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the flesh is weak
1437; r
yoochun/junsu
their manager rounds them all into the penthouse suite and hands them each a glossy photobook.
"you can only choose one; you have them until 5 am. no weird kinky shit, this company is reputable, but you don't need any unnecessary scandals," he makes sure to keep his gaze on yoochun a little longer than the rest of them. god that vibrator incident was like, a year ago, yoochun thinks. the manager continues. "i'll be back in an hour for your choices."
he closes the door and yoochun flips through the catalogue disinterestedly and it's really the same old, same old. there are chinese, japanese and korean translations for all the international businessmen and two pictures for each of the girls, one nice and modest, like your neighborhood librarian. the other picture...not so modest. they all have ridiculous names like 'delicate plum blossom' or 'priceless beauty' and all of their expressions look the same, waiting to be ravished, promising to put on their best moans and whimpers, face down, ass up.
instead of weighing the pros and cons of tits over ass for his flavor of the night - because god knows none of these girls have both - he sneaks a look at the rest of the members. not like he doesn't already know their types.
changmin always goes for the petite, voluptuous ones, his main qualifying criterion that she has to be at least a D-cup. one time in japan, he chose a 4'8", DD, psychology major named asako. shit, yoochun had said, how's she gonna even reach your dick? i think the real question, changmin had replied, is how she's gonna fit my dick in her mouth. yoochun had shut up then.
jaejoong never chooses anyone prettier than him, even makes an effort to choose the most unattractive of the bunch. the ugliest ones give the best head, he explained. yeah, that and the fact that you'll still be the prettiest one in the room, changmin pointed out. give me some credit, i'm not that much of a narcissist, jaejoong retorted, kicking the side of changmin's chair. yunho rolled his eyes and the rest of them snorted in unison. jaejoong lets them think that's the reason why, but the real reason is that he hopes the less attractive ones might see him for his personality and have one to match.
yunho treats the entire process like he's on some online dating site, looking for his future wife. none of these girls speak korean, he complains. hyung, i think the language of cock-sucking is pretty much universal. still, he replies, i want us to be able to communicate. although yunho'll never admit it, there was this one girl, 5'8", a perfect nose and just as silly as him and all they did was talk the entire night, about how she got into the business and her sick mother. he didn't even touch her once. the next day, he asked if he could see her again. she shook her head and said it was against company policy.
and junsu. junsu's the wildcard. he picks someone completely different each time, and yoochun plays a game where he tries to guess which one junsu will pick for night, wanting to see junsu's reaction, whether or not he would fight with yoochun about it, but yoochun never guesses correctly. junsu sometimes goes for the average height, athletic ones, sometimes the tall modelesque types, sometimes the trashy crimson-mouths. they all joke that junsu just flips to some random page. junsu just shrugs his shoulders, always the first one done.
tonight, the catalogue is extra thick, and everyone sits in silence longer than usual, the turning of paper the only sound in the room. yoochun isn't in the mood to think too hard, and leans over to junsu and whispers
junsu-yah. junsu.
junsu looks at him, annoyed, and underneath his breath goes, what?
wanna shake things up tonight?
what?
let's have a threesome.
the manager said no weird kinky shit, junsu dismisses and goes back to the catalogue. and stop flattering yourself, i'd never have a threesome with you.
come on, yoochun persists, placing his head on junsu's shoulder, making sure that his lips ghost over the side of junsu's neck.
just fuck off, okay? junsu shoves yoochun's head to the side. mind your own business and choose your girl.
yunho looks up and tells yoochun to stop bothering junsu. jaejoong's watching him too, and there's warning in his eyes. yoochun sighs, moves to the armchair on the other side of the room and chooses tits for the night, full lips and short nails. their manager comes in exactly after an hour has passed.
"okay, numbers."
"17." changmin answers.
"25." yunho.
"5." jaejoong.
"23." junsu. yoochun whistles in approval.
he doesn't realize until a few moments later that everyone's looking at him, waiting for his answer.
"uh. 8, i guess."
their manager writes down the numbers on a notepad and takes the catalogues back, stuffing them into a discreet leather briefcase.
"they'll be here by 11, make sure you're all in your rooms."
-
her name is meilin, and she doesn't speak a word of korean or japanese. she's not half bad though and it saves yoochun from making any awkward small talk. she walks in wearing a classy trench coat, her legs long and smooth, ending in patent black pumps. she opens her coat, revealing a decent sized chest underneath a plunging neckline, a sheer white lacy thing. she's not wearing a bra or panties, as per yoochun's request. she beckons yoochun to the bed, where she expertly works off his jeans and briefs, and rests on her forearms, legs crossing behind her head and she gives him a slow, practiced blowjob. she pulls off her dress and starts to put a condom on him, but yoochun stops her and motions for her to continue sucking him off.
she looks at him confused, but agrees, and yoochun comes with a couple of jerking thrusts into her mouth, while she looks wide-eyed and innocent at him.
he looks at the alarm clock on the bedside table. it's barely been half an hour, and he doesn't really feel like going again. he's never felt so disinterested before. he wonders how he can get the girl out without hurting her feelings.
she wipes her mouth and cuddles up to him, tries to kiss him. he turns away and gives her a thumbs up for a job well done, then points to the door. she looks annoyed, gets up off the bed with something resembling a huff. she pulls on her dress, walks into the bathroom and makes a production of brushing her teeth and gargling. she shoots him a glare as she pulls on her heels and ties the sash of her coat.
yoochun sighs as he turns on the television. she's probably going to tell the rest of them that he has erectile dysfunction or something, he can’t really bring himself to care. he watches a couple music videos, admires the choreography, but it doesn’t really hold his attention for long.
then he hears the thump of a headboard against the wall. he suddenly remember junsu's in the room next to his, turns off the television and strains to hear more. he hears a soft moan, and all the blood in yoochun’s body rushes southward, his hand automatically going to his cock when he hears a grunt that is unmistakably junsu.
all of a sudden, the sounds stop. yoochun waits for voices, anything. his phone rings.
“yeah?”
“you wanted a threesome, right?” junsu, low, husky, breathing labored.
yoochun freezes. his voice is stuck in his throat, one hand against himself, the other hand gripping the phone.
“i. uh.” god fuck fuck fuck.
“i know your girl is gone. come over.”
“fuck, junsu, i-"
“you’re always all talk and no action.” he chuckles on the other end of the line, hangs up with a click.
yoochun can’t sleep for the rest of the night, and it might be his imagination, but the noises get louder.
-
the next morning they all congregate outside yunho’s door.
“alright. scores?” changmin starts. “mine was a firecracker, 8 out of 10. jaejoong?”
“not bad, could’ve been a little more enthusiastic. 6.5.”
“yunho?”
“8 out of 10.”
“yoochun?”
“uh, she was nice. 7 out of 10.”
“junsu?”
“10 out of 10.”
the rest of them whoop and slap junsu on the back. jaejoong exclaims
“you’ve never gotten a 10, what did she do!?”
junsu looks straight at yoochun when he says
“there was just something special about this one.”
1437; r
yoochun/junsu
their manager rounds them all into the penthouse suite and hands them each a glossy photobook.
"you can only choose one; you have them until 5 am. no weird kinky shit, this company is reputable, but you don't need any unnecessary scandals," he makes sure to keep his gaze on yoochun a little longer than the rest of them. god that vibrator incident was like, a year ago, yoochun thinks. the manager continues. "i'll be back in an hour for your choices."
he closes the door and yoochun flips through the catalogue disinterestedly and it's really the same old, same old. there are chinese, japanese and korean translations for all the international businessmen and two pictures for each of the girls, one nice and modest, like your neighborhood librarian. the other picture...not so modest. they all have ridiculous names like 'delicate plum blossom' or 'priceless beauty' and all of their expressions look the same, waiting to be ravished, promising to put on their best moans and whimpers, face down, ass up.
instead of weighing the pros and cons of tits over ass for his flavor of the night - because god knows none of these girls have both - he sneaks a look at the rest of the members. not like he doesn't already know their types.
changmin always goes for the petite, voluptuous ones, his main qualifying criterion that she has to be at least a D-cup. one time in japan, he chose a 4'8", DD, psychology major named asako. shit, yoochun had said, how's she gonna even reach your dick? i think the real question, changmin had replied, is how she's gonna fit my dick in her mouth. yoochun had shut up then.
jaejoong never chooses anyone prettier than him, even makes an effort to choose the most unattractive of the bunch. the ugliest ones give the best head, he explained. yeah, that and the fact that you'll still be the prettiest one in the room, changmin pointed out. give me some credit, i'm not that much of a narcissist, jaejoong retorted, kicking the side of changmin's chair. yunho rolled his eyes and the rest of them snorted in unison. jaejoong lets them think that's the reason why, but the real reason is that he hopes the less attractive ones might see him for his personality and have one to match.
yunho treats the entire process like he's on some online dating site, looking for his future wife. none of these girls speak korean, he complains. hyung, i think the language of cock-sucking is pretty much universal. still, he replies, i want us to be able to communicate. although yunho'll never admit it, there was this one girl, 5'8", a perfect nose and just as silly as him and all they did was talk the entire night, about how she got into the business and her sick mother. he didn't even touch her once. the next day, he asked if he could see her again. she shook her head and said it was against company policy.
and junsu. junsu's the wildcard. he picks someone completely different each time, and yoochun plays a game where he tries to guess which one junsu will pick for night, wanting to see junsu's reaction, whether or not he would fight with yoochun about it, but yoochun never guesses correctly. junsu sometimes goes for the average height, athletic ones, sometimes the tall modelesque types, sometimes the trashy crimson-mouths. they all joke that junsu just flips to some random page. junsu just shrugs his shoulders, always the first one done.
tonight, the catalogue is extra thick, and everyone sits in silence longer than usual, the turning of paper the only sound in the room. yoochun isn't in the mood to think too hard, and leans over to junsu and whispers
junsu-yah. junsu.
junsu looks at him, annoyed, and underneath his breath goes, what?
wanna shake things up tonight?
what?
let's have a threesome.
the manager said no weird kinky shit, junsu dismisses and goes back to the catalogue. and stop flattering yourself, i'd never have a threesome with you.
come on, yoochun persists, placing his head on junsu's shoulder, making sure that his lips ghost over the side of junsu's neck.
just fuck off, okay? junsu shoves yoochun's head to the side. mind your own business and choose your girl.
yunho looks up and tells yoochun to stop bothering junsu. jaejoong's watching him too, and there's warning in his eyes. yoochun sighs, moves to the armchair on the other side of the room and chooses tits for the night, full lips and short nails. their manager comes in exactly after an hour has passed.
"okay, numbers."
"17." changmin answers.
"25." yunho.
"5." jaejoong.
"23." junsu. yoochun whistles in approval.
he doesn't realize until a few moments later that everyone's looking at him, waiting for his answer.
"uh. 8, i guess."
their manager writes down the numbers on a notepad and takes the catalogues back, stuffing them into a discreet leather briefcase.
"they'll be here by 11, make sure you're all in your rooms."
-
her name is meilin, and she doesn't speak a word of korean or japanese. she's not half bad though and it saves yoochun from making any awkward small talk. she walks in wearing a classy trench coat, her legs long and smooth, ending in patent black pumps. she opens her coat, revealing a decent sized chest underneath a plunging neckline, a sheer white lacy thing. she's not wearing a bra or panties, as per yoochun's request. she beckons yoochun to the bed, where she expertly works off his jeans and briefs, and rests on her forearms, legs crossing behind her head and she gives him a slow, practiced blowjob. she pulls off her dress and starts to put a condom on him, but yoochun stops her and motions for her to continue sucking him off.
she looks at him confused, but agrees, and yoochun comes with a couple of jerking thrusts into her mouth, while she looks wide-eyed and innocent at him.
he looks at the alarm clock on the bedside table. it's barely been half an hour, and he doesn't really feel like going again. he's never felt so disinterested before. he wonders how he can get the girl out without hurting her feelings.
she wipes her mouth and cuddles up to him, tries to kiss him. he turns away and gives her a thumbs up for a job well done, then points to the door. she looks annoyed, gets up off the bed with something resembling a huff. she pulls on her dress, walks into the bathroom and makes a production of brushing her teeth and gargling. she shoots him a glare as she pulls on her heels and ties the sash of her coat.
yoochun sighs as he turns on the television. she's probably going to tell the rest of them that he has erectile dysfunction or something, he can’t really bring himself to care. he watches a couple music videos, admires the choreography, but it doesn’t really hold his attention for long.
then he hears the thump of a headboard against the wall. he suddenly remember junsu's in the room next to his, turns off the television and strains to hear more. he hears a soft moan, and all the blood in yoochun’s body rushes southward, his hand automatically going to his cock when he hears a grunt that is unmistakably junsu.
all of a sudden, the sounds stop. yoochun waits for voices, anything. his phone rings.
“yeah?”
“you wanted a threesome, right?” junsu, low, husky, breathing labored.
yoochun freezes. his voice is stuck in his throat, one hand against himself, the other hand gripping the phone.
“i. uh.” god fuck fuck fuck.
“i know your girl is gone. come over.”
“fuck, junsu, i-"
“you’re always all talk and no action.” he chuckles on the other end of the line, hangs up with a click.
yoochun can’t sleep for the rest of the night, and it might be his imagination, but the noises get louder.
-
the next morning they all congregate outside yunho’s door.
“alright. scores?” changmin starts. “mine was a firecracker, 8 out of 10. jaejoong?”
“not bad, could’ve been a little more enthusiastic. 6.5.”
“yunho?”
“8 out of 10.”
“yoochun?”
“uh, she was nice. 7 out of 10.”
“junsu?”
“10 out of 10.”
the rest of them whoop and slap junsu on the back. jaejoong exclaims
“you’ve never gotten a 10, what did she do!?”
junsu looks straight at yoochun when he says
“there was just something special about this one.”