A is for Adoration [Oneshot]
[A is for Adoration] ............This is my first smut.....O___O *blushes until blood gushes out of my ears and runs*
Where is my fricking soccer ball?
“Yah! Changmin, watch where you’re going!”
Junsu rubbed his freshly tripped-over ankle irritably as Changmin stumbled onto Yoochun’s piano with a loud, harmonious BLANG!
He was quite cranky. In fact, Junsu had been this way since the plane Yoochun was supposed to be coming back to the dorms on got stuck in the air or something. All Junsu knew was that his favorite Dong Bang member was not at home when he was supposed to be and he was three days overdue for some greasy, American lovin’. Snow storm or no snow storm.
“Sorry, big butt,” Changmin grimaced and peeled himself from the piano keys.
“Quit calling me that!” Junsu shot the younger a murderous look.
Changmin smirked. “Why? You let Yoochun say it.”
Junsu looked away, hiding his blush. “He says it differently…”
“Yeah. What was it he told the entire world on TV that one time? Oh! ‘The biggest butt in East Asia.’”
“Shut up!” Junsu took the jacket slung over his shoulders and hurled at the taller man.
The other ducked the flying clothing easily and waggled his eyebrows. “I like where this is going…”
“Quit watching porn, perv. Go find my soccer ball!”
“Why?” All joking washed away from Changmin’s face. “The manager won’t let us outside to play.”
Junsu jabbed his elbow on his thigh and propped his chin in his hand. “I don’t see why not,” He grumbled.
“Um, because the fans might…kill…us?” The younger man’s face scrunched up as he struggled to find the appropriate words.
Leaning back on the bench until his muscular back crushed into the piano keys, Junsu let out a frustrated cry and pulled at his hair.
“Aw, hyung,” Changmin said soothingly and sat next to the older man on the piano bench. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Rather than answering, Junsu screamed a bit more. This was maddening. Yoochun had promised-he promised-to be back by the weekend. And now it was Monday. He had even said that he was bringing back a present for Junsu after he had finished the promotions in Northern Japan. But Junsu didn’t care about the present. He only wanted his Yoochun safe and sound, gift-wrapped in Junsu’s bed sheets.
“Come on, hyung,” Changmin whined and poked the other in his rib cage. “The three of us still love you. We can take care of you while Yoochun is gone.”
Junsu tried and failed to hide his pout and ran his fingers across the piano keys gloomily. “You guys can’t adore me like Yoochun does…”
“Oh, that’s not true. I adore you.”
Junsu shot Changmin a look that said, Quit lying or the gods will strike you dead.
“No really!” the younger shook his head vehemently. “I love you, Junsu. Who else would I make fun of when all the wrong people are looking?”
Ducking the sudden hand that had come to meet his face, Changmin laughed. “I’m just kidding! Listen. Who got you that soccer ball keychain two weeks ago?”
Junsu sighed. “You did.”
“And who warned you that Jaejoong’s curry yesterday was way too hot right before you tried to take a heaping swallow of it?”
“You did.”
“And who always wakes you up in the morning so you can get to the bathroom before Yunho hogs it?”
“…Jaejoong…”
“And who loves you so much, he washes all your smelly clothes even though the cleaning lady could do it?”
“Jaejoong.”
“And who always gives you a big hug instead of complementing you directly like I think he should when you finally memorize new choreography?”
“Yunho.”
“And who lets you in the car first when we’re running away from crazed fans?”
“Yunho.”
“See?” Changmin smiled brightly. “We all adore you.”
Junsu sighed. “Not as much as-“
“Yoochun?” A strange look hovered behind Changmin’s brown eyes. Junsu wasn’t sure he liked that look.
Slowly, the younger man inched closer to Junsu on the piano bench until his entire left side was pressing again the other’s right.
“I bet you miss the way he touches you…” Changmin whispered huskily into Junsu’s ear.
“Hey, why are you-What are you doing?!”
Somehow, Junsu still couldn’t figure out how, Changmin’s hand had wedged its way into the waistline of his jeans and was aggressively sweeping around in there like a windshield wiper on a car.
“I love you, too,” Changmin moaned and lightly bit the smaller man’s earlobe. “Let me be Yoochun for a day.”
“Agh!” Junsu struggled to stand up, but Changmin’s free hand kept his back pinned to the piano. “I only love you like a brother!”
“Me too, but this brother wants to play. I’m bored.”
“Then go call Kibum and have phone sex-Ah!”
Changmin’s wandering hand had unexpectedly plunged deep into the other’s jeans and was rubbing quickly up and down over the problem rapidly growing beneath Junsu’s boxers. “Kibum went MIA in America. Come on. Chun won’t mind…”
“That’s not the point-Ahhhhhhhh!!” The hand abruptly slowed its pace and replaced the lack of frequency with a hard, incredibly rough stroke slowly traveling up Junsu’s need.
Changmin flashed his teeth in an innocent smile before devouring Junsu’s neck. “You haven’t been taken in a long time. I can tell. I’m the same way.”
Junsu couldn’t help but think that just because it had been a while since the five could take a break from their busy lives to…have fun didn’t mean his dongsaeng could take advantage of him.
“Ch-Ch-Chang-“
“Mmmm…” The other responded lazily. For a moment, he paid special attention to the tip hiding beneath the fabric, squeezing it lovingly before sinking down again in a long, hard dip.
Junsu grit his teeth and gripped the bench until his knuckles turned white. Actually, he could’ve been using his totally free hands to hinder the movements Changmin made that sent unbelievable shivers up his spine, but…oh, well.
“Changmin!” He said with a different authority.
The man in question stopped sucking on his neck and looked up. “What?”
He squinted embarrassingly before finally letting the words tumble out of his mouth. “T-take it off.”
A slow grin ripped across Changmin’s face before he did away with Junsu’s pants and underwear until there was nothing but a very pinkish, very happy, very stiff Junsu between his fingers.
“That’s right, Junsu. Just pretend I’m Chunnie…” With that, he enclosed his lips around the throbbing flesh in his hands and fully engulfed it in one go. He let out a deep groan, in respect to his new “Chunnie” persona as he bobbed up and down, making Junsu’s breath hitch over and over. He was not one to waste time.
“Ch-Cha-Ah! Oh my-“ Junsu stuttered. He struggled to breathe properly against the maddening rhythm inside his pants.
“Ah,” It started in a slow whisper and built up as Changmin went faster and faster, wrapping his tongue around every crevasse and vein. “Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ahhh…ahhhhhhh…..AHH…..AAAAHHHH!”
With a pop, the taller man suddenly unattached his mouth and looked Junsu teasingly in the eye. “Uh, uh, uh. Not yet.”
In a confused flurry (Junsu was too busy seeing double to know how exactly it happened) both the men’s clothes were successfully stripped and strewn all over the floor.
Changmin fastened his lips against the panting man’s exposed nipple and sucked obscenely while fondling the other. His own exposed member grinded on Junsu’s at a steady pace until he had the man squirming again.
“Oh…ngh…Changmin…” Junsu gasped.
“I told you to call me Chunnie~” the other whined in a playful voice and placed wet kisses traveling up his chest.
“Shut up, Changmin.”
“Gladly,” He quieted the both of them by attacking Junsu’s lips, sucking and pulling and biting like a delicious Junsu-flavored lollipop that would never run out. Their tongues swirled aimlessly around one another mimicking their groping hands as they panted heavily into the kiss and beads of sweat materialized to cool down the show.
Junsu pulled back mostly to catch his breath, but also because he would prefer Changmin’s mouth in another certain location at the time. “Y-you’re still not as good as Yoochun.”
The younger man smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
Without further warning, Changmin grabbed both their members together and began stroking at a pace alternating between remarkably fast and frustratingly slow and hard.
Junsu tipped his head back and let out a low grunt. His elbow rolled around on the piano keys until a curious melody of nonsense rang throughout the room. But it most certainly didn’t end there.
In an amazing show of flexibility, Changmin dipped his head down, bending forward until his mouth surrounded the tips of both their manhoods and sucked ferociously.
“Oh. My. Go-Min! Changmin! Agghh…nggh…”
“Hold it, Junsu.”
“I-I can’t!”
“Hold it.”
“I…I…”
“Hey, guys. What’s going on-“
Yunho stopped in front of the doorway and took in the sight before him.
Junsu, naked, leaned back lustily on the piano bench, banging miscellaneous notes on the piano with his elbow and Changmin, also naked, rubbing his nether regions on the other’s while bent over in a ridiculous display of his flexibility with his tongue darting back and forth between the pulsing sexes beneath him.
Just a little bit awkward…?
“Ummm…” His jaw dropped.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” A flash of pearly white milk shot from Junsu’s member and onto Changmin’s formerly clean chest.
“Aw, Su. You were supposed to wait for me,” The other whined.
Yunho silently gaped.
Instead of rushing to cover up the ordeal, Changmin unfolded himself and stood up to face his intruder with his hands placed on his bare hips in a pout. “Hyung, Junsu doesn’t think we adore him!”
Immediately, the dazed look in the leader’s face vanished and he looked back at Junsu seriously. “Is this true?”
“Umm…” Junsu’s eyes darted between the two.
“Ah, I see,” Yunho smiled knowingly and began to unbutton his own pants. “Yoochun withdrawal symptoms, huh?”
Changmin nodded vigorously while Junsu’s eyes popped open as the older man’s shirt met the floor.
“W-what are you-?”
“You got any lube, Changmin?”
“Nope. The manager was supposed to send an assistant to get some. Haven’t seen him since.”
“Oh, well. We’ll have to make due. Suck.”
Junsu’s eyes crossed as Yunho shoved his hand right under his nose.
“Yun-“
“We love you,” he demanded. “Now, suck. Or you might not be having so much fun in a few minutes.”
All thoughts of logic blew from his mind as he instantly clamped down on the slender fingers in front of him and sucked like this hand was his last meal.
“Nice…” Yunho commented, removing his hand and a string of saliva trailed from Junsu’s mouth to his fingertips.
“That’s our Su,” Changmin mumbled, nibbling on Junsu’s ear. “Always full of spit.”
“Hey, that makes no sense-NNNNNGGGHHHH!” Junsu’s mouth stretched into a semi-silent “O” as a damp finger invaded his entrance. At the sudden intrusion, he slammed back into the piano, making a complete cacophony of sounds with his back.
“You…guys…hah…hah…aahhhh….”
“Did you guys hear that noise? Oh…”
Junsu looked up to see Jaejoong standing at the door with dripping dark hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.
To Junsu’s surprise, the other two never even bothered to break contact with whatever part of his body they were abusing. In fact, Yunho simply blinked at Jaejoong and dipped his head to Junsu’s right nipple while slipping in another finger.
“J-Jaejoong-Ahh!” Changmin bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder.
For a moment, the only man in the room still clad with a shred of fabric hanging off of him simply stared at the threesome and cocked his head to the side. After that very, very brief moment, the towel was on the floor.
“This looks like fun!”
Jaejoong bounded forward, kicking his abandoned towel and someone’s forgotten pair of jeans on the floor and wrapped his plump lips around Junsu’s protruding member and his hands around both Changmin and Yunho’s on either side of him.
“Ooohhhh! No…nnn….no….please don’t….ack..” Slowly, any utterance Junsu attempted to make turned into unintelligible mumblings.
Jaejoong skillfully took Junsu in slowly, yet wildly while his hands alternately rubbed the other two rapidly at breakneck speed.
Yunho moaned into the nipple he had inside his mouth and added yet another finger into Junsu’s heat. Once he crooked all three fingers inside, Junsu lurched his hips forward in ecstasy, almost choking Jaejoong in the process.
Changmin switched from licking the abused man’s ear to latching himself to his mouth to silence the groans that continued to crescendo under the stimulation.
“Hah…hah…aaahhhh….Yun…oooohhh…..Joong….plea- Agh! Nggh! Min-mmmmggh…”
Before Junsu could climax again, Jaejoong took his mouth away and simply began planting kisses all over the tip while Junsu whimpered at the unpleasant loss of his hyung’s warmth.
“So…” Jaejoong said between kisses. “Why…are we all…doing Junsu?”
“He doesn’t think he we love him,” Both Yunho and Changmin mumbled absentmindedly without ceasing their various activities.
“Ah…Well, Junsu…I can honestly say…that…I simply…adore you…”
“Ahh. Whatever, hyung. Just get back on there,” Junsu complained in a strained voice.
“Okay,” Jaejoong complied with a smile.
Once the lost heat from his member was replaced, but at a satisfyingly faster pace, Junsu had reverted back into a blabbering mess.
Yunho’s long, slender fingers went deeper.
“Ugghh…ugh…ugh….ahh!”
Since Jaejoong’s hands were occupied on the two needs on either side of him, he just had to accept it as Junsu thrusted wantonly into his throat.
“Ah! Oh…..ngghh…ah….hah….”
Changmin suckled on Junsu’s neck and moaned into his veins as Jaejoong’s hand ripped up and down his throbbing member uncontrollably.
“Okay-ugh! Let go, Jae. Okay, I’m done with this,” Yunho slid his fingers from the hot cavern and positioned himself in front of Junsu. “Move aside, Jaejoong,” He waggled his eyebrows. “This could get messy.”
“Hey, is manager-hyung trying to play piano again? It sounds awful…”
All four turned to see a very familiar pale-skinned Asian American saunter into the room and stop in his tracks.
Yoochun’s pink lips parted in awe as he observed Jaejoong energetically sucking off Changmin, who still had his teeth practically inserted in Junsu’s neck but had ceased all movement, Yunho standing quite explicitly in front of Junsu’s spread legs and Junsu panting and sweating all over the place in a lustful mess.
“Ummmm…”
“That’s what Yunho said,” Changmin commented.
Slowly placing a small white box with a red bow wrapped around it on a nearby table, Yoochun licked his lips. “I…I don’t know how this started…” A small, greasy smile emerged. “But I kinda like it.”
Junsu watched through heavily-lidded eyes as his lover stripped into nothing but his pride and the wavy hair on his head and shoved Yunho out of the way.
“Excuse me. But this is mine.”
He smirked and looked into Junsu’s eyes playfully.
“You ready?”
“Chun…” Junsu breathed incredulously, cupping the other’s chin in his shaking hand. “You made it-AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”
Without warning or preparation, Yoochun shoved himself deep into Junsu’s heat and stayed there for a while to let him adjust after his cruel intrusion.
“Yooch-!”
“Shhhh,” the newest edition to the orgy pressed a finger to Junsu’s mouth to silence him. Then he thought otherwise and poked the tip into the other’s mouth until his lips parted and began sucking hungrily. “Junsu, it’s been too long. Just let me have my fun with you.”
Junsu nodded blindly and made circles with his tongue around Yoochun’s index finger.
“Well,” Yoochun smirked at the other three. “You guys can join in whenever you want.”
Yunho let out a sigh of relief. “Finally. But I need somewhere to put this. Jaejoong, open your mouth.”
The man in question was still happily bobbing up and down on the youngest before Yunho grabbed his hair and swiveled his head around until he faced Yunho’s stiff member. Without complaint, Jaejoong obediently opened his mouth and allowed the leader the thrust into his moist cavern without restraint.
“Hey…” Whined a very lonely Changmin. Jaejoong understood and took hold of Changmin’s member, pumping it furiously while Yunho entered and exited his mouth like patients in and out of a hospital.
“Nggh…hah…mmmgghh…”
Panting unevenly, Changmin grabbed hold of Junsu’s neglected member as Yoochun thrusted into him and mimicked the rhythm of Jaejoong’s hand.
The collection of sweat from five panting, squirming, hissing and moaning seemed to fog up the room. All the while, random blats of music jerked out of the piano as Yoochun slammed Junsu into every time he pulled completely out and slammed back into that sensitive spot that made Junsu lose his breath and gasp all at the same time.
“Ahh…ahhh! Yoo-chun!”
“Ugh…faster, Changmin…”
“Hyuuuuuung….ah…hah…”
“Mmmm…mmm….mmmm…”
“Oh…oh…ah…aaaahhh…more, Jaejoong!”
After a few more minutes of mind-blowing pleasure, there was a collective sharp intake of air and four shots of creamy, white liquid burst inside Junsu, on Changmin’s hand, on Jaejoong’s hand and in Jaejoong’s mouth.
In a cooperative mess of heavy breathing, silent curses and last minute strokes, four men collapsed and slumped on top of one another in a post-climax stupor.
All except one.
“Yah!” Jaejoong placed his hands on his smooth hips and glared at his bandmates.
Sleepily the others looked up at him in a sort of daze.
“Just because I’m the umma doesn’t mean I have to give, give, give and never receive,” the eldest complained with a pout. “Nobody even touched me. All I did was choke on Yunho juice. We all adore Junsu, but no one loves me? You guys can’t just leave me like-“
Without warning, four mouths lunged at Jaejoong’s throbbing member and ravenously shared the taste of everyone’s favorite hyung. Changmin manned the sack, Yoochun’s finger probed Jaejoong’s entrance searching madly for the hot spot, Junsu’s active tongue slid up and down the shaft and Yunho and enjoyed the tip, which generously erupted with his seed in no time.
A few minutes later, all five were sprawled on the floor, completely spent yet totally happy.
“Junsu,” Yoochun sent a low whisper rumbling through his ear. “I got you a present-“
“Shhh,” the younger man silenced him with a quick, loving peck on the lips. “Can I ask you a question?”
Yoochun traced his collarbone with a gentle finger as a response.
“Do you…love me?” Junsu blushed shyly.
With that smile all fans worldwide know and love, Yoochun nuzzled his neck and mumbed, “Junsu…I adore you.”
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*sigh* Comment if you dare. T_T I'm sorry, misstellittomeif this isn't what you asked for. I forced it upon myself and...I tried! *runs*
Quick! Who can correctly guess the present Yoochun had for Junsu?? (Hint: It's a REAL LIFE Yoosu present. >:D ) First one to answer gets to request a oneshot~
Where is my fricking soccer ball?
“Yah! Changmin, watch where you’re going!”
Junsu rubbed his freshly tripped-over ankle irritably as Changmin stumbled onto Yoochun’s piano with a loud, harmonious BLANG!
He was quite cranky. In fact, Junsu had been this way since the plane Yoochun was supposed to be coming back to the dorms on got stuck in the air or something. All Junsu knew was that his favorite Dong Bang member was not at home when he was supposed to be and he was three days overdue for some greasy, American lovin’. Snow storm or no snow storm.
“Sorry, big butt,” Changmin grimaced and peeled himself from the piano keys.
“Quit calling me that!” Junsu shot the younger a murderous look.
Changmin smirked. “Why? You let Yoochun say it.”
Junsu looked away, hiding his blush. “He says it differently…”
“Yeah. What was it he told the entire world on TV that one time? Oh! ‘The biggest butt in East Asia.’”
“Shut up!” Junsu took the jacket slung over his shoulders and hurled at the taller man.
The other ducked the flying clothing easily and waggled his eyebrows. “I like where this is going…”
“Quit watching porn, perv. Go find my soccer ball!”
“Why?” All joking washed away from Changmin’s face. “The manager won’t let us outside to play.”
Junsu jabbed his elbow on his thigh and propped his chin in his hand. “I don’t see why not,” He grumbled.
“Um, because the fans might…kill…us?” The younger man’s face scrunched up as he struggled to find the appropriate words.
Leaning back on the bench until his muscular back crushed into the piano keys, Junsu let out a frustrated cry and pulled at his hair.
“Aw, hyung,” Changmin said soothingly and sat next to the older man on the piano bench. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Rather than answering, Junsu screamed a bit more. This was maddening. Yoochun had promised-he promised-to be back by the weekend. And now it was Monday. He had even said that he was bringing back a present for Junsu after he had finished the promotions in Northern Japan. But Junsu didn’t care about the present. He only wanted his Yoochun safe and sound, gift-wrapped in Junsu’s bed sheets.
“Come on, hyung,” Changmin whined and poked the other in his rib cage. “The three of us still love you. We can take care of you while Yoochun is gone.”
Junsu tried and failed to hide his pout and ran his fingers across the piano keys gloomily. “You guys can’t adore me like Yoochun does…”
“Oh, that’s not true. I adore you.”
Junsu shot Changmin a look that said, Quit lying or the gods will strike you dead.
“No really!” the younger shook his head vehemently. “I love you, Junsu. Who else would I make fun of when all the wrong people are looking?”
Ducking the sudden hand that had come to meet his face, Changmin laughed. “I’m just kidding! Listen. Who got you that soccer ball keychain two weeks ago?”
Junsu sighed. “You did.”
“And who warned you that Jaejoong’s curry yesterday was way too hot right before you tried to take a heaping swallow of it?”
“You did.”
“And who always wakes you up in the morning so you can get to the bathroom before Yunho hogs it?”
“…Jaejoong…”
“And who loves you so much, he washes all your smelly clothes even though the cleaning lady could do it?”
“Jaejoong.”
“And who always gives you a big hug instead of complementing you directly like I think he should when you finally memorize new choreography?”
“Yunho.”
“And who lets you in the car first when we’re running away from crazed fans?”
“Yunho.”
“See?” Changmin smiled brightly. “We all adore you.”
Junsu sighed. “Not as much as-“
“Yoochun?” A strange look hovered behind Changmin’s brown eyes. Junsu wasn’t sure he liked that look.
Slowly, the younger man inched closer to Junsu on the piano bench until his entire left side was pressing again the other’s right.
“I bet you miss the way he touches you…” Changmin whispered huskily into Junsu’s ear.
“Hey, why are you-What are you doing?!”
Somehow, Junsu still couldn’t figure out how, Changmin’s hand had wedged its way into the waistline of his jeans and was aggressively sweeping around in there like a windshield wiper on a car.
“I love you, too,” Changmin moaned and lightly bit the smaller man’s earlobe. “Let me be Yoochun for a day.”
“Agh!” Junsu struggled to stand up, but Changmin’s free hand kept his back pinned to the piano. “I only love you like a brother!”
“Me too, but this brother wants to play. I’m bored.”
“Then go call Kibum and have phone sex-Ah!”
Changmin’s wandering hand had unexpectedly plunged deep into the other’s jeans and was rubbing quickly up and down over the problem rapidly growing beneath Junsu’s boxers. “Kibum went MIA in America. Come on. Chun won’t mind…”
“That’s not the point-Ahhhhhhhh!!” The hand abruptly slowed its pace and replaced the lack of frequency with a hard, incredibly rough stroke slowly traveling up Junsu’s need.
Changmin flashed his teeth in an innocent smile before devouring Junsu’s neck. “You haven’t been taken in a long time. I can tell. I’m the same way.”
Junsu couldn’t help but think that just because it had been a while since the five could take a break from their busy lives to…have fun didn’t mean his dongsaeng could take advantage of him.
“Ch-Ch-Chang-“
“Mmmm…” The other responded lazily. For a moment, he paid special attention to the tip hiding beneath the fabric, squeezing it lovingly before sinking down again in a long, hard dip.
Junsu grit his teeth and gripped the bench until his knuckles turned white. Actually, he could’ve been using his totally free hands to hinder the movements Changmin made that sent unbelievable shivers up his spine, but…oh, well.
“Changmin!” He said with a different authority.
The man in question stopped sucking on his neck and looked up. “What?”
He squinted embarrassingly before finally letting the words tumble out of his mouth. “T-take it off.”
A slow grin ripped across Changmin’s face before he did away with Junsu’s pants and underwear until there was nothing but a very pinkish, very happy, very stiff Junsu between his fingers.
“That’s right, Junsu. Just pretend I’m Chunnie…” With that, he enclosed his lips around the throbbing flesh in his hands and fully engulfed it in one go. He let out a deep groan, in respect to his new “Chunnie” persona as he bobbed up and down, making Junsu’s breath hitch over and over. He was not one to waste time.
“Ch-Cha-Ah! Oh my-“ Junsu stuttered. He struggled to breathe properly against the maddening rhythm inside his pants.
“Ah,” It started in a slow whisper and built up as Changmin went faster and faster, wrapping his tongue around every crevasse and vein. “Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ahhh…ahhhhhhh…..AHH…..AAAAHHHH!”
With a pop, the taller man suddenly unattached his mouth and looked Junsu teasingly in the eye. “Uh, uh, uh. Not yet.”
In a confused flurry (Junsu was too busy seeing double to know how exactly it happened) both the men’s clothes were successfully stripped and strewn all over the floor.
Changmin fastened his lips against the panting man’s exposed nipple and sucked obscenely while fondling the other. His own exposed member grinded on Junsu’s at a steady pace until he had the man squirming again.
“Oh…ngh…Changmin…” Junsu gasped.
“I told you to call me Chunnie~” the other whined in a playful voice and placed wet kisses traveling up his chest.
“Shut up, Changmin.”
“Gladly,” He quieted the both of them by attacking Junsu’s lips, sucking and pulling and biting like a delicious Junsu-flavored lollipop that would never run out. Their tongues swirled aimlessly around one another mimicking their groping hands as they panted heavily into the kiss and beads of sweat materialized to cool down the show.
Junsu pulled back mostly to catch his breath, but also because he would prefer Changmin’s mouth in another certain location at the time. “Y-you’re still not as good as Yoochun.”
The younger man smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
Without further warning, Changmin grabbed both their members together and began stroking at a pace alternating between remarkably fast and frustratingly slow and hard.
Junsu tipped his head back and let out a low grunt. His elbow rolled around on the piano keys until a curious melody of nonsense rang throughout the room. But it most certainly didn’t end there.
In an amazing show of flexibility, Changmin dipped his head down, bending forward until his mouth surrounded the tips of both their manhoods and sucked ferociously.
“Oh. My. Go-Min! Changmin! Agghh…nggh…”
“Hold it, Junsu.”
“I-I can’t!”
“Hold it.”
“I…I…”
“Hey, guys. What’s going on-“
Yunho stopped in front of the doorway and took in the sight before him.
Junsu, naked, leaned back lustily on the piano bench, banging miscellaneous notes on the piano with his elbow and Changmin, also naked, rubbing his nether regions on the other’s while bent over in a ridiculous display of his flexibility with his tongue darting back and forth between the pulsing sexes beneath him.
Just a little bit awkward…?
“Ummm…” His jaw dropped.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” A flash of pearly white milk shot from Junsu’s member and onto Changmin’s formerly clean chest.
“Aw, Su. You were supposed to wait for me,” The other whined.
Yunho silently gaped.
Instead of rushing to cover up the ordeal, Changmin unfolded himself and stood up to face his intruder with his hands placed on his bare hips in a pout. “Hyung, Junsu doesn’t think we adore him!”
Immediately, the dazed look in the leader’s face vanished and he looked back at Junsu seriously. “Is this true?”
“Umm…” Junsu’s eyes darted between the two.
“Ah, I see,” Yunho smiled knowingly and began to unbutton his own pants. “Yoochun withdrawal symptoms, huh?”
Changmin nodded vigorously while Junsu’s eyes popped open as the older man’s shirt met the floor.
“W-what are you-?”
“You got any lube, Changmin?”
“Nope. The manager was supposed to send an assistant to get some. Haven’t seen him since.”
“Oh, well. We’ll have to make due. Suck.”
Junsu’s eyes crossed as Yunho shoved his hand right under his nose.
“Yun-“
“We love you,” he demanded. “Now, suck. Or you might not be having so much fun in a few minutes.”
All thoughts of logic blew from his mind as he instantly clamped down on the slender fingers in front of him and sucked like this hand was his last meal.
“Nice…” Yunho commented, removing his hand and a string of saliva trailed from Junsu’s mouth to his fingertips.
“That’s our Su,” Changmin mumbled, nibbling on Junsu’s ear. “Always full of spit.”
“Hey, that makes no sense-NNNNNGGGHHHH!” Junsu’s mouth stretched into a semi-silent “O” as a damp finger invaded his entrance. At the sudden intrusion, he slammed back into the piano, making a complete cacophony of sounds with his back.
“You…guys…hah…hah…aahhhh….”
“Did you guys hear that noise? Oh…”
Junsu looked up to see Jaejoong standing at the door with dripping dark hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.
To Junsu’s surprise, the other two never even bothered to break contact with whatever part of his body they were abusing. In fact, Yunho simply blinked at Jaejoong and dipped his head to Junsu’s right nipple while slipping in another finger.
“J-Jaejoong-Ahh!” Changmin bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder.
For a moment, the only man in the room still clad with a shred of fabric hanging off of him simply stared at the threesome and cocked his head to the side. After that very, very brief moment, the towel was on the floor.
“This looks like fun!”
Jaejoong bounded forward, kicking his abandoned towel and someone’s forgotten pair of jeans on the floor and wrapped his plump lips around Junsu’s protruding member and his hands around both Changmin and Yunho’s on either side of him.
“Ooohhhh! No…nnn….no….please don’t….ack..” Slowly, any utterance Junsu attempted to make turned into unintelligible mumblings.
Jaejoong skillfully took Junsu in slowly, yet wildly while his hands alternately rubbed the other two rapidly at breakneck speed.
Yunho moaned into the nipple he had inside his mouth and added yet another finger into Junsu’s heat. Once he crooked all three fingers inside, Junsu lurched his hips forward in ecstasy, almost choking Jaejoong in the process.
Changmin switched from licking the abused man’s ear to latching himself to his mouth to silence the groans that continued to crescendo under the stimulation.
“Hah…hah…aaahhhh….Yun…oooohhh…..Joong….plea- Agh! Nggh! Min-mmmmggh…”
Before Junsu could climax again, Jaejoong took his mouth away and simply began planting kisses all over the tip while Junsu whimpered at the unpleasant loss of his hyung’s warmth.
“So…” Jaejoong said between kisses. “Why…are we all…doing Junsu?”
“He doesn’t think he we love him,” Both Yunho and Changmin mumbled absentmindedly without ceasing their various activities.
“Ah…Well, Junsu…I can honestly say…that…I simply…adore you…”
“Ahh. Whatever, hyung. Just get back on there,” Junsu complained in a strained voice.
“Okay,” Jaejoong complied with a smile.
Once the lost heat from his member was replaced, but at a satisfyingly faster pace, Junsu had reverted back into a blabbering mess.
Yunho’s long, slender fingers went deeper.
“Ugghh…ugh…ugh….ahh!”
Since Jaejoong’s hands were occupied on the two needs on either side of him, he just had to accept it as Junsu thrusted wantonly into his throat.
“Ah! Oh…..ngghh…ah….hah….”
Changmin suckled on Junsu’s neck and moaned into his veins as Jaejoong’s hand ripped up and down his throbbing member uncontrollably.
“Okay-ugh! Let go, Jae. Okay, I’m done with this,” Yunho slid his fingers from the hot cavern and positioned himself in front of Junsu. “Move aside, Jaejoong,” He waggled his eyebrows. “This could get messy.”
“Hey, is manager-hyung trying to play piano again? It sounds awful…”
All four turned to see a very familiar pale-skinned Asian American saunter into the room and stop in his tracks.
Yoochun’s pink lips parted in awe as he observed Jaejoong energetically sucking off Changmin, who still had his teeth practically inserted in Junsu’s neck but had ceased all movement, Yunho standing quite explicitly in front of Junsu’s spread legs and Junsu panting and sweating all over the place in a lustful mess.
“Ummmm…”
“That’s what Yunho said,” Changmin commented.
Slowly placing a small white box with a red bow wrapped around it on a nearby table, Yoochun licked his lips. “I…I don’t know how this started…” A small, greasy smile emerged. “But I kinda like it.”
Junsu watched through heavily-lidded eyes as his lover stripped into nothing but his pride and the wavy hair on his head and shoved Yunho out of the way.
“Excuse me. But this is mine.”
He smirked and looked into Junsu’s eyes playfully.
“You ready?”
“Chun…” Junsu breathed incredulously, cupping the other’s chin in his shaking hand. “You made it-AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”
Without warning or preparation, Yoochun shoved himself deep into Junsu’s heat and stayed there for a while to let him adjust after his cruel intrusion.
“Yooch-!”
“Shhhh,” the newest edition to the orgy pressed a finger to Junsu’s mouth to silence him. Then he thought otherwise and poked the tip into the other’s mouth until his lips parted and began sucking hungrily. “Junsu, it’s been too long. Just let me have my fun with you.”
Junsu nodded blindly and made circles with his tongue around Yoochun’s index finger.
“Well,” Yoochun smirked at the other three. “You guys can join in whenever you want.”
Yunho let out a sigh of relief. “Finally. But I need somewhere to put this. Jaejoong, open your mouth.”
The man in question was still happily bobbing up and down on the youngest before Yunho grabbed his hair and swiveled his head around until he faced Yunho’s stiff member. Without complaint, Jaejoong obediently opened his mouth and allowed the leader the thrust into his moist cavern without restraint.
“Hey…” Whined a very lonely Changmin. Jaejoong understood and took hold of Changmin’s member, pumping it furiously while Yunho entered and exited his mouth like patients in and out of a hospital.
“Nggh…hah…mmmgghh…”
Panting unevenly, Changmin grabbed hold of Junsu’s neglected member as Yoochun thrusted into him and mimicked the rhythm of Jaejoong’s hand.
The collection of sweat from five panting, squirming, hissing and moaning seemed to fog up the room. All the while, random blats of music jerked out of the piano as Yoochun slammed Junsu into every time he pulled completely out and slammed back into that sensitive spot that made Junsu lose his breath and gasp all at the same time.
“Ahh…ahhh! Yoo-chun!”
“Ugh…faster, Changmin…”
“Hyuuuuuung….ah…hah…”
“Mmmm…mmm….mmmm…”
“Oh…oh…ah…aaaahhh…more, Jaejoong!”
After a few more minutes of mind-blowing pleasure, there was a collective sharp intake of air and four shots of creamy, white liquid burst inside Junsu, on Changmin’s hand, on Jaejoong’s hand and in Jaejoong’s mouth.
In a cooperative mess of heavy breathing, silent curses and last minute strokes, four men collapsed and slumped on top of one another in a post-climax stupor.
All except one.
“Yah!” Jaejoong placed his hands on his smooth hips and glared at his bandmates.
Sleepily the others looked up at him in a sort of daze.
“Just because I’m the umma doesn’t mean I have to give, give, give and never receive,” the eldest complained with a pout. “Nobody even touched me. All I did was choke on Yunho juice. We all adore Junsu, but no one loves me? You guys can’t just leave me like-“
Without warning, four mouths lunged at Jaejoong’s throbbing member and ravenously shared the taste of everyone’s favorite hyung. Changmin manned the sack, Yoochun’s finger probed Jaejoong’s entrance searching madly for the hot spot, Junsu’s active tongue slid up and down the shaft and Yunho and enjoyed the tip, which generously erupted with his seed in no time.
A few minutes later, all five were sprawled on the floor, completely spent yet totally happy.
“Junsu,” Yoochun sent a low whisper rumbling through his ear. “I got you a present-“
“Shhh,” the younger man silenced him with a quick, loving peck on the lips. “Can I ask you a question?”
Yoochun traced his collarbone with a gentle finger as a response.
“Do you…love me?” Junsu blushed shyly.
With that smile all fans worldwide know and love, Yoochun nuzzled his neck and mumbed, “Junsu…I adore you.”
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*sigh* Comment if you dare. T_T I'm sorry, misstellittomeif this isn't what you asked for. I forced it upon myself and...I tried! *runs*
Quick! Who can correctly guess the present Yoochun had for Junsu?? (Hint: It's a REAL LIFE Yoosu present. >:D ) First one to answer gets to request a oneshot~