Christmas Present
Title: Christmas Present
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17 (Lemon)
Warning! Explicit!
Junsu grunted and his face twisted in a slight pain as he felt his arms being stretched under his own body before they made their way to the front, still cuffed. The years of training not to mention health drinks did him good as well as gave him a sense of flexibility.
A creak of the door captured his attention and in walked Yoochun. “Wooh!” his whistles carefully eyeing Junsu’s naked upper body and the loose jeans that hanged onto his waist showing off the waistband to his Calvin Klein underwear.
Junsu glared at him but wasn’t able to say anything because of the piece of cloth tied cruelly around his face. A frilly red bow tied around his neck as he struggled in the middle of the room. His eyes told more than a message of threat but Yoochun wasn’t afraid. Instead the man walked even closer to where Su was and grinned. “Why, hello beautiful,” he greeted.
If he hadn’t had the cloth over his mouth Junsu would have snarled at his bandmate. He made a demanding squeak and Yoochun nodded propping himself onto the floor next to the tenor. “Shall I help you with that Su?”
The smaller man nodded, almost too vigorously for his liking and Yoochun picked him by the waist to lean against the low bed, sitting as if waiting silently in the middle of the room. Junsu waited for Yoochun to release his arms and mouth so that he could yell out, “What a mean thing for Yunho, Jaejoong, and Changmin to do! Give me away to you as a present!”
He was too lost in thinking of how to punish the three that he almost forgot what Yoochun was doing. His mind jumped back to reality when he felt both of his linked wrists being lifted to the nearest bedpost, Yoochun’s red lips curved into a mischievous smile as he hooked the cuff there. The man’s fingers curved into the ribbon before pulling it apart as if unwrapping an actual present.
High pitch dolphin noises rumbled from the bottom of his throat but didn’t clearly make its way out because it was mumbled by the cloth. Eyes fiercely glaring at Yoochun, feet thrashing, and he literally panicked. Sure they had sex before but never like this. God, what an uncomfortable position for him and he hates how Yoochun smiles cockily everytime he’s dominant.
Those lusty red lips whispered into his ears, “Best Christmas present ever,” before it nipped its way slowly to the sharp of his right jaw. A tongue slipped out to taste him and lured a hot trail down to Su’s collarbone. The tenor rolled his eyes closed to a restless state obviously fighting back the urge to moan as Yoochun ravished him.
Soft, gentle, but burning hands caressed his sides; one making it to his back and the other smothering his chest with pressure. Junsu’s body bucked and curved sensually as a response to the tease. Yoochun’s lips made it down to his nipple by now biting and sucking him, leaving a wet burning feeling.
He literally felt helpless when their erection brushed each others. Yoochun was fast, lips left his body as his hands flew up to undress himself. He flicked a smile at Junsu who by now was in utter blankness. The baritone was back again by his side as if he never left and continues to mark him with dark red spots wherever his mouth had been. Junsu moaned over and over again but it was swallowed by the piece of the cloth.
Careful fingers unbutton his already loose pants and swiftly pulled them off along with his undergarment. Su gasped, his arms tightening trying to pull away from the post. It was so fucking embarrassing being laid out like that and naked. “It’s ok Su,” his bandmate cooed leaning his head over to drop small kisses into his inner thighs. Junsu shudders because the hot lips are so near his member which uncouthly had risen so high. The velvety tongue worked its way from the base of his erection tracing the vein underneath his manhood to the head.
Sweat stained, heat suffocating, lips moaned unevenly, chest rising and falling. Yoochun was lying between his spread thighs, lips engulfing warmth over Su’s cock. He ripped his lingering eyes from the sexy sight and cried out. Yoochun’s mouth pumped his manhood in a steady pace, cheeks hollowed as he sucked, tongue swerved to add to the pleasure.
So close. So fucking close and Yoochun wouldn’t let him have it. Instead the baritone pulled his mouth back and looked up at Junsu, he smiled at the frustration he sees in Su’s face. He sat up and picked the tenor by his tiny waist again then promptly slipped under. Satisfaction on his smug face as he felt Su’s asset in his lap. “This should be special Su ah!” he said kissing the man’s chest. “See how you get to be the one on top now?”
