How to (Make) Love 11/12
Title: How to (Make) Love
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 17, Yunho is 29.
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.
Yunho kept his eyes on the road and both hands clenched around the steering wheel. He’d never seemed so tense.
Junsu looked at him. He was afraid to open his mouth for fear of saying something that would change his mind, but what if silence would have the same effect?
Just looking at the man from up close, combined and the anticipation of being even closer, caused heat to spread through Junsu’s body. He couldn’t avert his eyes, until Yunho finally glanced sideways. Junsu leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of control.
“Junsu?” Yunho said. There was a hint of warning in his voice. Junsu knew his tight jeans were doing a poor job at hiding his erection.
He smiled and met Yunho’s eyes, who quickly turned back to the road.
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost.”
The large gate opened for them and Junsu looked around. It was dark so he couldn’t see much of the large garden, and he’d lived with Yoochun and the others much longer than he’d been here, but still it felt like he’d come home.
Yunho stopped the car by the front door, not bothering to drive around to the garage. He loosened his seatbelt and leaned over the console. “Stop me, and ask me to take you back to Changmin's place,” he said softly.
Junsu closed the short remaining distance between them. “No.” He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s hair and kissed him.
A hand trailed down his chest and over his stomach, straight to the bulge in his jeans.
Yunho’s tongue explored his mouth with a barely restrained eagerness and the hand stroked him through his clothes.
Junsu wanted to have sex in this car. He didn’t even care if someone would see from the house.
But Yunho pulled back from the kiss, rested his forehead against Junsu’s and also took a breath of control. The hand moved up to Junsu’s stomach. “We should.. inside.”
Junsu wanted to growl in annoyance, but he managed to stop himself.
This was so like Yunho. Yunho didn’t rush into things. He wanted to be in control and take it slow. He’d been like that from the day they met, when he’d wanted to talk instead of getting straight to the fucking like everyone else did.
Actually, Yunho had never once fucked him. Yunho made love to him, even if he would deny that and say it had been just about pleasure.
Junsu opened his eyes and looked up. He raised a hand to Yunho’s cheek and touched the slightly stubbly skin. Yunho must have been an emotional wreck if he’d even given up on his shaving habits.
Yunho smiled and kissed Junsu's nose. Then he moved back and got out of the car. Junsu was stunned by the gesture and didn’t move until Yunho opened his door.
“Have you changed your mind?”
Junsu quickly got out of the car. “We’re on a date. I was waiting for you to invite me in for coffee.”
A small smile played around Yunho’s lips. “Actually, I think I’d like to watch you dance some more.”
Junsu wanted to run up the steps that led to the front door. Yunho let him in and he looked around the wide hall.
“There’s no one else here,” Yunho said, watching him. “.. why do you look disappointed?”
“I missed everyone,” Junsu said, “they were like my family.”
Yunho’s face fell.
“What?” Junsu asked
“I didn’t know.. Did you hate me for making you leave? ...I’m sorry.”
Junsu stepped closer and kissed him, softly and for just a moment, then he smiled and said: “I’m back.” He took Yunho’s hand and pulled him down the hall and up the stairs.
He wondered if Yunho had kept ‘his’ room as he’d left it, with the pile of pillows by the window. He wasn’t sure, and Yunho probably didn’t want to have sex on the floor today, so he went to the bedroom.
Right after they'd passed though the door he turned around and started to pull on Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho took his wrists and stopped him, but he was smiling. “Not so fast. Let me admire and worship you properly.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, but he took a step back.
Yunho walked around him and sat on the bed. “I knew you could sing, but I didn’t know you were such an amazing dancer as well.”
Junsu smirked. There was no music in the room, but there was always music in his head. He moved his hips to the imaginary beat and did a wave. Everyone always said he looked sexy when he did that.
He glanced at Yunho for a reaction.
Yunho was staring intently and halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. When he noticed Junsu looking he averted his eyes, almost shyly.
Junsu slowly danced towards him. Yunho let his shirt fall open and leaned back on his hands, looking up again.
Junsu kneeled on the bed, straddling Yunho’s lap. He put his hands on Yunho’s chest and traced the skin, down to his stomach and around his hips, following the waistband of his slacks.
Yunho was looking up at him with a softness in his eyes that didn’t suit Junsu’s impatience. An erection was once again straining his jeans.
With a moan that was half frustration and half anticipation, Junsu leaned down for a kiss.
Yunho’s arms came up and wrapped around his waist as they fell to the bed.
“Do we really have to go slow?” Junsu asked. He moved his hips, steady thrusts against Yunho’s stomach. Yunho’s hands slid down to cup his ass.
“I’ll think about it,” Yunho said. He smiled at Junsu’s frustrated groan. “If you get some lube.”
Junsu jumped up to get lube from the night stand. He decided to get rid of his clothes too. Yunho probably would have liked a strip tease, but he could have one next time.
Next time sounded nice. Junsu was so determined to not let go of this until Yunho begged him to leave, and maybe not even then.
But Yunho clearly wasn’t about to beg for anything like that. He’d sat up and smiled when Junsu straddled his legs again. He took the lube and covered one of his hands in it before wrapping his fingers around Junsu’s cock.
Junsu gasped, held his breath and rolled his hips.
Yunho’s lips brushed his cheek, and then his nose, his chin and his neck and collar bone, leaving the softest kisses that made his skin tingle.
It was sweet, but jolts of pleasure shot through his body with every slow stroke of Yunho’s hand and it was killing him. Junsu moved both of his hands to Yunho’s hair and yanked his head up for a real kiss, something to show Yunho how much he needed him to go faster.
Yunho actually smiled against his lips, but he did move his other hand between Junsu’s legs and a slick finger slid over his hole.
Junsu tried to urge him on, but the words came out as moans and muffled by Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho finally pushed the finger inside, kept stroking his cock and slowly prepared him.
Junsu's mind was quickly losing coherence. Yunho’s fingers brushed over that sensitive spot and he almost came, and again. He bucked into the hand wrapped around his throbbing erection, but it squeezed at the base and stopped his orgasm.
Completely unexpected, Yunho’s hands moved to his waist, the room twisted and spun and Junsu was lying on his back on the bed with Yunho hovering over him. Their mouths found each other again, and Yunho pushed his knees up.
The head of Yunho’s cock pressed against his body and then breached it, slowly. The sweet drag made Junsu arch his back and move his hands to Yunho’s ass to pull him closer.
Yunho kissed his neck, along his jaw and his cheek. He moved slowly, so slowly, so good.
Junsu had imagined how it would be to finally have sex with Yunho again, but in his head it had always been fast and more desperate. This was probably even better.
Yunho’s hips pressed against his ass with every thrust, their bodies connected, and their breathing matched the pace.
Yunho’s lips hovered over his now, sometimes brushing, but mostly just there. It was too much to focus on a kiss. Junsu wasn’t sure if he could even move any part of his body if he wanted to.
He tried clenching down and it made Yunho gasp and speed up a tiny bit. Junsu pushed a hand between their sweaty bodies and moaned at the slide of his fingers on his throbbing erection.
He squeezed and stroked himself, quicker than Yunho was sliding into him. His cock was still slick with lube. Yunho's fingertips brushed over one of his nipples.
Junsu's breathing sped up, he moaned and gasped and turned his head to the side, biting his lip.
Yunho’s mouth was at his ear, brushing the edge. “Come,” he said.
Junsu froze, his breath stocked and his mouth opened but couldn’t produce a sound. His body convulsed and pleasure exploded everywhere at once. It washed over him in waves as his cock pulsed and shot strands of come onto his stomach and chest.
Everything was a blur, images and sounds, but he vaguely heard Yunho curse and felt the few quick thrusts and shuddering of the body on top of him.
Yunho pulled out and kissed him softly. Junsu held him close and kissed him more, until Yunho was ready to make love to him again.
Junsu’s nonsensical happy dream floated to the background and he opened his eyes. He was in a soft bed, Yunho’s bed, and Yunho was still asleep next to him.
After a moment of silly smiling to himself, he pushed up on an elbow and admired the man’s face and the visible part of his naked chest.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek. Yunho opened his eyes and looked stunned at first, but then his lips curled into a smile which widened when Junsu kissed him again.
“Too sweet,” he said.
Junsu smiled too. He knew he was acting like a lovesick teenager, but to be fair, he was a teenager, and in love.
He curled up against Yunho’s chest and sighed happily. Yunho laughed, genuine, happy, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as Junsu dozed off again.
Junsu hated his ring tone. He normally didn’t, but he did when it yanked him out of a comfortable sleep.
He looked around and frowned at the empty bed around him, but then vaguely remembered Yunho kissing his cheek and whispering something about breakfast.
His phone was still ringing, in his jeans, somewhere on the floor. He almost fell out of bed trying to grab it and quickly curled up under the warm blanket again.
“Mmwhat?”
Jaejoong’s laughter sounded in his ear. “Are you awake?”
“Sort of.”
“Good enough. Where are you?”
Junsu stretched and wondered what time it was. “With Yunho.”
He could almost see Jaejoong exchange a meaningful look with Yoochun and/or Changmin. “I take it you’re not going to rehearse with us today then?
“Will you survive without me?”
Jaejoong changed to his dramatic voice. “We don’t have a choice, do we?”
Junsu rolled his eyes.
“No, it’s fine, awesome really, for you I mean. We just wanted to check up on you. Have fun, but do call if you’re going to stay away another night.”
Junsu smiled. “I will.”
He decided to take a quick shower and go downstairs, but when he stood up, the door opened and Hwa Yun entered the room.
He’d been looking forward to seeing her again, but not like this. She turned away and said “oops.”
Junsu quickly jumped back on the bed and pulled the blanket over his body.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Hwa Yun said with a smile. “Yunho sent me to call you. We’ll be waiting downstairs.. whenever you’re ready.”
Junsu flushed. A lot of people had seen him naked before, and he felt comfortable around Hwa Yun, but it was still awkward. He knew she had to be used to certain things though, working for Yunho.
When she’d left he took a very quick shower and dressed in the clothes that were scattered on the floor. He was about to go downstairs when he realised he still didn’t know what Yunho had done to his favourite spot and he decided to take a quick look.
The room was exactly like he’d left it. He suspected Hwa Yun would have wanted to take the futon off the floor and neatly stack the pillows, but apparently Yunho had stopped her.
“Junsu?” He heard Yunho call his name on the other side of the hallway.
Junsu walked towards the sound and met Yunho on his way out of the bedroom. Yunho was wearing an apron, which looked slightly comical, and he seemed very relieved to see him.
“..I thought you might have left.”
Junsu shook his head. “Of course not. ...were you cooking?”
“Hwa Yun was there to make sure I didn’t set the kitchen on fire, but I was.”
Junsu smiled “Thank you. I’m hungry.”
Yunho looked uncertain. “I don’t know if it tastes good. But I wanted to make something myself because I don’t know.. I just don’t know how to make sure that you don’t feel like.. like a..”
Junsu cut him off by wrapping arms around his waist and pressing his body close. He looked up and into Yunho’s eyes.
He didn’t feel like a whore, or a slave, or anything like that. He understood that Yunho was new to this kind of relationship, but so was he, and they could learn how to do it right together.
He wasn’t entirely sure how Yunho felt about him just yet, but it felt right. And maybe it was because he was young and naive, but he didn’t worry about it too much. The things he knew about Yunho’s past and personality from his sister also helped.
Yunho broke the moment by continuing, softer. “The only thing I’m really good at is buying you expensive things, and that’s the opposite of what I should be doing, but I just don’t know what else-”
Junsu moved closer, tilted his head and softly pressed his lips to Yunho’s. He saw Yunho close his eyes right before he did, and their mouths opened at the same time.
He tightened his grip on Yunho’s waist when the soft slide of a warm tongue against his lips made his knees weak. He sucked in air through his nose and let out a shuddering breath when they parted.
“Just.. kiss me like that.”
12. Climax
10. Date
9. Explanation
8. Confusing
7. Hurting
6. Cuddling
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 17, Yunho is 29.
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.
Yunho kept his eyes on the road and both hands clenched around the steering wheel. He’d never seemed so tense.
Junsu looked at him. He was afraid to open his mouth for fear of saying something that would change his mind, but what if silence would have the same effect?
Just looking at the man from up close, combined and the anticipation of being even closer, caused heat to spread through Junsu’s body. He couldn’t avert his eyes, until Yunho finally glanced sideways. Junsu leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of control.
“Junsu?” Yunho said. There was a hint of warning in his voice. Junsu knew his tight jeans were doing a poor job at hiding his erection.
He smiled and met Yunho’s eyes, who quickly turned back to the road.
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost.”
The large gate opened for them and Junsu looked around. It was dark so he couldn’t see much of the large garden, and he’d lived with Yoochun and the others much longer than he’d been here, but still it felt like he’d come home.
Yunho stopped the car by the front door, not bothering to drive around to the garage. He loosened his seatbelt and leaned over the console. “Stop me, and ask me to take you back to Changmin's place,” he said softly.
Junsu closed the short remaining distance between them. “No.” He tangled his fingers in Yunho’s hair and kissed him.
A hand trailed down his chest and over his stomach, straight to the bulge in his jeans.
Yunho’s tongue explored his mouth with a barely restrained eagerness and the hand stroked him through his clothes.
Junsu wanted to have sex in this car. He didn’t even care if someone would see from the house.
But Yunho pulled back from the kiss, rested his forehead against Junsu’s and also took a breath of control. The hand moved up to Junsu’s stomach. “We should.. inside.”
Junsu wanted to growl in annoyance, but he managed to stop himself.
This was so like Yunho. Yunho didn’t rush into things. He wanted to be in control and take it slow. He’d been like that from the day they met, when he’d wanted to talk instead of getting straight to the fucking like everyone else did.
Actually, Yunho had never once fucked him. Yunho made love to him, even if he would deny that and say it had been just about pleasure.
Junsu opened his eyes and looked up. He raised a hand to Yunho’s cheek and touched the slightly stubbly skin. Yunho must have been an emotional wreck if he’d even given up on his shaving habits.
Yunho smiled and kissed Junsu's nose. Then he moved back and got out of the car. Junsu was stunned by the gesture and didn’t move until Yunho opened his door.
“Have you changed your mind?”
Junsu quickly got out of the car. “We’re on a date. I was waiting for you to invite me in for coffee.”
A small smile played around Yunho’s lips. “Actually, I think I’d like to watch you dance some more.”
Junsu wanted to run up the steps that led to the front door. Yunho let him in and he looked around the wide hall.
“There’s no one else here,” Yunho said, watching him. “.. why do you look disappointed?”
“I missed everyone,” Junsu said, “they were like my family.”
Yunho’s face fell.
“What?” Junsu asked
“I didn’t know.. Did you hate me for making you leave? ...I’m sorry.”
Junsu stepped closer and kissed him, softly and for just a moment, then he smiled and said: “I’m back.” He took Yunho’s hand and pulled him down the hall and up the stairs.
He wondered if Yunho had kept ‘his’ room as he’d left it, with the pile of pillows by the window. He wasn’t sure, and Yunho probably didn’t want to have sex on the floor today, so he went to the bedroom.
Right after they'd passed though the door he turned around and started to pull on Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho took his wrists and stopped him, but he was smiling. “Not so fast. Let me admire and worship you properly.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, but he took a step back.
Yunho walked around him and sat on the bed. “I knew you could sing, but I didn’t know you were such an amazing dancer as well.”
Junsu smirked. There was no music in the room, but there was always music in his head. He moved his hips to the imaginary beat and did a wave. Everyone always said he looked sexy when he did that.
He glanced at Yunho for a reaction.
Yunho was staring intently and halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. When he noticed Junsu looking he averted his eyes, almost shyly.
Junsu slowly danced towards him. Yunho let his shirt fall open and leaned back on his hands, looking up again.
Junsu kneeled on the bed, straddling Yunho’s lap. He put his hands on Yunho’s chest and traced the skin, down to his stomach and around his hips, following the waistband of his slacks.
Yunho was looking up at him with a softness in his eyes that didn’t suit Junsu’s impatience. An erection was once again straining his jeans.
With a moan that was half frustration and half anticipation, Junsu leaned down for a kiss.
Yunho’s arms came up and wrapped around his waist as they fell to the bed.
“Do we really have to go slow?” Junsu asked. He moved his hips, steady thrusts against Yunho’s stomach. Yunho’s hands slid down to cup his ass.
“I’ll think about it,” Yunho said. He smiled at Junsu’s frustrated groan. “If you get some lube.”
Junsu jumped up to get lube from the night stand. He decided to get rid of his clothes too. Yunho probably would have liked a strip tease, but he could have one next time.
Next time sounded nice. Junsu was so determined to not let go of this until Yunho begged him to leave, and maybe not even then.
But Yunho clearly wasn’t about to beg for anything like that. He’d sat up and smiled when Junsu straddled his legs again. He took the lube and covered one of his hands in it before wrapping his fingers around Junsu’s cock.
Junsu gasped, held his breath and rolled his hips.
Yunho’s lips brushed his cheek, and then his nose, his chin and his neck and collar bone, leaving the softest kisses that made his skin tingle.
It was sweet, but jolts of pleasure shot through his body with every slow stroke of Yunho’s hand and it was killing him. Junsu moved both of his hands to Yunho’s hair and yanked his head up for a real kiss, something to show Yunho how much he needed him to go faster.
Yunho actually smiled against his lips, but he did move his other hand between Junsu’s legs and a slick finger slid over his hole.
Junsu tried to urge him on, but the words came out as moans and muffled by Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho finally pushed the finger inside, kept stroking his cock and slowly prepared him.
Junsu's mind was quickly losing coherence. Yunho’s fingers brushed over that sensitive spot and he almost came, and again. He bucked into the hand wrapped around his throbbing erection, but it squeezed at the base and stopped his orgasm.
Completely unexpected, Yunho’s hands moved to his waist, the room twisted and spun and Junsu was lying on his back on the bed with Yunho hovering over him. Their mouths found each other again, and Yunho pushed his knees up.
The head of Yunho’s cock pressed against his body and then breached it, slowly. The sweet drag made Junsu arch his back and move his hands to Yunho’s ass to pull him closer.
Yunho kissed his neck, along his jaw and his cheek. He moved slowly, so slowly, so good.
Junsu had imagined how it would be to finally have sex with Yunho again, but in his head it had always been fast and more desperate. This was probably even better.
Yunho’s hips pressed against his ass with every thrust, their bodies connected, and their breathing matched the pace.
Yunho’s lips hovered over his now, sometimes brushing, but mostly just there. It was too much to focus on a kiss. Junsu wasn’t sure if he could even move any part of his body if he wanted to.
He tried clenching down and it made Yunho gasp and speed up a tiny bit. Junsu pushed a hand between their sweaty bodies and moaned at the slide of his fingers on his throbbing erection.
He squeezed and stroked himself, quicker than Yunho was sliding into him. His cock was still slick with lube. Yunho's fingertips brushed over one of his nipples.
Junsu's breathing sped up, he moaned and gasped and turned his head to the side, biting his lip.
Yunho’s mouth was at his ear, brushing the edge. “Come,” he said.
Junsu froze, his breath stocked and his mouth opened but couldn’t produce a sound. His body convulsed and pleasure exploded everywhere at once. It washed over him in waves as his cock pulsed and shot strands of come onto his stomach and chest.
Everything was a blur, images and sounds, but he vaguely heard Yunho curse and felt the few quick thrusts and shuddering of the body on top of him.
Yunho pulled out and kissed him softly. Junsu held him close and kissed him more, until Yunho was ready to make love to him again.
Junsu’s nonsensical happy dream floated to the background and he opened his eyes. He was in a soft bed, Yunho’s bed, and Yunho was still asleep next to him.
After a moment of silly smiling to himself, he pushed up on an elbow and admired the man’s face and the visible part of his naked chest.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek. Yunho opened his eyes and looked stunned at first, but then his lips curled into a smile which widened when Junsu kissed him again.
“Too sweet,” he said.
Junsu smiled too. He knew he was acting like a lovesick teenager, but to be fair, he was a teenager, and in love.
He curled up against Yunho’s chest and sighed happily. Yunho laughed, genuine, happy, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as Junsu dozed off again.
Junsu hated his ring tone. He normally didn’t, but he did when it yanked him out of a comfortable sleep.
He looked around and frowned at the empty bed around him, but then vaguely remembered Yunho kissing his cheek and whispering something about breakfast.
His phone was still ringing, in his jeans, somewhere on the floor. He almost fell out of bed trying to grab it and quickly curled up under the warm blanket again.
“Mmwhat?”
Jaejoong’s laughter sounded in his ear. “Are you awake?”
“Sort of.”
“Good enough. Where are you?”
Junsu stretched and wondered what time it was. “With Yunho.”
He could almost see Jaejoong exchange a meaningful look with Yoochun and/or Changmin. “I take it you’re not going to rehearse with us today then?
“Will you survive without me?”
Jaejoong changed to his dramatic voice. “We don’t have a choice, do we?”
Junsu rolled his eyes.
“No, it’s fine, awesome really, for you I mean. We just wanted to check up on you. Have fun, but do call if you’re going to stay away another night.”
Junsu smiled. “I will.”
He decided to take a quick shower and go downstairs, but when he stood up, the door opened and Hwa Yun entered the room.
He’d been looking forward to seeing her again, but not like this. She turned away and said “oops.”
Junsu quickly jumped back on the bed and pulled the blanket over his body.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Hwa Yun said with a smile. “Yunho sent me to call you. We’ll be waiting downstairs.. whenever you’re ready.”
Junsu flushed. A lot of people had seen him naked before, and he felt comfortable around Hwa Yun, but it was still awkward. He knew she had to be used to certain things though, working for Yunho.
When she’d left he took a very quick shower and dressed in the clothes that were scattered on the floor. He was about to go downstairs when he realised he still didn’t know what Yunho had done to his favourite spot and he decided to take a quick look.
The room was exactly like he’d left it. He suspected Hwa Yun would have wanted to take the futon off the floor and neatly stack the pillows, but apparently Yunho had stopped her.
“Junsu?” He heard Yunho call his name on the other side of the hallway.
Junsu walked towards the sound and met Yunho on his way out of the bedroom. Yunho was wearing an apron, which looked slightly comical, and he seemed very relieved to see him.
“..I thought you might have left.”
Junsu shook his head. “Of course not. ...were you cooking?”
“Hwa Yun was there to make sure I didn’t set the kitchen on fire, but I was.”
Junsu smiled “Thank you. I’m hungry.”
Yunho looked uncertain. “I don’t know if it tastes good. But I wanted to make something myself because I don’t know.. I just don’t know how to make sure that you don’t feel like.. like a..”
Junsu cut him off by wrapping arms around his waist and pressing his body close. He looked up and into Yunho’s eyes.
He didn’t feel like a whore, or a slave, or anything like that. He understood that Yunho was new to this kind of relationship, but so was he, and they could learn how to do it right together.
He wasn’t entirely sure how Yunho felt about him just yet, but it felt right. And maybe it was because he was young and naive, but he didn’t worry about it too much. The things he knew about Yunho’s past and personality from his sister also helped.
Yunho broke the moment by continuing, softer. “The only thing I’m really good at is buying you expensive things, and that’s the opposite of what I should be doing, but I just don’t know what else-”
Junsu moved closer, tilted his head and softly pressed his lips to Yunho’s. He saw Yunho close his eyes right before he did, and their mouths opened at the same time.
He tightened his grip on Yunho’s waist when the soft slide of a warm tongue against his lips made his knees weak. He sucked in air through his nose and let out a shuddering breath when they parted.
“Just.. kiss me like that.”
12. Climax
10. Date
9. Explanation
8. Confusing
7. Hurting
6. Cuddling
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection