Making Trouble the Easy Way
Title: Making Trouble the Easy Way
Pairing: Junseung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Hyunseung is a dance perfectionist, Junhyung is a song perfectionist. Both lead to a rather predictable end in a small sound room with a sweaty dancer ready to tackle any obstacle between him and his comfortable sheets.
Making Trouble the Easy Way
A snap of lithe hips had Hyunseung finishing off his dance, last traces of whistling echoing through the room. It had been easy enough to learn his part of ‘Troublemaker’; that Michael Jackson sway with thriller hands was definitely the highlight of his performance. Learning Hyunah's had naturally been the next step. Hyunseung was nothing if not a perfectionist, although his desire to learn her part wasn't purely out of the competitiveness of his heart. Hyunseung wiped his sweaty brow with the hem of his baggy tee, darkening the fabric as it was soaked through. It'd been hours--who knew how long ago the building had, for the large part, emptied out. Hyunseung knew, however, that there would always be stragglers. People like him who were never content. Artists who never stopped working, striving, to be better.
He'd bet a million dollars that Jun was still there (not that anyone would be willing to take that bet).
Before venturing out into the gloomy halls of Cube Ent, Hyunseung took his time: guzzling water sloppily from his bottle, switching out of his wet shirt for a drier (tighter) one, dabbing his face with a towel. Deeming himself worthy (enough for his lover, never for public), Hyunseung packed up his bag and slung it over a thin shoulder. He flicked the lights off and left the practice room, making the short trek to the recording rooms.
He heard before he saw his bandmate. Strains of what sounded like a quiet organ filtered through the air, the soft cusses of a scratchy voice following shortly after. The music stopped, silence once again ringing through the empty hall. Hyunseung smiled at his lover's harsh tongue and walked to the only room with a light still on. He peeked through the window. Junhyung was there, baggy tee (trendy, Junhyung would argue but Hyunseung thought it made him look softer and more feminine) and beanie his battle-armor of choice. He was hunched in a rather uncomfortable position, fingers flying over the soundboard with lower lip firmly gripped between teeth.
Hyunseung drank in the sight of him a moment before opening the door. Junhyung's head snapped up towards him immediately. "Hi," Hyunseung said, bending down to receive a kiss from the rapper's gnawed lips.
"Hi," Junhyung mumbled against his mouth before pulling back and slouching again into his chair.
"I'd say I can't believe you're still here," Hyunseung began, "but then I'd be a giant, fat, lying liar."
"I don't think anything you ever do is capable of being fat," Junhyung said dryly, once again eyeing the computer screen and fiddling with the tuner on his board. Hyunseung smirked and plopped on the couch against the wall.
"Maybe," he said easily.
Without breaking eye contact with his second lover (stupid soundboard), Junhyung addressed the dancer. "Go ahead and go on home, Seung, I'll be here a while longer."
Hyunseung scowled disapprovingly. "You should go with me. It's not healthy to stay up this late all the time. Seriously."
Junhyung's brain had an uncanny talent of recognizing nagging and turning it into white noise, Hyunseung thought as the rapper sat unmoving in his chair. Not even a twitch of acknowledgement. Hyunseung's lips turned down into a pout.
"Jun," he said, a little more forcefully. "I want to go home with you."
"Next time," Junhyung appeased, music once again playing through the speakers.
‘Living without you,’ Hyunseung groused internally, how appropriate at this current moment. But luckily he had a little trick hidden up his sleeve.
"Fine," he said airily, examining his nails in feigned nonchalance. "Can I at least show you the new moves I worked on today? Just for a break? I'm really proud of them."
The rapper froze in his chair, hands poised on the computer mouse. Hyunseung just appealed to his weakness. Junhyung loved watching his lover dance. Probably even more than he loved dancing with him. He sighed, and caving into the temptation, grunted an agreement and swiveled his chair around. Hyunseung was smirking (never a good sign) and Junhyung shifted in his chair.
"One rule though," Hyunseung commanded, walking over to plug his ipod into the soundroom speakers, "no touching."
He pressed play on his ipod as Junhyung was asking "why would you--" and the sultry bass of TVXQ's song played through the speakers. "Before you go." The baby making song, as Yoseob deemed it.
Hyunseung swung his hips as he walked back, stopping right in front of Junhyung's chair and crouching down, snapping his hips as he rolled back up against the rapper's chair. Junhyung swallowed as his eyes flicked to the dancer's jean clothed rear. He looked back up in time to catch Hyunseung licking his lips and without meaning to, reached his arms up to grip the dancer's thin hips. Hyunseung danced out of his grasp. "Ah, ah," he scolded playfully, thrusting on the downbeat. "No touching."
He waved his body in a slow roll, running a lazy hand down his chest and over his crotch in an exaggerated thrust. Junhyung's mouth went dry and cottony as Hyunseung proceed to flirt with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up to expose a slip of milky skin before dropping it back down over his waistband. Junhyung's hands clenched on the armchair and Hyunseung rocked his hips, slipped lower to a crouch and then crawled over to Junhyung’s chair. Hyunseung at his feet sent Junhyung a jolt of desire accompanied by an addictive feeling of power. He looked down as Hyunseung dragged small hands along his calves, dragging up slowly over his knees. Hyunseung's eyes were lidded, the rocking beat of the song matching every swallow of his creamy neck, every twitch of his fingers along Junhyung's legs. Junhyung’s lips parted, breathing shallowly through his mouth as Hyunseung's hands pushed up his thighs, flirting with his zipper before rising back to his feet. He straddled Junhyung's parted legs and thrust slowly, acutely, gaze burning into Junhyung's retinas. Junhyung's knuckles went white resisting the pull to palm the present so brazenly offered to him. Hyunseung smirked at the obvious arousal in his lover's pants and turned, sitting in Junhyung's lap. He threw his head back against the rapper's neck and rocked his ass against his stifled erection. Junhyung groaned loudly and bit his lip before breaking his promise.
His hands grabbed Hyunseung's hips like a brand and forced the other to press harder against him. Hyunseung mewled and rolled his hips tighter back into Junhyung's lap. "Jun, you broke the rule," Hyunseung panted against his neck, still rubbing wantonly against Junhyung's body.
Junhyung smirked and pushed his hips up, letting his clothed erection rock into the curve of Hyunseung's ass. Hyunseung growled and gripped Junhyung's hands, pulling them off so he could turn around and harshly press his mouth against the rappers, tongues immediately clashing and twining together. Hyunseung nipped at Junhyung's lip before he took the chance to escape, walking back out of Junhyung's greedy arms.
Without skipping a beat, Hyunseung dipped his hands into his waistband, pulling his jeans low enough to reveal the dip of his pelvis. He looked thoroughly debauched, lips red from Junhyung's assault, and as he slowly tugged the pants off his thin legs Junhyung fought every fiber of his being to get off the chair and thrust into the dancer raw. Instead he stared hungrily at the familiar skin, fingertips recalling the smooth skin pressed against their pads. Hyunseung fingered the hem of his tee again and nibbled his lip as he tugged it over his head in a swift motion. His hands clasped behind his neck as he undulated to the bass.
And Junhyung lost it.
Practically leaping from the chair, Junhyung's hands folded over his lover's own, clutching between slender fingers at the hair on the nape of his neck. Hyunseung moaned into his mouth, already attached and sucking at the familiar tongue proffered. Junhyung pushed down on Hyunseung's shoulders, buckling his knees and sending them both to the floor. He crawled over Hyunseung's naked body and pulled his large tee off, moving down to press his lips against the divet of Hyunseung's collarbone. Hyunseung arched his chest up to his lover's warm mouth and slid his hands down Junhyung's smooth back. His hands hit the waistline of his jeans and moved to the front, quickly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Junhyung separated himself from Hyunseung's skin and stood up, hastily sliding his jeans off and throwing them to the side. He returned to his knees (now feeling a bit of pain from the carpet burn) and shuffled his body down to take Hyunseung in his mouth. The dancer whined as Junhyung's tongue wrapped around his length.
Junhyung dropped his head, taking in the hot erection until he felt a tickling in the back of his throat. He sucked and Hyunseung mewled, arching up into his mouth. Junhyung continued sucking and licking as he worked the hot shaft in his mouth. Hyunseung thrust shallowly as Junhyung dipped down to take him entirely, fingers playing with the base as he lapped at the hardness on his tongue. Hyunseung moaned deeply and shuddered before cumming-it was so fast Junhyung choked on the liquid running down his throat, but he worked to swallow it before rising up to look at his lover’s flushed cheeks.
“That was fast,” he managed roughly before Hyunseung was pulling him down, harshly kissing his lips and sucking on his own essence.
“Jun,” he mewled, rolling along the slim body above him. “Jun I want you in me.”
Junhyung didn’t need a second invitation and divested himself of his pants before spitting roughly (uselessly) on his fingers and shoving two of them unforgivingly into Hyunseung’s tight hole. Hyunseung keened at the burning sensation and rocked against Junhyung’s slim fingers, loving the mix of pain and pleasure. Junhyung worked his fingers a short while before removing them with a crude ‘shlick’ and spitting again into his palm. He ran exited fingers along his shaft before positioning himself at his lover’s hole.
And he thrust in.
Hyunseung cried the same time he did-as much from pleasure as from the burn that pervaded his senses. Junhyung wasted no time in picking a speed and rocking into the dancer’s lithe body, pulling his thighs apart with steady hands as he pushed greedily into Hyunseung’s body. Hyunseung moaned and his finger’s clawed at Junhyung’s shoulders as he felt his lover move inside. The familiar build-up started in his core and Hyunseung pulled the rapper down by the neck to taste his lips. Junhyung felt Hyunseung’s body shudder around him and he sped up, pushing despite friction into his lover’s body. The heat added to his unbearable situation, and before long Junhyung pushed a final time deep into Hyunseung before he released inside. Hyunseung squirmed and gasped as Junhyung rode out his orgasm. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of Hyunseung’s sweaty body, still lying on the carpet. His hand moved down to grasp Hyunseung’s twitching erection.
“Come on, baby,” Junhyung growled, “you know you want to cum for me.”
Hyunseung panted and pushed into Junhyung’s tight fist. “Keep going.”
“Fuck, Seung,” Junhyung said, staring hungrily at Hyunseung’s pinched face, “you’re so hot like this. Come on, moan like the slut you are. Maybe I’ll use it in my song. You’d like that, huh? All your fans hearing what a whore you can sound like. Come on, Seung, do it.”
Hyunseung’s breath caught before he came painfully a second time into Junhyung waiting hand. Junhyung grinned ferally and brought his hand to his mouth, tongue lapping sinfully at his stained digits.
“Now,” Hyunseung panted, staring at Junhyung’s dirty expression through damp bangs, “now will you come home with me?”
Junhyung finished licking his hands and rose to his feet, knees cracking with protest at their mistreatment. He helped Hyunseung up and they began to dress themselves.
“Okay,” Junhyung agreed, pulling his beanie back on top of disheveled hair. “On one condition.”
“What’s that,” Hyunseung said absently, looking for his tee before finally spotting it hanging precariously off the couch’s arm.
“You dance for me like that again back home.”
Hyunseung pulled the tee over his head and grinned dangerously. “Only if this time, I show you how slutty you can sound.”
“Deal.”
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A.N: I LOVE YOU CLANDESTINE! <333333333333333333333333333
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Pairing: Junseung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Hyunseung is a dance perfectionist, Junhyung is a song perfectionist. Both lead to a rather predictable end in a small sound room with a sweaty dancer ready to tackle any obstacle between him and his comfortable sheets.
Making Trouble the Easy Way
A snap of lithe hips had Hyunseung finishing off his dance, last traces of whistling echoing through the room. It had been easy enough to learn his part of ‘Troublemaker’; that Michael Jackson sway with thriller hands was definitely the highlight of his performance. Learning Hyunah's had naturally been the next step. Hyunseung was nothing if not a perfectionist, although his desire to learn her part wasn't purely out of the competitiveness of his heart. Hyunseung wiped his sweaty brow with the hem of his baggy tee, darkening the fabric as it was soaked through. It'd been hours--who knew how long ago the building had, for the large part, emptied out. Hyunseung knew, however, that there would always be stragglers. People like him who were never content. Artists who never stopped working, striving, to be better.
He'd bet a million dollars that Jun was still there (not that anyone would be willing to take that bet).
Before venturing out into the gloomy halls of Cube Ent, Hyunseung took his time: guzzling water sloppily from his bottle, switching out of his wet shirt for a drier (tighter) one, dabbing his face with a towel. Deeming himself worthy (enough for his lover, never for public), Hyunseung packed up his bag and slung it over a thin shoulder. He flicked the lights off and left the practice room, making the short trek to the recording rooms.
He heard before he saw his bandmate. Strains of what sounded like a quiet organ filtered through the air, the soft cusses of a scratchy voice following shortly after. The music stopped, silence once again ringing through the empty hall. Hyunseung smiled at his lover's harsh tongue and walked to the only room with a light still on. He peeked through the window. Junhyung was there, baggy tee (trendy, Junhyung would argue but Hyunseung thought it made him look softer and more feminine) and beanie his battle-armor of choice. He was hunched in a rather uncomfortable position, fingers flying over the soundboard with lower lip firmly gripped between teeth.
Hyunseung drank in the sight of him a moment before opening the door. Junhyung's head snapped up towards him immediately. "Hi," Hyunseung said, bending down to receive a kiss from the rapper's gnawed lips.
"Hi," Junhyung mumbled against his mouth before pulling back and slouching again into his chair.
"I'd say I can't believe you're still here," Hyunseung began, "but then I'd be a giant, fat, lying liar."
"I don't think anything you ever do is capable of being fat," Junhyung said dryly, once again eyeing the computer screen and fiddling with the tuner on his board. Hyunseung smirked and plopped on the couch against the wall.
"Maybe," he said easily.
Without breaking eye contact with his second lover (stupid soundboard), Junhyung addressed the dancer. "Go ahead and go on home, Seung, I'll be here a while longer."
Hyunseung scowled disapprovingly. "You should go with me. It's not healthy to stay up this late all the time. Seriously."
Junhyung's brain had an uncanny talent of recognizing nagging and turning it into white noise, Hyunseung thought as the rapper sat unmoving in his chair. Not even a twitch of acknowledgement. Hyunseung's lips turned down into a pout.
"Jun," he said, a little more forcefully. "I want to go home with you."
"Next time," Junhyung appeased, music once again playing through the speakers.
‘Living without you,’ Hyunseung groused internally, how appropriate at this current moment. But luckily he had a little trick hidden up his sleeve.
"Fine," he said airily, examining his nails in feigned nonchalance. "Can I at least show you the new moves I worked on today? Just for a break? I'm really proud of them."
The rapper froze in his chair, hands poised on the computer mouse. Hyunseung just appealed to his weakness. Junhyung loved watching his lover dance. Probably even more than he loved dancing with him. He sighed, and caving into the temptation, grunted an agreement and swiveled his chair around. Hyunseung was smirking (never a good sign) and Junhyung shifted in his chair.
"One rule though," Hyunseung commanded, walking over to plug his ipod into the soundroom speakers, "no touching."
He pressed play on his ipod as Junhyung was asking "why would you--" and the sultry bass of TVXQ's song played through the speakers. "Before you go." The baby making song, as Yoseob deemed it.
Hyunseung swung his hips as he walked back, stopping right in front of Junhyung's chair and crouching down, snapping his hips as he rolled back up against the rapper's chair. Junhyung swallowed as his eyes flicked to the dancer's jean clothed rear. He looked back up in time to catch Hyunseung licking his lips and without meaning to, reached his arms up to grip the dancer's thin hips. Hyunseung danced out of his grasp. "Ah, ah," he scolded playfully, thrusting on the downbeat. "No touching."
He waved his body in a slow roll, running a lazy hand down his chest and over his crotch in an exaggerated thrust. Junhyung's mouth went dry and cottony as Hyunseung proceed to flirt with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up to expose a slip of milky skin before dropping it back down over his waistband. Junhyung's hands clenched on the armchair and Hyunseung rocked his hips, slipped lower to a crouch and then crawled over to Junhyung’s chair. Hyunseung at his feet sent Junhyung a jolt of desire accompanied by an addictive feeling of power. He looked down as Hyunseung dragged small hands along his calves, dragging up slowly over his knees. Hyunseung's eyes were lidded, the rocking beat of the song matching every swallow of his creamy neck, every twitch of his fingers along Junhyung's legs. Junhyung’s lips parted, breathing shallowly through his mouth as Hyunseung's hands pushed up his thighs, flirting with his zipper before rising back to his feet. He straddled Junhyung's parted legs and thrust slowly, acutely, gaze burning into Junhyung's retinas. Junhyung's knuckles went white resisting the pull to palm the present so brazenly offered to him. Hyunseung smirked at the obvious arousal in his lover's pants and turned, sitting in Junhyung's lap. He threw his head back against the rapper's neck and rocked his ass against his stifled erection. Junhyung groaned loudly and bit his lip before breaking his promise.
His hands grabbed Hyunseung's hips like a brand and forced the other to press harder against him. Hyunseung mewled and rolled his hips tighter back into Junhyung's lap. "Jun, you broke the rule," Hyunseung panted against his neck, still rubbing wantonly against Junhyung's body.
Junhyung smirked and pushed his hips up, letting his clothed erection rock into the curve of Hyunseung's ass. Hyunseung growled and gripped Junhyung's hands, pulling them off so he could turn around and harshly press his mouth against the rappers, tongues immediately clashing and twining together. Hyunseung nipped at Junhyung's lip before he took the chance to escape, walking back out of Junhyung's greedy arms.
Without skipping a beat, Hyunseung dipped his hands into his waistband, pulling his jeans low enough to reveal the dip of his pelvis. He looked thoroughly debauched, lips red from Junhyung's assault, and as he slowly tugged the pants off his thin legs Junhyung fought every fiber of his being to get off the chair and thrust into the dancer raw. Instead he stared hungrily at the familiar skin, fingertips recalling the smooth skin pressed against their pads. Hyunseung fingered the hem of his tee again and nibbled his lip as he tugged it over his head in a swift motion. His hands clasped behind his neck as he undulated to the bass.
And Junhyung lost it.
Practically leaping from the chair, Junhyung's hands folded over his lover's own, clutching between slender fingers at the hair on the nape of his neck. Hyunseung moaned into his mouth, already attached and sucking at the familiar tongue proffered. Junhyung pushed down on Hyunseung's shoulders, buckling his knees and sending them both to the floor. He crawled over Hyunseung's naked body and pulled his large tee off, moving down to press his lips against the divet of Hyunseung's collarbone. Hyunseung arched his chest up to his lover's warm mouth and slid his hands down Junhyung's smooth back. His hands hit the waistline of his jeans and moved to the front, quickly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Junhyung separated himself from Hyunseung's skin and stood up, hastily sliding his jeans off and throwing them to the side. He returned to his knees (now feeling a bit of pain from the carpet burn) and shuffled his body down to take Hyunseung in his mouth. The dancer whined as Junhyung's tongue wrapped around his length.
Junhyung dropped his head, taking in the hot erection until he felt a tickling in the back of his throat. He sucked and Hyunseung mewled, arching up into his mouth. Junhyung continued sucking and licking as he worked the hot shaft in his mouth. Hyunseung thrust shallowly as Junhyung dipped down to take him entirely, fingers playing with the base as he lapped at the hardness on his tongue. Hyunseung moaned deeply and shuddered before cumming-it was so fast Junhyung choked on the liquid running down his throat, but he worked to swallow it before rising up to look at his lover’s flushed cheeks.
“That was fast,” he managed roughly before Hyunseung was pulling him down, harshly kissing his lips and sucking on his own essence.
“Jun,” he mewled, rolling along the slim body above him. “Jun I want you in me.”
Junhyung didn’t need a second invitation and divested himself of his pants before spitting roughly (uselessly) on his fingers and shoving two of them unforgivingly into Hyunseung’s tight hole. Hyunseung keened at the burning sensation and rocked against Junhyung’s slim fingers, loving the mix of pain and pleasure. Junhyung worked his fingers a short while before removing them with a crude ‘shlick’ and spitting again into his palm. He ran exited fingers along his shaft before positioning himself at his lover’s hole.
And he thrust in.
Hyunseung cried the same time he did-as much from pleasure as from the burn that pervaded his senses. Junhyung wasted no time in picking a speed and rocking into the dancer’s lithe body, pulling his thighs apart with steady hands as he pushed greedily into Hyunseung’s body. Hyunseung moaned and his finger’s clawed at Junhyung’s shoulders as he felt his lover move inside. The familiar build-up started in his core and Hyunseung pulled the rapper down by the neck to taste his lips. Junhyung felt Hyunseung’s body shudder around him and he sped up, pushing despite friction into his lover’s body. The heat added to his unbearable situation, and before long Junhyung pushed a final time deep into Hyunseung before he released inside. Hyunseung squirmed and gasped as Junhyung rode out his orgasm. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of Hyunseung’s sweaty body, still lying on the carpet. His hand moved down to grasp Hyunseung’s twitching erection.
“Come on, baby,” Junhyung growled, “you know you want to cum for me.”
Hyunseung panted and pushed into Junhyung’s tight fist. “Keep going.”
“Fuck, Seung,” Junhyung said, staring hungrily at Hyunseung’s pinched face, “you’re so hot like this. Come on, moan like the slut you are. Maybe I’ll use it in my song. You’d like that, huh? All your fans hearing what a whore you can sound like. Come on, Seung, do it.”
Hyunseung’s breath caught before he came painfully a second time into Junhyung waiting hand. Junhyung grinned ferally and brought his hand to his mouth, tongue lapping sinfully at his stained digits.
“Now,” Hyunseung panted, staring at Junhyung’s dirty expression through damp bangs, “now will you come home with me?”
Junhyung finished licking his hands and rose to his feet, knees cracking with protest at their mistreatment. He helped Hyunseung up and they began to dress themselves.
“Okay,” Junhyung agreed, pulling his beanie back on top of disheveled hair. “On one condition.”
“What’s that,” Hyunseung said absently, looking for his tee before finally spotting it hanging precariously off the couch’s arm.
“You dance for me like that again back home.”
Hyunseung pulled the tee over his head and grinned dangerously. “Only if this time, I show you how slutty you can sound.”
“Deal.”
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A.N: I LOVE YOU CLANDESTINE! <333333333333333333333333333
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