S&M
Title: S&M
Author: Junsusheartbeat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JunBros Junho/Junsu
Summary: Something from Junsu just happens to send Junho a little over the edge..
Warning: JunBros Smut. Cussing
A/N: I felt the need for some Junbros… ;)) Comments and such are much appreciated.
A loud slamming of a door caused the still silence throughout the dorm to come to an end, the young man standing in the door way stripping off his coat faster than anyone in the living room could even ask a single question. Junho growled, throwing the unwanted jacket to the floor, quick eyes glaring down the living room and the people in it. He snorted when apparently he didn’t find the person he was looking for.
‘What’s wrong hyung?’
Chansung’s soft, weak voice asked from the couch, a head poking out from it’s hiding spot, Nichkhun sat all to casually beside him, ignoring the rather pissed off man when he approached. Junho grunted.
‘Where’s Junsu.’
It wasn’t a question, it was a demand, Chansung blinking for a moment, his body cuddling to Nichkhun who slowly looked over his shoulder, he looked so into the movie they were watching, Junho’s eye brows furrowed. This was taking way to long for him at the moment, he was restless.
‘He’s in his room. Why?’
Nichkhun asked, this question trailing off when the older’s attention seemed to be caught back to the television when an explosion appeared and two people dodged it quickly. Junho rolled his eyes, shaking his head back and forth, fingers running through his hair.
‘His room..’
He mumbled, of all things he should of known that, he was always in his room. Junho let his arm fall limply, leaving Nichkhun and Chansung in the living room, the T.V. blaring louder when Nichkhun decided to turn it up. Junho hadn’t realized he was stomping until he reached Junsu’s shared room.
‘Bullshit..’
Junho mumbled now, not bothering to knock, the door being forcefully pushed open, two older men sitting in their usual places. Junsu at his desk, head bobbing to the music that came from his head phones, and Taecyeon typing away on his laptop. Taecyeon was the only one to look his way, a confused look plastered across his face.
‘What’s wro..
‘Get out.’
Junho had cut the man off before a question could be asked, Junho’s finger sharply pointing to hallway, his body standing in the open door, feet firmly planted, eyes dark, glaring. Taecyeon sat up, about to throw something at Junsu, Junho hissed.
‘Leave him alone. Get OUT.’
Junho demanded, no other emotion running through his voice besides what sounded like pure anger. Taecyeon quickly pushed himself out of bed, not taking a second glance at Junsu, who he knew more than likely was the cause of the pissed off Junho. Taecyeon squeezed out of the room past Junho who stepped immediately into the room, the door in hand swinging shut, Junho slamming yet another door.
‘You.’
He hissed now once the door was closed and locked behind him, though having a shorter stature than most men, Junho seemed to speed across the room, his legs taking long strides until they reached the chair Junsu sat in, at which was immediately turned around, Junsu’s paper being marked with a very long pencil line from where he had been writing, but was now interrupted. The older man didn’t look to happy, an ear phone being taken out, his mouth opening to say something, but Junho snatched both ear phones directly away, shoving on in his ear for a moment, music filling his ear, a voice, high pitched sounding.
‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, but I love the smell of it.’
Junho took the ear phone out, his lips puckering.
‘So that’s were you got that gody saying you sent with that video..’
He spoke harshly, throwing the ipod he held away into a pile of cloths that was nearby. Junho hissed loudly this time, Junsu settling back into his chair. When had he started smiling? Junho narrowed his eyes, placing a knee on the chair Junsu sat in, leaning in close, their faces extremely close. Junsu continued to wear a smug look on his face. Junho huffed, letting his head hang before lifting it, looking away and then back.
‘So you are having fun with this?”
He asked, his eyes going wide, Junsu chuckling lowly, lifting his hands, giving a good tug to the bottom of Junho’s shirt. He licked his bottom lip, Junho bit his.
‘I don’t send you things on purpose..’
Junsu finally spoke, gripping onto Junho’s shirt, pulling him closer, their lips barely brushing.
‘Don’t push me.. And I know you don’t.. But why today? I had to stop a schedule because it was showing.’
Junho whined, sounding more like a child now, Junsu getting out of his chair switching their positions quickly, his body straddling Junho’s waist. He could tell now what he meant had been showing. Junsu couldn’t help his continuous smile that only got wider.
‘And, that’s what I wanted. I’m sexually frustrated, and you know I won’t touch anyone else but my JunBro.’
Junsu admitted, wiggling his hips just a little to make Junho squirm, he was beginning to feel more relaxed. Junho didn’t understand why, or how Junsu always seemed to manage to do this to his body. Junho groaned softly, letting his head rest back against the back of the chair. Junsu leaned forward, pressing his lips to the younger’s neck, his cheek resting against his shoulder.
‘Did my video make you that horny?’
Junsu asked, fingers tracing the buttons on Junho’s shirt, his hot breath blowing against his neck in heavy pants, Junho gripped the side of the chair, the older man grinding his clothed dick directly against his hard one.
‘W-Well what do you think? I wouldn’t get horny from you finger fucking yourself?’
Junho asked, one of his hands reaching up, gripping Junsu’s shirt, trying to pull him off,
‘Not in the chair..’
He moaned, the rough fabric of his jeans and boxers digging into the hard flesh, the friction was becoming over whelming. He jerked slightly, his other hand gripping Junsu’s arm, pushing both of them out of the chair. He heard Junsu slightly whine.
‘But I like my chair..’
He whined, Junho managing to push the whining older man over and onto Taecyeon’s bed, yes Taecyeon’s bed.. God knows how many times they used the poor man’s bed for their sex days. Junho shoved him rather harshly, quickly climbing on top.
‘Not enough room, I can’t do what I want.’
He spoke, dark eyes looking down at innocent ones. Junsu sheepishly smiled, he couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.
‘And what is it that you want to do Junho?’
Junsu asked, attempting to sit up, arms about to wrap around Junho’s neck, only to be denied and pushed back onto the bed, the younger’s hands already tearing at the shirt he wore, pulling it off of Junsu’s body.
‘I want to taste you.’
Junho replied, teeth and lips finding direct contact with that of soft skin, his neck being the first thing attacked, moving down to his jaw bone, nibbling at patches of random skin, licking at the parts he thought he bit down to hard on, soothing the burning sensation, especially when Junsu hissed. Junho continued to move downwards, he couldn’t waste any time, hated wasting time, he felt so impatient on days like these, moving down so that his tongue flicked at Junsu’s nipple, giving it a good amount of attention before moving to give the same amount to the other one that begged for attention. He believed he deserved the squeaky, whiny moans Junsu was producing, arms wrapping around him, tugging at the shirt he still wore, not managing to get it off, but pretty close. Junsu’s back now arched off the bed, Junho moving down to a sensitive area, his tongue tracing over the forming abs, leaving a trail of saliva over each ab he moved across. Junsu moaned at the contact.
‘J-Junho.. Mmmh.’
Junsu muffled, bringing a hand back up to his face, covering his mouth, muffling everything that came out. Junho knew he wouldn’t be doing that for long. He had already moved on, fingers more than eager to dip into the man’s sweat pants.
‘Yah! You naughty hyung! Not wearing any boxers..’
Junho scolded, pulling down Junsu’s pant’s, and pant’s only, he had been wearing no boxers. Junsu shivered, trembled when the cold air touched his skin.
‘I like going commando every once in a w-while..’
Junsu stuttered, Junho running fingers up and down his thighs, tossing his pant’s aside and letting the older man’s legs spread wider apart, allowing him to fit in between perfectly.
‘J-Junho. You know I hate teasing..’
Junsu groaned, already grasping at the sheets on Taecyeon’s bed, with Junho’s mouth so close, softly nibbling at the skin on his inner thighs, he knew what he was about to do.
‘But you need to be scolded for sending me such a dirty video, and plus, I really need to taste what I saw. I have to get the full sense of everything..’
Junho spoke, blowing gently on the heated flesh that pressed against Junsu’s stomach. Junho’s fingers wrapped gently around it, Junsu gasped, hips already bucking off the bed. Junho chuckled.
‘And I thought I was badly turned on.’
He spoke, already taking it whole into his mouth, giving Junsu no time to even think about how to reply to that, the only thing coming past his lips was a rather loud moan that was soon blocked by teeth, Junsu bit down hard on his bottom lip. Junho chuckled inwardly, he had always loved Junsu’s reactions when he teased him like this, his finger stroking the base of his cock, tongue running up the underside, licking at the long vein that ran up it, sucking on the tip harshly, knowing that the older man just couldn’t stand it, but he loved doing it any ways. Junsu moaned so much louder, Junsu tried so desperately not to gag Junho.
‘Ah.. J-Junho, too.. Too good.’
Junsu moaned, fingers quickly threading through Junho’s hair, tugging at the locks. He really was getting to close, way to fast. He pulled harshly at his hair, Junho seemed to ignore, only sucking harder, Junsu’s head being thrown back.
‘Junho, y-you’re going to make me cum t-to soon!’
Junsu moaned, his breathing becoming much harsher, panting over and over again, trying to keep himself together, it wasn’t working very well.
‘Junho!’
Junsu screeched, the younger man only nibbling up the older man’s cock before he released it with a pop, a trail of saliva being left behind. He looked innocently at Junsu who covered his eyes.
‘What’s wrong hyung.’
Junho asked, his head cocking, he was doing this on purpose, trying to imitate him. Junsu pulled his arm away, eyes glaring at Junho.
‘I hate you and your damn tongue..’
Junsu hissed, Junho smiling, coming up to him, giving him a sweet peck on the lips. Junsu didn’t seemed satisfied with that, his lips pressing fully to Junho’s, putting them in a full make out session, tongue and all, Junho’s managing to part Junsu’s lips and thrust his tongue in, exploring everything he could find. Apparently Junho wasn’t only good with his tongue down there.
‘Mmh. J-Junho..’
Junsu mumbled between kisses, pulling them apart.
‘Put it in now..’
Junsu demanded, wrapping his legs around Junho’s waist. The younger man’s eyes went wide.
‘You have defiantly not been prepped.’
Junho replied, his eyes still wide, Junsu shrugging his shoulders.
‘I want it rough. I don’t need it to be ready, I just need the friction..’
Junsu spoke, licking his bottom lip, his head tilting back, chin up, eyes looking more sexy than needed. Junho shifted uncomfortably. Junsu smirked.
‘Oh, I know you want to try it..’
Junsu whispered. Junho’s cloths were off before Junsu could even blink.
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Junsu gritted his teeth tightly together, maybe regretting the decline of being prepped, Junho’s dick slowly, painfully slipping into him, his hips rolling back in hopes to make it easier for Junho to slip in, in all honesty, it felt a little worse, but Junho did slip in more than when he had just been pushing in. Junsu scratched at Junho’ s back, probably leaving rather harsh scratch marks along his back. Junho groaned, his eyes closed tightly, it seemed he wasn’t taking it as easy either, Junsu’s tight muscles making it painful for him as well.
‘Shit babe, you’re so tight..’
Junho moaned, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek, Junsu as well, Junho finally slipping all the way in, pausing for a moment, allowing Junsu to try and get use to it.
‘Don’t stop, it’s not rough if you are gently..’
Junsu chocked, bringing his hips back and pushing hard against Junho, causing him to jerk painfully, but pleasurably at the same time. All of it seemed to be mixed together, Junho’s breath hitching.
‘Move..’
Junsu demanded, fingernails continuing to dig into Junho’s back until he eventually began to thrust in and out of the male at a normal pace.
‘Good boy..’
Junsu moaned, his fingers relaxing, along with his muscles as Junho began to easily pull in and out of him. Junho moaned along side of him.
‘Damn it..’
Junho groaned, allowing his thrusts to become a little harder, faster, until he had a perfect pace going that had him and Junsu moaning together.
‘P-Perfect..’
Junsu moaned, doing his best to angle his hips in a different direction, he wasn’t sure if Junho was looking for it, but Junsu was, that one sweet spot that would have him screaming the younger’s name over and over. He was thankful Junho found it before him. The younger’s hips angling just perfect.
‘Oh..God. Junho their again..’
Junsu moaned, screeched practically, Junho more than willingly angling that exact spot of pounding it over and over again.
‘Fuck!’
Junsu hissed, that burning sensation building up faster now, a beautiful feeling that had him desperately wanting more. He moaned each thrust, his hand slipping between his and Junho’s body pumping himself. After a few moment, he finally reached what he wanted, his orgasm hitting him hard, sending him over the edge, moaning Junho’s name loudly, a spray of cum, like ribbon’s covering his stomach and Junho’s. The younger could not longer hold his back either, a few more thrusts, Junsu clenching harshly around him, he thrust once more, his cum shooting deep inside him, a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm before he was collapsing on top of Junsu exhausted.
Junsu huffed loudly, wrapping his arms around Junho. Junho groaned.
‘No more dirty videos for a while.. You make me tired as hell..’
Junho spoke softly, sighing as fingers were run through his hair. Junsu chuckled.
‘I know, I was just sexually frustrated babe.’
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A/N: Forgive me for the TERRIBLE ending. My dad was rushing me, and is still rushing me as I type! Please forgive me if this is crap. *sigh* All of it was rushed pretty much..
Author: Junsusheartbeat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JunBros Junho/Junsu
Summary: Something from Junsu just happens to send Junho a little over the edge..
Warning: JunBros Smut. Cussing
A/N: I felt the need for some Junbros… ;)) Comments and such are much appreciated.
A loud slamming of a door caused the still silence throughout the dorm to come to an end, the young man standing in the door way stripping off his coat faster than anyone in the living room could even ask a single question. Junho growled, throwing the unwanted jacket to the floor, quick eyes glaring down the living room and the people in it. He snorted when apparently he didn’t find the person he was looking for.
‘What’s wrong hyung?’
Chansung’s soft, weak voice asked from the couch, a head poking out from it’s hiding spot, Nichkhun sat all to casually beside him, ignoring the rather pissed off man when he approached. Junho grunted.
‘Where’s Junsu.’
It wasn’t a question, it was a demand, Chansung blinking for a moment, his body cuddling to Nichkhun who slowly looked over his shoulder, he looked so into the movie they were watching, Junho’s eye brows furrowed. This was taking way to long for him at the moment, he was restless.
‘He’s in his room. Why?’
Nichkhun asked, this question trailing off when the older’s attention seemed to be caught back to the television when an explosion appeared and two people dodged it quickly. Junho rolled his eyes, shaking his head back and forth, fingers running through his hair.
‘His room..’
He mumbled, of all things he should of known that, he was always in his room. Junho let his arm fall limply, leaving Nichkhun and Chansung in the living room, the T.V. blaring louder when Nichkhun decided to turn it up. Junho hadn’t realized he was stomping until he reached Junsu’s shared room.
‘Bullshit..’
Junho mumbled now, not bothering to knock, the door being forcefully pushed open, two older men sitting in their usual places. Junsu at his desk, head bobbing to the music that came from his head phones, and Taecyeon typing away on his laptop. Taecyeon was the only one to look his way, a confused look plastered across his face.
‘What’s wro..
‘Get out.’
Junho had cut the man off before a question could be asked, Junho’s finger sharply pointing to hallway, his body standing in the open door, feet firmly planted, eyes dark, glaring. Taecyeon sat up, about to throw something at Junsu, Junho hissed.
‘Leave him alone. Get OUT.’
Junho demanded, no other emotion running through his voice besides what sounded like pure anger. Taecyeon quickly pushed himself out of bed, not taking a second glance at Junsu, who he knew more than likely was the cause of the pissed off Junho. Taecyeon squeezed out of the room past Junho who stepped immediately into the room, the door in hand swinging shut, Junho slamming yet another door.
‘You.’
He hissed now once the door was closed and locked behind him, though having a shorter stature than most men, Junho seemed to speed across the room, his legs taking long strides until they reached the chair Junsu sat in, at which was immediately turned around, Junsu’s paper being marked with a very long pencil line from where he had been writing, but was now interrupted. The older man didn’t look to happy, an ear phone being taken out, his mouth opening to say something, but Junho snatched both ear phones directly away, shoving on in his ear for a moment, music filling his ear, a voice, high pitched sounding.
‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, but I love the smell of it.’
Junho took the ear phone out, his lips puckering.
‘So that’s were you got that gody saying you sent with that video..’
He spoke harshly, throwing the ipod he held away into a pile of cloths that was nearby. Junho hissed loudly this time, Junsu settling back into his chair. When had he started smiling? Junho narrowed his eyes, placing a knee on the chair Junsu sat in, leaning in close, their faces extremely close. Junsu continued to wear a smug look on his face. Junho huffed, letting his head hang before lifting it, looking away and then back.
‘So you are having fun with this?”
He asked, his eyes going wide, Junsu chuckling lowly, lifting his hands, giving a good tug to the bottom of Junho’s shirt. He licked his bottom lip, Junho bit his.
‘I don’t send you things on purpose..’
Junsu finally spoke, gripping onto Junho’s shirt, pulling him closer, their lips barely brushing.
‘Don’t push me.. And I know you don’t.. But why today? I had to stop a schedule because it was showing.’
Junho whined, sounding more like a child now, Junsu getting out of his chair switching their positions quickly, his body straddling Junho’s waist. He could tell now what he meant had been showing. Junsu couldn’t help his continuous smile that only got wider.
‘And, that’s what I wanted. I’m sexually frustrated, and you know I won’t touch anyone else but my JunBro.’
Junsu admitted, wiggling his hips just a little to make Junho squirm, he was beginning to feel more relaxed. Junho didn’t understand why, or how Junsu always seemed to manage to do this to his body. Junho groaned softly, letting his head rest back against the back of the chair. Junsu leaned forward, pressing his lips to the younger’s neck, his cheek resting against his shoulder.
‘Did my video make you that horny?’
Junsu asked, fingers tracing the buttons on Junho’s shirt, his hot breath blowing against his neck in heavy pants, Junho gripped the side of the chair, the older man grinding his clothed dick directly against his hard one.
‘W-Well what do you think? I wouldn’t get horny from you finger fucking yourself?’
Junho asked, one of his hands reaching up, gripping Junsu’s shirt, trying to pull him off,
‘Not in the chair..’
He moaned, the rough fabric of his jeans and boxers digging into the hard flesh, the friction was becoming over whelming. He jerked slightly, his other hand gripping Junsu’s arm, pushing both of them out of the chair. He heard Junsu slightly whine.
‘But I like my chair..’
He whined, Junho managing to push the whining older man over and onto Taecyeon’s bed, yes Taecyeon’s bed.. God knows how many times they used the poor man’s bed for their sex days. Junho shoved him rather harshly, quickly climbing on top.
‘Not enough room, I can’t do what I want.’
He spoke, dark eyes looking down at innocent ones. Junsu sheepishly smiled, he couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.
‘And what is it that you want to do Junho?’
Junsu asked, attempting to sit up, arms about to wrap around Junho’s neck, only to be denied and pushed back onto the bed, the younger’s hands already tearing at the shirt he wore, pulling it off of Junsu’s body.
‘I want to taste you.’
Junho replied, teeth and lips finding direct contact with that of soft skin, his neck being the first thing attacked, moving down to his jaw bone, nibbling at patches of random skin, licking at the parts he thought he bit down to hard on, soothing the burning sensation, especially when Junsu hissed. Junho continued to move downwards, he couldn’t waste any time, hated wasting time, he felt so impatient on days like these, moving down so that his tongue flicked at Junsu’s nipple, giving it a good amount of attention before moving to give the same amount to the other one that begged for attention. He believed he deserved the squeaky, whiny moans Junsu was producing, arms wrapping around him, tugging at the shirt he still wore, not managing to get it off, but pretty close. Junsu’s back now arched off the bed, Junho moving down to a sensitive area, his tongue tracing over the forming abs, leaving a trail of saliva over each ab he moved across. Junsu moaned at the contact.
‘J-Junho.. Mmmh.’
Junsu muffled, bringing a hand back up to his face, covering his mouth, muffling everything that came out. Junho knew he wouldn’t be doing that for long. He had already moved on, fingers more than eager to dip into the man’s sweat pants.
‘Yah! You naughty hyung! Not wearing any boxers..’
Junho scolded, pulling down Junsu’s pant’s, and pant’s only, he had been wearing no boxers. Junsu shivered, trembled when the cold air touched his skin.
‘I like going commando every once in a w-while..’
Junsu stuttered, Junho running fingers up and down his thighs, tossing his pant’s aside and letting the older man’s legs spread wider apart, allowing him to fit in between perfectly.
‘J-Junho. You know I hate teasing..’
Junsu groaned, already grasping at the sheets on Taecyeon’s bed, with Junho’s mouth so close, softly nibbling at the skin on his inner thighs, he knew what he was about to do.
‘But you need to be scolded for sending me such a dirty video, and plus, I really need to taste what I saw. I have to get the full sense of everything..’
Junho spoke, blowing gently on the heated flesh that pressed against Junsu’s stomach. Junho’s fingers wrapped gently around it, Junsu gasped, hips already bucking off the bed. Junho chuckled.
‘And I thought I was badly turned on.’
He spoke, already taking it whole into his mouth, giving Junsu no time to even think about how to reply to that, the only thing coming past his lips was a rather loud moan that was soon blocked by teeth, Junsu bit down hard on his bottom lip. Junho chuckled inwardly, he had always loved Junsu’s reactions when he teased him like this, his finger stroking the base of his cock, tongue running up the underside, licking at the long vein that ran up it, sucking on the tip harshly, knowing that the older man just couldn’t stand it, but he loved doing it any ways. Junsu moaned so much louder, Junsu tried so desperately not to gag Junho.
‘Ah.. J-Junho, too.. Too good.’
Junsu moaned, fingers quickly threading through Junho’s hair, tugging at the locks. He really was getting to close, way to fast. He pulled harshly at his hair, Junho seemed to ignore, only sucking harder, Junsu’s head being thrown back.
‘Junho, y-you’re going to make me cum t-to soon!’
Junsu moaned, his breathing becoming much harsher, panting over and over again, trying to keep himself together, it wasn’t working very well.
‘Junho!’
Junsu screeched, the younger man only nibbling up the older man’s cock before he released it with a pop, a trail of saliva being left behind. He looked innocently at Junsu who covered his eyes.
‘What’s wrong hyung.’
Junho asked, his head cocking, he was doing this on purpose, trying to imitate him. Junsu pulled his arm away, eyes glaring at Junho.
‘I hate you and your damn tongue..’
Junsu hissed, Junho smiling, coming up to him, giving him a sweet peck on the lips. Junsu didn’t seemed satisfied with that, his lips pressing fully to Junho’s, putting them in a full make out session, tongue and all, Junho’s managing to part Junsu’s lips and thrust his tongue in, exploring everything he could find. Apparently Junho wasn’t only good with his tongue down there.
‘Mmh. J-Junho..’
Junsu mumbled between kisses, pulling them apart.
‘Put it in now..’
Junsu demanded, wrapping his legs around Junho’s waist. The younger man’s eyes went wide.
‘You have defiantly not been prepped.’
Junho replied, his eyes still wide, Junsu shrugging his shoulders.
‘I want it rough. I don’t need it to be ready, I just need the friction..’
Junsu spoke, licking his bottom lip, his head tilting back, chin up, eyes looking more sexy than needed. Junho shifted uncomfortably. Junsu smirked.
‘Oh, I know you want to try it..’
Junsu whispered. Junho’s cloths were off before Junsu could even blink.
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Junsu gritted his teeth tightly together, maybe regretting the decline of being prepped, Junho’s dick slowly, painfully slipping into him, his hips rolling back in hopes to make it easier for Junho to slip in, in all honesty, it felt a little worse, but Junho did slip in more than when he had just been pushing in. Junsu scratched at Junho’ s back, probably leaving rather harsh scratch marks along his back. Junho groaned, his eyes closed tightly, it seemed he wasn’t taking it as easy either, Junsu’s tight muscles making it painful for him as well.
‘Shit babe, you’re so tight..’
Junho moaned, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek, Junsu as well, Junho finally slipping all the way in, pausing for a moment, allowing Junsu to try and get use to it.
‘Don’t stop, it’s not rough if you are gently..’
Junsu chocked, bringing his hips back and pushing hard against Junho, causing him to jerk painfully, but pleasurably at the same time. All of it seemed to be mixed together, Junho’s breath hitching.
‘Move..’
Junsu demanded, fingernails continuing to dig into Junho’s back until he eventually began to thrust in and out of the male at a normal pace.
‘Good boy..’
Junsu moaned, his fingers relaxing, along with his muscles as Junho began to easily pull in and out of him. Junho moaned along side of him.
‘Damn it..’
Junho groaned, allowing his thrusts to become a little harder, faster, until he had a perfect pace going that had him and Junsu moaning together.
‘P-Perfect..’
Junsu moaned, doing his best to angle his hips in a different direction, he wasn’t sure if Junho was looking for it, but Junsu was, that one sweet spot that would have him screaming the younger’s name over and over. He was thankful Junho found it before him. The younger’s hips angling just perfect.
‘Oh..God. Junho their again..’
Junsu moaned, screeched practically, Junho more than willingly angling that exact spot of pounding it over and over again.
‘Fuck!’
Junsu hissed, that burning sensation building up faster now, a beautiful feeling that had him desperately wanting more. He moaned each thrust, his hand slipping between his and Junho’s body pumping himself. After a few moment, he finally reached what he wanted, his orgasm hitting him hard, sending him over the edge, moaning Junho’s name loudly, a spray of cum, like ribbon’s covering his stomach and Junho’s. The younger could not longer hold his back either, a few more thrusts, Junsu clenching harshly around him, he thrust once more, his cum shooting deep inside him, a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm before he was collapsing on top of Junsu exhausted.
Junsu huffed loudly, wrapping his arms around Junho. Junho groaned.
‘No more dirty videos for a while.. You make me tired as hell..’
Junho spoke softly, sighing as fingers were run through his hair. Junsu chuckled.
‘I know, I was just sexually frustrated babe.’
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A/N: Forgive me for the TERRIBLE ending. My dad was rushing me, and is still rushing me as I type! Please forgive me if this is crap. *sigh* All of it was rushed pretty much..