"H" is for "Housewife" (Nude)
Title: “H” is for “Housewife” (Nude)
Pairing(s): DooSeung (2JunSeung!OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,154
Summary: AU. Doojoon loves it when Hyunseung gets pretty for him.
A/N: "Take chances, make mistakes!"
Previous: "H" is for "Housewife" (Lavender)
(The Day of the Show…)
The last time Doojoon saw Hyunseung was early that cool, spring morning. The man was as functional as a motherless chick. It fascinated and entertained Doojoon observing his mate zip and scurry and shimmy from point A to point B, cutely rambling little things to himself here and there. He had to report to the hall of the event hours and hours before the actual show, and he wanted to be punctual. His nerves made every limb of his body tingle annoyingly. He was on edge and frazzled and only the soft words of his fiancé would thrust him in a temporary relaxing stupor:
“Doooo… what if I mess up?” said the model, pushing himself into the comfort of Doojoon’s firm arms. He was comfortable admitting his fears to his fiancé.
Doojoon enveloped his whole frame, pecking about his tresses, “You won’t mess up, sweetheart.”
“What if I fall?”
“You won’t fall.”
“I’m so nervous, Doojoon. I’ve never-”
“You’re gonna do great, Hyunseung. You’ll be just fine, baby. You can do it, don’t fret about any of that. ‘Kay?”
Hyunseung, leaning out of the embrace to see his mate’s face, smiled preciously, “Okaaay…”
Doojoon meshed their lips together.
“You gonna work that ass for me?”
“Of course~” grated his fiancé in return, simpering teasingly before kissing his fiancé goodbye. That’s one thing he could do, for sure.
Doojoon had the utmost faith in his lover. The show was going to be a hit for him. No one was going to overlook model Jang Hyunseung.
(Hours Later, Minutes Before the Show…)
“Where the fuck are you, Jun?” Doojoon asked waspishly, hissing into his cell. He was outside of the event, and the show was set to start in just a handful of minutes.
“I’m almost there. I’m trying to find a fuckin’ parking space,” grumbled Junhyung.
“That’s why you should’ve taken the bus.”
“You know very well why I refuse to take the damn bus.”
“Whatever, man. Maybe if you got here an hour earlier like I told you you would’ve had a spot. Look, I’m not waiting for your ass all day. Once that clock hits eight, I’m gonna be sitting in my chair, watching the show. And you’ll be the dumbass scurrying in late.”
“I’m right in the area, Doojoon. You act like I’m on the other side of town.”
“Just hurry up. You know what this show means to Seung. He fought for your seat, so I expect your ass to be in it tonight.”
(Show!)
Strident lights were focused on the main section of the runway. All else-the media, the guests-were enshrouded in shadows. And as prompted, the show began at eight o’ clock exactly. Music cued the start, waves of soft, feminine humming progressively spreading about the wide room, emanating from the speakers above. Lady Choi was the first to come out, and what an entrance she made. In her right hand was a very floral, paper, yellow parasol. Her legs were on display in an Easter-egg pink, full-body camisole with a pearl-studded, peter pan collar. Her hair was colored a winter-tree brown, and adorning her head was a large, boldly green sunhat with bushels of flowers resting on the rim. She wore nude platforms which she glided in. Her eyes were shielded by these cat-eye shades, rimmed in white. Everything was in place. Gina requested-or demanded, rather-that Hyunseung came directly after her, and she was granted that wish.
Doojoon’s eyes soared to the entry point at the emergence of the next model. Hyunseung made his glamorous debut.
“There he goes, there he goes,” Junhyung said, pointing and nudging his friend.
“Yeah…”
Hyunseung. Looked. Adorable.
A thick, red headband wrapped around the crown of his head. They brought his bangs down to the tops of his eyelashes, casting a short shadow above his eyes. He wore a snowy, straight-collared blouse that was tucked into these black, rosebud-patterned capris bound by a sunny belt. Along with his ensemble was a sea-green cardigan and a pair of tan loafers. The legs. The face. The strut. With his hands in his pockets, Hyunseung embodied confidence.
Doojoon’s breath was robbed. He observed his lover’s every stride in awe outfit change after outfit change. He was working that ass, as he promised Doojoon he would. The man was a tall beauty, and he definitely stood out amongst the girls. He made his own mark. The media loved him, surely, because Doojoon was falling ever the more deeper in love with that irresistible goddess that was his fiancé. No one else mattered more in his little world-from start to finish-than Jang Hyunseung.
…
Doojoon was surprised by the short length of the show. Lights from all angles now flooded the vicinity; the media began to shift onto their feet in wait.
“It’s over already?” Doojoon inquired, looking left and right, mimicking those around him and standing to his feet, too.
“I guess so,” Junhyung did the same, “that was quick. It wasn’t even an hour, was it?”
“Nope.”
The models dispersed about the lower deck of the runway, lining up side by side, receiving the praise of their audience. They bowed steeply and respectfully, shining and grinning.
Hyunseung’s ears perked at the particular whistling and rooting floating from the audience. He cut his eyes, craned his head lightly to the left, and he picked out Doojoon and Junhyung. They were eclipsed by the first two rows of media, so they unconventionally and unashamedly stood on the seats of their chairs and clapped and cat-called in celebration to be easily seen by the model. Hyunseung blushed, but grinned angelically, and blew the two adorable fools one kiss each.
(Restaurant…)
It was agreed that after the runway show, Doojoon, Junhyung, and their dates would all flock to a savvy restaurant in the neighborhood. Doojoon-after stopping for a luscious bouquet-confirmed the reservation and was seated at the four-person booth in a comfy corner of the eatery. Junhyung and his date Dongwoon arrived shortly.
“Did you have trouble parking?” Doojoon whipped smartly to his friend.
“Screw you, Joon,” Junhyung allowed Dongwoon to sit on the inside of the booth. Doojoon eyed the latter. It was his first time seeing this Dongwoon in person… He was pretty handsome, both boyish and mature… a rare mélange. Dongwoon got settled in his seat; Junhyung occupied his place tightly beside his smiley date.
“No. I didn’t have trouble.”
“I see. You got here pretty fast,” Doojoon then turned his attention to the boy, “And you are the Dongwoon I’ve been hearing about?”
Dongwoon giggled, “Yes, I suppose,” and he bowed, “Nice to meet you, hyung.”
“Nice meeting you, too. You’re too cute for him, by the way.”
Shy laughter sprang from the boy’s throat; his shoulders shivered while he laughed. Junhyung’s eyes comically narrowed at his friend across the table.
“Really, you wanna start this now, Doojoon?”
“Hey. I’m just saying. But you did a good job, Jun. He’s adorable.”
A waiter fluttered over to the table to record their desired drinks. Junhyung and Doojoon opted for wine. Dongwoon wanted water. Doojoon had the man jot down water for his absent honey before he fluttered away, when a loud individual sort of disrupted the calm atmosphere that suspended over the restaurant. It seemed to be floating from the reception area.
“There’s Hyunseung,” said Doojoon, familiar with his fiancé’s natural tendency to talk at an unnecessarily loud volume in the most peaceful of public places.
“Oh no, wait! I see him! Thank you!”
Hyunseung shuffled to the square table of friends, smiling and huffing from having to bustle from the show to the dressing room to change and lastly to the restaurant in a considerable window of time.
“I hope you all weren’t waiting too long,” he breathed, erratically combing his wind-destroyed locks with his fingers, “I tried to get here as soon as I could.”
Doojoon stood, exiting the booth, “Baby you’re fine,” he grasped the bouquet of violets he set out of view and brought them right under the model’s nose, “Surprise, surprise.”
Hyunseung stopped combing. His eyes sparkled at the full, mature blossoms, receiving the bundle by their stems, “Flowers? Doo… they’re beautifullll. Are these violets?”
“I don’t know. I just thought they were pretty so I got ‘em. You were fantastic tonight. You looked absolutely stunning and beautiful in everything you wore. You moved gracefully, glowing the whole time,” Doojoon’s lips drew up to construct a polite smirk, “I’m so proud of you.”
Hyunseung’s orbs of chocolate could not have possibly shined brighter.
“Doojoooon… thank you, honey. Thank you…… That means the world to me.”
The couple publically engaged in a soft, short round of smooches. Doojoon walked out of the booth so that his fiancé could sit on the inside.
“Congrats, Seung,” said Junhyung.
“Thank you, Junhyuuung,” Hyunseung’s pupils glided to the handsome, comfortably dressed male seated beside him, “and is this your date sitting in front of me~?”
The boy with the neat, chestnut hair grinned softly to the model across from him. Hyunseung bowed as respectfully as one could being seated at the table.
“Hello. Jang Hyunseung.”
The boy bowed, “Son Dongwoon. I’m glad to meet you.”
“Nice to finally meet you, Dongwoonie. I remember when Junhyung told Doojoon and I about you. It wasn’t easy for him to snag you up, I heard.”
Junhyung’s right arm snaked behind the boy and wound about his midsection, “No, it most certainly wasn’t,” he proclaimed, earning a sheepish chortle from his date.
Hyunseung nodded in understanding, “That’s how it was for Doojoon and I.”
“But as you can plainly see, I won him over,” interjected the said man.
“Eventually,” sassed Hyunseung.
“Junhyung was telling me that you both are engaged,” Dongwoon mentioned, gazing to the couple’s hands for the rings.
“Yes, he actually proposed to me a little over a year ago,” the model replied quite happily, Doojoon curling an arm around him, too, “We’re getting married in less than two weeks.”
Dongwoon’s visage lit, “Wow, congratulations to you both!”
“Thank you,” said the couple in unison.
A waiter came fluttering to their table with their drinks: water for Hyunseung and Dongwoon, and wine for their dates. He fluttered away soon after.
“I got you water. I hope that’s okay,” said Doojoon to his mate.
“Water’s fine. It’s all I need, anyway.”
“Oh, how was the show?” questioned Dongwoon, posed to the model.
“It went great. Smoother than I anticipated.”
“‘Cause he anticipated falling on his face,” spoke Doojoon.
“Doojoon, hush. And no, I didn’t fall. I received my evaluation from the agency and the designers, and they all said I was ‘strong’ and ‘unwavering.’ The designers themselves told me that I have lots of potential, and they would love to use me again.”
“That’s great, baby,” said Doojoon with true excitement for his lover, “So runway modeling is really something you’d like to do?”
Hyunseung tilted his head to the left, “Wellllll…”
“I think you should go for it. You were great up there,” Junhyung said, then turning to Dongwoon, “He was great, Woon. You shoulda saw him.”
“Um… well… I was offered a contract after the show. I didn’t take it, though.”
Doojoon’s almond eyes stretched into walnuts.
“What!? Why?”
Hyunseung gazed his fiancé square in his face, “It’s a lot of traveling. If I accepted the contract, then I would be away from you for the first three months after we’re married for training and shows, and I don’t want that.”
“But doesn’t the whole modeling thing-you looked happy at the show! Doesn’t all that-the lights, the clothes-make you happy?”
“They do.”
“Well then do what makes you happy, Hyunseung,” said Doojoon seriously.
“Being with you makes me happy,” Hyunseung responded, equally serious.
Doojoon became hypnotized by the honest, brown hues of his fiancé. He knew he meant every word that came from within his soul. Hyunseung wasn’t capable of being apart from his husband-to-be as it was, let alone for that long…
“I don’t want you throwing away any opportunities because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you bottle your potential. If this is something you enjoy doing-and you obviously enjoy modeling-then do it. I’m always gonna be right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Do what makes you happy.”
“Doojoonnn…” Hyunseung sank into his fiancé’s torso and breathed with him for some cherished moments. The couple across from them looked on, Dongwoon grinning lightly at their thriving love.
“They’re always like that,” Junhyung mentioned to the boy next to him, “I swear they’ve always been like that. I can never get Joon alone because he’s always hugged up with Hyunseung.”
“Oh hush, Junhyung. Don’t be jealous. I stole Doojoon away from him~ So how exactly did you and Junnie meet?” inquired the model to Dongwoon, sipping some on his beverage.
Dongwoon had a smile on his thin lips as the thoughts came rushing to him. He squirmed when he felt Junhyung firm the grip at his waist a bit.
“At a bus stop, specifically the one that takes me to school. College.”
“You’re a student?” asked Hyunseung.
“Yes, a sophomore. I’m studying to be a marine biologist.”
“Wooow.”
“Looks like you’ve caught a smart one here, Jun,” Doojoon said with a chuckle. Junhyung’s lips flipped into a smile, pulling Dongwoon nearer, “Sure did.”
Now a blushing fruit, Dongwoon peered to his hands self-consciously, “I thought he was pestering at first, asking me all of these ridiculous questions. And every day he would subtlety ask me out to places. When I finally got tired of hearing him ask, I gave in to him.”
Doojoon brings his glass to his lips, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
Junhyung scoffed, “Whatever, Joon.”
“Make sure you watch ‘im, Dongwoon. He’s a slick one,” Doojoon further said.
Dongwoon giggled. Junhyung cupped his wine glass and rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, Joon,” Junhyung stressed.
Their meals arrived: Doojoon and Junhyung had beef, pork and vegetables. A raspberry vinaigrette salad was placed before Hyunseung, and Dongwoon chose a bowl of well-seasoned seafood pasta.
Overall, it was very nice, long dinner. Doojoon tried to fork a piece of his pork chop into his lover’s meatless salad, attempts that were denied with a flick of the model’s hand. There were toasts to the engaged couple, to the budding couple, to Hyunseung’s modeling career and Dongwoon’s studious endeavors. It was a delicious night.
The pairs exited the restaurant; the engaged couple found a cozy, dreamy place to dwell in. Hyunseung and Doojoon were seated side by side like the reddest of cherries underneath a wooden gazebo situated a couple meters from the restaurant. Junhyung didn’t want to settle down. He decided to take his date along the trail outlining the perimeter of the lake. He tried greatly to hold his hand, but coy Dongwoon shied away~
“Be careful, Dongwoon. Walk in the light so people can see you. Junhyung likes to touch,” Doojoon warned the boy. Junhyung sucked his teeth at his friend as he trotted away with his blushing date. In the meantime, Doojoon held his fiancé’s soft hand in his palm. His ring dazzled in the little light traveling in the air from the restaurant and the light poles around the trail.
“They’re cute,” said Hyunseung, “reminds me of us back then.”
“Yeah. Jun’s really tryin’, but I told him… patience, patience.”
“I think he’ll win Dongwoon over. I know he will.”
“I hope he’ll keep him around. I don’t want him breaking someone else’s heart again. I can tell that Dongwoon really likes him. I mean, he took him back after Junhyung kind of ditched him.”
“He’s all shy and giggly because he likes him, Joonie. That’s how I was when I was around you,” the model leaned over, settling his head on Doojoon’s shoulder, “I still feel that way sometimes~”
Doojoon nuzzled deeper, “It’s the charm, the charm.”
“I could resist no longer… Oh, thanks for dinner, Joonie, and the flowers, and being there for my show, and supporting me,” spoke Hyunseung, gazing up to Doojoon from his shoulder.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. All that matters to me is that you had a good day at the show.”
“I had a great day.”
The couple kissed.
“I just hope they don’t have me dye my hair again anytime soon. I like my honey locks better,” Hyunseung pouted as he fussed with his bangs, “I miss my honey locks…”
“I dunno, babe. Black seems to agree with you. I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Keep it that shade for the wedding.”
“No, no, absolutely not. I’m re-dyeing my hair golden-blonde for the wedding. It’s going to be hell for my hair, but I’ve had that planned since the beginning, and it matches better with the color scheme. It nearly killed me when the designers wanted my hair cut short for the show. I was hoping to wear it close to shoulder length for the ceremony, but as you can see, that was inescapable. Maybe I’ll get someone to sew some in…”
“I know you’ll be beautiful either way.”
Hyunseung stopped his fussing. Doojoon’s smile caused his heart to do all kinds of flips and tricks.
“Doojooniiiie,” Hyunseung wreathed his long arms around his handsome mate to squeeze him into a hug, “Sweet talk may not win Dongwoonie over, but it sure works on me~”
“Why do you think I do it so much?”
Hyunseung narrowed and sharpened his eyes at the man, “To get what you want~”
“And what is it that I could possibly want tonight?”
A dark snigger vibrated in Hyunseung’s throat. The man rose to his long legs, but only to bend them as he straddled Doojoon on the bench, entrapping him between his thighs. The model’s long tongue struck Doojoon’s lips, and that was all that was needed to start a heavy, tangled lip lock, ended by the model himself. With his irises, he kept Doojoon’s pupils interlocked with his own. They grinned together… Hyunseung brought their foreheads to one another, either hand placed on top of Doojoon’s sturdy shoulders.
“I can think of a few things, and speaking of… thank you for being so patient with me, baby,” muttered the model to the man whose lap he was parked in. Doojoon roped his arms around Hyunseung, raising a brow.
“Hold up. You’re thanking me for patience? You should’ve decapitated me ages ago for the shit I’ve put you through.”
“Well I did ask you not to have sex for nearly a week, and that was obviously asking a lot of you… of the both of us,” the model softened his voice and the gaze in eyes, fingers twisting the gentle hairs on his fiancé’s head, “But I know you’re not perfect, Doojoon, and I realize that being in a committed relationship is something that’s fairly new to you, but I see you trying. Hell, you’re getting married to me. You’ve changed, and just for me. That means something. That counts for something, in my book…”
“I was done with the games when I first saw you. I knew we were getting married, but I didn’t know how the fuck that was gonna happen. I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but I canceled the plans that I had with one boy an hour after I got your number. I was guaranteed ass that night, but I gave it up for you. That’s how serious I was about you. I wasn’t gonna let you get away from me.”
“And you didn’t~”
“Nope,” Doojoon unwound his arms and clipped his hands around Hyunseung’s waist to highlight and underline his point, “You’re all mine.”
The tips of their noses tapped first before they lured one another’s mouths into a second, wet kiss. Hyunseung could feel little bumps grow everywhere on his soft, hot skin. The air was suddenly stockpiling in heat, getting thick.
“Let’s go home,” whispered Hyunseung to his fiancé as he peeked through his eyelashes, postponing the kisses. A smuttily sweet smile appeared. A smirk eased the edges of Doojoon’s lips northward.
Good things come to those who wait.
Nude
No fancy threads tonight.
Doojoon needed Hyunseung naked.
For fear of taking him on the fucking spot, the former neglected seeing his fiancé entirely bare-absent of a single stitch-for roughly a week. With the completion of the runway show, Doojoon no longer had any type of sexual restrictions. He didn’t have to fuck him slowly, either. He could make love to him-however hard or soft-the way he wanted to.
The couple dimmed their lights and pulled their door to a close. Hyunseung was the first to hop on top of the bed. He kicked off his shoes. Doojoon did the same. The model began to grasp the hem of his blouse, but two warm hands swept them up and away.
“No, let me. I like undressing you,” Doojoon insisted. He peeled the thin layers of clothing from Hyunseung’s lean body as if it were a sacred act. They would kiss some after the shedding of a garment. Hyunseung was stark naked in a minute’s time. Doojoon admired his mate’s faultless frame, embedding new images of his nude fiancé into his mind for those days he would be confined to his office meetings. He forced Hyunseung to lay back, Doojoon straddling the lithe body intimately… The model beneath him immediately seized a few chunks of Doojoon’s locks, and started massaging his smooth scalp. Doojoon’s invisible tail wagged.
Hyunseung smiled, “Do whatever you wish.”
“I certainly will.”
A clothed Doojoon and a bare Hyunseung wound their limbs around the other. A beautiful ball of bodies formed, connected solely by soft lips and tongues. The model’s skin kissed Doojoon’s exposed skin feverishly, encouraging the man to discard his shirt. The former skipped his skinny appendages up and down Doojoon’s torso. Hyunseung took breaths sometimes in between their kisses, moaning as he and his partner’s erections bumped. He frowned at the space Doojoon kept betwixt them. He was ready to be touched and stroked, inside and out, and it all started with that cock.
There was a distinct set of noises that brought the lovers out of their cloud of ecstasy.
“Was that the door?” Hyunseung asked shortly before Doojoon’s lips caressed his with another, enduring kiss. A deep “Yeah” passed through the other male’s mouth in a damp breath, and, straightaway, that mouth sought its partner’s hungrily. Hyunseung’s brewing curiosity and concern for the person at the door was thrust into the caked air hanging densely in between their mingling bodies. Doojoon’s slow and lovely pace drove him mad with lust. Seungie felt teased; Doojoon was being too careful. Hyunseung wanted to be manhandled-tossed, thrown about-and taken repeatedly. But to Doo, Hyunseung was to be savored. He was a succulent treat to be enjoyed as slowly as humanly possible. He did not always feel this way, or feel the need to pace himself, but tonight was special. Doojoon was in no rush. He was going to eat him bit by bit tonight.
