Lost In Translation (3/4)
Title: Lost In Translation (3/4)
Pairing: Yunho/everyone
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Yunho loved reading fan mail.
A/N: A short series, basically just crack and blatant PWP. Sometimes more PWP than crack, but that’s irrelevant really. Special announcement after the cut.
ANNOUNCEMENT: vaguelynormal and I are holding a competition for a sexy banner and layout - an uke!ho themed one - so if you’re interested, please go on over to THIS POST. We’re planning something a bit epic and we’d really love your help.
TYFYT :)
“HAH!” Junsu mutters under his breath in triumph as his on screen self steps onto a platform and virtual confetti explodes everywhere. “In your face, hyung!”
“That’s real mature, Junsu,” Junho says over the phone lines. He yawns audibly. “It’s late. I’m going to head to bed.”
“Don’t run away just because I beat you!”
“It’s one a.m., Junsu. I’ve got baseball practice at six.”
“B-but the Gnome King!”
“Good night, Junsu.”
“Fine. Good night, hyung.”
Junsu sighs, blowing out air with puffed cheeks. He glances at the time on the corner of the computer screen. It was, indeed, a quarter past one but their schedule the past few weeks has his nights and days flipped around. Junsu isn’t tired at all. He considers playing another round online but the only one on is Kyuhun and Junsu doesn’t want to pit himself against a veritable pro. There is no excitement when he isn’t winning.
Junsu leans back into his chair stretching then slumps against the cushioned back. Pouting, he grudgingly decides to head to bed; he might as well try and get some sleep. Or maybe if he’s lucky Yoochun will still be tossing and turning in bed and they can find a way to toss and turn in a more… pleasurable way. Together.
Yeah, together. That sounded good.
Warming up to the thought Junsu rushes his bedtime routine. It’s as he’s hurrying down the hall towards the bedrooms that a light under the work room door catches his attention. Curious as to who else would be awake at this ungodly hour, Junsu detours and silently presses an ear against the wood. Beyond the low hum of the air-conditioning is the soft pattering of keys against a keyboard. Junsu’s first thought is that its Changmin engaging in his usual nightly activities - i.e. watching porn while pretending to do schoolwork - when he remembers the youngest had gone home to his parents’ house the evening before so it couldn’t possibly be him. Jaejoong and Yoochun had had a couple of beers after dinner so they were most definitely already in bed. It really only left one person.
“Hyung?” Junsu whispers as he pokes his head into the room. The older man is so absorbed in his task he doesn’t seem to hear, so Junsu calls out again a little louder. “Hyung!”
Yunho startles, eyes wide and deer-like as his hand comes down on his laptop and it shuts with a snap. “Junsu-yah! What are you doing up?”
Junsu arches a brow at him curiously. “I could ask you the same thing, hyung. What have you got there?”
“N-nothing. Just… just getting some work done. You know, paperwork, stuff for management - the usual. Haha- ” He laughs nervously and Junsu doesn’t miss the way his fingers are inching towards an abused looking piece of paper lying next to an open Korean-English dictionary on the desk.
“Oh? Seems more interesting than that.” Junsu lets himself in and shuts the door behind him. Yunho doesn’t hear the turn of the lock.
Junsu sits with half his ass on Yunho’s desk and eyes his hyung knowingly. “You’re watching porn aren’t you? Did Changmin lend you some? He never lets me watch any of his videos but it isn’t fair how he lets you. ”
“It’s not porn!” Yunho exclaims, looking scandalized.
“Yeah?” Junsu is skeptical. “Is it fanfiction then? The ones with Jaejoong hyung being a slut are overrated, but the ones about you aren’t half bad!”
“What?” Yunho says, dumbfounded. “Me what?”
“Oh, come on. You know, the stuff with you taking it up the ass!”
“I- what?!”
“Said that already.” Junsu says matter-of-factly, slightly amused at Yunho’s appalled expression.
“Why would- people actually - ? They write me having… having…” Yunho blushes crimson as he makes vague gestures at his cock.
“Well, yeah,” Junsu answers. “All the time. Usually with Jaejoong hyung. Or Changmin. Or Yoochun. And me. Then there’s - ” he pauses, face scrunched up as he thinks. “Okay, so basically lots of sex. With lots of people - usually us - and just… sex.”
“But but but but why?”
“What do you mean why?” Junsu is slightly incredulous. How could Yunho not understand? “Look at you! Look at me! Look at Changmin! We’re hot.”
Yunho just stares at him, mouth agape. Junsu rolls his eyes. Talk about being out of the loop. “Hey, what’s this?” he snatches the dilapidated piece of paper he’d been eyeing since earlier and promptly jumps off the desk when Yunho grabs for it.
“No, Junsu, don’t - !”
“Oh, hey, I know this! Yoochun told me about this! Changmin too!” Junsu says excitedly, keeping the other work table between them when Yunho looks like he might start to chase. “You still haven’t figured out what it says?”
“Err- well, no, but could I please have it back? There’s no need for you to- oof!” Yunho trips on the chair Junsu had disturbed trying to get away from him and almost faceplants onto the floor.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Junsu rounds the table, forgetting about the letter. He’s genuinely concerned until he catches sight of Yunho’s upturned ass. He stops and eyes Yunho with interest. “You know, that’s not a bad look for you, hyung.”
“N-not you too, Junsu!” the face Yunho gives him over his shoulder is upset yet adorable all at once. Junsu finds that his cock isn’t unaffected.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says, but of course he does. Yoochun doesn’t keep much from him and Changmin liked to brag. It’s only natural that Junsu knows.
He takes the last few steps towards Yunho’s bent form and just as the older man pushes up to stand, Junsu lays a hand on his ass. Both cheeks.
He squeezes.
“You do have an ass,” Junsu muses. “It’s very firm, though not as nice as mine.”
“Junsu…” Yunho starts, still on all fours and frozen in place. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to figure out why Changmin and Yoochun liked fucking you so much.” He squeezes again and likes the way the muscles tighten beneath his fingers.
“Junsu. Please don’t - ”
A catch in Yunho’s words has Junsu zeroing in on his face, curious at the older man’s sudden change in tone. He doesn’t let up, hands leisurely massaging Yunho’s backside in a downward progression. He brushes against the stretched fabric near Yunho’s crotch and grins.
“Oh, so you like this, do you?” Junsu teases, cupping the evidence of Yunho’s erection with his palm. Yunho gasps. “I’m beginning to see why Changmin and Yoochun can’t shut up about you.”
“Junsu. Wait…” his words turn into a moan as Junsu squeezes experimentally, liking the way Yunho’s pushing into his hand even as he’s telling him to wait. Yunho whimpers when Junsu rubs him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He’s biting his lips, looking torn.
“What’s the matter, you don’t want to?”
Yunho hesitates before shaking his head. “It’s not that. I - ”
“You want to fuck me instead?” Junsu offers. He really didn’t care who did the fucking, just as long as it happened. Preferably tonight. And soon. Junsu’s shorts are beginning to feel awfully uncomfortable.
Yunho looks up at him with wide eyes. “You’d… let me do that?”
Junsu grins. “Do you know how?”
Yunho frowns. He shakes his head no. “I’ve only ever…” If possible, Yunho goes even redder in the face. Junsu finds it completely adorable, even as his cock protests at the negligence.
“Why don’t you suck me instead?” Junsu says, and then giggles. “Get it? Suck. Fuck. They rhyme!” Yunho looks at him oddly. Junsu sighs. “I’ll shut up now.”
Junsu pulls off his shorts and underwear in one fluid motion and sits at the very edge of the desk. He gestures at Yunho to come closer. “You can’t suck me from all the way there, hyung.”
Yunho averts his eyes as he slowly shuffles on his knees to between Junsu’s legs, not quite able to look Junsu in the eye or at him at all. He goes red when Junsu cants his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing Yunho’s cheek. “Do I… put it in my mouth?”
Junsu quells the urge to burst into laughter. It would ruin the moment.
“You’ve got anywhere else I can put it?”
“W-well, yes. But- I’ve never done this before and I’d…” Yunho bites his lip, looking up at Junsu imploringly. “I want to do it right.”
Junsu’s cock jumps at the words. Right into Yunho’s mouth.
“Hold still,” Junsu says when Yunho tries to pull back. Yunho freezes. “Open your mouth. A little wider.” Junsu sighs as the head of his cock slides into Yunho’s hot mouth. “Good, good. You’re doing great. Just start sucking and you’ve got the basics covered.
“Like- thishh?” Yunho tries to say around a full mouth and Junsu moans.
“Perfect. Hand.” Junsu seeks out one of Yunho’s hands and wraps it around the base of his cock. Yunho gets the message and squeezes, eyes brightening when Junsu pants his name. Together they start with small strokes, gaining speed as Yunho’s saliva runs down from his mouth to coat the rest of Junsu’s cock.
Yunho pulls back slightly, experimenting with his tongue in the slit. He watches for Junsu’s reaction as he wraps his lips just below the crown and bobs his head in time with his hands. Junsu leans back on a hand as he moans, pushing deeper into Yunho’s mouth.
“How much do you think you can take?” Junsu asks hoarsely and a bit impatient. Yunho looks up at him in confusion. Junsu checks his tone, softening it just a little. “I’m close, hyung,” Junsu says, adding a pleading note to his voice. “But it’s not enough.”
Yunho nods, slipping Junsu’s cock out of his mouth to say, “What can I do?”
Junsu cracks a smile. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
“How…?”
At the eager, determined look on Yunho’s face, Junsu can’t hold back. He leans down and takes Yunho’s mouth with his own and kisses him.
“Let me worry about that,” Junsu says breathily when they pull apart for air. “All you have to do is open your mouth and breathe through your nose. Oh, and stay still. Think you can do that for me, hyung?”
Yunho nodded readily. But of course! Anything for his dongsaeng.
Junsu threads fingers through Yunho’s hair, taking a moment to revel in the silky locks before taking a hold of them. He pulls Yunho’s head back and looks him in the eye. “I won’t stop until I come.”
He doesn’t give Yunho a chance to answer, just pushes the tip of his cock against the closed seam of Yunho’s mouth. Yunho’s lips part automatically and Junsu groans as the wet heat surrounds the head of his cock. Yunho’s following directions well, the look in eyes slightly apprehensive but trusting. He doesn’t move or make a sound when Junsu thrusts slowly, more and more of his cock pushing its way into Yunho’s mouth. He gags a little when the tip tickles the back of his throat but doesn’t pull back. Junsu had planned on going slow for Yunho’s sake, but then Yunho moans around him and Junsu can’t hold back.
He grips Yunho’s head with both hands, fingers curled into Yunho’s dark hair. Junsu comes off the table as the urge to move becomes harder to control. Yunho’s hands come up to grip at his hips - not to slow them but for something to hold onto. Junsu looks down at him just past the haze of lust. Yunho’s watching him with half-lidded eyes, taking as much as Junsu giving. Junsu isn’t used to being taken seriously; having Yunho listen to and actually following his orders is a novelty that tips him over the edge.
Sorry, he thinks as he slams his cock down Yunho’s throat and feels the muscles convulse around him. He can’t stop himself anyway and Yunho doesn’t shove at him either. Instead, Yunho’s nails bite into his skin and all Junsu can do is keep on thrusting.
“Sorry,” Junsu says out loud sheepishly when he’s finished, limbs trembling and fingers stiff in Yunho’s hair.
“ ‘S okay.” Yunho tries to say, but the words come out wrong and he needs a moment. Junsu lets him have it by leaning over and licking away the cum that had dribbled out of one side of Yunho’s mouth. It’s one lick, then two, then they’re kissing, and Junsu’s pulled Yunho against his chest as he leaned his back against the desk.
“You came,” Junsu says, mildly surprised as he encounters splatters of cum on Yunho’s abdomen. There’s more of it on the floor. Yunho’s cheeks pink and the adorably confused look is back on his face.
“I wasn’t supposed to?”
A/N: Please don’t forget to check out the announcement post regardless of whether or not you want to join the competition :D
As always, comments are ♥
Pairing: Yunho/everyone
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Yunho loved reading fan mail.
A/N: A short series, basically just crack and blatant PWP. Sometimes more PWP than crack, but that’s irrelevant really. Special announcement after the cut.
ANNOUNCEMENT: vaguelynormal and I are holding a competition for a sexy banner and layout - an uke!ho themed one - so if you’re interested, please go on over to THIS POST. We’re planning something a bit epic and we’d really love your help.
TYFYT :)
“HAH!” Junsu mutters under his breath in triumph as his on screen self steps onto a platform and virtual confetti explodes everywhere. “In your face, hyung!”
“That’s real mature, Junsu,” Junho says over the phone lines. He yawns audibly. “It’s late. I’m going to head to bed.”
“Don’t run away just because I beat you!”
“It’s one a.m., Junsu. I’ve got baseball practice at six.”
“B-but the Gnome King!”
“Good night, Junsu.”
“Fine. Good night, hyung.”
Junsu sighs, blowing out air with puffed cheeks. He glances at the time on the corner of the computer screen. It was, indeed, a quarter past one but their schedule the past few weeks has his nights and days flipped around. Junsu isn’t tired at all. He considers playing another round online but the only one on is Kyuhun and Junsu doesn’t want to pit himself against a veritable pro. There is no excitement when he isn’t winning.
Junsu leans back into his chair stretching then slumps against the cushioned back. Pouting, he grudgingly decides to head to bed; he might as well try and get some sleep. Or maybe if he’s lucky Yoochun will still be tossing and turning in bed and they can find a way to toss and turn in a more… pleasurable way. Together.
Yeah, together. That sounded good.
Warming up to the thought Junsu rushes his bedtime routine. It’s as he’s hurrying down the hall towards the bedrooms that a light under the work room door catches his attention. Curious as to who else would be awake at this ungodly hour, Junsu detours and silently presses an ear against the wood. Beyond the low hum of the air-conditioning is the soft pattering of keys against a keyboard. Junsu’s first thought is that its Changmin engaging in his usual nightly activities - i.e. watching porn while pretending to do schoolwork - when he remembers the youngest had gone home to his parents’ house the evening before so it couldn’t possibly be him. Jaejoong and Yoochun had had a couple of beers after dinner so they were most definitely already in bed. It really only left one person.
“Hyung?” Junsu whispers as he pokes his head into the room. The older man is so absorbed in his task he doesn’t seem to hear, so Junsu calls out again a little louder. “Hyung!”
Yunho startles, eyes wide and deer-like as his hand comes down on his laptop and it shuts with a snap. “Junsu-yah! What are you doing up?”
Junsu arches a brow at him curiously. “I could ask you the same thing, hyung. What have you got there?”
“N-nothing. Just… just getting some work done. You know, paperwork, stuff for management - the usual. Haha- ” He laughs nervously and Junsu doesn’t miss the way his fingers are inching towards an abused looking piece of paper lying next to an open Korean-English dictionary on the desk.
“Oh? Seems more interesting than that.” Junsu lets himself in and shuts the door behind him. Yunho doesn’t hear the turn of the lock.
Junsu sits with half his ass on Yunho’s desk and eyes his hyung knowingly. “You’re watching porn aren’t you? Did Changmin lend you some? He never lets me watch any of his videos but it isn’t fair how he lets you. ”
“It’s not porn!” Yunho exclaims, looking scandalized.
“Yeah?” Junsu is skeptical. “Is it fanfiction then? The ones with Jaejoong hyung being a slut are overrated, but the ones about you aren’t half bad!”
“What?” Yunho says, dumbfounded. “Me what?”
“Oh, come on. You know, the stuff with you taking it up the ass!”
“I- what?!”
“Said that already.” Junsu says matter-of-factly, slightly amused at Yunho’s appalled expression.
“Why would- people actually - ? They write me having… having…” Yunho blushes crimson as he makes vague gestures at his cock.
“Well, yeah,” Junsu answers. “All the time. Usually with Jaejoong hyung. Or Changmin. Or Yoochun. And me. Then there’s - ” he pauses, face scrunched up as he thinks. “Okay, so basically lots of sex. With lots of people - usually us - and just… sex.”
“But but but but why?”
“What do you mean why?” Junsu is slightly incredulous. How could Yunho not understand? “Look at you! Look at me! Look at Changmin! We’re hot.”
Yunho just stares at him, mouth agape. Junsu rolls his eyes. Talk about being out of the loop. “Hey, what’s this?” he snatches the dilapidated piece of paper he’d been eyeing since earlier and promptly jumps off the desk when Yunho grabs for it.
“No, Junsu, don’t - !”
“Oh, hey, I know this! Yoochun told me about this! Changmin too!” Junsu says excitedly, keeping the other work table between them when Yunho looks like he might start to chase. “You still haven’t figured out what it says?”
“Err- well, no, but could I please have it back? There’s no need for you to- oof!” Yunho trips on the chair Junsu had disturbed trying to get away from him and almost faceplants onto the floor.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Junsu rounds the table, forgetting about the letter. He’s genuinely concerned until he catches sight of Yunho’s upturned ass. He stops and eyes Yunho with interest. “You know, that’s not a bad look for you, hyung.”
“N-not you too, Junsu!” the face Yunho gives him over his shoulder is upset yet adorable all at once. Junsu finds that his cock isn’t unaffected.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says, but of course he does. Yoochun doesn’t keep much from him and Changmin liked to brag. It’s only natural that Junsu knows.
He takes the last few steps towards Yunho’s bent form and just as the older man pushes up to stand, Junsu lays a hand on his ass. Both cheeks.
He squeezes.
“You do have an ass,” Junsu muses. “It’s very firm, though not as nice as mine.”
“Junsu…” Yunho starts, still on all fours and frozen in place. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to figure out why Changmin and Yoochun liked fucking you so much.” He squeezes again and likes the way the muscles tighten beneath his fingers.
“Junsu. Please don’t - ”
A catch in Yunho’s words has Junsu zeroing in on his face, curious at the older man’s sudden change in tone. He doesn’t let up, hands leisurely massaging Yunho’s backside in a downward progression. He brushes against the stretched fabric near Yunho’s crotch and grins.
“Oh, so you like this, do you?” Junsu teases, cupping the evidence of Yunho’s erection with his palm. Yunho gasps. “I’m beginning to see why Changmin and Yoochun can’t shut up about you.”
“Junsu. Wait…” his words turn into a moan as Junsu squeezes experimentally, liking the way Yunho’s pushing into his hand even as he’s telling him to wait. Yunho whimpers when Junsu rubs him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He’s biting his lips, looking torn.
“What’s the matter, you don’t want to?”
Yunho hesitates before shaking his head. “It’s not that. I - ”
“You want to fuck me instead?” Junsu offers. He really didn’t care who did the fucking, just as long as it happened. Preferably tonight. And soon. Junsu’s shorts are beginning to feel awfully uncomfortable.
Yunho looks up at him with wide eyes. “You’d… let me do that?”
Junsu grins. “Do you know how?”
Yunho frowns. He shakes his head no. “I’ve only ever…” If possible, Yunho goes even redder in the face. Junsu finds it completely adorable, even as his cock protests at the negligence.
“Why don’t you suck me instead?” Junsu says, and then giggles. “Get it? Suck. Fuck. They rhyme!” Yunho looks at him oddly. Junsu sighs. “I’ll shut up now.”
Junsu pulls off his shorts and underwear in one fluid motion and sits at the very edge of the desk. He gestures at Yunho to come closer. “You can’t suck me from all the way there, hyung.”
Yunho averts his eyes as he slowly shuffles on his knees to between Junsu’s legs, not quite able to look Junsu in the eye or at him at all. He goes red when Junsu cants his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing Yunho’s cheek. “Do I… put it in my mouth?”
Junsu quells the urge to burst into laughter. It would ruin the moment.
“You’ve got anywhere else I can put it?”
“W-well, yes. But- I’ve never done this before and I’d…” Yunho bites his lip, looking up at Junsu imploringly. “I want to do it right.”
Junsu’s cock jumps at the words. Right into Yunho’s mouth.
“Hold still,” Junsu says when Yunho tries to pull back. Yunho freezes. “Open your mouth. A little wider.” Junsu sighs as the head of his cock slides into Yunho’s hot mouth. “Good, good. You’re doing great. Just start sucking and you’ve got the basics covered.
“Like- thishh?” Yunho tries to say around a full mouth and Junsu moans.
“Perfect. Hand.” Junsu seeks out one of Yunho’s hands and wraps it around the base of his cock. Yunho gets the message and squeezes, eyes brightening when Junsu pants his name. Together they start with small strokes, gaining speed as Yunho’s saliva runs down from his mouth to coat the rest of Junsu’s cock.
Yunho pulls back slightly, experimenting with his tongue in the slit. He watches for Junsu’s reaction as he wraps his lips just below the crown and bobs his head in time with his hands. Junsu leans back on a hand as he moans, pushing deeper into Yunho’s mouth.
“How much do you think you can take?” Junsu asks hoarsely and a bit impatient. Yunho looks up at him in confusion. Junsu checks his tone, softening it just a little. “I’m close, hyung,” Junsu says, adding a pleading note to his voice. “But it’s not enough.”
Yunho nods, slipping Junsu’s cock out of his mouth to say, “What can I do?”
Junsu cracks a smile. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
“How…?”
At the eager, determined look on Yunho’s face, Junsu can’t hold back. He leans down and takes Yunho’s mouth with his own and kisses him.
“Let me worry about that,” Junsu says breathily when they pull apart for air. “All you have to do is open your mouth and breathe through your nose. Oh, and stay still. Think you can do that for me, hyung?”
Yunho nodded readily. But of course! Anything for his dongsaeng.
Junsu threads fingers through Yunho’s hair, taking a moment to revel in the silky locks before taking a hold of them. He pulls Yunho’s head back and looks him in the eye. “I won’t stop until I come.”
He doesn’t give Yunho a chance to answer, just pushes the tip of his cock against the closed seam of Yunho’s mouth. Yunho’s lips part automatically and Junsu groans as the wet heat surrounds the head of his cock. Yunho’s following directions well, the look in eyes slightly apprehensive but trusting. He doesn’t move or make a sound when Junsu thrusts slowly, more and more of his cock pushing its way into Yunho’s mouth. He gags a little when the tip tickles the back of his throat but doesn’t pull back. Junsu had planned on going slow for Yunho’s sake, but then Yunho moans around him and Junsu can’t hold back.
He grips Yunho’s head with both hands, fingers curled into Yunho’s dark hair. Junsu comes off the table as the urge to move becomes harder to control. Yunho’s hands come up to grip at his hips - not to slow them but for something to hold onto. Junsu looks down at him just past the haze of lust. Yunho’s watching him with half-lidded eyes, taking as much as Junsu giving. Junsu isn’t used to being taken seriously; having Yunho listen to and actually following his orders is a novelty that tips him over the edge.
Sorry, he thinks as he slams his cock down Yunho’s throat and feels the muscles convulse around him. He can’t stop himself anyway and Yunho doesn’t shove at him either. Instead, Yunho’s nails bite into his skin and all Junsu can do is keep on thrusting.
“Sorry,” Junsu says out loud sheepishly when he’s finished, limbs trembling and fingers stiff in Yunho’s hair.
“ ‘S okay.” Yunho tries to say, but the words come out wrong and he needs a moment. Junsu lets him have it by leaning over and licking away the cum that had dribbled out of one side of Yunho’s mouth. It’s one lick, then two, then they’re kissing, and Junsu’s pulled Yunho against his chest as he leaned his back against the desk.
“You came,” Junsu says, mildly surprised as he encounters splatters of cum on Yunho’s abdomen. There’s more of it on the floor. Yunho’s cheeks pink and the adorably confused look is back on his face.
“I wasn’t supposed to?”
A/N: Please don’t forget to check out the announcement post regardless of whether or not you want to join the competition :D
As always, comments are ♥