Lost In Translation (4/4)
Title: Lost In Translation (4/4)
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 :)
Changmin wanders into the living room, heading for the kitchen. He’s a little surprised that no one’s up yet, normally he has had to elbow Junsu in a battle for the bathroom by now, but their schedule had been all over the place lately and he can’t blame anyone for wanting to rest whenever they can get it. Jaejoong’s eating breakfast at the kitchen table, a familiar piece of paper beside his bowl of cereal.
‘Where’s everyone today, hyung?’ Changmin asks, shirt rising as he scratches his belly.
Jaejoong shrugs, ‘Junsu is still sleeping and Yoochun is in his room, composing or snoring, I’m not sure which.’
‘And Yunho?’
Jaejoong smirks, lifting the corner of the tablecloth so that Changmin can see his hyung sucking on Jaejoong’s cock, ‘He’s right here.’
Changmin smiles, cock stirring, ‘And how, may I ask, did this occur?’
Jaejoong’s hand pushes Yunho down further and there’s the sound of Yunho spluttering around the length filling his throat, ‘He may have suggested that I consider cooking only organic foods,’ Yunho tries to pull up but Jaejoong’s having nothing of it, holding firm, ‘For the band’s health.’ Jaejoong smiles and says flippantly, ‘So I’m feeding him something organic,’ He pauses, contemplative, ‘but it might not be enough on an empty stomach, perhaps we should get everyone else to help contribute.’
Changmin grins wickedly, Yunho might be leader but Jaejoong’s ideas were always the best, ‘That’s a very good idea hyung, but there’s always lunch- I want to go first,’ He watches as a mixture of saliva and cum dribbles down the side of Yunho’s mouth, Jaejoong’s eyes squeezed shut, ‘Or rather, second.’
Jaejoong smiles, hand still holding Yunho’s head in place as Changmin pulls the rest of the man’s body out from under the table. Jaejoong turns on his chair but makes no sign of moving despite Yunho’s persistent shoves to release him.
‘Keep sucking, it won’t take long before I’m hard again,’ Jaejoong barks at Yunho and the leader ceases his protest, sucking dutifully judging by the noise Changmin hears.
Changmin just raises his eyebrows, yanking the man’s sweat pants down only to find he’s been beaten to the punch, ‘Hyung,’ his hand wraps around the protruding head of a wooden spoon, the smooth handle buried deep in Yunho’s ass, ‘When did this happen?’
Jaejoong laughs, gesturing at the letter on the table, ‘Well, “Jung Yunho likes it up the ass” after all, it wouldn’t do to leave him empty whilst I was otherwise… preoccupied,’ Jaejoong quotes the letter in accented English. ‘And the bastard should have known better than to get glitter on my carpet,’ Jaejoong says, suddenly humorless and scowling.
Changmin smirks back, pulling out the spoon handle only to shove it back in, ‘True, but now that I’m here it’s hardly going to be a problem.’ He imagines Yunho enthusiastically explaining to Jaejoong the benefits of organic foods only to be overpowered by the man, having the blunt spoon inserted into him and Jaejoong’s cock filling his throat. It makes him even harder. ‘Lube?’ He questions, more for his comfort than Yunho’s own.
‘I used some olive oil but,’ Jaejoong shifts his hips forward and Changmin knows that he’s hard again, ‘It might not be enough for you,’ He smiles, eyes fixated on Changmin’s hand, idly stroking his thick erection.
Changmin withdraws the spoon, ‘I guess we’ll just have to hope it’s enough,’ He pushes in with a groan.
Yunho seems to scream around Jaejoong’s cock as he’s breached, Changmin thrusting in to the hilt. He pauses, mostly to take in breaths and stave off orgasm before he begins a pace. Jaejoong’s buried so deep in Yunho’s throat he figures it doesn’t matter if he’s particularly forceful and begins moving hard and fast. Yunho keens when he thrusts up and he does it again and again until the leader is a quivering mess beneath his palms. Yunho writhes, clutching at Jaejoong’s hips like a drowning man, barely upright as Changmin slams into him. He clenches around Changmin’s cock excruciatingly tight and both Changmin and Jaejoong are surprised when the first spurt of cum hits the floor, flowing out in thick bursts as Yunho shivers and shakes through his orgasm.
‘God, you really are a cock whore, Yunho,’ Jaejoong praises, patting Yunho’s head proudly before yelling, ‘BAND MEETING, BRING LUBE!’
There’s a skid and a crash as both Yoochun and Junsu run from their rooms, fighting with each other to get through the doorway.
‘Did someone say lube?’ Yoochun leers, bottle in hand and he shakes it in the air as he takes in the scene.
Changmin is still fucking Yunho at an animalistic speed, Yunho bracing himself with two hands as he mouths the tip of Jaejoong’s cock indulgently. It’s quite a sight to behold and Yoochun licks his lips and grins, ‘I always enjoy our group bonding activities. Micky Yoochun, hwaiting!’ before joining Changmin on the floor. He peels Yunho’s hand off Jaejoong’s knee and pushing his shorts aside, manipulates the leader’s fist around his erection. Yunho gets the message and begins to stroke him, Yoochun sending out a thank you to whatever god made the clumsy man so good at sex.
‘Jaejoong,’ Changmin grunts, thrusting into Yunho in short, rapid movements, ‘I’m going to come. Switch with me?’
“What do I get for it?” Jaejoong grunts at him, his words followed by a little sigh as Yunho does something particularly tricky with his tongue.
“You get to fuck him, obviously,” Changmin answers without missing a beat.
“I don’t know; he’s got a pretty talented mouth.” Jaejoong smiles down at their leader indulgently, hips working even faster when Yunho attempts to return the gesture with a mouth full of cock.
“He’s had a lot of practice,” Yoochun interjects breathily, managing to leer at Yunho as he thrusts into the ring of Yunho’s fingers. “But I have to say, his ass is better than his mouth. Did you tell them about how I fucked you in the practice room?”
“With the mirrors?” Jaejoong says, words hitching at the thought. His fingers furl themselves into Yunho’s hair automatically to keep the knot of heat in his groin from unraveling.
“Against them.”
Jaejoong pulls away abruptly as Changmin yanks Yunho back by the shoulders, the leader bending backwards awkwardly on his knees. His mouth is open in shock until Changmin slides his cock in quickly, hand working the base and the other holding Yunho in position as he empties himself into the man’s mouth. Yunho splutters as Changmin floods his mouth, but works diligently to swallow, sucking lightly until the last drop. Changmin collapses, lying back on the floor and Yunho joins him, legs snapping back out from underneath him to straighten, head pillowed on Changmin’s belly.
Yoochun straddles his face as he hears Jaejoong say, ‘I bet Yunnie’s still hungry, Yoochun,’ A hand pats his stomach where Changmin’s cum is digesting, ‘You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you, Yunnie?’ His voice wavers just a bit; the sight of Yunho and Changmin sprawled naked on the floor with Yoochun’s cock nudging at Yunho’s lips wreaks havoc on his control.
Yunho just nods weakly, entranced by the length pointing at his face. He props himself up on elbows, leaning a little against Changmin and nuzzles Yoochun’s crotch, tongue peeking out to lave at the silken skin of his balls. Changmin’s taste is still thick on his tongue but he takes his time to sample Yoochun, licking every inch over and over. Yoochun grunts, clearly not unaffected by Yunho’s meek ministrations and just as Jaejoong lifts the leader’s legs to push in, Junsu wakes up from his reverie by the door.
‘Yah!’ Junsu shouts, pointing accusingly, ‘Why am I last again?’
All four turn to look at him, Yunho still with Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
‘Because you’d finish first regardless,’ Changmin deadpans from his spot on the floor and Jaejoong hides a snicker behind his hand.
‘Yah! Take that back, I’m better than all of you in bed!’ Junsu shouts indignantly. ‘Yunho will vouch for me.’
They all turn to stare at Yunho, awaiting his answer and their leader lets go of Yoochun’s erection with a pop, ‘We didn’t, umm…’ Yunho makes a circle with his fingers and pokes his index finger through it a few times.
‘That’s right, he came without me touching him,’ Junsu declares proudly, hands on his hips.
‘So he stroked himself off?’ Jaejoong questions, ‘That’s not very impressive.’
‘No, no, no,’ Junsu corrects, ‘He came just from sucking me off.’
‘That just boasts well for Yunho’s virility,’ Yoochun raises his eyebrows before smiling down at Yunho, ‘Our baby’s so talented.’
Yunho smiles back, leaning forward to take Yoochun back into his mouth. Jaejoong slicks himself with the lube, hands lifting Yunho’s ass from the ground as he lines up and rocks in. Yunho moans around Yoochun but he slips back against Changmin as Jaejoong fucks him hard and fast. Yoochun tsks at Jaejoong over his shoulder, disappointed with the angle and the absence of a hot mouth he climbs off Yunho, reaching out a hand and pulling Junsu into the fray. They kiss a path up Yunho’s stomach, over his chest, biting into the fleshy pectoral muscles and sharp collarbones. Yunho writhes and begs under their ministrations, extending his hands to stroke both of them.
Junsu yelps when hands squeeze into his backside but he concentrates on the warm skin beneath his tongue, the nipple hardening in his mouth and the moans it elicits from Yunho. Changmin seems content to grope him for now and he leaves it at that, occasionally pausing to watch Jaejoong’s length disappearing into Yunho’s body. Jaejoong pistons his hips, shoving in brutally as he climaxes, white dribbling back out of Yunho’s hole as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Yunho bucks at the sensation, letting out a wanton moan. He’s still hard, proudly curved and leaking over his stomach and begging Junsu with his eyes to give him gratification.
Junsu sits back, patting his thigh, ‘Come here, Yunho,’ He coos, ‘I’ll get you off.’
Yunho rolls to his knees, crawling towards Junsu when Yoochun voices his dissatisfaction, ‘Yah! I thought we agreed you were last, Junsu.’
‘I never agreed to that and neither did Yunho-hyung!’ Junsu shouts, pulling Yunho closer by the wrist.
Yunho hovers over Junsu’s lap, looking back to Yoochun before making his decision. He turns around to face Yoochun who childishly pokes his tongue out in victory and Junsu sighs in frustration, until Yunho glances back over his shoulder, lifting Junsu’s cock away from his body and slowly sinking down. It’s tight and he could probably use more lubricant but Yunho can manage, right now he just wants to come. He lifts his hips, rolling and dropping with all the ease of following the steps of the latest choreography. The angle is strange but not unwelcome and Yunho beckons Yoochun closer, licking his lips when the man stands, walking towards him.
Junsu crowds his back, thrusting as much as he can with the new position, winding an arm around Yunho’s waist to stroke the pulsing length. Yoochun fills his mouth, tangy with sweat and precum and Yunho sucks with all the enthusiasm he can muster, thighs burning as he raises and lowers himself on Junsu’s cock.
Yoochun mutters sleazy lines in what could be English as he rocks in and out of Yunho’s mouth. His knees buckle as his climax barrels through him and he slips, the first spurt hitting Yunho on the cheek. The rest coats his stomach and part of Yunho’s chest as he falls, dragging the leader on top of him in an effort to steady himself. They land in a tangled pile, Junsu still chasing his glory simply shuffles forward and pushes back in, uncaring of Yoochun trapped beneath them. Yunho’s hard against Yoochun’s thigh, sliding into the slick mess of his release, hot skin sticking to his and letting loose whimpers that make Yoochun leer, groping the body on top of his. He gestures at Changmin who is stroking himself, staring intensely at the flesh of Junsu’s ass as it jiggles and tightens with each thrust.
Yoochun distracts Yunho with a messy kiss as Jaejoong and Changmin advance. Jaejoong easily overpowers Junsu’s arms as Changmin pours lubricant onto his fingers and inserts two into an indignant Junsu. Junsu yelps but he’s so close to the edge he continues to piston his hips into Yunho. Yoochun, for all his bad lines and awkward leers, is a sensuous kisser and the sight of his tongue sliding into the slant of Yunho’s mouth is enough for Junsu. He slumps forward, pushing as deep as he can as he ruts out his orgasm, Changmin’s fingers still buried inside his ass.
‘Knew he’d come first,’ Changmin smirks but Junsu’s too satisfied to care, rolling off Yunho onto the carpet.
Yoochun strokes Yunho quickly, tightening his fist as Yunho frots against him, oblivious to all else. Changmin smacks him on the ass when Yunho doesn’t stop when he calls his name, ‘Yah, hyung, roll over,’ he spanks Yunho again. It has the opposite affect though as Yunho merely moans loudly, raising his ass higher. Jaejoong chuckles and swings his own hand down hard, leaving a clear imprint of his hand. It seems to do the trick as Yunho keens, bucking into Yoochun’s grip and pulsing white over the man’s stomach. His body shakes and twitches and Changmin can’t resist adding another hit of his own as Yunho comes down from his orgasm. He grabs the heated fleshy mounds, kneading them before parting the cheeks and licking a thick stripe up the cleft of Yunho’s ass. Yunho whimpers, pushing back until his limbs give out, the pleasure destroying all motor functions as he collapses on the floor. Changmin finally succeeds in rolling Yunho onto his back and strokes out his second orgasm over the leader’s face, holding his hyung’s mouth open by the chin as he fills it once more with cum.
Junsu plays with Yunho’s hair as they all lie back exhausted, watching as Jaejoong stands, crunching the letter on the table into a paper ball and tossing it in the trash.
‘Hey!’ Yunho pouts, ‘I still don’t know what that says!’
‘Seriously, hyung?’ Yoochun raises an eyebrow, sitting up and crossing his legs, ‘Did you even Google it?’
‘I did but it just came up with lots of things and I got confused,’ Yunho doubles his pouting efforts.
‘It basically says you’re our bitch,’ Jaejoong supplies, throwing a box of tissues at Yoochun’s head.
Yoochun ducks, the box miraculously missing his large forehead by an inch, ‘But when did you get so good at English, Jae?’ Yoochun questions, dabbing the tissues through the mess on his stomach.
‘Since Heechul and I wrote the letter,’ Jaejoong smiles, eyes gleaming with mischief.
There’s a strange rumbling noise and everyone turns to look at Yunho who’s rubbing his tummy.
Yunho bites his lip embarrassed, pressing the tips of his index fingers together childishly, ‘I’m still hungry,’ he says in a small voice.
‘Of course you are,’ Jaejoong says as they all break into malevolent grins, advancing on an unsuspecting Yunho and elbowing each other out the way.
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 :)
Changmin wanders into the living room, heading for the kitchen. He’s a little surprised that no one’s up yet, normally he has had to elbow Junsu in a battle for the bathroom by now, but their schedule had been all over the place lately and he can’t blame anyone for wanting to rest whenever they can get it. Jaejoong’s eating breakfast at the kitchen table, a familiar piece of paper beside his bowl of cereal.
‘Where’s everyone today, hyung?’ Changmin asks, shirt rising as he scratches his belly.
Jaejoong shrugs, ‘Junsu is still sleeping and Yoochun is in his room, composing or snoring, I’m not sure which.’
‘And Yunho?’
Jaejoong smirks, lifting the corner of the tablecloth so that Changmin can see his hyung sucking on Jaejoong’s cock, ‘He’s right here.’
Changmin smiles, cock stirring, ‘And how, may I ask, did this occur?’
Jaejoong’s hand pushes Yunho down further and there’s the sound of Yunho spluttering around the length filling his throat, ‘He may have suggested that I consider cooking only organic foods,’ Yunho tries to pull up but Jaejoong’s having nothing of it, holding firm, ‘For the band’s health.’ Jaejoong smiles and says flippantly, ‘So I’m feeding him something organic,’ He pauses, contemplative, ‘but it might not be enough on an empty stomach, perhaps we should get everyone else to help contribute.’
Changmin grins wickedly, Yunho might be leader but Jaejoong’s ideas were always the best, ‘That’s a very good idea hyung, but there’s always lunch- I want to go first,’ He watches as a mixture of saliva and cum dribbles down the side of Yunho’s mouth, Jaejoong’s eyes squeezed shut, ‘Or rather, second.’
Jaejoong smiles, hand still holding Yunho’s head in place as Changmin pulls the rest of the man’s body out from under the table. Jaejoong turns on his chair but makes no sign of moving despite Yunho’s persistent shoves to release him.
‘Keep sucking, it won’t take long before I’m hard again,’ Jaejoong barks at Yunho and the leader ceases his protest, sucking dutifully judging by the noise Changmin hears.
Changmin just raises his eyebrows, yanking the man’s sweat pants down only to find he’s been beaten to the punch, ‘Hyung,’ his hand wraps around the protruding head of a wooden spoon, the smooth handle buried deep in Yunho’s ass, ‘When did this happen?’
Jaejoong laughs, gesturing at the letter on the table, ‘Well, “Jung Yunho likes it up the ass” after all, it wouldn’t do to leave him empty whilst I was otherwise… preoccupied,’ Jaejoong quotes the letter in accented English. ‘And the bastard should have known better than to get glitter on my carpet,’ Jaejoong says, suddenly humorless and scowling.
Changmin smirks back, pulling out the spoon handle only to shove it back in, ‘True, but now that I’m here it’s hardly going to be a problem.’ He imagines Yunho enthusiastically explaining to Jaejoong the benefits of organic foods only to be overpowered by the man, having the blunt spoon inserted into him and Jaejoong’s cock filling his throat. It makes him even harder. ‘Lube?’ He questions, more for his comfort than Yunho’s own.
‘I used some olive oil but,’ Jaejoong shifts his hips forward and Changmin knows that he’s hard again, ‘It might not be enough for you,’ He smiles, eyes fixated on Changmin’s hand, idly stroking his thick erection.
Changmin withdraws the spoon, ‘I guess we’ll just have to hope it’s enough,’ He pushes in with a groan.
Yunho seems to scream around Jaejoong’s cock as he’s breached, Changmin thrusting in to the hilt. He pauses, mostly to take in breaths and stave off orgasm before he begins a pace. Jaejoong’s buried so deep in Yunho’s throat he figures it doesn’t matter if he’s particularly forceful and begins moving hard and fast. Yunho keens when he thrusts up and he does it again and again until the leader is a quivering mess beneath his palms. Yunho writhes, clutching at Jaejoong’s hips like a drowning man, barely upright as Changmin slams into him. He clenches around Changmin’s cock excruciatingly tight and both Changmin and Jaejoong are surprised when the first spurt of cum hits the floor, flowing out in thick bursts as Yunho shivers and shakes through his orgasm.
‘God, you really are a cock whore, Yunho,’ Jaejoong praises, patting Yunho’s head proudly before yelling, ‘BAND MEETING, BRING LUBE!’
There’s a skid and a crash as both Yoochun and Junsu run from their rooms, fighting with each other to get through the doorway.
‘Did someone say lube?’ Yoochun leers, bottle in hand and he shakes it in the air as he takes in the scene.
Changmin is still fucking Yunho at an animalistic speed, Yunho bracing himself with two hands as he mouths the tip of Jaejoong’s cock indulgently. It’s quite a sight to behold and Yoochun licks his lips and grins, ‘I always enjoy our group bonding activities. Micky Yoochun, hwaiting!’ before joining Changmin on the floor. He peels Yunho’s hand off Jaejoong’s knee and pushing his shorts aside, manipulates the leader’s fist around his erection. Yunho gets the message and begins to stroke him, Yoochun sending out a thank you to whatever god made the clumsy man so good at sex.
‘Jaejoong,’ Changmin grunts, thrusting into Yunho in short, rapid movements, ‘I’m going to come. Switch with me?’
“What do I get for it?” Jaejoong grunts at him, his words followed by a little sigh as Yunho does something particularly tricky with his tongue.
“You get to fuck him, obviously,” Changmin answers without missing a beat.
“I don’t know; he’s got a pretty talented mouth.” Jaejoong smiles down at their leader indulgently, hips working even faster when Yunho attempts to return the gesture with a mouth full of cock.
“He’s had a lot of practice,” Yoochun interjects breathily, managing to leer at Yunho as he thrusts into the ring of Yunho’s fingers. “But I have to say, his ass is better than his mouth. Did you tell them about how I fucked you in the practice room?”
“With the mirrors?” Jaejoong says, words hitching at the thought. His fingers furl themselves into Yunho’s hair automatically to keep the knot of heat in his groin from unraveling.
“Against them.”
Jaejoong pulls away abruptly as Changmin yanks Yunho back by the shoulders, the leader bending backwards awkwardly on his knees. His mouth is open in shock until Changmin slides his cock in quickly, hand working the base and the other holding Yunho in position as he empties himself into the man’s mouth. Yunho splutters as Changmin floods his mouth, but works diligently to swallow, sucking lightly until the last drop. Changmin collapses, lying back on the floor and Yunho joins him, legs snapping back out from underneath him to straighten, head pillowed on Changmin’s belly.
Yoochun straddles his face as he hears Jaejoong say, ‘I bet Yunnie’s still hungry, Yoochun,’ A hand pats his stomach where Changmin’s cum is digesting, ‘You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you, Yunnie?’ His voice wavers just a bit; the sight of Yunho and Changmin sprawled naked on the floor with Yoochun’s cock nudging at Yunho’s lips wreaks havoc on his control.
Yunho just nods weakly, entranced by the length pointing at his face. He props himself up on elbows, leaning a little against Changmin and nuzzles Yoochun’s crotch, tongue peeking out to lave at the silken skin of his balls. Changmin’s taste is still thick on his tongue but he takes his time to sample Yoochun, licking every inch over and over. Yoochun grunts, clearly not unaffected by Yunho’s meek ministrations and just as Jaejoong lifts the leader’s legs to push in, Junsu wakes up from his reverie by the door.
‘Yah!’ Junsu shouts, pointing accusingly, ‘Why am I last again?’
All four turn to look at him, Yunho still with Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
‘Because you’d finish first regardless,’ Changmin deadpans from his spot on the floor and Jaejoong hides a snicker behind his hand.
‘Yah! Take that back, I’m better than all of you in bed!’ Junsu shouts indignantly. ‘Yunho will vouch for me.’
They all turn to stare at Yunho, awaiting his answer and their leader lets go of Yoochun’s erection with a pop, ‘We didn’t, umm…’ Yunho makes a circle with his fingers and pokes his index finger through it a few times.
‘That’s right, he came without me touching him,’ Junsu declares proudly, hands on his hips.
‘So he stroked himself off?’ Jaejoong questions, ‘That’s not very impressive.’
‘No, no, no,’ Junsu corrects, ‘He came just from sucking me off.’
‘That just boasts well for Yunho’s virility,’ Yoochun raises his eyebrows before smiling down at Yunho, ‘Our baby’s so talented.’
Yunho smiles back, leaning forward to take Yoochun back into his mouth. Jaejoong slicks himself with the lube, hands lifting Yunho’s ass from the ground as he lines up and rocks in. Yunho moans around Yoochun but he slips back against Changmin as Jaejoong fucks him hard and fast. Yoochun tsks at Jaejoong over his shoulder, disappointed with the angle and the absence of a hot mouth he climbs off Yunho, reaching out a hand and pulling Junsu into the fray. They kiss a path up Yunho’s stomach, over his chest, biting into the fleshy pectoral muscles and sharp collarbones. Yunho writhes and begs under their ministrations, extending his hands to stroke both of them.
Junsu yelps when hands squeeze into his backside but he concentrates on the warm skin beneath his tongue, the nipple hardening in his mouth and the moans it elicits from Yunho. Changmin seems content to grope him for now and he leaves it at that, occasionally pausing to watch Jaejoong’s length disappearing into Yunho’s body. Jaejoong pistons his hips, shoving in brutally as he climaxes, white dribbling back out of Yunho’s hole as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Yunho bucks at the sensation, letting out a wanton moan. He’s still hard, proudly curved and leaking over his stomach and begging Junsu with his eyes to give him gratification.
Junsu sits back, patting his thigh, ‘Come here, Yunho,’ He coos, ‘I’ll get you off.’
Yunho rolls to his knees, crawling towards Junsu when Yoochun voices his dissatisfaction, ‘Yah! I thought we agreed you were last, Junsu.’
‘I never agreed to that and neither did Yunho-hyung!’ Junsu shouts, pulling Yunho closer by the wrist.
Yunho hovers over Junsu’s lap, looking back to Yoochun before making his decision. He turns around to face Yoochun who childishly pokes his tongue out in victory and Junsu sighs in frustration, until Yunho glances back over his shoulder, lifting Junsu’s cock away from his body and slowly sinking down. It’s tight and he could probably use more lubricant but Yunho can manage, right now he just wants to come. He lifts his hips, rolling and dropping with all the ease of following the steps of the latest choreography. The angle is strange but not unwelcome and Yunho beckons Yoochun closer, licking his lips when the man stands, walking towards him.
Junsu crowds his back, thrusting as much as he can with the new position, winding an arm around Yunho’s waist to stroke the pulsing length. Yoochun fills his mouth, tangy with sweat and precum and Yunho sucks with all the enthusiasm he can muster, thighs burning as he raises and lowers himself on Junsu’s cock.
Yoochun mutters sleazy lines in what could be English as he rocks in and out of Yunho’s mouth. His knees buckle as his climax barrels through him and he slips, the first spurt hitting Yunho on the cheek. The rest coats his stomach and part of Yunho’s chest as he falls, dragging the leader on top of him in an effort to steady himself. They land in a tangled pile, Junsu still chasing his glory simply shuffles forward and pushes back in, uncaring of Yoochun trapped beneath them. Yunho’s hard against Yoochun’s thigh, sliding into the slick mess of his release, hot skin sticking to his and letting loose whimpers that make Yoochun leer, groping the body on top of his. He gestures at Changmin who is stroking himself, staring intensely at the flesh of Junsu’s ass as it jiggles and tightens with each thrust.
Yoochun distracts Yunho with a messy kiss as Jaejoong and Changmin advance. Jaejoong easily overpowers Junsu’s arms as Changmin pours lubricant onto his fingers and inserts two into an indignant Junsu. Junsu yelps but he’s so close to the edge he continues to piston his hips into Yunho. Yoochun, for all his bad lines and awkward leers, is a sensuous kisser and the sight of his tongue sliding into the slant of Yunho’s mouth is enough for Junsu. He slumps forward, pushing as deep as he can as he ruts out his orgasm, Changmin’s fingers still buried inside his ass.
‘Knew he’d come first,’ Changmin smirks but Junsu’s too satisfied to care, rolling off Yunho onto the carpet.
Yoochun strokes Yunho quickly, tightening his fist as Yunho frots against him, oblivious to all else. Changmin smacks him on the ass when Yunho doesn’t stop when he calls his name, ‘Yah, hyung, roll over,’ he spanks Yunho again. It has the opposite affect though as Yunho merely moans loudly, raising his ass higher. Jaejoong chuckles and swings his own hand down hard, leaving a clear imprint of his hand. It seems to do the trick as Yunho keens, bucking into Yoochun’s grip and pulsing white over the man’s stomach. His body shakes and twitches and Changmin can’t resist adding another hit of his own as Yunho comes down from his orgasm. He grabs the heated fleshy mounds, kneading them before parting the cheeks and licking a thick stripe up the cleft of Yunho’s ass. Yunho whimpers, pushing back until his limbs give out, the pleasure destroying all motor functions as he collapses on the floor. Changmin finally succeeds in rolling Yunho onto his back and strokes out his second orgasm over the leader’s face, holding his hyung’s mouth open by the chin as he fills it once more with cum.
Junsu plays with Yunho’s hair as they all lie back exhausted, watching as Jaejoong stands, crunching the letter on the table into a paper ball and tossing it in the trash.
‘Hey!’ Yunho pouts, ‘I still don’t know what that says!’
‘Seriously, hyung?’ Yoochun raises an eyebrow, sitting up and crossing his legs, ‘Did you even Google it?’
‘I did but it just came up with lots of things and I got confused,’ Yunho doubles his pouting efforts.
‘It basically says you’re our bitch,’ Jaejoong supplies, throwing a box of tissues at Yoochun’s head.
Yoochun ducks, the box miraculously missing his large forehead by an inch, ‘But when did you get so good at English, Jae?’ Yoochun questions, dabbing the tissues through the mess on his stomach.
‘Since Heechul and I wrote the letter,’ Jaejoong smiles, eyes gleaming with mischief.
There’s a strange rumbling noise and everyone turns to look at Yunho who’s rubbing his tummy.
Yunho bites his lip embarrassed, pressing the tips of his index fingers together childishly, ‘I’m still hungry,’ he says in a small voice.
‘Of course you are,’ Jaejoong says as they all break into malevolent grins, advancing on an unsuspecting Yunho and elbowing each other out the way.
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 ♥