where he was. His stomach turned when he lost his balance and grip. He was vaguely aware of the sound of quick footsteps on the wooden floor and then he managed to grab the ladder again and clung to it.
“Be careful,” Yunho’s voice sounded below him, slightly out of breath.
Junsu opened his eyes and looked down. Yunho was holding the ladder and looking up at him. “I’m sorry I scared you.” He stepped back a bit and raised his arms.
Junsu felt like a small child when he turned around, stepped down and let Yunho catch him, but it had been scary, even if he hadn’t been that high up, and he was still shaking a bit.
There was a sort of awe in Yunho’s eyes when he looked at him from up close, and Junsu didn’t understand until Yunho said: “You have an amazing voice.”
Junsu wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist and buried his face into his shoulder. “I missed you.”
He had no idea where that came from. It had sounded muffled, but he knew that Yunho must have heard him and his cheeks filled with heat.
Yunho slowly pushed him away a bit. Junsu was afraid to look up, but at the same time he couldn’t stop himself.
Yunho’s expression was soft, that was the only way Junsu could describe it, and he wanted to melt in his arms when Yunho said: “I missed you too.”
He was lifted and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist, eager to be carried to the bedroom.
Junsu wondered if Yunho minded that his clothes had been splattered with dirty water and that his hands smelled like soap, but he forgot all about everything when his back hit softness and Yunho hovered over him.
“I know it’s my fault for sneaking up on you, but be please careful. It nearly stopped my heart when it looked like you were going to fall.”
Junsu could only nod. Yunho’s face was so close, and it only seemed to come closer, like they were drawn towards each other.
He could almost feel Yunho’s breath on his cheeks. He licked his lips, just a habit when he was nervous, but Yunho’s eyes shot down to his mouth.
There was a short silence before Yunho said: “I don’t kiss.”
Junsu lowered his eyes and nodded, trying to swallow the rejection, because that was what it was, even if Yunho’s voice hadn’t sounded very strong.
He understood though, he wanted Yunho to know that. “No one does.” Not his lips. A couple of men had kissed other parts of him, but never his mouth.
His eyes flew open when he felt the press of Yunho’s lips on his own.
Yunho’s eyes were closed. He moved his lips against Junsu’s and then slowly nudged his mouth open.
Junsu’s head spun. He knew he had to move too, and that it probably wasn’t half as enjoyable for Yunho if he just kept his mouth slack like this, but he couldn’t.. too shocked.
He wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when Yunho pulled away and moved the kisses down to his neck.
There was this pleasant buzz in his head the whole time Yunho pleasured him with his mouth and hands and still when he returned the favour.
That evening Yunho did go to bed at the same time, and Junsu felt confident enough to press up to him without being asked to come closer.
He sighed contentedly when Yunho wrapped an arm around him and kept it there.
He loved waking up next to the man he loved. The voice in his head that told him to care about the age difference had gone silent a long time ago.
He opened his eyes, but felt like he was still dreaming. Broad shoulders, muscled back, tanned skin.
He tried to move, his body was sore. It only made him feel better. What had he been called last night? Desirable? He blushed once again.
Maybe he really was still dreaming, because time suddenly sped up and they were both out of bed, fully dressed and facing each other.
He heard his voice try to form words and fail. The man he loved with all his heart just stood there and watched him stammer unintelligibly in disbelief. No hugs, no kisses.
Time sped up again. He was sitting in his lap, the lap of the man who broke his heart. They kissed, or rather, he was forcefully pulled into a kiss. It tasted bitter, bitter and dry and his lips hurt from the pressure. He pushed and scratched and pushed again until he could finally breathe.
“Why?” He heard himself say. He had asked so many times. The answer never changed.
The man laughed and shook his head. “I had to get married some day. You know I love you. But I love her too and she has the right gender and the right age and money, that’s all.” He teasingly slapped his cheek. “Don’t look so sad. You know I’ll come visit you every now and then. We just have to be even more careful than before and make sure no one finds out.”
The answer never changed.
And he never came. After that day and that last, bitter kiss, he never visited again.
Maybe she’d found out already. Maybe he’d lied. Maybe he’d lied all along.
Maybe he’d lied about wanting him and liking him and thinking of him and missing him.
He’d lied about longing to see him again and aching for his touch and being together forever and lov-
“Yunho.. Yunho-shi?”
Yunho jerked awake, really awake.
He felt a warm hand on his cheek and a thumb wiping his- ...had he cried?
He quickly sat up. There was a gasp and a body fell away from him.
Yunho reached for the light switch. He blinked at the brightness and then looked into Junsu’s shocked eyes.
He rubbed his face and tried to clear his head. When he looked up again, Junsu was sitting on his knees, a little closer.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho said, looking away to hide his embarrassment. “Nightmare.”
Junsu moved towards him, carefully like he expected another sudden movement. Yunho wanted to stop him, but he didn’t.
“C-can I do something to help you forget?” Junsu asked. It sounded so sincere.
The boy didn’t know what he was saying, how impossible... Yunho couldn’t forget. He could never forget. The memory was too real for that, much more than just a nightmare.
Junsu moved a leg over his and straddled his thighs. His pretty face came closer.
Again, Yunho wanted to stop him but couldn’t.
Junsu’s arms slid around his neck and then there was the tentative touch of soft, moist lips against his own.
A warm tongue carefully pushed into his mouth and Yunho’s first thought was how sweet it tasted, so sweet.
Then he couldn’t think anymore, and all memories were lost in the feel of Junsu’s lips and body, the soft warmth pressed against, into and around him.
6. Cuddling
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection