How to (Make) Love 6/12
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.
Junsu was floating between sleep and wakefulness, so close to opening his eyes but not quite there yet. A small sound from outside was enough to pull him out of an immediately forgotten dream.
The bedroom was dark, but not pitch black. The curtains were still closed, but they didn’t completely block the bright daylight. Yunho always opened the curtains before he left.
Junsu turned around, hopeful, and found Yunho still lying next to him, still asleep even.
Sunday would probably become Junsu’s favourite day of the week.
Looking at Yunho’s face, Junsu remembered kissing him. They’d kissed for a long time, without it turning into something else. It had been more emotional than sexual. Junsu felt like he experienced something new with Yunho every day.
Yunho had thanked him, and held him, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head; that was the last thing Junsu remembered before he’d fallen asleep.
He wondered what time it was, and if Yunho wanted to sleep in. He wanted to open the curtains so he could see him better, but he didn’t want to wake him up.
Eventually he closed his eyes to feign sleep, and rolled over, into Yunho’s body. His back was almost, not quite, against Yunho’s chest, but he didn’t dare to move closer.
It was hard to keep his face relaxed when he felt Yunho move his arm from between their bodies and lay it over his waist.
Yunho pulled him close and whispered right next to his ear. “Are you awake?”
Junsu swallowed, opened his eyes and turned around, onto his back. Yunho had his head propped up on an elbow. His other arm stayed where it was, across Junsu’s stomach.
“Can you stay home today?” Junsu asked, not trying to hide the hopeful tone.
Yunho’s face softened. “Yes. Do you like that?”
Junsu nodded and turned into him more. “Can you also stay in bed longer?”
The way Yunho’s face broke into a smile looked like he’d tried to stop it but couldn’t. His hand slid over Junsu’s back. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Junsu was pressed against Yunho’s chest now. He brushed his lips over the warm skin. “Maybe.”
Yunho’s fingers carded through his hair. “I hadn’t kissed anyone in.. a very long time.”
Junsu looked up. “Why?” he dared to ask.
Yunho pushed him onto his back and hovered over him, face close. “I’d forgotten how good it feels. And because I don’t want.. I don’t...”
Yunho didn’t often have to search for words. Junsu bit his lip and waited quietly.
“It doesn’t matter.” Yunho stole Junsu’s breath with a sudden, deep kiss.
Junsu quickly remembered to respond and soon decided that he never wanted to stop kissing Yunho.
But Yunho pulled back eventually, and he pushed himself up on his arms. “I wouldn’t mind staying in bed longer, but maybe it’s time for breakfast.
Junsu would have protested if it wasn’t for his growling stomach.
Yunho was only wearing sleep pants, and he didn’t put on anything else, which was strange because Junsu couldn’t remember seeing him leave the bedroom without a suit before.
“I’m not the best cook,” Yunho said, “but I’ll try to put together something edible.”
Junsu looked around the empty kitchen. Now that he thought about it, the whole house seemed more empty than usual. “Where is Hwa Yun?”
“I do give her days off,” Yunho said, “even if she insists on coming anyway most of the time.” He walked around, slowly collecting ingredients. He seemed almost lost in the kitchen of his own house. “And Ji Eun has a family thing she has to be, so it’s just us for most of the day, although Daesung might be somewhere outside.”
Junsu jumped forward when Yunho almost dropped a full egg carton. “I’ll help.”
Yunho didn’t say anything but he seemed grateful.
It was nice in a way, to see Yunho’s weaker sides. He had nightmares, and he was probably better at business than housekeeping.
Junsu still didn’t understand everything about him, but it was nice to know that he was just a man. He wasn’t perfect, and he wasn’t always in control.
They ate their breakfast mostly in silence. Junsu still wanted to aks more about Jaejoong, and about Yunho’s nightmare, but he wasn’t sure if he should.
“Don’t,” Yunho suddenly said, and for a moment Junsu believed he could read minds.
“Don’t lick your lips like that, it’s.. are you trying to seduce me again?” He didn’t sound angry, it was a mock complaint.
Junsu pressed his lips together but nodded. He didn’t mind accidentally turning Yunho on. Yunho always made him feel so good.
He remembered the pleasure on Jaejoong’s face. He wanted to feel like that.
Yunho stood up. “Okay, let’s take a shower.”
Yunho had taken him home as someone to keep him company, which had always meant just sex to Junsu, but Yunho was different from everyone who had ever used him before. The way they actually talked was different of course, but also the way Yunho touched him.
Like now, in the shower together, when Yunho’s hands spread soap over his body. It was not just to clean him, and not just sexual, although they were both hard. There was something more about Yunho’s tenderness, something that Junsu didn’t quite understand.
When Yunho’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, Junsu leaned against him and moaned softly into his chest. Yunho stilled for a moment and then did it again, just sliding a soapy finger over his entrance. Junsu’s cock twitched.
Yunho barely gave him time to dry his body, lifted him up and carried him back to the bed.
Their lips met, and Junsu couldn’t believe that he’d never missed this step before.
As the pleasure grew with Yunho’s roaming hands and small thrusts against his body, they were closely connected through the play of their tongues. It felt more.. personal.
“What do you want?” Yunho asked against his lips.
Yunho was asking him? It took Junsu’s brain a long time to process the question, but Yunho had stopped moving, and he didn’t like that.
“Everything,” he almost pleaded.
Yunho’s fingers brushed over his lower stomach and Junsu lifted his hips. “If you don’t enjoy it, I’ll stop,” Yunho said. “If you can’t learn to like it, that’s okay. I don’t like it either. There are many other things we can do.”
Junsu nodded, but he didn’t think that anything could feel bad with Yunho.
“Besides,” Yunho added, “I haven’t discovered one imperfection with you yet. It’s about time.” The tone of his voice was only half serious at the end, but Junsu blushed at the compliment.
Yunho got up to find a bottle of lube and Junsu wanted to roll over.
“Wait,” Yunho said. He nudged Junsu’s legs apart and kneeled between them. “Stay like this.”
Junsu wondered what he was going to do, until a slick hand wrapped around his hard cock and he didn’t care anymore.
Yunho squeezed and stroked him and Junsu threw his head back and bit his lip against loud moans.
Junsu whined when his wet cock fell back to his stomach. Yunho leaned over him and trailed kisses over his chest.
Fingers dripping with lube slid between his thighs and through his crack. Junsu automatically lifted his legs to give Yunho more access.
Yunho moved agonisingly slow. At first his fingers just slid up and down, slowly, and then their tips stayed at his entrance, not pushing in, but massaging, moving in circles.
Junsu closed his eyes and bit his lip again. He didn’t avoid feeling, because he wasn’t afraid that Yunho would hurt him. He felt so much. His breathing sped up.
Finally, finally Yunho pushed the tip of a finger past the ring of muscle. Junsu would normally relax completely at this point, but his legs were shaking, his skin so hot and he couldn’t. So when Yunho pushed his finger in deeper, Junsu felt it clearly, just one finger.
The warm and wet of a mouth closed around one of his nipples and Junsu’s body convulsed, clenching down. His skin was already moist from sweat.
Yunho turned his hand, so the finger turned inside Junsu, and then Yunho bent it, letting the tip brush the wall of Junsu’s channel above it.
Junsu’s breath stopped at the new sensation. His body shuddered when Yunho did it again.
“Feel good?” Yunho asked. His breath cooled the wet skin around Junsu’s nipple. Junsu could only moan and nod.
Yunho pulled his finger back to add more lube and Junsu took deep breaths to try to calm his body. If Yunho kept this up, he’d come without having his cock touched.
Yunho pushed the finger back in, slowly twisted it a few times and pushed in a second.
Junsu felt them stretch him open, and he loosened up a bit so it wouldn’t hurt, but not too much.
Yunho bent his fingers again, first one, then the other. Junsu moaned deeply and clenched his hands around the pillow on both sides of his head. His vision blurred when he opened his eyes, so he just kept them shut.
Yunho kissed up his chest again, and tickled his neck. His free hand slid up and down one of Junsu’s thighs. All the sensations mixed and very little made sense.
Junsu sucked in air with quick gasps as pleasure coursed though his body. His skin glowed hot at Yunho’s touch. The fingers kept moving inside him and he rolled his hips up for more.
Yunho lifted his head and whispered, tickling, hot, into his ear. “Breathe, darling.”
Junsu tried to relax his breathing, but it was hard. Opening his mouth wide didn’t help.
Yunho’s fingers slipped out of him, and Junsu almost cried out in frustration, because he’d been so very close.
