[one shot] late at night
Title: Late At Night
Pairings: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, smut
A/N: inspired by this fanart; personal challenge between chunxo, junsu-hyung, and i ♥.
Summary:
It’s late at night when Yoochun sneaks out of his room. Snuggle inside a large jacket, he carefully made his way over to the room across, each footstep pressing heavily into the dark carpet afraid to make any sounds.
Yunho’s room greets him in a warm scent of cologne and a tingling sensation he can’t describe.
“Yoochun?” a husky whisper calls and he smiles, crawling onto the bed. He makes his way on top of the figure already there, his arms wide and welcoming.
They kiss, slow and desperate as if gratifying more than desire, lust. “I miss you,” Yoochun admits, fingers curling into his lover’s hair.
“I miss you more,” Yunho replies, breath warm against his lips. “Stay a while, Chun,” he hugs the man. His arms gently folds around Yoochun’s slender waist, holding him close to his body, close to his heart.
For a second, Yoochun can feel his heart clench of something between want and can’t have, but he nods anyway. He strokes a few fingers down the dancer’s face, over the light scar a lot of people seemed to have missed. But not Yoochun, he’s known this man in details he can’t even describe, and yet when you ask him to, it comes out like natural instincts.
All the while, Yunho’s hands explore him. First raking down his sides and then under his shirt where the hot skin feels like a burn at the tip of Yunho’s fingers. “Can I?” his eyes consume Yoochun’s while his body aches.
Yoochun replies with a simple nod. His eyes travel down the leader’s body. He removes Yunho’s clothes in the dark, taking time to admire the soft skin and toned muscles. Then gets rid of his own pants quickly.
He attempts to take Yunho without preparation but being the caring leader he is, Yunho stops him. “Slow down baby, we got this, we got time,” he coaxes Yoochun, kneading the shaky thigh in his hand.
“We don’t,” Yoochun argues, “Yunho, mmff…” his voice muffles and is replaced by a low moan. Two of Yunho’s digits were already pushing its way into him, very slow and torturing. He swallows the lump at the base of his throat then let out a heavy sigh. His body curls down to Yunho’s taking in his body heat and smell.
“Please just fuck me,” another jagged breath follows, but Yunho ignores it and continues to scissor into him. After enough time, he helps Yoochun sit up and over his erection. At the first effort to guide his cock in, Yoochun clenches in discomfort.
They haven’t done this in a while. Every time he remembers their distant, it hurts. Yoochun didn’t have to, but he came to him anyway. It reminds Yunho of how fragile he really is beneath all the strong facades. “I- ”
“I want to,” Yoochun cuts in; his voice is low and deep, sinking into Yunho’s pounding heart. There’s something in his eyes again, so dark and intriguing.
Yoochun takes him in, steadily. Shaky moans spilling from his red lips. His eyes squeeze together, Yunho does the same.
They set a sturdy pace, smooth friction drawing both pleasure and pain. Their lips met again, this time more frantic, tongues dancing against each other. Each thrust has Yoochun groaning. Yunho’s aim is so perfect that it hits his soft spot every time he rolls his hips upwards, ripples of pleasure throughout their bodies.
He thumbs Yunho’s taunt nipples, pushing his shirt back while whimpering into their kiss. It’s hot, Yunho feels it in every thrust he makes, Yoochun’s tight walls clenching around him. So good, Gods. He moans slowly, trying to hold back his volume.
Yoochun breaks the kiss and focuses on riding Yunho, faster, and harder. He pants heavily, fingers digging into Yunho’s biceps.
The leader comes first, body twisting deeper into the mattress as he squeezes his hands on Yoochun’s thighs. His seeds spill inside, warm and wet. The younger man gasps and shudders as he feels a spark of heat coiling in his stomach, then he comes too, all over Yunho’s stomach.
After pulling out, Yunho hugs him but Yoochun pulls back mumbling quietly more to himself than the other, “I have to go back, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t even wait for his breathing to even out. Instead, he pulls his clothes back, slapping Yunho’s hand and confused expressions away.
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GAH haven't written smut in such a long time >______< ;; i'm so rusty xD
Pairings: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, smut
A/N: inspired by this fanart; personal challenge between chunxo, junsu-hyung, and i ♥.
Summary:
It’s late at night when Yoochun sneaks out of his room. Snuggle inside a large jacket, he carefully made his way over to the room across, each footstep pressing heavily into the dark carpet afraid to make any sounds.
Yunho’s room greets him in a warm scent of cologne and a tingling sensation he can’t describe.
“Yoochun?” a husky whisper calls and he smiles, crawling onto the bed. He makes his way on top of the figure already there, his arms wide and welcoming.
They kiss, slow and desperate as if gratifying more than desire, lust. “I miss you,” Yoochun admits, fingers curling into his lover’s hair.
“I miss you more,” Yunho replies, breath warm against his lips. “Stay a while, Chun,” he hugs the man. His arms gently folds around Yoochun’s slender waist, holding him close to his body, close to his heart.
For a second, Yoochun can feel his heart clench of something between want and can’t have, but he nods anyway. He strokes a few fingers down the dancer’s face, over the light scar a lot of people seemed to have missed. But not Yoochun, he’s known this man in details he can’t even describe, and yet when you ask him to, it comes out like natural instincts.
All the while, Yunho’s hands explore him. First raking down his sides and then under his shirt where the hot skin feels like a burn at the tip of Yunho’s fingers. “Can I?” his eyes consume Yoochun’s while his body aches.
Yoochun replies with a simple nod. His eyes travel down the leader’s body. He removes Yunho’s clothes in the dark, taking time to admire the soft skin and toned muscles. Then gets rid of his own pants quickly.
He attempts to take Yunho without preparation but being the caring leader he is, Yunho stops him. “Slow down baby, we got this, we got time,” he coaxes Yoochun, kneading the shaky thigh in his hand.
“We don’t,” Yoochun argues, “Yunho, mmff…” his voice muffles and is replaced by a low moan. Two of Yunho’s digits were already pushing its way into him, very slow and torturing. He swallows the lump at the base of his throat then let out a heavy sigh. His body curls down to Yunho’s taking in his body heat and smell.
“Please just fuck me,” another jagged breath follows, but Yunho ignores it and continues to scissor into him. After enough time, he helps Yoochun sit up and over his erection. At the first effort to guide his cock in, Yoochun clenches in discomfort.
They haven’t done this in a while. Every time he remembers their distant, it hurts. Yoochun didn’t have to, but he came to him anyway. It reminds Yunho of how fragile he really is beneath all the strong facades. “I- ”
“I want to,” Yoochun cuts in; his voice is low and deep, sinking into Yunho’s pounding heart. There’s something in his eyes again, so dark and intriguing.
Yoochun takes him in, steadily. Shaky moans spilling from his red lips. His eyes squeeze together, Yunho does the same.
They set a sturdy pace, smooth friction drawing both pleasure and pain. Their lips met again, this time more frantic, tongues dancing against each other. Each thrust has Yoochun groaning. Yunho’s aim is so perfect that it hits his soft spot every time he rolls his hips upwards, ripples of pleasure throughout their bodies.
He thumbs Yunho’s taunt nipples, pushing his shirt back while whimpering into their kiss. It’s hot, Yunho feels it in every thrust he makes, Yoochun’s tight walls clenching around him. So good, Gods. He moans slowly, trying to hold back his volume.
Yoochun breaks the kiss and focuses on riding Yunho, faster, and harder. He pants heavily, fingers digging into Yunho’s biceps.
The leader comes first, body twisting deeper into the mattress as he squeezes his hands on Yoochun’s thighs. His seeds spill inside, warm and wet. The younger man gasps and shudders as he feels a spark of heat coiling in his stomach, then he comes too, all over Yunho’s stomach.
After pulling out, Yunho hugs him but Yoochun pulls back mumbling quietly more to himself than the other, “I have to go back, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t even wait for his breathing to even out. Instead, he pulls his clothes back, slapping Yunho’s hand and confused expressions away.
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GAH haven't written smut in such a long time >______< ;; i'm so rusty xD