…If he could completely focus on him, that is. Another round of fast knocks abused their main door, interrupting the sweet silence of the couple’s passion for a second, damned time.
Doojoon groaned.
“Just go see who it is,” Hyunseung grumbled, eyelids seductively draped halfway over his chocolate spheres, “and come straight back.”
Doojoon followed his honey’s order, preparing himself to give this interrupter an ear- and fistful for having momentarily suspending his mating session. He turned the knob and opened the door…
“You started without me?” pouted Junhyung, truly putting on a face for his shirtless friend. Doojoon’s jaw detached, fell, and rolled beneath the dinner table. The other glided inside of the home; his dark eyes skipped for the slightly opened bedroom door. An inviting, sexy, sepia strip of light flooded onto his shoes… He swallowed, wetting his throat as he imagined the person on the other side, “Yep, you did start.”
“What are you fucking doing here!?” Doojoon whispered dramatically.
“Did you get permission yet?”
“WHAT-!? NO!! I DIDN’T-I WASN’T-WHY TONIGHT?!”
Junhyung expelled a short cloud of air, “I suppose if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”
Hyunseung heard some mumbling, and he was pretty sure he heard a new addition of someone else’s voice.
“Doojoon?”
His suspicions were confirmed as Junhyung peeped his head through the door, his eyes instantaneously brought to the model on the bed. A cry of shock broke away from Hyunseung. He scurried to pull the cover’s up about his frame to make himself decent, hiding away from the smiling, forthcoming male. Why in the world was he here at this time of night!?
“Doojoon? What’s going on? Why is Junhyung here?” the model questioned his similarly bewildered mate, who was filing behind his friend.
Junhyung sized the raven-haired individual up and down as he made his way across the bedroom. He did not tear his eyes away from him for a second. Hyunseung’s skin was glowing in the light. It was the soft, alluring hue of oven-baked cookies that were just minutes from being done. His eyes were round with incredulousness.
Junhyung assumed his seat next to Hyunseung. He grasped one of the model’s hands-“Good evening, Hyunseung.”-and charmingly kissed the very front of his hand, keeping his eyes fixed on the latter. Hyunseung’s lips parted for air. He quickly looked to his fiancé. He appeared just as surprised as Hyunseung.
“I apologize for interrupting you and Doojoon here tonight, but there is something that your fiancé has yet to tell you,” Junhyung began gently, maintaining the connection he had with Hyunseung’s hand and his orbs.
“And just what is that?” Hyunseung inquired, to either male, really. He wanted answered. Doojoon was still dazed. He was a little scared, too, scared of what Hyunseung might say and do.
“Truthfully, for a while now, Doojoon and I had been planning a special night for just the three of us. We set the date for tonight a while back, but as you and I know, Doojoon can be a little forgetful from time to time,” Junhyung stroked Hyunseung’s smooth hand with his thumb as his thirsty, bottomless pupils drank in Hyunseung’s body… “Now we did not want to go through with this night without having your full consent.”
“My full consent for what-?”
“-A threesome,” Doojoon blurted with his face in his hand, “I meant to tell you about it, babe, but… yeah… it kept… slipping my mind. I just thought it would be something fun to do with us… and Junhyung’s the only one I trust to be around you.”
Doojoon readmitted himself onto the bed. He crawled to sit on the other adjacent side to the model.
“But it’s only if you want to, Hyunseung. It’s just a one-time thing,” Junhyung tacked on lowly, “it’ll be just me, Doojoon, and you. We wanted to do it before you two’re married. You know, just having a little fun before commitment.”
Hyunseung peered over to his now softly grinning fiancé, and to the man making his palm and upper cheeks burn beneath his skin.
“Well… it’s not every day that I get to play with two Junnies,” Hyunseung quietly confessed.
“Ah, so you accept?” asked Junhyung, craning up an eyebrow. He tried to lock their gazes, but their pupils couldn’t quite meet. Hyunseung winked at him, and then winked away bashfully, nodding. Doojoon laughed at his mate’s adorable behavior. With Junhyung being an addition to the party, it seemed to have manifested his quieter, reclusive side. Bold Hyunseung hid away somewhere.
“He’s actin’ shy now,” noted an amused Doojoon.
“I see that. There’s no need to be shy, honey,” Junhyung released the model’s hand and grazed what was Hyunseung’s thigh beneath the covers, “You know me.”
Hyunseung flinched at the warm, unfamiliar touch… He shifted from spasmodically looking at Junhyung to looking at the covers move about as Junhyung’s hand caressed and groped its way up his sharp hip.
“Yeah, I know you, but I’ve never… been with you… like this…” Hyunseung’s heart picked up a little speed.
“We can get used to each other…” Junhyung hummed, moving an inch closer, “Why don’t we start out with a little kiss for starters? Just a simple kiss. A simple peck. Whenever you’re ready.”
It killed him to do so, but Junhyung stopped his hand’s journey to focus on the model and his moistened, heart-shaped lips. Hyunseung did the same, cautious at first… Doojoon watched intensely, his face blank with anticipation. The model apprehensively leaned into the other man, stopped to look into Jun’s eyes before closing his own, and kept going. He puckered, quickly wet his lips with his tongue, puckered again, and sowed those soft lips upon Junhyung’s waiting mouth. The kiss endured for three, very drawn-out seconds. Hyunseung, who had closed his eyes, opened them as slowly as he could… He fanned his lashes in Junhyung’s direction while pulling back ever so slightly, his gaze bouncing from the other’s parted lips to the set of darkened orbs. They were new… and soft. Junhyung curved his tongue over his lips-he undetectably shuddered at Hyunseung’s quiet taste-and swallowed hard. “Another one?” he delicately suggested.
Hyunseung’s hesitance lowered some, and for a second time, he laid his pink petals against the other’s lips. The kiss was firmer, stronger. It had more soul. Not at all like the timid predecessor. Doojoon licked his lips twice.
And when that kiss expired, Hyunseung sank back a little to glance upon Junhyung for a bit, then immediately dove in for the third kiss. Junhyung adored this brazen behavior, exercising a lot of willpower and presenting just the faintest tip of his tongue to the model. Hyunseung responded positively, allowing Junhyung a little taste of himself as well. They sampled one another through these petty French kisses; Junhyung soon took the reins and snapped them with the bold clutch of Hyunseung’s hips. Not one, but two. Hyunseung yelped in pleasure and surprise; he thrust more of his warm flesh into Junhyung’s wet mouth. The latter moaned in satisfaction, exchanging his tongue tenfold. Hyunseung felt his groin throb deeply beneath the sheets upon that aggressive move. The men were fully engaged in their French kisses at this point. Hyunseung’s hands found themselves rested on Jun’s middle waist. He’d dropped the covers, exposing all of him, except bits of his lower midsection… Sounds of wet, passionate kissing and hushed moans of desire were the new sounds of the night, and from the most unlikely of pairs.
Doojoon partook in watching this beautiful magic unfold to the left of him…
Doojoon was also quite hard.
And the second part is done. ^-^;;;; yus the ot3 commences~~
Thank you for your kind patience~ Hope you enjoy more~~
Pairing(s): DooSeung (2JunSeung!OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,154
Summary: AU. Doojoon loves it when Hyunseung gets pretty for him.
A/N: "Take chances, make mistakes!"
Previous: "H" is for "Housewife" (Lavender)
(The Day of the Show…)
The last time Doojoon saw Hyunseung was early that cool, spring morning. The man was as functional as a motherless chick. It fascinated and entertained Doojoon observing his mate zip and scurry and shimmy from point A to point B, cutely rambling little things to himself here and there. He had to report to the hall of the event hours and hours before the actual show, and he wanted to be punctual. His nerves made every limb of his body tingle annoyingly. He was on edge and frazzled and only the soft words of his fiancé would thrust him in a temporary relaxing stupor:
“Doooo… what if I mess up?” said the model, pushing himself into the comfort of Doojoon’s firm arms. He was comfortable admitting his fears to his fiancé.
Doojoon enveloped his whole frame, pecking about his tresses, “You won’t mess up, sweetheart.”
“What if I fall?”
“You won’t fall.”
“I’m so nervous, Doojoon. I’ve never-”
“You’re gonna do great, Hyunseung. You’ll be just fine, baby. You can do it, don’t fret about any of that. ‘Kay?”
Hyunseung, leaning out of the embrace to see his mate’s face, smiled preciously, “Okaaay…”
Doojoon meshed their lips together.
“You gonna work that ass for me?”
“Of course~” grated his fiancé in return, simpering teasingly before kissing his fiancé goodbye. That’s one thing he could do, for sure.
Doojoon had the utmost faith in his lover. The show was going to be a hit for him. No one was going to overlook model Jang Hyunseung.
(Hours Later, Minutes Before the Show…)
“Where the fuck are you, Jun?” Doojoon asked waspishly, hissing into his cell. He was outside of the event, and the show was set to start in just a handful of minutes.
“I’m almost there. I’m trying to find a fuckin’ parking space,” grumbled Junhyung.
“That’s why you should’ve taken the bus.”
“You know very well why I refuse to take the damn bus.”
“Whatever, man. Maybe if you got here an hour earlier like I told you you would’ve had a spot. Look, I’m not waiting for your ass all day. Once that clock hits eight, I’m gonna be sitting in my chair, watching the show. And you’ll be the dumbass scurrying in late.”
“I’m right in the area, Doojoon. You act like I’m on the other side of town.”
“Just hurry up. You know what this show means to Seung. He fought for your seat, so I expect your ass to be in it tonight.”
(Show!)
Strident lights were focused on the main section of the runway. All else-the media, the guests-were enshrouded in shadows. And as prompted, the show began at eight o’ clock exactly. Music cued the start, waves of soft, feminine humming progressively spreading about the wide room, emanating from the speakers above. Lady Choi was the first to come out, and what an entrance she made. In her right hand was a very floral, paper, yellow parasol. Her legs were on display in an Easter-egg pink, full-body camisole with a pearl-studded, peter pan collar. Her hair was colored a winter-tree brown, and adorning her head was a large, boldly green sunhat with bushels of flowers resting on the rim. She wore nude platforms which she glided in. Her eyes were shielded by these cat-eye shades, rimmed in white. Everything was in place. Gina requested-or demanded, rather-that Hyunseung came directly after her, and she was granted that wish.
Doojoon’s eyes soared to the entry point at the emergence of the next model. Hyunseung made his glamorous debut.
“There he goes, there he goes,” Junhyung said, pointing and nudging his friend.
“Yeah…”
Hyunseung. Looked. Adorable.
A thick, red headband wrapped around the crown of his head. They brought his bangs down to the tops of his eyelashes, casting a short shadow above his eyes. He wore a snowy, straight-collared blouse that was tucked into these black, rosebud-patterned capris bound by a sunny belt. Along with his ensemble was a sea-green cardigan and a pair of tan loafers. The legs. The face. The strut. With his hands in his pockets, Hyunseung embodied confidence.
Doojoon’s breath was robbed. He observed his lover’s every stride in awe outfit change after outfit change. He was working that ass, as he promised Doojoon he would. The man was a tall beauty, and he definitely stood out amongst the girls. He made his own mark. The media loved him, surely, because Doojoon was falling ever the more deeper in love with that irresistible goddess that was his fiancé. No one else mattered more in his little world-from start to finish-than Jang Hyunseung.
…
Doojoon was surprised by the short length of the show. Lights from all angles now flooded the vicinity; the media began to shift onto their feet in wait.
“It’s over already?” Doojoon inquired, looking left and right, mimicking those around him and standing to his feet, too.
“I guess so,” Junhyung did the same, “that was quick. It wasn’t even an hour, was it?”
“Nope.”
The models dispersed about the lower deck of the runway, lining up side by side, receiving the praise of their audience. They bowed steeply and respectfully, shining and grinning.
Hyunseung’s ears perked at the particular whistling and rooting floating from the audience. He cut his eyes, craned his head lightly to the left, and he picked out Doojoon and Junhyung. They were eclipsed by the first two rows of media, so they unconventionally and unashamedly stood on the seats of their chairs and clapped and cat-called in celebration to be easily seen by the model. Hyunseung blushed, but grinned angelically, and blew the two adorable fools one kiss each.
(Restaurant…)
It was agreed that after the runway show, Doojoon, Junhyung, and their dates would all flock to a savvy restaurant in the neighborhood. Doojoon-after stopping for a luscious bouquet-confirmed the reservation and was seated at the four-person booth in a comfy corner of the eatery. Junhyung and his date Dongwoon arrived shortly.
“Did you have trouble parking?” Doojoon whipped smartly to his friend.
“Screw you, Joon,” Junhyung allowed Dongwoon to sit on the inside of the booth. Doojoon eyed the latter. It was his first time seeing this Dongwoon in person… He was pretty handsome, both boyish and mature… a rare mélange. Dongwoon got settled in his seat; Junhyung occupied his place tightly beside his smiley date.
“No. I didn’t have trouble.”
“I see. You got here pretty fast,” Doojoon then turned his attention to the boy, “And you are the Dongwoon I’ve been hearing about?”
Dongwoon giggled, “Yes, I suppose,” and he bowed, “Nice to meet you, hyung.”
“Nice meeting you, too. You’re too cute for him, by the way.”
Shy laughter sprang from the boy’s throat; his shoulders shivered while he laughed. Junhyung’s eyes comically narrowed at his friend across the table.
“Really, you wanna start this now, Doojoon?”
“Hey. I’m just saying. But you did a good job, Jun. He’s adorable.”
A waiter fluttered over to the table to record their desired drinks. Junhyung and Doojoon opted for wine. Dongwoon wanted water. Doojoon had the man jot down water for his absent honey before he fluttered away, when a loud individual sort of disrupted the calm atmosphere that suspended over the restaurant. It seemed to be floating from the reception area.
“There’s Hyunseung,” said Doojoon, familiar with his fiancé’s natural tendency to talk at an unnecessarily loud volume in the most peaceful of public places.
“Oh no, wait! I see him! Thank you!”
Hyunseung shuffled to the square table of friends, smiling and huffing from having to bustle from the show to the dressing room to change and lastly to the restaurant in a considerable window of time.
“I hope you all weren’t waiting too long,” he breathed, erratically combing his wind-destroyed locks with his fingers, “I tried to get here as soon as I could.”
Doojoon stood, exiting the booth, “Baby you’re fine,” he grasped the bouquet of violets he set out of view and brought them right under the model’s nose, “Surprise, surprise.”
Hyunseung stopped combing. His eyes sparkled at the full, mature blossoms, receiving the bundle by their stems, “Flowers? Doo… they’re beautifullll. Are these violets?”
“I don’t know. I just thought they were pretty so I got ‘em. You were fantastic tonight. You looked absolutely stunning and beautiful in everything you wore. You moved gracefully, glowing the whole time,” Doojoon’s lips drew up to construct a polite smirk, “I’m so proud of you.”
Hyunseung’s orbs of chocolate could not have possibly shined brighter.
“Doojoooon… thank you, honey. Thank you…… That means the world to me.”
The couple publically engaged in a soft, short round of smooches. Doojoon walked out of the booth so that his fiancé could sit on the inside.
“Congrats, Seung,” said Junhyung.
“Thank you, Junhyuuung,” Hyunseung’s pupils glided to the handsome, comfortably dressed male seated beside him, “and is this your date sitting in front of me~?”
The boy with the neat, chestnut hair grinned softly to the model across from him. Hyunseung bowed as respectfully as one could being seated at the table.
“Hello. Jang Hyunseung.”
The boy bowed, “Son Dongwoon. I’m glad to meet you.”
“Nice to finally meet you, Dongwoonie. I remember when Junhyung told Doojoon and I about you. It wasn’t easy for him to snag you up, I heard.”
Junhyung’s right arm snaked behind the boy and wound about his midsection, “No, it most certainly wasn’t,” he proclaimed, earning a sheepish chortle from his date.
Hyunseung nodded in understanding, “That’s how it was for Doojoon and I.”
“But as you can plainly see, I won him over,” interjected the said man.
“Eventually,” sassed Hyunseung.
“Junhyung was telling me that you both are engaged,” Dongwoon mentioned, gazing to the couple’s hands for the rings.
“Yes, he actually proposed to me a little over a year ago,” the model replied quite happily, Doojoon curling an arm around him, too, “We’re getting married in less than two weeks.”
Dongwoon’s visage lit, “Wow, congratulations to you both!”
“Thank you,” said the couple in unison.
A waiter came fluttering to their table with their drinks: water for Hyunseung and Dongwoon, and wine for their dates. He fluttered away soon after.
“I got you water. I hope that’s okay,” said Doojoon to his mate.
“Water’s fine. It’s all I need, anyway.”
“Oh, how was the show?” questioned Dongwoon, posed to the model.
“It went great. Smoother than I anticipated.”
“‘Cause he anticipated falling on his face,” spoke Doojoon.
“Doojoon, hush. And no, I didn’t fall. I received my evaluation from the agency and the designers, and they all said I was ‘strong’ and ‘unwavering.’ The designers themselves told me that I have lots of potential, and they would love to use me again.”
“That’s great, baby,” said Doojoon with true excitement for his lover, “So runway modeling is really something you’d like to do?”
Hyunseung tilted his head to the left, “Wellllll…”
“I think you should go for it. You were great up there,” Junhyung said, then turning to Dongwoon, “He was great, Woon. You shoulda saw him.”
“Um… well… I was offered a contract after the show. I didn’t take it, though.”
Doojoon’s almond eyes stretched into walnuts.
“What!? Why?”
Hyunseung gazed his fiancé square in his face, “It’s a lot of traveling. If I accepted the contract, then I would be away from you for the first three months after we’re married for training and shows, and I don’t want that.”
“But doesn’t the whole modeling thing-you looked happy at the show! Doesn’t all that-the lights, the clothes-make you happy?”
“They do.”
“Well then do what makes you happy, Hyunseung,” said Doojoon seriously.
“Being with you makes me happy,” Hyunseung responded, equally serious.
Doojoon became hypnotized by the honest, brown hues of his fiancé. He knew he meant every word that came from within his soul. Hyunseung wasn’t capable of being apart from his husband-to-be as it was, let alone for that long…
“I don’t want you throwing away any opportunities because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you bottle your potential. If this is something you enjoy doing-and you obviously enjoy modeling-then do it. I’m always gonna be right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Do what makes you happy.”
“Doojoonnn…” Hyunseung sank into his fiancé’s torso and breathed with him for some cherished moments. The couple across from them looked on, Dongwoon grinning lightly at their thriving love.
“They’re always like that,” Junhyung mentioned to the boy next to him, “I swear they’ve always been like that. I can never get Joon alone because he’s always hugged up with Hyunseung.”
“Oh hush, Junhyung. Don’t be jealous. I stole Doojoon away from him~ So how exactly did you and Junnie meet?” inquired the model to Dongwoon, sipping some on his beverage.
Dongwoon had a smile on his thin lips as the thoughts came rushing to him. He squirmed when he felt Junhyung firm the grip at his waist a bit.
“At a bus stop, specifically the one that takes me to school. College.”
“You’re a student?” asked Hyunseung.
“Yes, a sophomore. I’m studying to be a marine biologist.”
“Wooow.”
“Looks like you’ve caught a smart one here, Jun,” Doojoon said with a chuckle. Junhyung’s lips flipped into a smile, pulling Dongwoon nearer, “Sure did.”
Now a blushing fruit, Dongwoon peered to his hands self-consciously, “I thought he was pestering at first, asking me all of these ridiculous questions. And every day he would subtlety ask me out to places. When I finally got tired of hearing him ask, I gave in to him.”
Doojoon brings his glass to his lips, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
Junhyung scoffed, “Whatever, Joon.”
“Make sure you watch ‘im, Dongwoon. He’s a slick one,” Doojoon further said.
Dongwoon giggled. Junhyung cupped his wine glass and rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, Joon,” Junhyung stressed.
Their meals arrived: Doojoon and Junhyung had beef, pork and vegetables. A raspberry vinaigrette salad was placed before Hyunseung, and Dongwoon chose a bowl of well-seasoned seafood pasta.
Overall, it was very nice, long dinner. Doojoon tried to fork a piece of his pork chop into his lover’s meatless salad, attempts that were denied with a flick of the model’s hand. There were toasts to the engaged couple, to the budding couple, to Hyunseung’s modeling career and Dongwoon’s studious endeavors. It was a delicious night.
The pairs exited the restaurant; the engaged couple found a cozy, dreamy place to dwell in. Hyunseung and Doojoon were seated side by side like the reddest of cherries underneath a wooden gazebo situated a couple meters from the restaurant. Junhyung didn’t want to settle down. He decided to take his date along the trail outlining the perimeter of the lake. He tried greatly to hold his hand, but coy Dongwoon shied away~
“Be careful, Dongwoon. Walk in the light so people can see you. Junhyung likes to touch,” Doojoon warned the boy. Junhyung sucked his teeth at his friend as he trotted away with his blushing date. In the meantime, Doojoon held his fiancé’s soft hand in his palm. His ring dazzled in the little light traveling in the air from the restaurant and the light poles around the trail.
“They’re cute,” said Hyunseung, “reminds me of us back then.”
“Yeah. Jun’s really tryin’, but I told him… patience, patience.”
“I think he’ll win Dongwoon over. I know he will.”
“I hope he’ll keep him around. I don’t want him breaking someone else’s heart again. I can tell that Dongwoon really likes him. I mean, he took him back after Junhyung kind of ditched him.”
“He’s all shy and giggly because he likes him, Joonie. That’s how I was when I was around you,” the model leaned over, settling his head on Doojoon’s shoulder, “I still feel that way sometimes~”
Doojoon nuzzled deeper, “It’s the charm, the charm.”
“I could resist no longer… Oh, thanks for dinner, Joonie, and the flowers, and being there for my show, and supporting me,” spoke Hyunseung, gazing up to Doojoon from his shoulder.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. All that matters to me is that you had a good day at the show.”
“I had a great day.”
The couple kissed.
“I just hope they don’t have me dye my hair again anytime soon. I like my honey locks better,” Hyunseung pouted as he fussed with his bangs, “I miss my honey locks…”
“I dunno, babe. Black seems to agree with you. I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Keep it that shade for the wedding.”
“No, no, absolutely not. I’m re-dyeing my hair golden-blonde for the wedding. It’s going to be hell for my hair, but I’ve had that planned since the beginning, and it matches better with the color scheme. It nearly killed me when the designers wanted my hair cut short for the show. I was hoping to wear it close to shoulder length for the ceremony, but as you can see, that was inescapable. Maybe I’ll get someone to sew some in…”
“I know you’ll be beautiful either way.”
Hyunseung stopped his fussing. Doojoon’s smile caused his heart to do all kinds of flips and tricks.
“Doojooniiiie,” Hyunseung wreathed his long arms around his handsome mate to squeeze him into a hug, “Sweet talk may not win Dongwoonie over, but it sure works on me~”
“Why do you think I do it so much?”
Hyunseung narrowed and sharpened his eyes at the man, “To get what you want~”
“And what is it that I could possibly want tonight?”
A dark snigger vibrated in Hyunseung’s throat. The man rose to his long legs, but only to bend them as he straddled Doojoon on the bench, entrapping him between his thighs. The model’s long tongue struck Doojoon’s lips, and that was all that was needed to start a heavy, tangled lip lock, ended by the model himself. With his irises, he kept Doojoon’s pupils interlocked with his own. They grinned together… Hyunseung brought their foreheads to one another, either hand placed on top of Doojoon’s sturdy shoulders.
“I can think of a few things, and speaking of… thank you for being so patient with me, baby,” muttered the model to the man whose lap he was parked in. Doojoon roped his arms around Hyunseung, raising a brow.
“Hold up. You’re thanking me for patience? You should’ve decapitated me ages ago for the shit I’ve put you through.”
“Well I did ask you not to have sex for nearly a week, and that was obviously asking a lot of you… of the both of us,” the model softened his voice and the gaze in eyes, fingers twisting the gentle hairs on his fiancé’s head, “But I know you’re not perfect, Doojoon, and I realize that being in a committed relationship is something that’s fairly new to you, but I see you trying. Hell, you’re getting married to me. You’ve changed, and just for me. That means something. That counts for something, in my book…”
“I was done with the games when I first saw you. I knew we were getting married, but I didn’t know how the fuck that was gonna happen. I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but I canceled the plans that I had with one boy an hour after I got your number. I was guaranteed ass that night, but I gave it up for you. That’s how serious I was about you. I wasn’t gonna let you get away from me.”
“And you didn’t~”
“Nope,” Doojoon unwound his arms and clipped his hands around Hyunseung’s waist to highlight and underline his point, “You’re all mine.”
The tips of their noses tapped first before they lured one another’s mouths into a second, wet kiss. Hyunseung could feel little bumps grow everywhere on his soft, hot skin. The air was suddenly stockpiling in heat, getting thick.
“Let’s go home,” whispered Hyunseung to his fiancé as he peeked through his eyelashes, postponing the kisses. A smuttily sweet smile appeared. A smirk eased the edges of Doojoon’s lips northward.
Good things come to those who wait.
Nude
No fancy threads tonight.
Doojoon needed Hyunseung naked.
For fear of taking him on the fucking spot, the former neglected seeing his fiancé entirely bare-absent of a single stitch-for roughly a week. With the completion of the runway show, Doojoon no longer had any type of sexual restrictions. He didn’t have to fuck him slowly, either. He could make love to him-however hard or soft-the way he wanted to.
The couple dimmed their lights and pulled their door to a close. Hyunseung was the first to hop on top of the bed. He kicked off his shoes. Doojoon did the same. The model began to grasp the hem of his blouse, but two warm hands swept them up and away.
“No, let me. I like undressing you,” Doojoon insisted. He peeled the thin layers of clothing from Hyunseung’s lean body as if it were a sacred act. They would kiss some after the shedding of a garment. Hyunseung was stark naked in a minute’s time. Doojoon admired his mate’s faultless frame, embedding new images of his nude fiancé into his mind for those days he would be confined to his office meetings. He forced Hyunseung to lay back, Doojoon straddling the lithe body intimately… The model beneath him immediately seized a few chunks of Doojoon’s locks, and started massaging his smooth scalp. Doojoon’s invisible tail wagged.
Hyunseung smiled, “Do whatever you wish.”
“I certainly will.”
A clothed Doojoon and a bare Hyunseung wound their limbs around the other. A beautiful ball of bodies formed, connected solely by soft lips and tongues. The model’s skin kissed Doojoon’s exposed skin feverishly, encouraging the man to discard his shirt. The former skipped his skinny appendages up and down Doojoon’s torso. Hyunseung took breaths sometimes in between their kisses, moaning as he and his partner’s erections bumped. He frowned at the space Doojoon kept betwixt them. He was ready to be touched and stroked, inside and out, and it all started with that cock.
There was a distinct set of noises that brought the lovers out of their cloud of ecstasy.
“Was that the door?” Hyunseung asked shortly before Doojoon’s lips caressed his with another, enduring kiss. A deep “Yeah” passed through the other male’s mouth in a damp breath, and, straightaway, that mouth sought its partner’s hungrily. Hyunseung’s brewing curiosity and concern for the person at the door was thrust into the caked air hanging densely in between their mingling bodies. Doojoon’s slow and lovely pace drove him mad with lust. Seungie felt teased; Doojoon was being too careful. Hyunseung wanted to be manhandled-tossed, thrown about-and taken repeatedly. But to Doo, Hyunseung was to be savored. He was a succulent treat to be enjoyed as slowly as humanly possible. He did not always feel this way, or feel the need to pace himself, but tonight was special. Doojoon was in no rush. He was going to eat him bit by bit tonight.
…If he could completely focus on him, that is. Another round of fast knocks abused their main door, interrupting the sweet silence of the couple’s passion for a second, damned time.
Doojoon groaned.
“Just go see who it is,” Hyunseung grumbled, eyelids seductively draped halfway over his chocolate spheres, “and come straight back.”
Doojoon followed his honey’s order, preparing himself to give this interrupter an ear- and fistful for having momentarily suspending his mating session. He turned the knob and opened the door…
“You started without me?” pouted Junhyung, truly putting on a face for his shirtless friend. Doojoon’s jaw detached, fell, and rolled beneath the dinner table. The other glided inside of the home; his dark eyes skipped for the slightly opened bedroom door. An inviting, sexy, sepia strip of light flooded onto his shoes… He swallowed, wetting his throat as he imagined the person on the other side, “Yep, you did start.”
“What are you fucking doing here!?” Doojoon whispered dramatically.
“Did you get permission yet?”
“WHAT-!? NO!! I DIDN’T-I WASN’T-WHY TONIGHT?!”
Junhyung expelled a short cloud of air, “I suppose if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”
Hyunseung heard some mumbling, and he was pretty sure he heard a new addition of someone else’s voice.
“Doojoon?”
His suspicions were confirmed as Junhyung peeped his head through the door, his eyes instantaneously brought to the model on the bed. A cry of shock broke away from Hyunseung. He scurried to pull the cover’s up about his frame to make himself decent, hiding away from the smiling, forthcoming male. Why in the world was he here at this time of night!?
“Doojoon? What’s going on? Why is Junhyung here?” the model questioned his similarly bewildered mate, who was filing behind his friend.
Junhyung sized the raven-haired individual up and down as he made his way across the bedroom. He did not tear his eyes away from him for a second. Hyunseung’s skin was glowing in the light. It was the soft, alluring hue of oven-baked cookies that were just minutes from being done. His eyes were round with incredulousness.
Junhyung assumed his seat next to Hyunseung. He grasped one of the model’s hands-“Good evening, Hyunseung.”-and charmingly kissed the very front of his hand, keeping his eyes fixed on the latter. Hyunseung’s lips parted for air. He quickly looked to his fiancé. He appeared just as surprised as Hyunseung.
“I apologize for interrupting you and Doojoon here tonight, but there is something that your fiancé has yet to tell you,” Junhyung began gently, maintaining the connection he had with Hyunseung’s hand and his orbs.
“And just what is that?” Hyunseung inquired, to either male, really. He wanted answered. Doojoon was still dazed. He was a little scared, too, scared of what Hyunseung might say and do.
“Truthfully, for a while now, Doojoon and I had been planning a special night for just the three of us. We set the date for tonight a while back, but as you and I know, Doojoon can be a little forgetful from time to time,” Junhyung stroked Hyunseung’s smooth hand with his thumb as his thirsty, bottomless pupils drank in Hyunseung’s body… “Now we did not want to go through with this night without having your full consent.”
“My full consent for what-?”
“-A threesome,” Doojoon blurted with his face in his hand, “I meant to tell you about it, babe, but… yeah… it kept… slipping my mind. I just thought it would be something fun to do with us… and Junhyung’s the only one I trust to be around you.”
Doojoon readmitted himself onto the bed. He crawled to sit on the other adjacent side to the model.
“But it’s only if you want to, Hyunseung. It’s just a one-time thing,” Junhyung tacked on lowly, “it’ll be just me, Doojoon, and you. We wanted to do it before you two’re married. You know, just having a little fun before commitment.”
Hyunseung peered over to his now softly grinning fiancé, and to the man making his palm and upper cheeks burn beneath his skin.
“Well… it’s not every day that I get to play with two Junnies,” Hyunseung quietly confessed.
“Ah, so you accept?” asked Junhyung, craning up an eyebrow. He tried to lock their gazes, but their pupils couldn’t quite meet. Hyunseung winked at him, and then winked away bashfully, nodding. Doojoon laughed at his mate’s adorable behavior. With Junhyung being an addition to the party, it seemed to have manifested his quieter, reclusive side. Bold Hyunseung hid away somewhere.
“He’s actin’ shy now,” noted an amused Doojoon.
“I see that. There’s no need to be shy, honey,” Junhyung released the model’s hand and grazed what was Hyunseung’s thigh beneath the covers, “You know me.”
Hyunseung flinched at the warm, unfamiliar touch… He shifted from spasmodically looking at Junhyung to looking at the covers move about as Junhyung’s hand caressed and groped its way up his sharp hip.
“Yeah, I know you, but I’ve never… been with you… like this…” Hyunseung’s heart picked up a little speed.
“We can get used to each other…” Junhyung hummed, moving an inch closer, “Why don’t we start out with a little kiss for starters? Just a simple kiss. A simple peck. Whenever you’re ready.”
It killed him to do so, but Junhyung stopped his hand’s journey to focus on the model and his moistened, heart-shaped lips. Hyunseung did the same, cautious at first… Doojoon watched intensely, his face blank with anticipation. The model apprehensively leaned into the other man, stopped to look into Jun’s eyes before closing his own, and kept going. He puckered, quickly wet his lips with his tongue, puckered again, and sowed those soft lips upon Junhyung’s waiting mouth. The kiss endured for three, very drawn-out seconds. Hyunseung, who had closed his eyes, opened them as slowly as he could… He fanned his lashes in Junhyung’s direction while pulling back ever so slightly, his gaze bouncing from the other’s parted lips to the set of darkened orbs. They were new… and soft. Junhyung curved his tongue over his lips-he undetectably shuddered at Hyunseung’s quiet taste-and swallowed hard. “Another one?” he delicately suggested.
Hyunseung’s hesitance lowered some, and for a second time, he laid his pink petals against the other’s lips. The kiss was firmer, stronger. It had more soul. Not at all like the timid predecessor. Doojoon licked his lips twice.
And when that kiss expired, Hyunseung sank back a little to glance upon Junhyung for a bit, then immediately dove in for the third kiss. Junhyung adored this brazen behavior, exercising a lot of willpower and presenting just the faintest tip of his tongue to the model. Hyunseung responded positively, allowing Junhyung a little taste of himself as well. They sampled one another through these petty French kisses; Junhyung soon took the reins and snapped them with the bold clutch of Hyunseung’s hips. Not one, but two. Hyunseung yelped in pleasure and surprise; he thrust more of his warm flesh into Junhyung’s wet mouth. The latter moaned in satisfaction, exchanging his tongue tenfold. Hyunseung felt his groin throb deeply beneath the sheets upon that aggressive move. The men were fully engaged in their French kisses at this point. Hyunseung’s hands found themselves rested on Jun’s middle waist. He’d dropped the covers, exposing all of him, except bits of his lower midsection… Sounds of wet, passionate kissing and hushed moans of desire were the new sounds of the night, and from the most unlikely of pairs.
Doojoon partook in watching this beautiful magic unfold to the left of him…
Doojoon was also quite hard.
And the second part is done. ^-^;;;; yus the ot3 commences~~
Thank you for your kind patience~ Hope you enjoy more~~