Yunho’s deep voice told him to roll over, and Junsu only understood because hands on his hips guided him.
Something slick and soft and hot pressed agianst his entrance and Junsu whined for it.
Yunho held on to Junsu’s hips and pulled them up a bit at the same time as the head of his cock breached Junsu’s body.
Junsu pulled his shaking legs under him and one of Yunho’s hands slid around his hip and grabbed his cock.
Yunho’s thrusts were shallow and controlled. Junsu could easily take him, but his pleasured body kept clenching down, especially with the quick strokes of Yunho’s hand on his throbbing erection.
Yunho’s breathing quickly grew laboured and he seemed to slump down a little, but he didn’t push in deeper and the angle of his thrusts stayed the same.
Junsu was probably drooling into the pillow. His mouth was wide open spilling moans and cries that were only partly muffled.
He’d never felt like this before, ever, that was the last thing he thought before Yunho squeezed his cock just a little harder at the tip and his mind went completely blank.
His back arched and he came hard on the sheets below. His body slumped down and he felt his own come wet against his stomach.
Yunho fell over him, hands sinking into the mattrass. His cock slid in deeper, until his stomach touched Junsu’s ass.
He thrust in a few more times, quickly, panting harshly into Junsu’s ear, and then his body froze. He slipped out and rolled to the side.
Junsu’s body was tingling all over. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to move for at least an hour.
Yunho’s arm slid around his stomach and pulled him back against a still heaving chest. Now that Junsu’s own body was no longer on fire, he snuggled up to it for warmth.
“I’m getting old,” Yunho breathed out against the back of his head.
Junsu didn’t think Yunho was that old. He was a lot older, but thirty wasn’t old. A lot, not all of them, but a lot of Junsu’s customers had been closer to fifty.
And Yunho had held him up and controlled his thrusts for a long time. His body probably hurt from the exertion. Anyone would be out of breath.
Junsu thought this, but he didn’t really have the energy to say anything. And feeling so sated and snuggled up against Yunho’s warm body, he wanted to take a nap.
He didn’t hear anymore when Yunho said: “I should really find you someplace to go soon.”
7. Hurting
5. Kissing
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.
Junsu was floating between sleep and wakefulness, so close to opening his eyes but not quite there yet. A small sound from outside was enough to pull him out of an immediately forgotten dream.
The bedroom was dark, but not pitch black. The curtains were still closed, but they didn’t completely block the bright daylight. Yunho always opened the curtains before he left.
Junsu turned around, hopeful, and found Yunho still lying next to him, still asleep even.
Sunday would probably become Junsu’s favourite day of the week.
Looking at Yunho’s face, Junsu remembered kissing him. They’d kissed for a long time, without it turning into something else. It had been more emotional than sexual. Junsu felt like he experienced something new with Yunho every day.
Yunho had thanked him, and held him, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head; that was the last thing Junsu remembered before he’d fallen asleep.
He wondered what time it was, and if Yunho wanted to sleep in. He wanted to open the curtains so he could see him better, but he didn’t want to wake him up.
Eventually he closed his eyes to feign sleep, and rolled over, into Yunho’s body. His back was almost, not quite, against Yunho’s chest, but he didn’t dare to move closer.
It was hard to keep his face relaxed when he felt Yunho move his arm from between their bodies and lay it over his waist.
Yunho pulled him close and whispered right next to his ear. “Are you awake?”
Junsu swallowed, opened his eyes and turned around, onto his back. Yunho had his head propped up on an elbow. His other arm stayed where it was, across Junsu’s stomach.
“Can you stay home today?” Junsu asked, not trying to hide the hopeful tone.
Yunho’s face softened. “Yes. Do you like that?”
Junsu nodded and turned into him more. “Can you also stay in bed longer?”
The way Yunho’s face broke into a smile looked like he’d tried to stop it but couldn’t. His hand slid over Junsu’s back. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Junsu was pressed against Yunho’s chest now. He brushed his lips over the warm skin. “Maybe.”
Yunho’s fingers carded through his hair. “I hadn’t kissed anyone in.. a very long time.”
Junsu looked up. “Why?” he dared to ask.
Yunho pushed him onto his back and hovered over him, face close. “I’d forgotten how good it feels. And because I don’t want.. I don’t...”
Yunho didn’t often have to search for words. Junsu bit his lip and waited quietly.
“It doesn’t matter.” Yunho stole Junsu’s breath with a sudden, deep kiss.
Junsu quickly remembered to respond and soon decided that he never wanted to stop kissing Yunho.
But Yunho pulled back eventually, and he pushed himself up on his arms. “I wouldn’t mind staying in bed longer, but maybe it’s time for breakfast.
Junsu would have protested if it wasn’t for his growling stomach.
Yunho was only wearing sleep pants, and he didn’t put on anything else, which was strange because Junsu couldn’t remember seeing him leave the bedroom without a suit before.
“I’m not the best cook,” Yunho said, “but I’ll try to put together something edible.”
Junsu looked around the empty kitchen. Now that he thought about it, the whole house seemed more empty than usual. “Where is Hwa Yun?”
“I do give her days off,” Yunho said, “even if she insists on coming anyway most of the time.” He walked around, slowly collecting ingredients. He seemed almost lost in the kitchen of his own house. “And Ji Eun has a family thing she has to be, so it’s just us for most of the day, although Daesung might be somewhere outside.”
Junsu jumped forward when Yunho almost dropped a full egg carton. “I’ll help.”
Yunho didn’t say anything but he seemed grateful.
It was nice in a way, to see Yunho’s weaker sides. He had nightmares, and he was probably better at business than housekeeping.
Junsu still didn’t understand everything about him, but it was nice to know that he was just a man. He wasn’t perfect, and he wasn’t always in control.
They ate their breakfast mostly in silence. Junsu still wanted to aks more about Jaejoong, and about Yunho’s nightmare, but he wasn’t sure if he should.
“Don’t,” Yunho suddenly said, and for a moment Junsu believed he could read minds.
“Don’t lick your lips like that, it’s.. are you trying to seduce me again?” He didn’t sound angry, it was a mock complaint.
Junsu pressed his lips together but nodded. He didn’t mind accidentally turning Yunho on. Yunho always made him feel so good.
He remembered the pleasure on Jaejoong’s face. He wanted to feel like that.
Yunho stood up. “Okay, let’s take a shower.”
Yunho had taken him home as someone to keep him company, which had always meant just sex to Junsu, but Yunho was different from everyone who had ever used him before. The way they actually talked was different of course, but also the way Yunho touched him.
Like now, in the shower together, when Yunho’s hands spread soap over his body. It was not just to clean him, and not just sexual, although they were both hard. There was something more about Yunho’s tenderness, something that Junsu didn’t quite understand.
When Yunho’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, Junsu leaned against him and moaned softly into his chest. Yunho stilled for a moment and then did it again, just sliding a soapy finger over his entrance. Junsu’s cock twitched.
Yunho barely gave him time to dry his body, lifted him up and carried him back to the bed.
Their lips met, and Junsu couldn’t believe that he’d never missed this step before.
As the pleasure grew with Yunho’s roaming hands and small thrusts against his body, they were closely connected through the play of their tongues. It felt more.. personal.
“What do you want?” Yunho asked against his lips.
Yunho was asking him? It took Junsu’s brain a long time to process the question, but Yunho had stopped moving, and he didn’t like that.
“Everything,” he almost pleaded.
Yunho’s fingers brushed over his lower stomach and Junsu lifted his hips. “If you don’t enjoy it, I’ll stop,” Yunho said. “If you can’t learn to like it, that’s okay. I don’t like it either. There are many other things we can do.”
Junsu nodded, but he didn’t think that anything could feel bad with Yunho.
“Besides,” Yunho added, “I haven’t discovered one imperfection with you yet. It’s about time.” The tone of his voice was only half serious at the end, but Junsu blushed at the compliment.
Yunho got up to find a bottle of lube and Junsu wanted to roll over.
“Wait,” Yunho said. He nudged Junsu’s legs apart and kneeled between them. “Stay like this.”
Junsu wondered what he was going to do, until a slick hand wrapped around his hard cock and he didn’t care anymore.
Yunho squeezed and stroked him and Junsu threw his head back and bit his lip against loud moans.
Junsu whined when his wet cock fell back to his stomach. Yunho leaned over him and trailed kisses over his chest.
Fingers dripping with lube slid between his thighs and through his crack. Junsu automatically lifted his legs to give Yunho more access.
Yunho moved agonisingly slow. At first his fingers just slid up and down, slowly, and then their tips stayed at his entrance, not pushing in, but massaging, moving in circles.
Junsu closed his eyes and bit his lip again. He didn’t avoid feeling, because he wasn’t afraid that Yunho would hurt him. He felt so much. His breathing sped up.
Finally, finally Yunho pushed the tip of a finger past the ring of muscle. Junsu would normally relax completely at this point, but his legs were shaking, his skin so hot and he couldn’t. So when Yunho pushed his finger in deeper, Junsu felt it clearly, just one finger.
The warm and wet of a mouth closed around one of his nipples and Junsu’s body convulsed, clenching down. His skin was already moist from sweat.
Yunho turned his hand, so the finger turned inside Junsu, and then Yunho bent it, letting the tip brush the wall of Junsu’s channel above it.
Junsu’s breath stopped at the new sensation. His body shuddered when Yunho did it again.
“Feel good?” Yunho asked. His breath cooled the wet skin around Junsu’s nipple. Junsu could only moan and nod.
Yunho pulled his finger back to add more lube and Junsu took deep breaths to try to calm his body. If Yunho kept this up, he’d come without having his cock touched.
Yunho pushed the finger back in, slowly twisted it a few times and pushed in a second.
Junsu felt them stretch him open, and he loosened up a bit so it wouldn’t hurt, but not too much.
Yunho bent his fingers again, first one, then the other. Junsu moaned deeply and clenched his hands around the pillow on both sides of his head. His vision blurred when he opened his eyes, so he just kept them shut.
Yunho kissed up his chest again, and tickled his neck. His free hand slid up and down one of Junsu’s thighs. All the sensations mixed and very little made sense.
Junsu sucked in air with quick gasps as pleasure coursed though his body. His skin glowed hot at Yunho’s touch. The fingers kept moving inside him and he rolled his hips up for more.
Yunho lifted his head and whispered, tickling, hot, into his ear. “Breathe, darling.”
Junsu tried to relax his breathing, but it was hard. Opening his mouth wide didn’t help.
Yunho’s fingers slipped out of him, and Junsu almost cried out in frustration, because he’d been so very close.
Yunho’s deep voice told him to roll over, and Junsu only understood because hands on his hips guided him.
Something slick and soft and hot pressed agianst his entrance and Junsu whined for it.
Yunho held on to Junsu’s hips and pulled them up a bit at the same time as the head of his cock breached Junsu’s body.
Junsu pulled his shaking legs under him and one of Yunho’s hands slid around his hip and grabbed his cock.
Yunho’s thrusts were shallow and controlled. Junsu could easily take him, but his pleasured body kept clenching down, especially with the quick strokes of Yunho’s hand on his throbbing erection.
Yunho’s breathing quickly grew laboured and he seemed to slump down a little, but he didn’t push in deeper and the angle of his thrusts stayed the same.
Junsu was probably drooling into the pillow. His mouth was wide open spilling moans and cries that were only partly muffled.
He’d never felt like this before, ever, that was the last thing he thought before Yunho squeezed his cock just a little harder at the tip and his mind went completely blank.
His back arched and he came hard on the sheets below. His body slumped down and he felt his own come wet against his stomach.
Yunho fell over him, hands sinking into the mattrass. His cock slid in deeper, until his stomach touched Junsu’s ass.
He thrust in a few more times, quickly, panting harshly into Junsu’s ear, and then his body froze. He slipped out and rolled to the side.
Junsu’s body was tingling all over. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to move for at least an hour.
Yunho’s arm slid around his stomach and pulled him back against a still heaving chest. Now that Junsu’s own body was no longer on fire, he snuggled up to it for warmth.
“I’m getting old,” Yunho breathed out against the back of his head.
Junsu didn’t think Yunho was that old. He was a lot older, but thirty wasn’t old. A lot, not all of them, but a lot of Junsu’s customers had been closer to fifty.
And Yunho had held him up and controlled his thrusts for a long time. His body probably hurt from the exertion. Anyone would be out of breath.
Junsu thought this, but he didn’t really have the energy to say anything. And feeling so sated and snuggled up against Yunho’s warm body, he wanted to take a nap.
He didn’t hear anymore when Yunho said: “I should really find you someplace to go soon.”
7. Hurting
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection