Still In Love 9 (Sequel to Sonsaengnim Eyelashes)
Still In Love
Four years into their relationship and pressure to take the next step is building up
Nine
Counting the days, Junsu realised they had gone a pretty long time without sex. First was the night before their anniversary, Junsu had been too tired to initiate anything and Yoochun probably noticed and let him rest. The night of their anniversary spoke for itself, so did the night after that and of course the night after that.
So when Yoochun rang the doorbell the morning after their phone call, looking so fresh, so sexy, so moan-worthy, Junsu was horny instantly. “You look hot.”
“Thanks. Are you ready to go? I haven't had coffee yet.”
“Let me stare at your head for a little longer,” Junsu laughed and pulled his lover into the house. The door shut behind them and they started kissing halfway through the hallway.
“We're not going to do this here, but it's nice to know you missed me,” Yoochun panted, smile playing around his lips.
“A lot,” Junsu said softly. “This fight scared the hell out of me.”
Yoochun's hand came up and he rested it in Junsu's nape. “I know, me too.”
“So what now? Do we forget it ever happened?”
“I don't think that's such a good idea. Listen...you said some things that really... I don't want you thinking like that. Like how I have commitment issues? I was committed to you from day one. In the end all I want is for you to be happy and if I'm completely honest I sometimes wonder if you're really happy with me.”
Junsu didn't want to her those words, he didn't want Yoochun thinking anything except for the fact that Junsu loved him and was ready to die for him anytime.
“Don't be dumb,” Junsu said. “Life sucks and there isn't much to be happy about, but having you makes up for all the crap that ever happened to me.”
“So you wouldn't rather be a famous soccer player, travelling the world, fans screaming your name-”
Junsu clamped his palm over Yoochun's mouth and shook his head. “I'd rather be your husband, living in our tiny apartment, with you screaming my name.”
When they finally got home their clothes were shed before they even reached the bedroom. The first round was quick and messy; sloppy kisses, spit for lube and no condom. But around twenty minutes after cumming with the power of a hurricane, Junsu got up and dug their box of kink out of their closet. He laughed when he saw bunny ears lying on top and gave them to Yoochun. “Too cute for now but before the end of the week you need to fuck me like a rabbit,” he chuckled and dug up a roll of cinnamon flavoured condoms and a cock ring.
“Order pizza and then make coffee because you love me, okay?”
An hour after cumming for the second time, this time with the power of a tsunami. “I'm starving and I don't know if I can stay awake if I don't-”
“I get it, I'm going,” Yoochun sighed and got out of bed. He slid on shorts and left the bedroom. The used condom lay on the floor next to the bed and Junsu made a face when his eyes fell on it. He pushed aside the covers and flung his legs over the side of the bed. He picked up the condom and flung it into the trashcan. He got boxers out of the closet and put them on. And then all of a sudden there was this movie image of post-sex in his head where the people only wear a dress shirt and nothing else. So he ended up putting on three of Yoochun's most expnsive white shirts to find the one with the best effect. When he was satisfied, he grabbed a condom and left the bedroom.
“That shirt costs three hundred dollars,”Yoochun said.
“I'm priceless,” Junsu countered. “Don't I look sexy? Ultimate uke? Right out of a manga?”
Yoochun smiled and pulled him close. “The boys in mangas aren't half as sexy as you are.” They kissed, Junsu's piercing working it's magic, tickling the roof of his lover's mouth.
“Come here,” Yoochun muttered and pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table. He sat down, pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked himself into a full erection. Junsu slid his boxers off, cock already standing straight. He handed Yoochun the condom and couldn't wait to get onto his lap. He straddled him, lowered himself onto his lover's cock.
“Boys in mangas are never this eager, are they?” Yoochun chuckled against Junsu's neck.
“No,” Junsu moaned, “Stop...not there...ah...hyung....please....”
Yoochun laughed and grabbed Junsu's chin to face him. They kissed as Junsu slid himself up and down Yoochun's dick slowly, at a steady pace. His nails dug into his chest, right above his tattoo.
“Maybe I should get one?” Junsu muttered, slowly breaking the kiss.
“Right here?” Yoochun asked and leaned in, his lips closing around Junsu's nipple. Junsu put one hand on Yoochun's shoulder and buried the other one in his freshly cut hair.
“That feels really good,” Junsu hummed when Yoochun pressed his thumb under the head of Junsu's dick and stroked him off languidly.
They both got startled half to death when they heard knocking on the front door.
“Damnit,” Yoochun cursed. “Pizza guy.”
Junsu sighed, let Yoochun's dick slide out of him and got off his lap. “Hurry,” he said. “I was close.”
Yoochun pulled the shorts up, patted them down and found a twenty in his pocket. He left the kitchen, got the pizza and came back, all within twenty seconds. He put the pizza box on the kitchen counter and pulled Junsu against him from behind. He pulled his shorts down again and Junsu bent over and leaned with his hands on the seating of chair. They finished rather hastily, both silently cursing the pizza guy and themselves.
“For future reference,” Junsu said as he washed his hands. “No ordering pizza while we're still horny.”
“When aren't you horny though?” Yoochun laughed and moved beside him to clean himself off. He pressed his lips against the back of Junsu's neck, bit him softly, licked him and made him squirm.
“Good point,” Junsu smiled. “You know, I imagined every day of the summer to be like this. I love this.”
“Well summer isn't over yet,” Yoochun smiled against his young lover's skin, “and if you ask me, it'll only get better from here.”