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(2jun, nc-17. 1,537 words)
i didn't look over this one yet, so apologies for typos and such.
i'm about to go to bed. here's some porn for your enjoyment.
i seem to be bad at endings lately.
WARNING --- intercrural sex! sorry if you're not into that. hah.
Doojoon looked over at Junhyung as he set his bags down in the foyer of the dorm, kicking his shoes off. "It's late." He sighed and Junhyung nodded. "Come on, lets wash up then go to bed." Doojoon agreed, ignoring the rumble in his stomach because he couldn't recall the last time he ate. At this point, his heavy eyelids were screaming for sleep over sustinence.
Doojoon undressed himself as Junhyung ran the water, running over the day in his head. He thought back on mistakes he made during their CF filming earlier and sighed heavily, finding himself lathering up his hair in the middle of his thoughts. The two were quiet, a little sluggish with fatigue.
He caught a glimpse of Junhyung standing under the stream of water, shoulders hunched as droplets rolled over his back. Junhyung let out a soft sigh, hands rising up to rub at his temples.
"You alright?"
He looked up slowly, water running down his cheekbones. "M'fine. Tired."
Doojoon lowered his eyes with a nod as he lathered up his body, closing his eyes as he stretched to get the back of his neck. He let out another soft sigh and kept to himself as he tried to finish up washing up. His body was slow, limbs heavy with the weight of the workday. He huffed out a little sigh, turning around to maneuvre around Junhyung to get under the spray of water, catching a glimpse of Junhyung's half hard cock before the water washed over his eyes.
Wait.
Doojoon opened his eyes again, wiping the suds away and watching as Junhyung lathered himself up, definitely blocking Doojoon's view as he turned around to grab the bottle of shampoo. He raised an eyebrow, trying to shake the sleepiness from his head as his gaze trailed down the soft curve of Junhyung's ass, noticing how his skin wasn't as milky as Hyunseung's, how he had a sort of tan to him. He gulped thickly, closing his eyes and tilting his head directly back into the stream of water, the vision of Junhyung's ass (pert, sexy little ass...you could probably bounce a quarter off of that) imprinted into his mind. Sleep deprivation must have really fucked him up.
When he wiped the water from his eyes he saw Junhyung sudsing up his chest. Doojoon licked his lips again, trying to be sneaky about trying to get a glimpse of his dick. Why would he be hard? Of course...as leader, he was thinking about this. Obviously. Doojoon couldn't remember the last time he had jerked off, which probably meant Junhyung hadn't cum in a long while, either. They had been so busy lately, jetting off to foreign lands, globe trotting, maybe next going to the moon.
Poor guy, Doojoon thought. All the guys. They'd been too busy to even jerk off. He'd been too busy to even think about it up until that moment and now that he pondered it, it was all making sense. Doojoon briefly recalled shifting around uncomfortably on the long van ride from the airport to the venue in Spain trying to conceal is ridiculously hard cock the whole way. He didn't even have to see a nice pair of boobs anymore to get hard, it just happened at the most inopertune times like he was back in high school again.
Like right now.
He bit his lip as he felt the rush of heat down through his stomach. He licked his lips, eyes darting nervously over to Junhyung who was turning over in the hot stream of water, rinsing his hair clean. Doojoon couldn't help his eyes following the water down over his shoulders and chest, gaze landing right on his length. He closed his eyes and shook his head, a hand reaching down to palm at his dick.
Doojoon opened his eyes again to Junhyung's backside, moaning softly at the sight of his wet, gleaming ass. He couldn't help himself as he took a step forward, a hand coming against Junhyung's hip just as the other was soaping between his legs.
"What the fuck, Doojoon-ah?" Junhyung murmured and Doojoon glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming when he'd seen his hard on. He handn't, because as Doojoon leaned up against his back Junhyung was attempting to cover his dick with his hand, trying to elbow Doojoon in the stomach to push him away. "Dude, don't!"
Doojoon pulled his hips closer with firm hands, his cock sliding up against the crack of his ass. Junhyung went completely still, holding his breath.
Doojoon kept still too, hands still on his hips, shifting just a little bit as the tip of his dick dragged along Junhyung's ass, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Junhyung's waist. "I can't help it." He murmured, relishing in the way it felt to finally have some sort of friction. He slid a hand along Junhyung's taut belly, fingers brushing against the base of his length. He dropped his hand down more, ignoring the way Junhyung pushed at his wrist, and reached to stroke Junhyung's cock once.
"I haven't cum in the longest time..." Doojoon mumbled, his hips shifting again as he started to rut slowly against his ass cheeks, leaning his head down against Junhyung's shoulder, lips brushing against the water droplets gathered there.
Junhyung whimpered softly, his hand going to hold Doojoon's wrist, rocking his hips into his hand. "Fuck...me either." Just thinking about it made his entire body tense up, remembering that walk down the red carpet the night before trying to keep his cock from literally jumping out of his pants.
Without warning, Junhyung tenses up when the tip of Doojoon's cock slips between his ass cheeks, his breath hitching violently. "N-no..." He tries to push Doojoon away but Doojoon keeps him close with a hand on the sharp edge of his hip. "Don't put it it...shit, Doojoon, don't." His voice doesn't sound convincing, but it's hard to sound convincing when there's a hand around your boner.
"It's okay..." Doojoon mumbles, still sliding his dick along the crack of his ass. "I'm not..." He assures him even though it takes a while for him to pull himself away.
The water still runs over them.
Doojoon guides Junhyung towards the wall of the shower, resting one hand above his shoulder to hold himself up. He leans back, abandonding Junhyung's length to fist his own cock, sliding the tip down over the curve of his ass, ignoring the way he tenses up. "I'm not going to put it in." He murmurs, bending his knees so he can slide the tip against the backs of Junhyung's soapy thighs. He bites his lip hard, shaking his head as Junhyung starts to spead his legs apart.
"No...stay like that..." Doojoon's voice is muffled as he pulls Junhyung's hips back so he doesn't have to crouch down so much, sliding his cock between Junhyung's hot thighs. He moans against his ear, wrapping an arm around his hips to keep him steady. "Shit..."
Junhyung stays quiet, eyes closed and hands holding against Doojoon's forearms for support at the awkward angle. He keeps his thighs closed, consentrating on the feeling of Doojoon's dick sliding between them. He can hear the way he's panting in his ear, feel the way he pulses hard between his thighs. He bites his lip hard and reaches down to fist his own length, tugging in time with Doojoon's slow thrusts. It's like he's savoring the slide between Jun's thighs, his teeth grazing against Junhyung's sharp shoulder with how skinny he's grown.
Doojoon moans softly, hips jumping on a particularly rough upthurst. "Shit, shit..." He grips against Junhyung's hips hard and Junhyung bows his head, watching the head of Doojoon's cock peek out from between his thighs and he moans at the sight.
If someone had told him he'd be letting his best friend fuck his thighs like this two years ago he'd punch them in the mouth and tell them to go find their teeth in the grass, but with all of the stress lately and all of the flights and the lack of sleep and how hard his dick was, just begging for attention...he couldn't refuse. He especially couldn't say no to the feel of Doojoon's hips bumping against his ass as he went on, dick pulsing hard as he squeezed his thighs together. The only warning when he finally came was the way his whole body jerked forward as his orgasm hit, spurting cum against the insides of Junhyung's thighs.
Doojoon didn't make a lot of noise when he came; a little choked moan and grabbing onto Junhyung hard. Junhyung thought maybe he was coming to his senses, realizing that he'd just thigh-fucked his best friend and was weirded out about it. He panicked for a moment, pulling his hands away form Doojoon's strong forearms and away from his still rock hard length...but Doojoon nuzzled his shoulder.
He smiled lazily, looking as satisfied as a fat cat with milk, and kissed the side of Junhyung's neck affectionately. "Shit...that felt good." He murmured, sliding his palm along the soft part of Junhyung's belly and reaching down for his length. "Thank you so much."
(2jun, nc-17. 1,537 words)
i didn't look over this one yet, so apologies for typos and such.
i'm about to go to bed. here's some porn for your enjoyment.
i seem to be bad at endings lately.
WARNING --- intercrural sex! sorry if you're not into that. hah.
Doojoon looked over at Junhyung as he set his bags down in the foyer of the dorm, kicking his shoes off. "It's late." He sighed and Junhyung nodded. "Come on, lets wash up then go to bed." Doojoon agreed, ignoring the rumble in his stomach because he couldn't recall the last time he ate. At this point, his heavy eyelids were screaming for sleep over sustinence.
Doojoon undressed himself as Junhyung ran the water, running over the day in his head. He thought back on mistakes he made during their CF filming earlier and sighed heavily, finding himself lathering up his hair in the middle of his thoughts. The two were quiet, a little sluggish with fatigue.
He caught a glimpse of Junhyung standing under the stream of water, shoulders hunched as droplets rolled over his back. Junhyung let out a soft sigh, hands rising up to rub at his temples.
"You alright?"
He looked up slowly, water running down his cheekbones. "M'fine. Tired."
Doojoon lowered his eyes with a nod as he lathered up his body, closing his eyes as he stretched to get the back of his neck. He let out another soft sigh and kept to himself as he tried to finish up washing up. His body was slow, limbs heavy with the weight of the workday. He huffed out a little sigh, turning around to maneuvre around Junhyung to get under the spray of water, catching a glimpse of Junhyung's half hard cock before the water washed over his eyes.
Wait.
Doojoon opened his eyes again, wiping the suds away and watching as Junhyung lathered himself up, definitely blocking Doojoon's view as he turned around to grab the bottle of shampoo. He raised an eyebrow, trying to shake the sleepiness from his head as his gaze trailed down the soft curve of Junhyung's ass, noticing how his skin wasn't as milky as Hyunseung's, how he had a sort of tan to him. He gulped thickly, closing his eyes and tilting his head directly back into the stream of water, the vision of Junhyung's ass (pert, sexy little ass...you could probably bounce a quarter off of that) imprinted into his mind. Sleep deprivation must have really fucked him up.
When he wiped the water from his eyes he saw Junhyung sudsing up his chest. Doojoon licked his lips again, trying to be sneaky about trying to get a glimpse of his dick. Why would he be hard? Of course...as leader, he was thinking about this. Obviously. Doojoon couldn't remember the last time he had jerked off, which probably meant Junhyung hadn't cum in a long while, either. They had been so busy lately, jetting off to foreign lands, globe trotting, maybe next going to the moon.
Poor guy, Doojoon thought. All the guys. They'd been too busy to even jerk off. He'd been too busy to even think about it up until that moment and now that he pondered it, it was all making sense. Doojoon briefly recalled shifting around uncomfortably on the long van ride from the airport to the venue in Spain trying to conceal is ridiculously hard cock the whole way. He didn't even have to see a nice pair of boobs anymore to get hard, it just happened at the most inopertune times like he was back in high school again.
Like right now.
He bit his lip as he felt the rush of heat down through his stomach. He licked his lips, eyes darting nervously over to Junhyung who was turning over in the hot stream of water, rinsing his hair clean. Doojoon couldn't help his eyes following the water down over his shoulders and chest, gaze landing right on his length. He closed his eyes and shook his head, a hand reaching down to palm at his dick.
Doojoon opened his eyes again to Junhyung's backside, moaning softly at the sight of his wet, gleaming ass. He couldn't help himself as he took a step forward, a hand coming against Junhyung's hip just as the other was soaping between his legs.
"What the fuck, Doojoon-ah?" Junhyung murmured and Doojoon glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming when he'd seen his hard on. He handn't, because as Doojoon leaned up against his back Junhyung was attempting to cover his dick with his hand, trying to elbow Doojoon in the stomach to push him away. "Dude, don't!"
Doojoon pulled his hips closer with firm hands, his cock sliding up against the crack of his ass. Junhyung went completely still, holding his breath.
Doojoon kept still too, hands still on his hips, shifting just a little bit as the tip of his dick dragged along Junhyung's ass, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Junhyung's waist. "I can't help it." He murmured, relishing in the way it felt to finally have some sort of friction. He slid a hand along Junhyung's taut belly, fingers brushing against the base of his length. He dropped his hand down more, ignoring the way Junhyung pushed at his wrist, and reached to stroke Junhyung's cock once.
"I haven't cum in the longest time..." Doojoon mumbled, his hips shifting again as he started to rut slowly against his ass cheeks, leaning his head down against Junhyung's shoulder, lips brushing against the water droplets gathered there.
Junhyung whimpered softly, his hand going to hold Doojoon's wrist, rocking his hips into his hand. "Fuck...me either." Just thinking about it made his entire body tense up, remembering that walk down the red carpet the night before trying to keep his cock from literally jumping out of his pants.
Without warning, Junhyung tenses up when the tip of Doojoon's cock slips between his ass cheeks, his breath hitching violently. "N-no..." He tries to push Doojoon away but Doojoon keeps him close with a hand on the sharp edge of his hip. "Don't put it it...shit, Doojoon, don't." His voice doesn't sound convincing, but it's hard to sound convincing when there's a hand around your boner.
"It's okay..." Doojoon mumbles, still sliding his dick along the crack of his ass. "I'm not..." He assures him even though it takes a while for him to pull himself away.
The water still runs over them.
Doojoon guides Junhyung towards the wall of the shower, resting one hand above his shoulder to hold himself up. He leans back, abandonding Junhyung's length to fist his own cock, sliding the tip down over the curve of his ass, ignoring the way he tenses up. "I'm not going to put it in." He murmurs, bending his knees so he can slide the tip against the backs of Junhyung's soapy thighs. He bites his lip hard, shaking his head as Junhyung starts to spead his legs apart.
"No...stay like that..." Doojoon's voice is muffled as he pulls Junhyung's hips back so he doesn't have to crouch down so much, sliding his cock between Junhyung's hot thighs. He moans against his ear, wrapping an arm around his hips to keep him steady. "Shit..."
Junhyung stays quiet, eyes closed and hands holding against Doojoon's forearms for support at the awkward angle. He keeps his thighs closed, consentrating on the feeling of Doojoon's dick sliding between them. He can hear the way he's panting in his ear, feel the way he pulses hard between his thighs. He bites his lip hard and reaches down to fist his own length, tugging in time with Doojoon's slow thrusts. It's like he's savoring the slide between Jun's thighs, his teeth grazing against Junhyung's sharp shoulder with how skinny he's grown.
Doojoon moans softly, hips jumping on a particularly rough upthurst. "Shit, shit..." He grips against Junhyung's hips hard and Junhyung bows his head, watching the head of Doojoon's cock peek out from between his thighs and he moans at the sight.
If someone had told him he'd be letting his best friend fuck his thighs like this two years ago he'd punch them in the mouth and tell them to go find their teeth in the grass, but with all of the stress lately and all of the flights and the lack of sleep and how hard his dick was, just begging for attention...he couldn't refuse. He especially couldn't say no to the feel of Doojoon's hips bumping against his ass as he went on, dick pulsing hard as he squeezed his thighs together. The only warning when he finally came was the way his whole body jerked forward as his orgasm hit, spurting cum against the insides of Junhyung's thighs.
Doojoon didn't make a lot of noise when he came; a little choked moan and grabbing onto Junhyung hard. Junhyung thought maybe he was coming to his senses, realizing that he'd just thigh-fucked his best friend and was weirded out about it. He panicked for a moment, pulling his hands away form Doojoon's strong forearms and away from his still rock hard length...but Doojoon nuzzled his shoulder.
He smiled lazily, looking as satisfied as a fat cat with milk, and kissed the side of Junhyung's neck affectionately. "Shit...that felt good." He murmured, sliding his palm along the soft part of Junhyung's belly and reaching down for his length. "Thank you so much."