Music Makes You Lose Control
Title: Music Makes You Lose Control
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Junsu looks at the chaotic stage around him - smoking, too bright, too loud, too much - and just stands there, wallowing.
A/N: From the Prompt Table, the prompt being ‘band.’
Junsu looks at the chaotic stage around him - smoking, too bright, too loud, too much - and just stands there, wallowing. He breathes it all in, the smell of stale cigarettes, spilled alcohol, and sweat that’s seeped itself into the walls of their venue, a club that specialized in catering to the tastes of those who preferred the music underground to the meaningless pop that dominated the main stream. Not that pop was beneath him; he too, had had dreams of making it big one time or another, though far off dreams they were now. Still, he’s not bitter about what he has now. It’s always been about the music anyway; he can’t ask for more when he’s on a stage with a mic in hand, music so loud it threatens to blow the speakers, and a crowd of admirers chanting his name.
Yoochun’s fingers deftly ease into a different melody, another song, and Jaejoong’s guitar follows suit. It’s a number with a somber beginning that builds after the chorus so Changmin plucks his bass lightly and Yunho holds back on his drums until the right time. Junsu lets Jaejoong’s mellower voice set the right mood before Junsu’s high tone hits the bridge with fervor. There’s a sort of indescribable perfection in that moment where they all come together, instruments and voices so precise - completely in sync. It’s part of the high, the allure of this particular stage. It not a big one, but it’s one that suits in the way that didn’t need all the trappings of fame and grandeur.
If they’d gone mainstream, Junsu wouldn’t be able to walk up to Yoochun and grope him from behind during one of Jaejoong’s lines. He wouldn’t be able to pull Jaejoong closer by the collar while singing one of his own, staring into his with heated intent and sultry promise before pushing him roughly away. If they were any more famous, Junsu wouldn’t be able to make eyes at Changmin from halfway across the stage and sway his hips in a way unfit for television. He certainly wouldn’t be able to fight his way through all of Yunho’s equipment and curl fingers roughly into his sweat-dampened hair to kiss him as harshly as Yunho’s pounding away at his drums.
The only thing better than having an audience watch as he seduces his band mates on stage is the inevitability of what will happen backstage. It’s like an extended high, but without all the instruments or the lights or the crowd. Just them, their voices providing the music while their fingers play over each other’s bodies.
And that, more than anything, is why Junsu settles for only this much. For now anyway.
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Jaejoong crushes Yunho against the door to their dressing room, a loud thud reverberating against the wood as Jaejoong continues Junsu’s kiss from earlier. He’s all needy, rough fingers and Changmin mimics his ministrations on Yoochun from the couch. The youngest has his tongue curling around Yoochun’s but his eyes are all for the couple pressed up against the door. Changmin’s always been a bit of a voyeur, more happy to enjoy the show than to join in, but these days he’s learning to multitask and quite good at it too, if Yoochun’s moans are anything to go by.
Junsu’s learned a thing or two from Changmin as well; he’s discovered he too, has voyeuristic tendencies and he indulges in them now. He stands near the clothes rack, feasting his eyes on the bounty before him whilst removing his clothes one by one. He rather liked this outfit of unrelenting black - tight black leather pants and a black shirt with a deep ‘v’ that exposed more of his chest than covered it - and doesn’t want to ruin it with all the bodily fluids he knows will be spilling in abundance as the night wears on.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho moans in a strangled voice.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Jaejoong growls, hips undulating and pinning Yunho’s harder against the door. Yunho moans again, shoving his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt just as persistent and unrelenting as Jaejoong’s lips on his mouth, at his neck, bending his knees to suck at Yunho’s nipples. There’s the clatter of buttons hitting the floor and the sound of fabric tearing from more than one side of the room and if all the exposed skin isn’t invitation enough, then Junsu doesn’t know what is. Changmin’s got tight denim bunched up around his knees, forgotten while he takes Yoochun down his throat. His cock hangs between his legs - sorely neglected, in Junsu’s opinion - and it’s more than Junsu can resist.
He walks over and molds himself to Changmin’s back, fitting his cock snugly in the space between Changmin’s ass. He wraps arms around Changmin’s waist to fist his cock while scraping the flat of his teeth up Changmin’s spine and sucking at his neck. Changmin moans something obscene at him and Yoochun cusses at the vibrations surrounding his erection, hips lifting almost completely off the couch. Changmin gags a little and pulls back, pinching Yoochun on the inner thigh for pain and not for pleasure but to Yoochun, they’re one and the same now and it has the opposite effect. His hips jerk forward again and Junsu grabs at the base of his cock before it shoves down Changmin’s throat. Changmin doesn’t like to blow often - which is a shame since he’s so good at it - so it’s a treat when he does. At this rate however, it’ll be a long while for any of them if Yoochun pisses him off.
Yoochun whimpers at the loss of Changmi’s mouth, squirming in Junsu’s hold. Junsu nips at Changmin’s ear and urges him upward, toward Yoochun’s waiting mouth. “Saved you there,” he whispers against the heated skin of Changmin’s back.
Changmin merely grunts at him in response. “Saved yourself.”
Junsu grins before climbing off the couch and kneeling on the ground beside them. While they kiss messily in a tangle of teeth and tongue, Junsu maneuvers their bodies until they sit facing each other with Yoochun in Changmin’s lap and with legs wrapped around his waist. Their cocks brush against each other and they moan when Junsu laces his fingers around them both and squeezes. They’re hard and thick between his palms, pressed up against each other like that, both leaking cum. Junsu nudges them with his head to make room, making happy noises when he takes both heads into his mouth.
“Junsu,” Yoochun breaks away from Changmin’s mouth to moan and arch his back, giving the youngest access to his neck. Changmin laves at his collarbones, hips moving in small thrusts as Junsu rings their cocks in a figure eight with his tongue. Changmin has one arm around Yoochun’s back for support, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin. His other hand lands in Junsu’s hair, running through the styled locks in encouragement and then tugging hard when Junsu does a particularly naughty trick. Changmin can be a little rough in the throes of passion but it’s nothing Junsu doesn’t want or enjoy. He takes pleasure in giving it, and what’s a couple of bruises and a sore scalp in the morning if they’re all satisfied?
Junsu knows they’re close when Yoochun’s hips start to jerk against the steady suck-and-stroke rhythm he’s had with his mouth and Changmin stops moving all together, valiantly trying to stave off his orgasm. Beside them, Yunho’s moaning, making the sounds Changmin has his teeth clenched against making. Junsu looks - he can’t not, not when Yunho makes those sounds - hadn’t noticed them move away from the door. Jaejoong’s got their drummer bent over the armrest of another lounge chair, the cushiony leather probably providing the only comfort in that position. Jaejoong has one hand bruising Yunho’s hips as he fucks the drummer from behind, the other lost in Yunho’s hair as he repeatedly shoves Yunho’s face into the leather with the force of his thrusts. Jaejoong’s close, pale skin rippling as his muscled body tightens with his impending orgasm. The movement of his hips is hypnotic, going from quick, shallow thrusts to something slower, and harder, and definitely more potent in an attempt to prolong the inevitable.
Junsu squeezes a little too hard on the up stroke, blood rushing in his ears. He sucks too hard, grips a little too tightly and almost chokes on Yoochun’s cum for his trouble. But then he swallows that more greedily than he should. Yoochun falls back against the couch, limp and exhausted, leaving Changmin and his still-hard cock for Junsu’s taking. With a little more maneuvering, he’s able to snake an arm around Changmin’s hips, lifting them a little to take him deep into his throat while his other hand busies itself with fondling Changmin’s balls. They’re hot and heavy in his palm and Junsu rolls them with his fingers as his nose presses against Changmin’s groin.
“Oh fuck - stop,” Changmin gasps, pulling roughly at the roots of Junsu’s hair. “We have another set coming up.” Junsu resists that little bit of violence, hollows his cheeks and sucks hard in answer.
He barely tastes Changmin’s cum shooting down his throat because Changmin doesn’t even give him a chance. For all his protestations, Changmin’s grip on his hair only tightens as he starts to fuck Junsu’s mouth, riding out his orgasm till Junsu is sure Jaejoong’s going to have to sing more lines this next set because his throat is so raw. He really should take care of his voice, and he usually does but it’s a small price to pay see - feel - Changmin, always so technical, obsessing over execution instead of enjoying the moment, be absolutely stunning when he finally gives in. It’s a startling contrast to Yoochun who never held anything back, taking what he wanted be it pleasure or love from the crowd.
It’s part of why Junsu can’t get enough of them: these subtle nuances during sex that follow them off and on the stage. It’s been happening a lot lately, that pang of something sharp and heavy in his chest while they fuck or be fucked. It’s as if he wants to hold more than just their cocks, to cling to more than just their bodies and the feelings Junsu is too afraid to admit to reveal themselves involuntarily.
Ironically, it’s that same feeling that almost pushes him over the edge. Changmin ruins the moment by roughly pulling him up by the hair, dislodging his now-limp cock from Junsu’s mouth.
“Fuck, enough already. Hurts.” Junsu lets out his own groan; he’d been so close. He rests his forehead against Changmin’s thigh for all of ten seconds, actually contemplating if he should just take matters into his own hands - literally - but there’s no satisfaction in that. Not when everyone else was - is - getting it from each other. Jaejoong’s still going, bent over Yunho’s back and fucking Yunho at an agonizingly slow pace that has Yunho begging into the leather, a nearly incoherent litany of “please please Jaejoong - fuck me harder - please.”
Junsu’s over there in a heartbeat.
He runs a finger nail down Jaejoong’s side and the older man jerks and shivers, looking up at Junsu with a scowl for ruining his rhythm. Junsu gives him his best ‘me too’ face and presses his own hard cock against Jaejoong’s side, whimpering just a little for added effect; not all of it is an act, he’s already a little desperate. Junsu leans over, sucking in that spot just behind Jaejoong’s neck that Junsu knows drives the older man crazy, wordlessly asking to join in.
Jaejoong looks like he’s contemplating resistance - not an option in Junsu’s currently very aroused, very aching state - so he sucks at the skin of Jaejoong’s neck, nipping just enough to have Jaejoong’s knees go weak. He overdoes it somehow and the next thing he knows, Jaejoong’s coming, the sudden loud gasp he lets out almost sounding surprised. Junsu takes that as his cue to move into place, kneeling on the lounge chair and pulling Yunho’s head up to nudge the tip of his cock into the other man’s mouth. Yunho knows exactly what to do, accepting it immediately and sucking hard. Junsu whispers an apology as he thrusts all the way in, rougher even than Changmin was with him, but he’s been hard for the better part of an hour and chances are this’ll be over quickly.
Yunho starts to moan while Junsu fucks his mouth and its’ easy to figure out why. Junsu looks down to where Jaejoong is still draped over Yunho’s behind only to find Jaejoong looking back at him, hands nowhere to be seen. Junsu can only imagine where they are, which was probably on Yunho’s cock and stroking in time to Junsu’s own thrusts. Jaejoong had come only moments before, but lust still clouds his eyes, watching Junsu. He licks his lips suggestively and that’s what does Junsu in. One look at Jaejoong’s pink tongue running across his bottom lip and Junsu’s letting out a hoarse cry, followed by another when Yunho’s mouth tightens around his cock as his own orgasm rips through him.
Junsu falls back onto the lounge chair, body feeling sated and boneless. He’s too busy contemplating how the hell he’ll be able to get up for the next set when Yunho is literally thrown into his lap. He’s hefted by an unsteady Jaejoong who simply walks away and joins Yoochun and Changmin who are busy making out on the other couch. Junsu lets out a pained grunt as one of Yunho’s elbows hits him in the chest, shifting the larger man away from his still sensitive cock. Yunho’s still panting, mouth glistening with sweat and come. He looks so good like that, utterly debauched, so Junsu doesn’t bother resisting the urge to lean in and engage Yunho in kisses of his own. He can taste himself on Yunho’s tongue, as well as Jaejoong too. Junsu knows he tastes like Yoochun and Changmin, and for that he kisses Yunho even harder.
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Then again, maybe the reason Junsu stays and settles for less than what he knows he could have is because he might a little in love with all of them. As they lie there sticky, sweat-slicked, and cum-filled, there’s such an overwhelming sense of completion that Junsu thinks maybe - just maybe - he isn’t settling for less. He’s settling for an alternative instead, and for as long as they can stay like this, lost in the glamour of the stage then lost in each other in every after and in between, it might not be so bad.
A/N: This first one to showcase my absolute love for OT5. Forgive me for the lack of plot and awkward sexy!times. It’s been a while since I’ve written smut so some parts may not go over well LOLOL anyway, ENJOY♥ Also, I have classes in the morning till late in the afternoon, so I will be posting in the evenings. This one is earlier in the day because my morning class got cancelled. Vaguelynormal will probably post whenever she finally drags herself out of bed at noon time xDDDD
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Junsu looks at the chaotic stage around him - smoking, too bright, too loud, too much - and just stands there, wallowing.
A/N: From the Prompt Table, the prompt being ‘band.’
Junsu looks at the chaotic stage around him - smoking, too bright, too loud, too much - and just stands there, wallowing. He breathes it all in, the smell of stale cigarettes, spilled alcohol, and sweat that’s seeped itself into the walls of their venue, a club that specialized in catering to the tastes of those who preferred the music underground to the meaningless pop that dominated the main stream. Not that pop was beneath him; he too, had had dreams of making it big one time or another, though far off dreams they were now. Still, he’s not bitter about what he has now. It’s always been about the music anyway; he can’t ask for more when he’s on a stage with a mic in hand, music so loud it threatens to blow the speakers, and a crowd of admirers chanting his name.
Yoochun’s fingers deftly ease into a different melody, another song, and Jaejoong’s guitar follows suit. It’s a number with a somber beginning that builds after the chorus so Changmin plucks his bass lightly and Yunho holds back on his drums until the right time. Junsu lets Jaejoong’s mellower voice set the right mood before Junsu’s high tone hits the bridge with fervor. There’s a sort of indescribable perfection in that moment where they all come together, instruments and voices so precise - completely in sync. It’s part of the high, the allure of this particular stage. It not a big one, but it’s one that suits in the way that didn’t need all the trappings of fame and grandeur.
If they’d gone mainstream, Junsu wouldn’t be able to walk up to Yoochun and grope him from behind during one of Jaejoong’s lines. He wouldn’t be able to pull Jaejoong closer by the collar while singing one of his own, staring into his with heated intent and sultry promise before pushing him roughly away. If they were any more famous, Junsu wouldn’t be able to make eyes at Changmin from halfway across the stage and sway his hips in a way unfit for television. He certainly wouldn’t be able to fight his way through all of Yunho’s equipment and curl fingers roughly into his sweat-dampened hair to kiss him as harshly as Yunho’s pounding away at his drums.
The only thing better than having an audience watch as he seduces his band mates on stage is the inevitability of what will happen backstage. It’s like an extended high, but without all the instruments or the lights or the crowd. Just them, their voices providing the music while their fingers play over each other’s bodies.
And that, more than anything, is why Junsu settles for only this much. For now anyway.
--
Jaejoong crushes Yunho against the door to their dressing room, a loud thud reverberating against the wood as Jaejoong continues Junsu’s kiss from earlier. He’s all needy, rough fingers and Changmin mimics his ministrations on Yoochun from the couch. The youngest has his tongue curling around Yoochun’s but his eyes are all for the couple pressed up against the door. Changmin’s always been a bit of a voyeur, more happy to enjoy the show than to join in, but these days he’s learning to multitask and quite good at it too, if Yoochun’s moans are anything to go by.
Junsu’s learned a thing or two from Changmin as well; he’s discovered he too, has voyeuristic tendencies and he indulges in them now. He stands near the clothes rack, feasting his eyes on the bounty before him whilst removing his clothes one by one. He rather liked this outfit of unrelenting black - tight black leather pants and a black shirt with a deep ‘v’ that exposed more of his chest than covered it - and doesn’t want to ruin it with all the bodily fluids he knows will be spilling in abundance as the night wears on.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho moans in a strangled voice.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Jaejoong growls, hips undulating and pinning Yunho’s harder against the door. Yunho moans again, shoving his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt just as persistent and unrelenting as Jaejoong’s lips on his mouth, at his neck, bending his knees to suck at Yunho’s nipples. There’s the clatter of buttons hitting the floor and the sound of fabric tearing from more than one side of the room and if all the exposed skin isn’t invitation enough, then Junsu doesn’t know what is. Changmin’s got tight denim bunched up around his knees, forgotten while he takes Yoochun down his throat. His cock hangs between his legs - sorely neglected, in Junsu’s opinion - and it’s more than Junsu can resist.
He walks over and molds himself to Changmin’s back, fitting his cock snugly in the space between Changmin’s ass. He wraps arms around Changmin’s waist to fist his cock while scraping the flat of his teeth up Changmin’s spine and sucking at his neck. Changmin moans something obscene at him and Yoochun cusses at the vibrations surrounding his erection, hips lifting almost completely off the couch. Changmin gags a little and pulls back, pinching Yoochun on the inner thigh for pain and not for pleasure but to Yoochun, they’re one and the same now and it has the opposite effect. His hips jerk forward again and Junsu grabs at the base of his cock before it shoves down Changmin’s throat. Changmin doesn’t like to blow often - which is a shame since he’s so good at it - so it’s a treat when he does. At this rate however, it’ll be a long while for any of them if Yoochun pisses him off.
Yoochun whimpers at the loss of Changmi’s mouth, squirming in Junsu’s hold. Junsu nips at Changmin’s ear and urges him upward, toward Yoochun’s waiting mouth. “Saved you there,” he whispers against the heated skin of Changmin’s back.
Changmin merely grunts at him in response. “Saved yourself.”
Junsu grins before climbing off the couch and kneeling on the ground beside them. While they kiss messily in a tangle of teeth and tongue, Junsu maneuvers their bodies until they sit facing each other with Yoochun in Changmin’s lap and with legs wrapped around his waist. Their cocks brush against each other and they moan when Junsu laces his fingers around them both and squeezes. They’re hard and thick between his palms, pressed up against each other like that, both leaking cum. Junsu nudges them with his head to make room, making happy noises when he takes both heads into his mouth.
“Junsu,” Yoochun breaks away from Changmin’s mouth to moan and arch his back, giving the youngest access to his neck. Changmin laves at his collarbones, hips moving in small thrusts as Junsu rings their cocks in a figure eight with his tongue. Changmin has one arm around Yoochun’s back for support, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin. His other hand lands in Junsu’s hair, running through the styled locks in encouragement and then tugging hard when Junsu does a particularly naughty trick. Changmin can be a little rough in the throes of passion but it’s nothing Junsu doesn’t want or enjoy. He takes pleasure in giving it, and what’s a couple of bruises and a sore scalp in the morning if they’re all satisfied?
Junsu knows they’re close when Yoochun’s hips start to jerk against the steady suck-and-stroke rhythm he’s had with his mouth and Changmin stops moving all together, valiantly trying to stave off his orgasm. Beside them, Yunho’s moaning, making the sounds Changmin has his teeth clenched against making. Junsu looks - he can’t not, not when Yunho makes those sounds - hadn’t noticed them move away from the door. Jaejoong’s got their drummer bent over the armrest of another lounge chair, the cushiony leather probably providing the only comfort in that position. Jaejoong has one hand bruising Yunho’s hips as he fucks the drummer from behind, the other lost in Yunho’s hair as he repeatedly shoves Yunho’s face into the leather with the force of his thrusts. Jaejoong’s close, pale skin rippling as his muscled body tightens with his impending orgasm. The movement of his hips is hypnotic, going from quick, shallow thrusts to something slower, and harder, and definitely more potent in an attempt to prolong the inevitable.
Junsu squeezes a little too hard on the up stroke, blood rushing in his ears. He sucks too hard, grips a little too tightly and almost chokes on Yoochun’s cum for his trouble. But then he swallows that more greedily than he should. Yoochun falls back against the couch, limp and exhausted, leaving Changmin and his still-hard cock for Junsu’s taking. With a little more maneuvering, he’s able to snake an arm around Changmin’s hips, lifting them a little to take him deep into his throat while his other hand busies itself with fondling Changmin’s balls. They’re hot and heavy in his palm and Junsu rolls them with his fingers as his nose presses against Changmin’s groin.
“Oh fuck - stop,” Changmin gasps, pulling roughly at the roots of Junsu’s hair. “We have another set coming up.” Junsu resists that little bit of violence, hollows his cheeks and sucks hard in answer.
He barely tastes Changmin’s cum shooting down his throat because Changmin doesn’t even give him a chance. For all his protestations, Changmin’s grip on his hair only tightens as he starts to fuck Junsu’s mouth, riding out his orgasm till Junsu is sure Jaejoong’s going to have to sing more lines this next set because his throat is so raw. He really should take care of his voice, and he usually does but it’s a small price to pay see - feel - Changmin, always so technical, obsessing over execution instead of enjoying the moment, be absolutely stunning when he finally gives in. It’s a startling contrast to Yoochun who never held anything back, taking what he wanted be it pleasure or love from the crowd.
It’s part of why Junsu can’t get enough of them: these subtle nuances during sex that follow them off and on the stage. It’s been happening a lot lately, that pang of something sharp and heavy in his chest while they fuck or be fucked. It’s as if he wants to hold more than just their cocks, to cling to more than just their bodies and the feelings Junsu is too afraid to admit to reveal themselves involuntarily.
Ironically, it’s that same feeling that almost pushes him over the edge. Changmin ruins the moment by roughly pulling him up by the hair, dislodging his now-limp cock from Junsu’s mouth.
“Fuck, enough already. Hurts.” Junsu lets out his own groan; he’d been so close. He rests his forehead against Changmin’s thigh for all of ten seconds, actually contemplating if he should just take matters into his own hands - literally - but there’s no satisfaction in that. Not when everyone else was - is - getting it from each other. Jaejoong’s still going, bent over Yunho’s back and fucking Yunho at an agonizingly slow pace that has Yunho begging into the leather, a nearly incoherent litany of “please please Jaejoong - fuck me harder - please.”
Junsu’s over there in a heartbeat.
He runs a finger nail down Jaejoong’s side and the older man jerks and shivers, looking up at Junsu with a scowl for ruining his rhythm. Junsu gives him his best ‘me too’ face and presses his own hard cock against Jaejoong’s side, whimpering just a little for added effect; not all of it is an act, he’s already a little desperate. Junsu leans over, sucking in that spot just behind Jaejoong’s neck that Junsu knows drives the older man crazy, wordlessly asking to join in.
Jaejoong looks like he’s contemplating resistance - not an option in Junsu’s currently very aroused, very aching state - so he sucks at the skin of Jaejoong’s neck, nipping just enough to have Jaejoong’s knees go weak. He overdoes it somehow and the next thing he knows, Jaejoong’s coming, the sudden loud gasp he lets out almost sounding surprised. Junsu takes that as his cue to move into place, kneeling on the lounge chair and pulling Yunho’s head up to nudge the tip of his cock into the other man’s mouth. Yunho knows exactly what to do, accepting it immediately and sucking hard. Junsu whispers an apology as he thrusts all the way in, rougher even than Changmin was with him, but he’s been hard for the better part of an hour and chances are this’ll be over quickly.
Yunho starts to moan while Junsu fucks his mouth and its’ easy to figure out why. Junsu looks down to where Jaejoong is still draped over Yunho’s behind only to find Jaejoong looking back at him, hands nowhere to be seen. Junsu can only imagine where they are, which was probably on Yunho’s cock and stroking in time to Junsu’s own thrusts. Jaejoong had come only moments before, but lust still clouds his eyes, watching Junsu. He licks his lips suggestively and that’s what does Junsu in. One look at Jaejoong’s pink tongue running across his bottom lip and Junsu’s letting out a hoarse cry, followed by another when Yunho’s mouth tightens around his cock as his own orgasm rips through him.
Junsu falls back onto the lounge chair, body feeling sated and boneless. He’s too busy contemplating how the hell he’ll be able to get up for the next set when Yunho is literally thrown into his lap. He’s hefted by an unsteady Jaejoong who simply walks away and joins Yoochun and Changmin who are busy making out on the other couch. Junsu lets out a pained grunt as one of Yunho’s elbows hits him in the chest, shifting the larger man away from his still sensitive cock. Yunho’s still panting, mouth glistening with sweat and come. He looks so good like that, utterly debauched, so Junsu doesn’t bother resisting the urge to lean in and engage Yunho in kisses of his own. He can taste himself on Yunho’s tongue, as well as Jaejoong too. Junsu knows he tastes like Yoochun and Changmin, and for that he kisses Yunho even harder.
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Then again, maybe the reason Junsu stays and settles for less than what he knows he could have is because he might a little in love with all of them. As they lie there sticky, sweat-slicked, and cum-filled, there’s such an overwhelming sense of completion that Junsu thinks maybe - just maybe - he isn’t settling for less. He’s settling for an alternative instead, and for as long as they can stay like this, lost in the glamour of the stage then lost in each other in every after and in between, it might not be so bad.
A/N: This first one to showcase my absolute love for OT5. Forgive me for the lack of plot and awkward sexy!times. It’s been a while since I’ve written smut so some parts may not go over well LOLOL anyway, ENJOY♥ Also, I have classes in the morning till late in the afternoon, so I will be posting in the evenings. This one is earlier in the day because my morning class got cancelled. Vaguelynormal will probably post whenever she finally drags herself out of bed at noon time xDDDD