How to (Make) Love 7/12
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.
Lips brushed over his temple. “Wake up, my darling.”
Junsu curled in on himself a bit more and then forced his eyes open, moaning. Yunho chuckled just above his ear, apologised by pressing a kiss to his cheek and moved away.
Junsu sat up. Yunho was now standing next to his pile of pillows, so apparently he didn’t want to stay here.
“Will you come to my study?” Yunho asked. “I have the most boring work to catch up on and I could use some company.”
Junsu gladly followed him downstairs.
Yunho was wearing a suit again today. Maybe he’d just come home from the company. His black slippers clacked on the wooden stairs while Junsu’s bare feet didn’t make a sound. Junsu was only wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
He wondered if he should dress up for Yunho sometimes. The man had bought him all those amazing clothes. But this was so soft and comfortable. And Yunho was going to take everything off him anyway.
Hwa Yun was mopping the marble floor in the hallway. She smiled when they passed her.
Yunho closed the door behind them and walked straight to the couch. His laptop was there on a small table that he could pull over his lap. He kept it close enough that he could reach it but his lap was still free. He motioned for Junsu to come closer.
Junsu climbed onto the couch and lay down, resting his head on Yunho’s thighs. Yunho’s fingers landed in his hair. Junsu sighed happily and relaxed into what was almost a massage.
Yunho played with his hair while he read things from the screen of his laptop. Sometimes his fingers traced the edge of Junsu’s ear or brushed over his cheek.
Junsu partly wished this work would be done soon so Yunho could do even more amazing things to his body, but this was really nice too.
He’d almost fallen asleep again when Yunho asked: “Do you want to go back to school?”
Junsu blinked his eyes open and turned his head so he could look at Yunho’s face. Yunho looked down at him.
“You can,” Yunho said, “if you want, I can arrange that.”
Junsu furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about that. “Would I still be with you?”
Yunho’s lips smiled a little, but his eyes didn’t. “You should be able to focus on studying. I’d just wear you out at night. A boarding school would be better.”
“I don’t want that,” Junsu said. He hoped Yunho wouldn’t be mad at him for rejecting his generous offer so quickly.
“You should think about it seriously. This is about your future.”
“I did want to.. before.. but I was never that good at school.. and I know that it’s good for my future but.. I’d rather not.”
“Then is there something else you’d like to do? A particular job?”
Junsu thought again, then shook his head. He couldn’t think of anything.
“Do you.. want to send me away?” he asked.
Yunho closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. His fingers tugged lightly on Junsu’s earlobe, unconsciously still playing.
Yunho thought about how to bring this. He was afraid Junsu wouldn’t like it. Secretly, that made him happy, but he couldn’t give in to that.
“I don’t want to send you away, but I should. You should find a way to live your own life. You can’t stay here forever. It would just make you unhappy in the end.”
Junsu suddenly sat up. Yunho’s hand fell to the couch.
“I wouldn’t be unhappy.”
“But you need..” to be able to find someone who can love you “.. it would be better.”
Junsu’s lip trembled. Yunho had to fight a very strong urge to pull him into a hug and say that he could stay forever if he wanted.
Finally Junsu lowered his eyes. “If.. if you tell me to go, I will.”
Yunho cupped his cheek. “I’m not kicking you out. I’m finding you someplace better, and you should only go there if you like it.”
Junsu still looked like he was about to cry. “Have I done something wrong? Did I disappoint you?”
Yunho shook his head, sighed at his lack of self control and pulled Junsu into his arms. “You’re perfect. This has nothing to do with you.”
Junsu pressed his body close. After a while his hand trailed down over Yunho’s stomach. “Do you want me to..”
Yunho shook his head. “No, you don’t have to.” He was actually not even in the mood after seeing Junsu so sad.
But Junsu insisted, and Junsu’s hands were so skilful. Yunho had wanted to say no again, but he forgot when the boy slid down, kneeling between his legs, and fumbled with his slacks.
Junsu freed his cock and lapped at it. The tip of his pink tongue slithered over and around the head, barely touching, teasing, and Yunho could only stare, entranced.
He spread his legs a bit further, slid down the couch more and pushed his laptop away so Junsu wouldn’t hit his head when he sat up.
This all happened so quickly and unexpectedly, and yet he was already so hard.
Junsu wrapped his plump lips around the tip and sucked softly. Yunho groaned and leaned back, closing his eyes.
Warm fingers gently tugged on his balls as Junsu’s lips slid further and further down the length of his cock. The head slid over the roof of Junsu’s mouth, so slowly, and then pushed into his throat, soft and wet.
Yunho wanted to grip Junsu’s hair and urge him on, but his arms lay limp and heavy at his sides. Pleasure coursed through his entire body, relaxing and exciting at the same time.
Only Junsu could do this to him. Only Junsu.. Yunho’s body spasmed when Junsu’s hands stroked the inside of his thighs through fabric and that mouth suddenly sucked him hard.
He was usually much more controlled during blowjobs.
Junsu bobbed his head only a few times and went back to playing, sweet torture with his tongue. Yunho’s cock was rock hard.
“Junsu.”
Junsu sucked him deep a few more times and hummed. Yunho held his breath and let it go in a long shaky sigh when he came.
Junsu swallowed, licked him clean and sat back. He rested his head against Yunho's leg as he tried to catch his breath. Yunho opened his eyes.
Junsu’s lips were wet and swollen, slightly parted. His eyes, when they looked up at him, were blown with something that was different from the fear and sadness Yunho had seen before.
Yunho motioned for him to come up again. Junsu crawled onto the couch, over his body. He was hard, Yunho could see the small bulge in the sweatpants.
He moved his hands to Junsu’s back, pushed them under the soft fabric and over his bare ass, no underwear. Junsu gasped when he was pulled close like that.
Yunho smiled. The boy had learned to enjoy sex really quickly if he even took pleasure in giving a blowjob now.
Junsu whimpered and thrust lightly against his hip. Yunho let him, squeezing his ass and whispering into his ear. “You’re beautiful, my darling, come for me.”
Junsu gasped. His fingers clawed at Yunho’s shoulders and he cried out as his body shook and then froze.
Yunho moved his hands up over his back and hugged him tight.
After their talk, Yunho noticed that Junsu tried to please him more than ever, which made him feel guilty.
Junsu dressed up now, in tight jeans and coloured shirts. Yunho had loved how soft and huggable the sweatpants and hoodies made him look, but this made his mouth water.
It should be illegal for minors to look that sexually attractive, it was the cause of all of Yunho’s problems.
Although he knew it wasn’t fair to blame Junsu. He himself hadn’t - at least not consciously - done anything at all to look sexy when he was twelve, and yet...
Whenever these dark memories invaded his brain he tried to think of Junsu, of his bright smile and beautiful voice.
That voice...
“Junsu, would you like to become a singer?”
Junsu looked at him like he wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.
“I’m serious. Your voice is amazing, and Changmin owns this club..” he noticed the slight change in Junsu’s face at the word “..it’s nothing shady, nothing like the place you come from. There’s live singing, a piano, sometimes a whole band.”
Junsu still didn’t look very enthusiastic.
“I’ll take you there, okay? You can look around and meet the other artists. Tell me what you think then.”
Junsu nodded, hesitantly.
Junsu spaced out a lot today, Hwa Yun had told him at least twice. He was thinking about what would happen next, and if something similar had happened to Jaejoong..
...what if he’d become like Jaejoong? Was that what this was? Was Yunho actually just giving him to Changmin?
No, Yunho wouldn’t lie about that. He wouldn’t.
“What are you worrying about, dear?” Hwa Yun finally asked him. Junsu realised he must have been scrubbing the same tile for at least ten minutes.
Hwa Yun was like a mother to him, or like a good friend. He didn’t want to have to leave her too.
“Will he send me away?” he asked.
Hwa Yun stopped what she was doing and turned around. She just looked at him for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
“Jung Yunho... it’s very difficult to know what goes on inside his head, but he’s not a bad man. He’s never hurt anyone, I've never seen it and I just know, and I’ve been around him for a very long time.”
Junsu nodded. He didn’t really believe Yunho would send him to a bad place. But just being sent away.. that would be enough to hurt him.
“The boys before you were all very happy with their new homes and I believe they have a bright future ahead of them. You will too.”
Wait... boys? It wasn’t just Jaejoong?
Junsu knew he’d accidentally said that out loud when Hwa Yun gave him a sympathetic look.
“Every now and then he brings a new boy home with him. They were all like you, and he’s helped all of them get a new life. I don’t know what it is though, but he seems to care about you more than the others.”
Junsu appreciated that she was trying to make him feel better, but how could he know she hadn’t said the exact same thing to the others? The others.. how many?
Was he just a number to Yunho, a toy that’s interesting until you see something else you want to buy?
Would he move out so a new boy could move in?
Junsu didn’t think his heart had ever hurt as much as it did at that thought.
Changmin liked the idea, but he didn’t like that Yunho wanted to get Junsu to move out and share a room with one of his other employees.
“He seems to like you, you seem to like him a lot. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
“It’s just sex between us.”
Changmin sighed. “You kiss him.”
Yunho’s eyes widened “I..” he glared at his friend, “how can you know that?”
Changmin laughed. “So you do? I knew I saw real chemistry between you two.”
Yunho glared harder and downed his drink in one go.
“You should go home, he probably misses you,” Changmin said.
Yunho ignored him.
“Look,” Changmin said, “I don’t know the details of your past, but you can’t let it haunt you forever. You’re throwing your life away. I’m your friend, though I have no idea why, but I don’t like to watch you do that, so just.. take my advise on this.”
“He’s too young to know what he wants.”
“He already likes you, just give him a reason to love you. Take him on dates, talk about things he likes, show him you care. I know you do, you’re just hiding it. I’m sure he’s old enough to sincerely want you then. It’s not that hard, you’re really a nice guy.. somewhere.”
“I’m not. I’m a horrible person and I should do everything I can to keep him from falling in love with me. I’ll only hurt him.”
Changmin frowned and then shook his head in defeat. They were quiet for a while.
“What if he already does? Love you, somehow.”
Yunho closed his eyes for a moment. "I'll take him here on Saturday."
He pushed away from the bar and went to get his coat.
8. Confusing
6. Cuddling
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.
Lips brushed over his temple. “Wake up, my darling.”
Junsu curled in on himself a bit more and then forced his eyes open, moaning. Yunho chuckled just above his ear, apologised by pressing a kiss to his cheek and moved away.
Junsu sat up. Yunho was now standing next to his pile of pillows, so apparently he didn’t want to stay here.
“Will you come to my study?” Yunho asked. “I have the most boring work to catch up on and I could use some company.”
Junsu gladly followed him downstairs.
Yunho was wearing a suit again today. Maybe he’d just come home from the company. His black slippers clacked on the wooden stairs while Junsu’s bare feet didn’t make a sound. Junsu was only wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
He wondered if he should dress up for Yunho sometimes. The man had bought him all those amazing clothes. But this was so soft and comfortable. And Yunho was going to take everything off him anyway.
Hwa Yun was mopping the marble floor in the hallway. She smiled when they passed her.
Yunho closed the door behind them and walked straight to the couch. His laptop was there on a small table that he could pull over his lap. He kept it close enough that he could reach it but his lap was still free. He motioned for Junsu to come closer.
Junsu climbed onto the couch and lay down, resting his head on Yunho’s thighs. Yunho’s fingers landed in his hair. Junsu sighed happily and relaxed into what was almost a massage.
Yunho played with his hair while he read things from the screen of his laptop. Sometimes his fingers traced the edge of Junsu’s ear or brushed over his cheek.
Junsu partly wished this work would be done soon so Yunho could do even more amazing things to his body, but this was really nice too.
He’d almost fallen asleep again when Yunho asked: “Do you want to go back to school?”
Junsu blinked his eyes open and turned his head so he could look at Yunho’s face. Yunho looked down at him.
“You can,” Yunho said, “if you want, I can arrange that.”
Junsu furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about that. “Would I still be with you?”
Yunho’s lips smiled a little, but his eyes didn’t. “You should be able to focus on studying. I’d just wear you out at night. A boarding school would be better.”
“I don’t want that,” Junsu said. He hoped Yunho wouldn’t be mad at him for rejecting his generous offer so quickly.
“You should think about it seriously. This is about your future.”
“I did want to.. before.. but I was never that good at school.. and I know that it’s good for my future but.. I’d rather not.”
“Then is there something else you’d like to do? A particular job?”
Junsu thought again, then shook his head. He couldn’t think of anything.
“Do you.. want to send me away?” he asked.
Yunho closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. His fingers tugged lightly on Junsu’s earlobe, unconsciously still playing.
Yunho thought about how to bring this. He was afraid Junsu wouldn’t like it. Secretly, that made him happy, but he couldn’t give in to that.
“I don’t want to send you away, but I should. You should find a way to live your own life. You can’t stay here forever. It would just make you unhappy in the end.”
Junsu suddenly sat up. Yunho’s hand fell to the couch.
“I wouldn’t be unhappy.”
“But you need..” to be able to find someone who can love you “.. it would be better.”
Junsu’s lip trembled. Yunho had to fight a very strong urge to pull him into a hug and say that he could stay forever if he wanted.
Finally Junsu lowered his eyes. “If.. if you tell me to go, I will.”
Yunho cupped his cheek. “I’m not kicking you out. I’m finding you someplace better, and you should only go there if you like it.”
Junsu still looked like he was about to cry. “Have I done something wrong? Did I disappoint you?”
Yunho shook his head, sighed at his lack of self control and pulled Junsu into his arms. “You’re perfect. This has nothing to do with you.”
Junsu pressed his body close. After a while his hand trailed down over Yunho’s stomach. “Do you want me to..”
Yunho shook his head. “No, you don’t have to.” He was actually not even in the mood after seeing Junsu so sad.
But Junsu insisted, and Junsu’s hands were so skilful. Yunho had wanted to say no again, but he forgot when the boy slid down, kneeling between his legs, and fumbled with his slacks.
Junsu freed his cock and lapped at it. The tip of his pink tongue slithered over and around the head, barely touching, teasing, and Yunho could only stare, entranced.
He spread his legs a bit further, slid down the couch more and pushed his laptop away so Junsu wouldn’t hit his head when he sat up.
This all happened so quickly and unexpectedly, and yet he was already so hard.
Junsu wrapped his plump lips around the tip and sucked softly. Yunho groaned and leaned back, closing his eyes.
Warm fingers gently tugged on his balls as Junsu’s lips slid further and further down the length of his cock. The head slid over the roof of Junsu’s mouth, so slowly, and then pushed into his throat, soft and wet.
Yunho wanted to grip Junsu’s hair and urge him on, but his arms lay limp and heavy at his sides. Pleasure coursed through his entire body, relaxing and exciting at the same time.
Only Junsu could do this to him. Only Junsu.. Yunho’s body spasmed when Junsu’s hands stroked the inside of his thighs through fabric and that mouth suddenly sucked him hard.
He was usually much more controlled during blowjobs.
Junsu bobbed his head only a few times and went back to playing, sweet torture with his tongue. Yunho’s cock was rock hard.
“Junsu.”
Junsu sucked him deep a few more times and hummed. Yunho held his breath and let it go in a long shaky sigh when he came.
Junsu swallowed, licked him clean and sat back. He rested his head against Yunho's leg as he tried to catch his breath. Yunho opened his eyes.
Junsu’s lips were wet and swollen, slightly parted. His eyes, when they looked up at him, were blown with something that was different from the fear and sadness Yunho had seen before.
Yunho motioned for him to come up again. Junsu crawled onto the couch, over his body. He was hard, Yunho could see the small bulge in the sweatpants.
He moved his hands to Junsu’s back, pushed them under the soft fabric and over his bare ass, no underwear. Junsu gasped when he was pulled close like that.
Yunho smiled. The boy had learned to enjoy sex really quickly if he even took pleasure in giving a blowjob now.
Junsu whimpered and thrust lightly against his hip. Yunho let him, squeezing his ass and whispering into his ear. “You’re beautiful, my darling, come for me.”
Junsu gasped. His fingers clawed at Yunho’s shoulders and he cried out as his body shook and then froze.
Yunho moved his hands up over his back and hugged him tight.
After their talk, Yunho noticed that Junsu tried to please him more than ever, which made him feel guilty.
Junsu dressed up now, in tight jeans and coloured shirts. Yunho had loved how soft and huggable the sweatpants and hoodies made him look, but this made his mouth water.
It should be illegal for minors to look that sexually attractive, it was the cause of all of Yunho’s problems.
Although he knew it wasn’t fair to blame Junsu. He himself hadn’t - at least not consciously - done anything at all to look sexy when he was twelve, and yet...
Whenever these dark memories invaded his brain he tried to think of Junsu, of his bright smile and beautiful voice.
That voice...
“Junsu, would you like to become a singer?”
Junsu looked at him like he wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.
“I’m serious. Your voice is amazing, and Changmin owns this club..” he noticed the slight change in Junsu’s face at the word “..it’s nothing shady, nothing like the place you come from. There’s live singing, a piano, sometimes a whole band.”
Junsu still didn’t look very enthusiastic.
“I’ll take you there, okay? You can look around and meet the other artists. Tell me what you think then.”
Junsu nodded, hesitantly.
Junsu spaced out a lot today, Hwa Yun had told him at least twice. He was thinking about what would happen next, and if something similar had happened to Jaejoong..
...what if he’d become like Jaejoong? Was that what this was? Was Yunho actually just giving him to Changmin?
No, Yunho wouldn’t lie about that. He wouldn’t.
“What are you worrying about, dear?” Hwa Yun finally asked him. Junsu realised he must have been scrubbing the same tile for at least ten minutes.
Hwa Yun was like a mother to him, or like a good friend. He didn’t want to have to leave her too.
“Will he send me away?” he asked.
Hwa Yun stopped what she was doing and turned around. She just looked at him for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
“Jung Yunho... it’s very difficult to know what goes on inside his head, but he’s not a bad man. He’s never hurt anyone, I've never seen it and I just know, and I’ve been around him for a very long time.”
Junsu nodded. He didn’t really believe Yunho would send him to a bad place. But just being sent away.. that would be enough to hurt him.
“The boys before you were all very happy with their new homes and I believe they have a bright future ahead of them. You will too.”
Wait... boys? It wasn’t just Jaejoong?
Junsu knew he’d accidentally said that out loud when Hwa Yun gave him a sympathetic look.
“Every now and then he brings a new boy home with him. They were all like you, and he’s helped all of them get a new life. I don’t know what it is though, but he seems to care about you more than the others.”
Junsu appreciated that she was trying to make him feel better, but how could he know she hadn’t said the exact same thing to the others? The others.. how many?
Was he just a number to Yunho, a toy that’s interesting until you see something else you want to buy?
Would he move out so a new boy could move in?
Junsu didn’t think his heart had ever hurt as much as it did at that thought.
Changmin liked the idea, but he didn’t like that Yunho wanted to get Junsu to move out and share a room with one of his other employees.
“He seems to like you, you seem to like him a lot. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
“It’s just sex between us.”
Changmin sighed. “You kiss him.”
Yunho’s eyes widened “I..” he glared at his friend, “how can you know that?”
Changmin laughed. “So you do? I knew I saw real chemistry between you two.”
Yunho glared harder and downed his drink in one go.
“You should go home, he probably misses you,” Changmin said.
Yunho ignored him.
“Look,” Changmin said, “I don’t know the details of your past, but you can’t let it haunt you forever. You’re throwing your life away. I’m your friend, though I have no idea why, but I don’t like to watch you do that, so just.. take my advise on this.”
“He’s too young to know what he wants.”
“He already likes you, just give him a reason to love you. Take him on dates, talk about things he likes, show him you care. I know you do, you’re just hiding it. I’m sure he’s old enough to sincerely want you then. It’s not that hard, you’re really a nice guy.. somewhere.”
“I’m not. I’m a horrible person and I should do everything I can to keep him from falling in love with me. I’ll only hurt him.”
Changmin frowned and then shook his head in defeat. They were quiet for a while.
“What if he already does? Love you, somehow.”
Yunho closed his eyes for a moment. "I'll take him here on Saturday."
He pushed away from the bar and went to get his coat.
8. Confusing
6. Cuddling
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection