The Sabre Fighter 11
title: The sabre fighter
pairing: Jaesu
genre: romance, smut
rating: NC-17
length: 3978 words, chaptered [11/13]
summary: see chapter one
a/n: warning for sexual content.
Chapter 11
Cold feet were sliding against each other at the end of tangled legs, striving for body-heat. Kisses, rich of desperation and lust, were shared. Just now and then they would reluctantly cut their connection, but only to share glances filled with conciliating smiles. Jaejoong didn't mind it was a cover for Junsu's lack of breath. He adored him instead.
“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look like this? So breathless and flushed. Oh, and cute...yeah cute.” It was a statement and Junsu knew that when Jaejoong gazed his face up and down with parted lips, lasting a little bit longer on the spotted skin under his jaw. He looked almost like he found a new favourite place he wanted to suck at, hungrily. The thought made even Junsu's mouth water.
He smiled and blushed harder, if possible. Parting his legs he made room for Jaejoong to settle in between who was on top of him anyway. When he was going to get more intimate with his boyfriend, then at a time he wasn't going to get redder than this, he decided. “You call me cute all the time,” he said in a reprimanding response but stretched his hand out to stroke Jaejoong's face and show him he didn't mind whatsoever.
He only realized it was the wrong hand to use when he felt Jaejoong stirring his cheek away from the scratchy material of his bandage. He retreated his hand immediately as he saw the guilty expression of his boyfriend.
But Jaejoong didn't let him and pulled the hand back with his, caressing his lips against it very softly. “Does it still hurt?” he breathed warmly over the fingers.
“Yes.” Junsu lied and bit his lip to not let the traitorous giggle escape him.
“I'm sorry for this. I'll make it up to you, I promise.” he whispered against the burned hand, leaving another couple of kisses on it before carefully leading the hand around his own torso and pressing his chest closer to Junsu's. The action took Junsu's breath completely away.
“It's okay, not so bad,” he said guiltily after he breathed deeply in.
The tangible heaving of the chest brought Jaejoong to another idea since it connected back to problem number one; the reason why they weren't kissing.
“Remind me to train you in expanding your lung-capacity. You wouldn't stand a thousand metres' run. I'm not even starting on long distance runs like marathons.” He shook his head at the last words.
Junsu smiled again at his trainer instincts. “All right, master Jaejoong,” he teased “it's on the to-do list.”
At the word 'master' he felt Jaejoong's lower parts react in a certain way against him and this time it took his everything not to burst out chuckling.
“Yeah? What else is on that to-do list of yours?” Jaejoong asked with particularly seductive eyes to abstract him from that lower movement of his.
“Hmm...let's see, you wanted to train my speed and my sense of orientation, oh but I got a lot better at the last one already! It's a miracle I found back into this room. I deserve an award or something.”
Jaejoong lifted one corner of his mouth in a half-smirk and lowered it to Junsu's one cheek, then the other. “Definitely,” he whispered in between the fluttery, rewarding kisses “you did great in finding back.”
Junsu melted and enjoyed the little shivers running through his body with every contact of lips against him. He knew this was the right kind of contact because when Jaejoong kissed him, he felt those jolts of electricity, every single time.
Misunderstanding the situation, Jaejoong manoeuvred the blanket over their bodies, making Junsu give him a smile of sympathy because he knew Jaejoong worried too much about him.
“We still didn't go to get you new clothes,” said Jaejoong when they were comfortable again underneath the blanket where their warmth had no escape route.
“Huh?” All coherent thoughts had left Junsu when that welcome heat had enveloped him and the man above him tugged at the clothes on his body to emphasize his words.
“The things on your to-do list...”
“Oh, right.”
“Let's bother Yoonji and Dahae-Nuna tomorrow with that.”
“Okay,” he said, although those women weren't the ones he wanted to think about right then, so he tried to concentrate every sense of his on Jaejoong. Just then he realized what a queer route of thought his mind took. Apart from everything that had already happened with him, it shocked him.
“We have to go to Yunho, too. He has a little present for you. I talked to him about it during the din- what's wrong?” Jaejoong broke his own sentence when he noticed the change in Junsu's face.
“Nothing. I just realized how gay I am.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Well, hello and good morning! Welcome on the other side of the lake.”
“Ha-ha.” Junsu said dryly.
“Oh, come on! Not that it's big news.”
He sighed and nodded before he buried his face in Jaejoong's neck as a comfort. For Jaejoong he didn't actually mind being gay, he decided.
Jaejoong answered the approximation with his own when he tightened one arm around Junsu's torso while the other wandered to Junsu's arse, groping and shoving their hips together.
Gasping deeply against the now wet neck, Junsu knew he drove Jaejoong as crazy when his exhaled air tickled the skin. His own hands felt all over the fit body on top of him and were he stronger, he would have ripped those fighter-clothes off in an instant.
So, of course Jaejoong beat him to it, pulling him first out of that soft white shirt Jaejoong lent him. The immediate attack on his nipples as Jaejoong disappeared with his head under the blanket was expected, but ticklish anyway. It pushed him that much further to the edge of control.
As a revenge, he let his non-bandaged hand slip past the waistband of Jaejoong's own white fighting-attire, showing him he wasn't kidding when he said he'll make him come again.
Jaejoong's head resurfaced with a mocking grin when he stared into Junsu's half-lidded eyes. “Go on, grab my cock. I don't mind.”
Dumbstruck by his vulgar honesty, he hesitated to continue.
However, seeing his grin vanish and being replaced by insecurity hurt Junsu anew. “Tell me you're mine. Please, I need this.” Jaejoong was dead serious and begging and Junsu almost shed tears because he knew this was nothing about submission, it was just his boyfriend asking him where he stood at and where he belonged, it was an indirect do you love me?
He knew nothing about the loving part but he could guarantee at this moment he belonged to Jaejoong.
“Tell me no rain in the world will separate us.” Jaejoong continued at Junsu's silence and got that much more insecure.
Fully understanding the subliminal meaning behind his words, he felt that pang in his heart again that made him ache all over on Jaejoong's behalf. He reasoned it must be another one of those concomitant phenomenons of being in a relationship at last.
Junsu nodded finally. “No rain. Yours.”
Closing his eyes in relief, Jaejoong nodded, too before he leaned in to devour Junsu's lips once more. “Mine,” he repeated over the plump, glistening flesh and that new twinkle in his eyes was proof enough to Junsu that it was all worth it.
The new friction against his own erection, caused by Jaejoong's hip-rotation, was Junsu's signal to continue with his handiwork.
Oh yes, he thought, Jaejoong was hard beyond return. His moan-cry hybrid convinced Junsu to muster up the courage and go on, although the length in his fingers felt alien. Sure, he touched it before over fabrics, but not like this, skin on skin and heat against heat. Slowly he stroked up and down, thumbing the shaft carefully while Jaejoong licked and bit along his shoulder-blades to muffle his noises. As soon as his thumb wiped pre-come along the shaft, he led the penis drop like a hot potato.
“Ew!” he screamed and withdrew his hand, making Jaejoong jump.
“What?” he asked in scare.
Junsu's jaw shuddered, he didn't want to hurt him but he didn't know what else to say. “You're leaking!” he smeared his thumb clean on his own trousers, in a very similar manner to his very first reaction.
Jaejoong sighed. “So what? You made me!”
Junsu shrugged.
“Baby, you can't react like that every time you touch my semen. That's not how sex works!” he said, as though teaching his child.
Another shiver ran through Junsu before he snapped. “Oh yeah? So tell me how sex works! As if you know it, you have as much experience as me!”
Jaejoong flushed and were Junsu in a better mood, he would've grinned. “Not that it's difficult... It's all about cocks and holes, isn't it?” Another one of those mischievous smiles adorned his features at a thought that occurred him.
After having rolled his eyes at Jaejoong's answer, Junsu became suspicious of that smile. “What's so funny?” He raised his eyebrows.
To answer, Jaejoong leaned into his ear, pressing his grin against the lope before letting his tongue out to lick the shell. Junsu twitched. “Is your hole clean?”
Being the dull one that he sometimes was, Junsu turned his head to look him confused in the eyes. “My ear-hole? You tell me.”
“Not that hole, silly.” Jaejoong whispered, a chuckle bubbling up his chest. “I don't want to bump into...'brown gold'...if you know what I mean.” speaking the words at last didn't help to suppress it, so he burst out laughing.
The coin dropped and Junsu shoved at his chest. “EW!” he screamed for the second time and his blood crept up his neck again, flooding his cheeks. “You're so disgusting! Of-of course I'm clean!” he stuttered at admitting the last.
“Really? Let me check.” He had his hands out to push Junsu's trousers down but he stopped at his protest.
“No! God, I can't believe you even asked me!”
“Come on, why so serious? It's just a natural process of the human body. Everybody's doing it!”
“Yes but you don't talk about this stuff.”
Jaejoong grinned again. “You're so shy.”
“Says the virgin sabre fighter...”
“Says the soon-to-be-no-virgin-anymore sabre fighter.” he pointed out. And then he tugged at Junsu's trousers again. Between half-hearted no's and don't's and pulls, Jaejoong freed him because he was still the stronger one and he could.
This time his whole body disappeared underneath the blanket and Junsu saw only the huge bulge above his lower body half. His jaw dropped the moment he felt the licks against the inner surface of his thighs, so close to his crotch and so mad driving because that was one of his most sensitive parts.
“No...stop teasing...” he further protested in between whimpers while he tried to kick Jaejoong away.
But Jaejoong held him in a clever grip, so he couldn't move his legs while he licked and kissed on. “If you're not going to do this, then I will.” Junsu heard his muffled voice.
He bucked his hips when he felt those slender but rough fingers wrap around his own penis. He continued to whimper his no's but they weirdly turned into yes's somewhere in time.
“No...nooo...god, no...ungh...nyo...yo..nyes... yes...”
He could swear he felt a smirk pressed against his thighs and it was beyond humiliating.
“Jaejoong...”
“Yeah, baby...call my name...” he hummed between licks.
“No, Jaejoong. Stop! Those...dry rubs... hurt my cock.” He gulped shallow breaths and didn't care when he was the one now being vulgar.
Jaejoong reappeared and with him a warm waft of air from under the blanket. He felt wet kisses pressed against his face when Jaejoong apologized. “Sorry, babe.”
He stood up and left the bed, saying “I'll be back in a minute. Don't move.”
Junsu turned his head after him, watching his back while he was leaving.
“Where are you going?” He was worried he said the wrong thing but Jaejoong smiled at him in reassurance, that beautiful smile for which he would've stood still for an eternity if Jaejoong asked him to.
“To Heechul-hyung. Or Yesung-hyung. Whoever I'll find first, although I know I'll find them pretty much together anyway. They've got a stash of self-made lube which they usually gift to everyone during every holiday.”
“Oh.”
“Usually they don't bother to give me a bottle since they preserve them for the couples but I hope they'll change their mind this time around.” He winked at Junsu before opening the door.
Junsu dropped his head into the pillow and was about to wait for his boyfriend when the latter let a sound of surprise out. He looked up again and saw how Jaejoong kneed down at the door-frame.
“Oh, look at this! Surprise, surprise.” He turned around and grinned from ear to ear, presenting the tiny bottle. “My favourite AB-couple didn't forget me this time!”
Junsu grinned, too, but only because he knew Jaejoong wasn't serious about the 'favourite' part, he found his sarcasm adorable.
Jaejoong laughed when he read the little card. “They even mentioned you. This is for both of us.” He tossed the card away and was about to unscrew the cap when Junsu stopped him.
“No. First strip for me.”
“What?” he questioned smugly.
“You heard me. This is so unfair. I'm naked and you're not.”
Approaching Junsu, who was wrapped in the blanket, he handed him the bottle, gave him a kiss on the lips, then agreed.
“Okay. You're right.”
Junsu couldn't believe his own ears, even though he liked what he heard. “Really? You're really going to do it?”
“Yeah. So watch carefully. I'll put on a whole show for you.”
So full of himself, Junsu thought. But he didn't mind. Because the moment Jaejoong put layer after layer of clothes down in front of him, dancing to an unheard rhythm, his own melody, and revealing marbled, light skin, consciously bragging with his perfectly shaped body, Junsu knew this Adonis had all reason to.
“I'm a little bit nervous.” Jaejoong admitted, shivering just a tiny bit and wrapping his arms around himself, whether acted or not, he didn't know.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu rasped with a dry throat. He gulped spit before he started again. “You're a fucking god.” He declared bluntly, his eyes nearly popping out to take everything in.
There was that beautiful smile again as Jaejoong jumped on the bed, his hard prick slightly swinging with him and exposing itself to Junsu with all its glory.
“Lovely.” Junsu said in a state of bedazzlement, making Jaejoong kiss him senseless before he returned to his place under the blanket.
He grabbed the bottle back during the activity and coated his fingers with it before screwing the cap and tossing the bottle aside. Soon his hand found its place around Junsu's erection again and rubbed up and down while his other hand wrapped around his own one, slicking it.
Junsu's little whimpers turned into loud groans and he started to really enjoy what Jaejoong was doing to him. Right to the moment Jaejoong nudged his prick's head against his hole at least.
“Wait...” he cried.
“What now?” Jaejoong groaned in return but didn't stop to give him those electrifying kisses on each spot of skin he could reach with his lips. Oh, that was so mean, Junsu thought.
“I'm scared.”
“Don't be, Junsu.” he said softly to that confession. He hugged him tightly before he lifted one leg of Junsu with the inner crook of his elbow and pressed one finger of the other hand against his rectum. “I swear I won't hurt you. If I do, you'll tell me and I'll pull out immediately. Alright?”
Junsu nodded, his fringe falling into his now sweaty forehead and sticking to it.
He received another kiss involving a sneaky tongue massaging through his lip-barrier while Jaejoong pushed his first finger in. He inhaled deeply and dropped his head back, disconnecting from the kiss. The pressure his rectum put on the finger to fight the foreigner out was too much at first, but he relaxed more and more as Jaejoong kept pushing in and out.
“You're so brave.” Jaejoong praised him. “I love you.”
He knew somewhere in a corner of his malfunctioning mind that Jaejoong just couldn't hold those words back any longer. He knew commitment was what he needed.
He didn't mind, although he couldn't return the favour for now. Instead he let himself be kissed one more time by those blood-red lips.
Another finger followed, he relaxed more and more while his arms around Jaejoong's shoulders and neck held on for dear life. His stomach became wet, he knew his own pre-come must be leaking by now. Pain and pressure gone, he only felt good with those fingers pushing in and out, caressing his nerve-ends.
And then something sinful happened, something utterly devilish. Because no one, simply no one must be feeling that out-of-this-world and as good as he felt when Jaejoong crooked his fingers at a certain angle deep inside him. He jumped out of his skin.
“I'm sorry!” Jaejoong panicked and pulled his fingers out because he was convinced he hurt him.
“No! Do it again!”
“Are you sure?”
“As much as I've never been before,” he assured. “Touch me there again...the same spot.”
With jittering fingers his careful lover complied, yet scared because Junsu jumped again.
“Don't pull out!” he warned and Jaejoong didn't dare to. “Ah!” he moaned “Again, yeah...again...never stop...”
A third finger added to the two and breached him even wider. “God, you're so sexy.” Jaejoong eyed his most vulnerable face and controlled himself with his last resources.
“Jaejoong...take me. I can't...I don't think... I'll last long...” Junsu forced out.
So he did stop his fingers, pulling out for good and leading his dripping prick to that loosened hole.
Their lower halves under the blanket, Junsu imagined how his penis must look, seeking entrance into his body. He saw earlier how it was longer than his and gladly thinner, otherwise he couldn't even imagine how it must fit in.
Still, it was thicker than Jaejoong's three fingers. He didn't dare to breath when it slid in. But he felt it filling him to his limit, even rubbing past that wall that hid that itchy and feel-good spot. Pressure was what he needed against that skin, more pressure and more rubbing.
“Ungh...so tight...” Jaejoong moaned when he was deep inside and bent Junsu's both legs then up till his knees touched his own chest.
“Jaejoong...” he panted repeatedly.
“Baby...Su...baby Su...” he fused the new nicknames in a soft response.
“Do it hard and fast...move.”
Jaejoong gaped, then leaned forward although their bodies in between were extremely stretched by that move. He just wanted to kiss Junsu's wet forehead.
“I'll fuck you every way you want, baby.”
And he did, after the first two slow thrusts. The following ones were just the way Junsu wanted it, lots of hard slamming causing lots of pressure and rubbing. Everything was getting so hot, his whole body sweated and Jaejoong's god-like body was all wet, too. Of course it was, the effort he put into his every move was a pure athletic act and the endurance he showed proved he was a very fit fighter after all. Junsu was sure he wouldn't last half as long with his untrained body when he were the one to keep moving and moving and moving.
Soon he reached a point where his body itched all inside out and he could not do anything but scream Jaejoong's name with every thrust of his. Exceptionally not when he felt Jaejoong's balls tighten when slapping against his arse-cheeks or when his own tightened at the fondling Jaejoong's fingers gave them.
“Fuck, yes...so close.” Junsu heard his husky voice letting out.
He himself felt delirious, closing his eyes but still seeing light behind his lids, even more when Jaejoong sped up and squeezed his balls.
“I-I'm going to...” he wanted to warn but nothing coherent followed after that.
Even so, Jaejoong knew what he needed; a quick release. Rough fingers moved from his balls up to his hot arousal, stroking in rhythm with the harder getting thrusts.
The speed Jaejoong was taking made his moans turn into a constant, vibrational cry. His cheeks were getting sore with the abuse of Jaejoong's thighs, he couldn't care less. Another ache was far more intensive but he even wanted to stretch the moment of its release.
“Come for me, Su...” his boyfriend stimulated him. “Come with your cock in my hand...come on my fingers.” His willingness made Junsu feel at fault, as if to say mockingly that he wasn't scared of his ejaculate. But he knew his boyfriend wasn't that evil, no, he wasn't the evil one between them two.
Not being able to stretch that itchy sensation any longer, he came like Jaejoong told him to, exploding in his hand and that with another guttural cry.
“So fucking beautiful...” Jaejoong gasped and stared wide-eyed while still milking out the pulses of Junsu's release.
He led Junsu's legs to his shoulders, knowing he was exhausted, so he could keep fucking him till his own release approached.
It didn't take him that long since Junsu's orgasm-face was enough of a major turn-on. He led his head drop back and repeated his love's name when his abdomen tightened. “Fuck...Su...baby Su, baby Su, baby Su...”
“Yes...” Junsu reacted shyly and almost sleepily.
With another 'Junsu' rolling over his dry lips he came, deep in the heat and with light exploding in front of his vision. He rocked his own orgasm out, ecstasy coming over him in waves and leaving him as fast. However, not without leaving him sated and drowsy.
He let the legs drop and panted in Junsu's ear before he regained the strength to give him a good-night kiss and roll over.
Junsu buried his fingers in Jaejoong's sweaty hair-strands to caress his scalp, silently telling him he did great.
Lying now next to him, Jaejoong stared at the ceiling when he spoke. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Do you think every first time is like this? So wonderful?”
Junsu let a tired giggle out.
“What did it feel like...for you?” he heard him ask and he was sad there was that tiny hint of insecurity again.
He turned to his side and brushed his lips over Jaejoong's cheek while hugging his chest.
“It felt like...my soul left my body for a good time. An out-of-body experience, so to speak.” He loved how Jaejoong's heartbeat sped up under his fingers when he heard that.
Jaejoong turned to give him a last kiss for the night. “I'm sorry, you are tired and I'm bothering you with my stupid babbling.”
“No, you're not.”
“Still. You should sleep now. It was a long day for you.”
Thinking back, Junsu agreed, it indeed was. When those lovely firm arms embraced him and those nice kisses against his hair followed, Junsu told him he would never forget that day. No matter how long it was.
<--previous chapter * next chapter-->
pairing: Jaesu
genre: romance, smut
rating: NC-17
length: 3978 words, chaptered [11/13]
summary: see chapter one
a/n: warning for sexual content.
Chapter 11
Cold feet were sliding against each other at the end of tangled legs, striving for body-heat. Kisses, rich of desperation and lust, were shared. Just now and then they would reluctantly cut their connection, but only to share glances filled with conciliating smiles. Jaejoong didn't mind it was a cover for Junsu's lack of breath. He adored him instead.
“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look like this? So breathless and flushed. Oh, and cute...yeah cute.” It was a statement and Junsu knew that when Jaejoong gazed his face up and down with parted lips, lasting a little bit longer on the spotted skin under his jaw. He looked almost like he found a new favourite place he wanted to suck at, hungrily. The thought made even Junsu's mouth water.
He smiled and blushed harder, if possible. Parting his legs he made room for Jaejoong to settle in between who was on top of him anyway. When he was going to get more intimate with his boyfriend, then at a time he wasn't going to get redder than this, he decided. “You call me cute all the time,” he said in a reprimanding response but stretched his hand out to stroke Jaejoong's face and show him he didn't mind whatsoever.
He only realized it was the wrong hand to use when he felt Jaejoong stirring his cheek away from the scratchy material of his bandage. He retreated his hand immediately as he saw the guilty expression of his boyfriend.
But Jaejoong didn't let him and pulled the hand back with his, caressing his lips against it very softly. “Does it still hurt?” he breathed warmly over the fingers.
“Yes.” Junsu lied and bit his lip to not let the traitorous giggle escape him.
“I'm sorry for this. I'll make it up to you, I promise.” he whispered against the burned hand, leaving another couple of kisses on it before carefully leading the hand around his own torso and pressing his chest closer to Junsu's. The action took Junsu's breath completely away.
“It's okay, not so bad,” he said guiltily after he breathed deeply in.
The tangible heaving of the chest brought Jaejoong to another idea since it connected back to problem number one; the reason why they weren't kissing.
“Remind me to train you in expanding your lung-capacity. You wouldn't stand a thousand metres' run. I'm not even starting on long distance runs like marathons.” He shook his head at the last words.
Junsu smiled again at his trainer instincts. “All right, master Jaejoong,” he teased “it's on the to-do list.”
At the word 'master' he felt Jaejoong's lower parts react in a certain way against him and this time it took his everything not to burst out chuckling.
“Yeah? What else is on that to-do list of yours?” Jaejoong asked with particularly seductive eyes to abstract him from that lower movement of his.
“Hmm...let's see, you wanted to train my speed and my sense of orientation, oh but I got a lot better at the last one already! It's a miracle I found back into this room. I deserve an award or something.”
Jaejoong lifted one corner of his mouth in a half-smirk and lowered it to Junsu's one cheek, then the other. “Definitely,” he whispered in between the fluttery, rewarding kisses “you did great in finding back.”
Junsu melted and enjoyed the little shivers running through his body with every contact of lips against him. He knew this was the right kind of contact because when Jaejoong kissed him, he felt those jolts of electricity, every single time.
Misunderstanding the situation, Jaejoong manoeuvred the blanket over their bodies, making Junsu give him a smile of sympathy because he knew Jaejoong worried too much about him.
“We still didn't go to get you new clothes,” said Jaejoong when they were comfortable again underneath the blanket where their warmth had no escape route.
“Huh?” All coherent thoughts had left Junsu when that welcome heat had enveloped him and the man above him tugged at the clothes on his body to emphasize his words.
“The things on your to-do list...”
“Oh, right.”
“Let's bother Yoonji and Dahae-Nuna tomorrow with that.”
“Okay,” he said, although those women weren't the ones he wanted to think about right then, so he tried to concentrate every sense of his on Jaejoong. Just then he realized what a queer route of thought his mind took. Apart from everything that had already happened with him, it shocked him.
“We have to go to Yunho, too. He has a little present for you. I talked to him about it during the din- what's wrong?” Jaejoong broke his own sentence when he noticed the change in Junsu's face.
“Nothing. I just realized how gay I am.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Well, hello and good morning! Welcome on the other side of the lake.”
“Ha-ha.” Junsu said dryly.
“Oh, come on! Not that it's big news.”
He sighed and nodded before he buried his face in Jaejoong's neck as a comfort. For Jaejoong he didn't actually mind being gay, he decided.
Jaejoong answered the approximation with his own when he tightened one arm around Junsu's torso while the other wandered to Junsu's arse, groping and shoving their hips together.
Gasping deeply against the now wet neck, Junsu knew he drove Jaejoong as crazy when his exhaled air tickled the skin. His own hands felt all over the fit body on top of him and were he stronger, he would have ripped those fighter-clothes off in an instant.
So, of course Jaejoong beat him to it, pulling him first out of that soft white shirt Jaejoong lent him. The immediate attack on his nipples as Jaejoong disappeared with his head under the blanket was expected, but ticklish anyway. It pushed him that much further to the edge of control.
As a revenge, he let his non-bandaged hand slip past the waistband of Jaejoong's own white fighting-attire, showing him he wasn't kidding when he said he'll make him come again.
Jaejoong's head resurfaced with a mocking grin when he stared into Junsu's half-lidded eyes. “Go on, grab my cock. I don't mind.”
Dumbstruck by his vulgar honesty, he hesitated to continue.
However, seeing his grin vanish and being replaced by insecurity hurt Junsu anew. “Tell me you're mine. Please, I need this.” Jaejoong was dead serious and begging and Junsu almost shed tears because he knew this was nothing about submission, it was just his boyfriend asking him where he stood at and where he belonged, it was an indirect do you love me?
He knew nothing about the loving part but he could guarantee at this moment he belonged to Jaejoong.
“Tell me no rain in the world will separate us.” Jaejoong continued at Junsu's silence and got that much more insecure.
Fully understanding the subliminal meaning behind his words, he felt that pang in his heart again that made him ache all over on Jaejoong's behalf. He reasoned it must be another one of those concomitant phenomenons of being in a relationship at last.
Junsu nodded finally. “No rain. Yours.”
Closing his eyes in relief, Jaejoong nodded, too before he leaned in to devour Junsu's lips once more. “Mine,” he repeated over the plump, glistening flesh and that new twinkle in his eyes was proof enough to Junsu that it was all worth it.
The new friction against his own erection, caused by Jaejoong's hip-rotation, was Junsu's signal to continue with his handiwork.
Oh yes, he thought, Jaejoong was hard beyond return. His moan-cry hybrid convinced Junsu to muster up the courage and go on, although the length in his fingers felt alien. Sure, he touched it before over fabrics, but not like this, skin on skin and heat against heat. Slowly he stroked up and down, thumbing the shaft carefully while Jaejoong licked and bit along his shoulder-blades to muffle his noises. As soon as his thumb wiped pre-come along the shaft, he led the penis drop like a hot potato.
“Ew!” he screamed and withdrew his hand, making Jaejoong jump.
“What?” he asked in scare.
Junsu's jaw shuddered, he didn't want to hurt him but he didn't know what else to say. “You're leaking!” he smeared his thumb clean on his own trousers, in a very similar manner to his very first reaction.
Jaejoong sighed. “So what? You made me!”
Junsu shrugged.
“Baby, you can't react like that every time you touch my semen. That's not how sex works!” he said, as though teaching his child.
Another shiver ran through Junsu before he snapped. “Oh yeah? So tell me how sex works! As if you know it, you have as much experience as me!”
Jaejoong flushed and were Junsu in a better mood, he would've grinned. “Not that it's difficult... It's all about cocks and holes, isn't it?” Another one of those mischievous smiles adorned his features at a thought that occurred him.
After having rolled his eyes at Jaejoong's answer, Junsu became suspicious of that smile. “What's so funny?” He raised his eyebrows.
To answer, Jaejoong leaned into his ear, pressing his grin against the lope before letting his tongue out to lick the shell. Junsu twitched. “Is your hole clean?”
Being the dull one that he sometimes was, Junsu turned his head to look him confused in the eyes. “My ear-hole? You tell me.”
“Not that hole, silly.” Jaejoong whispered, a chuckle bubbling up his chest. “I don't want to bump into...'brown gold'...if you know what I mean.” speaking the words at last didn't help to suppress it, so he burst out laughing.
The coin dropped and Junsu shoved at his chest. “EW!” he screamed for the second time and his blood crept up his neck again, flooding his cheeks. “You're so disgusting! Of-of course I'm clean!” he stuttered at admitting the last.
“Really? Let me check.” He had his hands out to push Junsu's trousers down but he stopped at his protest.
“No! God, I can't believe you even asked me!”
“Come on, why so serious? It's just a natural process of the human body. Everybody's doing it!”
“Yes but you don't talk about this stuff.”
Jaejoong grinned again. “You're so shy.”
“Says the virgin sabre fighter...”
“Says the soon-to-be-no-virgin-anymore sabre fighter.” he pointed out. And then he tugged at Junsu's trousers again. Between half-hearted no's and don't's and pulls, Jaejoong freed him because he was still the stronger one and he could.
This time his whole body disappeared underneath the blanket and Junsu saw only the huge bulge above his lower body half. His jaw dropped the moment he felt the licks against the inner surface of his thighs, so close to his crotch and so mad driving because that was one of his most sensitive parts.
“No...stop teasing...” he further protested in between whimpers while he tried to kick Jaejoong away.
But Jaejoong held him in a clever grip, so he couldn't move his legs while he licked and kissed on. “If you're not going to do this, then I will.” Junsu heard his muffled voice.
He bucked his hips when he felt those slender but rough fingers wrap around his own penis. He continued to whimper his no's but they weirdly turned into yes's somewhere in time.
“No...nooo...god, no...ungh...nyo...yo..nyes... yes...”
He could swear he felt a smirk pressed against his thighs and it was beyond humiliating.
“Jaejoong...”
“Yeah, baby...call my name...” he hummed between licks.
“No, Jaejoong. Stop! Those...dry rubs... hurt my cock.” He gulped shallow breaths and didn't care when he was the one now being vulgar.
Jaejoong reappeared and with him a warm waft of air from under the blanket. He felt wet kisses pressed against his face when Jaejoong apologized. “Sorry, babe.”
He stood up and left the bed, saying “I'll be back in a minute. Don't move.”
Junsu turned his head after him, watching his back while he was leaving.
“Where are you going?” He was worried he said the wrong thing but Jaejoong smiled at him in reassurance, that beautiful smile for which he would've stood still for an eternity if Jaejoong asked him to.
“To Heechul-hyung. Or Yesung-hyung. Whoever I'll find first, although I know I'll find them pretty much together anyway. They've got a stash of self-made lube which they usually gift to everyone during every holiday.”
“Oh.”
“Usually they don't bother to give me a bottle since they preserve them for the couples but I hope they'll change their mind this time around.” He winked at Junsu before opening the door.
Junsu dropped his head into the pillow and was about to wait for his boyfriend when the latter let a sound of surprise out. He looked up again and saw how Jaejoong kneed down at the door-frame.
“Oh, look at this! Surprise, surprise.” He turned around and grinned from ear to ear, presenting the tiny bottle. “My favourite AB-couple didn't forget me this time!”
Junsu grinned, too, but only because he knew Jaejoong wasn't serious about the 'favourite' part, he found his sarcasm adorable.
Jaejoong laughed when he read the little card. “They even mentioned you. This is for both of us.” He tossed the card away and was about to unscrew the cap when Junsu stopped him.
“No. First strip for me.”
“What?” he questioned smugly.
“You heard me. This is so unfair. I'm naked and you're not.”
Approaching Junsu, who was wrapped in the blanket, he handed him the bottle, gave him a kiss on the lips, then agreed.
“Okay. You're right.”
Junsu couldn't believe his own ears, even though he liked what he heard. “Really? You're really going to do it?”
“Yeah. So watch carefully. I'll put on a whole show for you.”
So full of himself, Junsu thought. But he didn't mind. Because the moment Jaejoong put layer after layer of clothes down in front of him, dancing to an unheard rhythm, his own melody, and revealing marbled, light skin, consciously bragging with his perfectly shaped body, Junsu knew this Adonis had all reason to.
“I'm a little bit nervous.” Jaejoong admitted, shivering just a tiny bit and wrapping his arms around himself, whether acted or not, he didn't know.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu rasped with a dry throat. He gulped spit before he started again. “You're a fucking god.” He declared bluntly, his eyes nearly popping out to take everything in.
There was that beautiful smile again as Jaejoong jumped on the bed, his hard prick slightly swinging with him and exposing itself to Junsu with all its glory.
“Lovely.” Junsu said in a state of bedazzlement, making Jaejoong kiss him senseless before he returned to his place under the blanket.
He grabbed the bottle back during the activity and coated his fingers with it before screwing the cap and tossing the bottle aside. Soon his hand found its place around Junsu's erection again and rubbed up and down while his other hand wrapped around his own one, slicking it.
Junsu's little whimpers turned into loud groans and he started to really enjoy what Jaejoong was doing to him. Right to the moment Jaejoong nudged his prick's head against his hole at least.
“Wait...” he cried.
“What now?” Jaejoong groaned in return but didn't stop to give him those electrifying kisses on each spot of skin he could reach with his lips. Oh, that was so mean, Junsu thought.
“I'm scared.”
“Don't be, Junsu.” he said softly to that confession. He hugged him tightly before he lifted one leg of Junsu with the inner crook of his elbow and pressed one finger of the other hand against his rectum. “I swear I won't hurt you. If I do, you'll tell me and I'll pull out immediately. Alright?”
Junsu nodded, his fringe falling into his now sweaty forehead and sticking to it.
He received another kiss involving a sneaky tongue massaging through his lip-barrier while Jaejoong pushed his first finger in. He inhaled deeply and dropped his head back, disconnecting from the kiss. The pressure his rectum put on the finger to fight the foreigner out was too much at first, but he relaxed more and more as Jaejoong kept pushing in and out.
“You're so brave.” Jaejoong praised him. “I love you.”
He knew somewhere in a corner of his malfunctioning mind that Jaejoong just couldn't hold those words back any longer. He knew commitment was what he needed.
He didn't mind, although he couldn't return the favour for now. Instead he let himself be kissed one more time by those blood-red lips.
Another finger followed, he relaxed more and more while his arms around Jaejoong's shoulders and neck held on for dear life. His stomach became wet, he knew his own pre-come must be leaking by now. Pain and pressure gone, he only felt good with those fingers pushing in and out, caressing his nerve-ends.
And then something sinful happened, something utterly devilish. Because no one, simply no one must be feeling that out-of-this-world and as good as he felt when Jaejoong crooked his fingers at a certain angle deep inside him. He jumped out of his skin.
“I'm sorry!” Jaejoong panicked and pulled his fingers out because he was convinced he hurt him.
“No! Do it again!”
“Are you sure?”
“As much as I've never been before,” he assured. “Touch me there again...the same spot.”
With jittering fingers his careful lover complied, yet scared because Junsu jumped again.
“Don't pull out!” he warned and Jaejoong didn't dare to. “Ah!” he moaned “Again, yeah...again...never stop...”
A third finger added to the two and breached him even wider. “God, you're so sexy.” Jaejoong eyed his most vulnerable face and controlled himself with his last resources.
“Jaejoong...take me. I can't...I don't think... I'll last long...” Junsu forced out.
So he did stop his fingers, pulling out for good and leading his dripping prick to that loosened hole.
Their lower halves under the blanket, Junsu imagined how his penis must look, seeking entrance into his body. He saw earlier how it was longer than his and gladly thinner, otherwise he couldn't even imagine how it must fit in.
Still, it was thicker than Jaejoong's three fingers. He didn't dare to breath when it slid in. But he felt it filling him to his limit, even rubbing past that wall that hid that itchy and feel-good spot. Pressure was what he needed against that skin, more pressure and more rubbing.
“Ungh...so tight...” Jaejoong moaned when he was deep inside and bent Junsu's both legs then up till his knees touched his own chest.
“Jaejoong...” he panted repeatedly.
“Baby...Su...baby Su...” he fused the new nicknames in a soft response.
“Do it hard and fast...move.”
Jaejoong gaped, then leaned forward although their bodies in between were extremely stretched by that move. He just wanted to kiss Junsu's wet forehead.
“I'll fuck you every way you want, baby.”
And he did, after the first two slow thrusts. The following ones were just the way Junsu wanted it, lots of hard slamming causing lots of pressure and rubbing. Everything was getting so hot, his whole body sweated and Jaejoong's god-like body was all wet, too. Of course it was, the effort he put into his every move was a pure athletic act and the endurance he showed proved he was a very fit fighter after all. Junsu was sure he wouldn't last half as long with his untrained body when he were the one to keep moving and moving and moving.
Soon he reached a point where his body itched all inside out and he could not do anything but scream Jaejoong's name with every thrust of his. Exceptionally not when he felt Jaejoong's balls tighten when slapping against his arse-cheeks or when his own tightened at the fondling Jaejoong's fingers gave them.
“Fuck, yes...so close.” Junsu heard his husky voice letting out.
He himself felt delirious, closing his eyes but still seeing light behind his lids, even more when Jaejoong sped up and squeezed his balls.
“I-I'm going to...” he wanted to warn but nothing coherent followed after that.
Even so, Jaejoong knew what he needed; a quick release. Rough fingers moved from his balls up to his hot arousal, stroking in rhythm with the harder getting thrusts.
The speed Jaejoong was taking made his moans turn into a constant, vibrational cry. His cheeks were getting sore with the abuse of Jaejoong's thighs, he couldn't care less. Another ache was far more intensive but he even wanted to stretch the moment of its release.
“Come for me, Su...” his boyfriend stimulated him. “Come with your cock in my hand...come on my fingers.” His willingness made Junsu feel at fault, as if to say mockingly that he wasn't scared of his ejaculate. But he knew his boyfriend wasn't that evil, no, he wasn't the evil one between them two.
Not being able to stretch that itchy sensation any longer, he came like Jaejoong told him to, exploding in his hand and that with another guttural cry.
“So fucking beautiful...” Jaejoong gasped and stared wide-eyed while still milking out the pulses of Junsu's release.
He led Junsu's legs to his shoulders, knowing he was exhausted, so he could keep fucking him till his own release approached.
It didn't take him that long since Junsu's orgasm-face was enough of a major turn-on. He led his head drop back and repeated his love's name when his abdomen tightened. “Fuck...Su...baby Su, baby Su, baby Su...”
“Yes...” Junsu reacted shyly and almost sleepily.
With another 'Junsu' rolling over his dry lips he came, deep in the heat and with light exploding in front of his vision. He rocked his own orgasm out, ecstasy coming over him in waves and leaving him as fast. However, not without leaving him sated and drowsy.
He let the legs drop and panted in Junsu's ear before he regained the strength to give him a good-night kiss and roll over.
Junsu buried his fingers in Jaejoong's sweaty hair-strands to caress his scalp, silently telling him he did great.
Lying now next to him, Jaejoong stared at the ceiling when he spoke. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Do you think every first time is like this? So wonderful?”
Junsu let a tired giggle out.
“What did it feel like...for you?” he heard him ask and he was sad there was that tiny hint of insecurity again.
He turned to his side and brushed his lips over Jaejoong's cheek while hugging his chest.
“It felt like...my soul left my body for a good time. An out-of-body experience, so to speak.” He loved how Jaejoong's heartbeat sped up under his fingers when he heard that.
Jaejoong turned to give him a last kiss for the night. “I'm sorry, you are tired and I'm bothering you with my stupid babbling.”
“No, you're not.”
“Still. You should sleep now. It was a long day for you.”
Thinking back, Junsu agreed, it indeed was. When those lovely firm arms embraced him and those nice kisses against his hair followed, Junsu told him he would never forget that day. No matter how long it was.
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