The Magician - Smut scene for a Collaboration
Title: The magician
Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu finds himself in the bed of a magician
Notes: Smut scene for a collaboration with a friend. It's her story but I had to write the 'Homo Erotica' Haha. Basically Junsu, your usual businessman forced to take over the family company, stops by the circus to revisit his past. There's a sparkling magician who captures his attention and bewitches his heart.
Junsu sighs as plush lips press to his own. They’re spit-slicked and warm, moving against his mouth in a barely-there kiss. Teasing. Cool fingers slide under his shirt, tickling his sides, ribs, any skin they can find and he’s sure his body isn’t supposed to tingle this much. The magician presses a little closer, one hand tangling into his hair and Junsu swears he feels something in that touch. Junho’s lips press more firmly against his, sucking lightly at his lower lip and Junsu finds himself hungrily grasping at the younger man, wanting the feel of skin-on-skin.
‘Hey, take it easy’ Junho purrs, pulling away from Junsu long enough to lick his lips. Junsu’s eyes follow the movement and he loses himself in kohl-lined eyes that twinkle with mischief. Junho presses his other hand to Junsu’s hair, thick golden fingers rubbing circles into Junsu’s temples. ‘Take a load off your mind’ He kisses Junsu’s forehead and suddenly everything seems clearer. The tension in his back dissipates in gentle waves of pleasure that pulse down his spine, muscles slackening and he wonders if Junho really does hold some kind of magic.
The younger man runs his finger tips up Junsu’s forearms, a trail of glitter brushing the inside of his wrists and comes to a stop as they meet the rolled up sleeves of Junsu’s un-tucked shirt. Armani or something. Junsu watches as he leans forwards, lips brushing his earlobe and his stomach gives an odd little flutter as Junho slides a leg between his. He groans, stifling it with his fist as Junho wiggles against him, too many layers between them and with a burst of energy and a minor shower of sparkles, Junho is on top of him in the tiny space of the bed quarter. Junsu doesn’t remember taking his trousers off.
Junho’s hands slides down the front if his shirt, buttons popping with ease and Junsu sucks in a breath as the cool air hits his chest. ‘Cold?‘ The magician asks despite the Goosebumps, receiving a nod from Junsu in return. Junho nudges forwards a little, hovering just above him now and the heat he radiates drives Junsu half mad. ‘Don’t worry, things will soon heat up’ Junho smirks in the half-light, teeth glinting and Junsu doesn’t doubt him for a moment.
His words prove true only moments later as Junsu finds himself tugging Junho closer, arching up against him. Junho hums against his throat, fingers tracing unknown symbols across his chest. His whole body is on fire and it burns when Junho presses his lips to the pale skin of his stomach. Junho’s fingers push away the white cotton, exposing more skin and his fingers dance above the waistband of his boxers. Junsu gasps, cursing under his breath as his Calvin Klein boxers are roughly yanked down and Junho’s mouth engulfs his cock. So hot, so moist. He moans against his fist as Junho swallows around him, digging his nails into Junsu’s hips to keep him still.
He bobs his head, once, twice and everything goes a little hazy for Junsu. Junho’s lips are sticky around him, one hand straying to scrape through the curls that brush his nose and Junsu lets out a rather pitchy ‘oh!’ as Junho’s hand cups his balls. He tugs at Junho’s hair, gritting his teeth because he’s so close and he won’t last much longer at this rate. ‘Junho, stop -’ He moans, tugging harder at the conjurer’s hair. Junho gives one last suck, hollowing his cheeks before letting Junsu’s cock slip from his mouth with a slick pop. The sound alone is almost enough to make him cum there and then.
He reaches blindly for Junho’s shoulders, hefting the younger man up slightly to crash their lips together. They both hum, Junsu’s fingers sliding over Junho’s bare chest to tease a nipple. He squeezes, twisting ever so slightly and Junho mewls into the kiss, hands grasping at Junsu’s biceps and cock pressing against the older man’s stomach. When did Junho take his pants off? They break the kiss, panting for air and Junho leans forwards to press their foreheads together, noses brushing. His fingers tangle into Junsu’s hair as he steals one more kiss. Junsu chuckles in response, tracing Junho’s lower lip before pressing his finger tips to the seam of his mouth. Junho parts his lips, greedily drawing Junsu’s fingers into his mouth. ‘I don’t think you needed magic’ Junsu hears himself say, a little blurry and distant, in response to Junho’s earlier question.
He pulls his fingers from Junho’s mouth, palm skimming glittering gold skin as his thumb traces a line down the centre of Junho’s torso. Junho trembles beneath his hands like a finely tuned machine, coiled and ready to spring into action. Junsu is spellbound. He slips a finger into Junho, feeling the other boy tense. The hands at his biceps tighten around him and the conjurer lets out a soft moan as Junsu carefully wriggles his finger. He draws out slightly, feeling Junho quickly loosening up and quickly thrusts in two fingers. Junho pitches forwards, burying his face into Junsu’s neck and there’s a sharp pain as his teeth meet the bare skin of Junsu’s collarbone. Junsu tries to hold back the groan that pools in his groin.
Junho rocks back against him only moments later, lips pressing clumsily to the corner of Junsu’s mouth. Junho’s body gets a little tighter, a little more tense and ready to burst with each thrust and he keens in a high pitch when Junsu crooks his fingers, brushing his prostate. Junsu presses his fingers to that spot again, one hand guiding Junho’s arms around his neck and the other squirms against him till their cocks brush and Junsu feels himself twitching.
‘Now’ Junho growls, already pressing himself back onto Junsu’s fingers and the older shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Junho’s forehead. ‘Lube’ Junsu murmurs in reply, low and seductive, now nibbling on Junho’s ear as he crooks his fingers again. Junho’s breath hitches, nails raking against Junsu’s back. He withdraws a hand, fingers curling around Junsu’s cock and he spreads the beading pre-cum with his thumb. His fingers move slow and teasingly around Junsu’s aching member, gentle flicks of his wrist, even as Junsu crooks his fingers against him and they shudder together.
Junho, Junsu thinks, is beautiful in the half light, golden and shimmering in the half-light from the early morning sun creeping through the edges of the black out curtains. He vaguely wonders if Chansung and Taecyeon left to help out in the big tent - more likely raid the breakfast table, but he doesn’t linger on it long because his cock suddenly feels slicker and Junho’s hand returns to his shoulder. ‘I-’ He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a long winded moan as he’s enveloped into the hot, white-heat of Junho’s body.
His whole body thrums as Junho moves against him, slowly at first with his fingers splayed over Junsu’s heart. Junsu thrusts up, hands firm at Junho’s hips and he arches off the bed as Junho grinds down on him a little to hard, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. The heat in the cabin is becoming unbearable, a sheen of sweat forming over their bodies. Junho tosses his head back, revealing the golden column of his throat and Junsu can’t help himself as he sits up to lick a line from shoulder to jaw. Junho quivers. ‘You’re beautiful’ Junsu says, vision a little cloudy as though Junho is under a spotlight on a blacked out stage. It makes the magician chuckle and Junsu barely catches the blush that spreads across his cheeks. ‘So beautiful’ He hisses, nipping at Junho’s Adam’s apple.
He curls his arms around Junho’s waist, pulling the younger flush against him and the angle caused by Junho’s arched back causes him to hit that spot again, over and over. The ceiling is barely inches above their heads and Junho reaches up, fingers scrabbling against the smooth wood. ‘I’m almost-’ He pants, one hand dropping to Junsu’s shoulder and digging into tanned flesh. ‘Me too’ Junsu replies, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He buries his face against Junho’s chest, tongue lapping at some of the collecting sweat as it slides over toned muscle. Junho tugs at his hair and Junsu squeezes him closer in return.
He hits his prostate full on, teeth sinking into Junho’s collar bone and it’s over far too soon. Junho moans, the sound washing over Junsu in colours and sparkles, all rainbows and pastels and cotton candy. It’s too much to take, the tightness of Junho clenching around him and the warmth splashing against his bare stomach. Junho’s breath fans against his neck and Junsu tumbles over the edge with his own yell. Junho’s smouldering eyes and glittering skin being the last thing he sees.
Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu finds himself in the bed of a magician
Notes: Smut scene for a collaboration with a friend. It's her story but I had to write the 'Homo Erotica' Haha. Basically Junsu, your usual businessman forced to take over the family company, stops by the circus to revisit his past. There's a sparkling magician who captures his attention and bewitches his heart.
Junsu sighs as plush lips press to his own. They’re spit-slicked and warm, moving against his mouth in a barely-there kiss. Teasing. Cool fingers slide under his shirt, tickling his sides, ribs, any skin they can find and he’s sure his body isn’t supposed to tingle this much. The magician presses a little closer, one hand tangling into his hair and Junsu swears he feels something in that touch. Junho’s lips press more firmly against his, sucking lightly at his lower lip and Junsu finds himself hungrily grasping at the younger man, wanting the feel of skin-on-skin.
‘Hey, take it easy’ Junho purrs, pulling away from Junsu long enough to lick his lips. Junsu’s eyes follow the movement and he loses himself in kohl-lined eyes that twinkle with mischief. Junho presses his other hand to Junsu’s hair, thick golden fingers rubbing circles into Junsu’s temples. ‘Take a load off your mind’ He kisses Junsu’s forehead and suddenly everything seems clearer. The tension in his back dissipates in gentle waves of pleasure that pulse down his spine, muscles slackening and he wonders if Junho really does hold some kind of magic.
The younger man runs his finger tips up Junsu’s forearms, a trail of glitter brushing the inside of his wrists and comes to a stop as they meet the rolled up sleeves of Junsu’s un-tucked shirt. Armani or something. Junsu watches as he leans forwards, lips brushing his earlobe and his stomach gives an odd little flutter as Junho slides a leg between his. He groans, stifling it with his fist as Junho wiggles against him, too many layers between them and with a burst of energy and a minor shower of sparkles, Junho is on top of him in the tiny space of the bed quarter. Junsu doesn’t remember taking his trousers off.
Junho’s hands slides down the front if his shirt, buttons popping with ease and Junsu sucks in a breath as the cool air hits his chest. ‘Cold?‘ The magician asks despite the Goosebumps, receiving a nod from Junsu in return. Junho nudges forwards a little, hovering just above him now and the heat he radiates drives Junsu half mad. ‘Don’t worry, things will soon heat up’ Junho smirks in the half-light, teeth glinting and Junsu doesn’t doubt him for a moment.
His words prove true only moments later as Junsu finds himself tugging Junho closer, arching up against him. Junho hums against his throat, fingers tracing unknown symbols across his chest. His whole body is on fire and it burns when Junho presses his lips to the pale skin of his stomach. Junho’s fingers push away the white cotton, exposing more skin and his fingers dance above the waistband of his boxers. Junsu gasps, cursing under his breath as his Calvin Klein boxers are roughly yanked down and Junho’s mouth engulfs his cock. So hot, so moist. He moans against his fist as Junho swallows around him, digging his nails into Junsu’s hips to keep him still.
He bobs his head, once, twice and everything goes a little hazy for Junsu. Junho’s lips are sticky around him, one hand straying to scrape through the curls that brush his nose and Junsu lets out a rather pitchy ‘oh!’ as Junho’s hand cups his balls. He tugs at Junho’s hair, gritting his teeth because he’s so close and he won’t last much longer at this rate. ‘Junho, stop -’ He moans, tugging harder at the conjurer’s hair. Junho gives one last suck, hollowing his cheeks before letting Junsu’s cock slip from his mouth with a slick pop. The sound alone is almost enough to make him cum there and then.