Junsu glared again, if only he wasn’t tied up and so worn out he would have smacked Yoochun silly. “Promise me one thing if I untie the cloth,” Yoochun added, eyes laughing at Su, who nodded. “You can only moan, if you say a word I guess I’ll just have you tied here forever.” Having reassured that Junsu nodded he reached up to untie the cloth, he sucked up the precious oxygen into his lungs greedily and the baritone penetrate him.
As promise, he moaned, heat stretched into his body. “Ch-chun!” his head was thrown back as Yoochun pushed deeper into Junsu’s hot rosy entrance receiving another moan. His hands on the tenor’s pelvic bones guided him up and down pumping his entrance into his cock. The baritone groaned and savored the feeling of ecstasy. Maybe this was the sexiest thing alive Yoochun decided, Junsu riding him but in a helpless state.
Their hips moved rhythmically, he looks up to see Su’s head thrown back, sweat trickled over his pretty face and slim neck and he knew he had reached that spot deep inside Junsu. He began to thrust faster and harder and Junsu cried out again, his manhood trapped between their abdomens at each thrust.
Junsu came first, his sweet juice splattered messily over both their stomachs. A hoarse cry all but ripped out from his throat, he felt his wrist being lifted free from the post, but he was too spent to even move anyway. Two more thrusts and Yoochun followed, he too released his seeds inside of Junsu along with a husky howl. The tenor fell limp into the larger man’s chest, his bit Yoochun’s shoulder because he was too tired to yell.
“I love you too,” Yoochun chuckled kissing his hair and hugging the sweaty body. “I think I owe you a present,” the baritone mentions.
Su nodded in agreement, too tired to add to but he agreed. “I know,” he felt Yoochun’s lips curved into the smile again by his cheek, “I’ll let you top again,” Yoochun playfully rolled his back onto the floor, lifted Junsu over his aroused member and pushed down. Junsu eyes widened but pulled closed and he whimpered due to the second time penetration.
“Fucking Yoochun!” he mumbled breathlessly as the man laughed.
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merry christmas!
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17 (Lemon)
Warning! Explicit!
Junsu grunted and his face twisted in a slight pain as he felt his arms being stretched under his own body before they made their way to the front, still cuffed. The years of training not to mention health drinks did him good as well as gave him a sense of flexibility.
A creak of the door captured his attention and in walked Yoochun. “Wooh!” his whistles carefully eyeing Junsu’s naked upper body and the loose jeans that hanged onto his waist showing off the waistband to his Calvin Klein underwear.
Junsu glared at him but wasn’t able to say anything because of the piece of cloth tied cruelly around his face. A frilly red bow tied around his neck as he struggled in the middle of the room. His eyes told more than a message of threat but Yoochun wasn’t afraid. Instead the man walked even closer to where Su was and grinned. “Why, hello beautiful,” he greeted.
If he hadn’t had the cloth over his mouth Junsu would have snarled at his bandmate. He made a demanding squeak and Yoochun nodded propping himself onto the floor next to the tenor. “Shall I help you with that Su?”
The smaller man nodded, almost too vigorously for his liking and Yoochun picked him by the waist to lean against the low bed, sitting as if waiting silently in the middle of the room. Junsu waited for Yoochun to release his arms and mouth so that he could yell out, “What a mean thing for Yunho, Jaejoong, and Changmin to do! Give me away to you as a present!”
He was too lost in thinking of how to punish the three that he almost forgot what Yoochun was doing. His mind jumped back to reality when he felt both of his linked wrists being lifted to the nearest bedpost, Yoochun’s red lips curved into a mischievous smile as he hooked the cuff there. The man’s fingers curved into the ribbon before pulling it apart as if unwrapping an actual present.
High pitch dolphin noises rumbled from the bottom of his throat but didn’t clearly make its way out because it was mumbled by the cloth. Eyes fiercely glaring at Yoochun, feet thrashing, and he literally panicked. Sure they had sex before but never like this. God, what an uncomfortable position for him and he hates how Yoochun smiles cockily everytime he’s dominant.
Those lusty red lips whispered into his ears, “Best Christmas present ever,” before it nipped its way slowly to the sharp of his right jaw. A tongue slipped out to taste him and lured a hot trail down to Su’s collarbone. The tenor rolled his eyes closed to a restless state obviously fighting back the urge to moan as Yoochun ravished him.
Soft, gentle, but burning hands caressed his sides; one making it to his back and the other smothering his chest with pressure. Junsu’s body bucked and curved sensually as a response to the tease. Yoochun’s lips made it down to his nipple by now biting and sucking him, leaving a wet burning feeling.
He literally felt helpless when their erection brushed each others. Yoochun was fast, lips left his body as his hands flew up to undress himself. He flicked a smile at Junsu who by now was in utter blankness. The baritone was back again by his side as if he never left and continues to mark him with dark red spots wherever his mouth had been. Junsu moaned over and over again but it was swallowed by the piece of the cloth.
Careful fingers unbutton his already loose pants and swiftly pulled them off along with his undergarment. Su gasped, his arms tightening trying to pull away from the post. It was so fucking embarrassing being laid out like that and naked. “It’s ok Su,” his bandmate cooed leaning his head over to drop small kisses into his inner thighs. Junsu shudders because the hot lips are so near his member which uncouthly had risen so high. The velvety tongue worked its way from the base of his erection tracing the vein underneath his manhood to the head.
Sweat stained, heat suffocating, lips moaned unevenly, chest rising and falling. Yoochun was lying between his spread thighs, lips engulfing warmth over Su’s cock. He ripped his lingering eyes from the sexy sight and cried out. Yoochun’s mouth pumped his manhood in a steady pace, cheeks hollowed as he sucked, tongue swerved to add to the pleasure.
So close. So fucking close and Yoochun wouldn’t let him have it. Instead the baritone pulled his mouth back and looked up at Junsu, he smiled at the frustration he sees in Su’s face. He sat up and picked the tenor by his tiny waist again then promptly slipped under. Satisfaction on his smug face as he felt Su’s asset in his lap. “This should be special Su ah!” he said kissing the man’s chest. “See how you get to be the one on top now?”
Junsu glared again, if only he wasn’t tied up and so worn out he would have smacked Yoochun silly. “Promise me one thing if I untie the cloth,” Yoochun added, eyes laughing at Su, who nodded. “You can only moan, if you say a word I guess I’ll just have you tied here forever.” Having reassured that Junsu nodded he reached up to untie the cloth, he sucked up the precious oxygen into his lungs greedily and the baritone penetrate him.
As promise, he moaned, heat stretched into his body. “Ch-chun!” his head was thrown back as Yoochun pushed deeper into Junsu’s hot rosy entrance receiving another moan. His hands on the tenor’s pelvic bones guided him up and down pumping his entrance into his cock. The baritone groaned and savored the feeling of ecstasy. Maybe this was the sexiest thing alive Yoochun decided, Junsu riding him but in a helpless state.
Their hips moved rhythmically, he looks up to see Su’s head thrown back, sweat trickled over his pretty face and slim neck and he knew he had reached that spot deep inside Junsu. He began to thrust faster and harder and Junsu cried out again, his manhood trapped between their abdomens at each thrust.
Junsu came first, his sweet juice splattered messily over both their stomachs. A hoarse cry all but ripped out from his throat, he felt his wrist being lifted free from the post, but he was too spent to even move anyway. Two more thrusts and Yoochun followed, he too released his seeds inside of Junsu along with a husky howl. The tenor fell limp into the larger man’s chest, his bit Yoochun’s shoulder because he was too tired to yell.
“I love you too,” Yoochun chuckled kissing his hair and hugging the sweaty body. “I think I owe you a present,” the baritone mentions.
Su nodded in agreement, too tired to add to but he agreed. “I know,” he felt Yoochun’s lips curved into the smile again by his cheek, “I’ll let you top again,” Yoochun playfully rolled his back onto the floor, lifted Junsu over his aroused member and pushed down. Junsu eyes widened but pulled closed and he whimpered due to the second time penetration.
“Fucking Yoochun!” he mumbled breathlessly as the man laughed.
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merry christmas!