He reaches blindly for Junho’s shoulders, hefting the younger man up slightly to crash their lips together. They both hum, Junsu’s fingers sliding over Junho’s bare chest to tease a nipple. He squeezes, twisting ever so slightly and Junho mewls into the kiss, hands grasping at Junsu’s biceps and cock pressing against the older man’s stomach. When did Junho take his pants off? They break the kiss, panting for air and Junho leans forwards to press their foreheads together, noses brushing. His fingers tangle into Junsu’s hair as he steals one more kiss. Junsu chuckles in response, tracing Junho’s lower lip before pressing his finger tips to the seam of his mouth. Junho parts his lips, greedily drawing Junsu’s fingers into his mouth. ‘I don’t think you needed magic’ Junsu hears himself say, a little blurry and distant, in response to Junho’s earlier question.
He pulls his fingers from Junho’s mouth, palm skimming glittering gold skin as his thumb traces a line down the centre of Junho’s torso. Junho trembles beneath his hands like a finely tuned machine, coiled and ready to spring into action. Junsu is spellbound. He slips a finger into Junho, feeling the other boy tense. The hands at his biceps tighten around him and the conjurer lets out a soft moan as Junsu carefully wriggles his finger. He draws out slightly, feeling Junho quickly loosening up and quickly thrusts in two fingers. Junho pitches forwards, burying his face into Junsu’s neck and there’s a sharp pain as his teeth meet the bare skin of Junsu’s collarbone. Junsu tries to hold back the groan that pools in his groin.
Junho rocks back against him only moments later, lips pressing clumsily to the corner of Junsu’s mouth. Junho’s body gets a little tighter, a little more tense and ready to burst with each thrust and he keens in a high pitch when Junsu crooks his fingers, brushing his prostate. Junsu presses his fingers to that spot again, one hand guiding Junho’s arms around his neck and the other squirms against him till their cocks brush and Junsu feels himself twitching.
‘Now’ Junho growls, already pressing himself back onto Junsu’s fingers and the older shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Junho’s forehead. ‘Lube’ Junsu murmurs in reply, low and seductive, now nibbling on Junho’s ear as he crooks his fingers again. Junho’s breath hitches, nails raking against Junsu’s back. He withdraws a hand, fingers curling around Junsu’s cock and he spreads the beading pre-cum with his thumb. His fingers move slow and teasingly around Junsu’s aching member, gentle flicks of his wrist, even as Junsu crooks his fingers against him and they shudder together.
Junho, Junsu thinks, is beautiful in the half light, golden and shimmering in the half-light from the early morning sun creeping through the edges of the black out curtains. He vaguely wonders if Chansung and Taecyeon left to help out in the big tent - more likely raid the breakfast table, but he doesn’t linger on it long because his cock suddenly feels slicker and Junho’s hand returns to his shoulder. ‘I-’ He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a long winded moan as he’s enveloped into the hot, white-heat of Junho’s body.
His whole body thrums as Junho moves against him, slowly at first with his fingers splayed over Junsu’s heart. Junsu thrusts up, hands firm at Junho’s hips and he arches off the bed as Junho grinds down on him a little to hard, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. The heat in the cabin is becoming unbearable, a sheen of sweat forming over their bodies. Junho tosses his head back, revealing the golden column of his throat and Junsu can’t help himself as he sits up to lick a line from shoulder to jaw. Junho quivers. ‘You’re beautiful’ Junsu says, vision a little cloudy as though Junho is under a spotlight on a blacked out stage. It makes the magician chuckle and Junsu barely catches the blush that spreads across his cheeks. ‘So beautiful’ He hisses, nipping at Junho’s Adam’s apple.
He curls his arms around Junho’s waist, pulling the younger flush against him and the angle caused by Junho’s arched back causes him to hit that spot again, over and over. The ceiling is barely inches above their heads and Junho reaches up, fingers scrabbling against the smooth wood. ‘I’m almost-’ He pants, one hand dropping to Junsu’s shoulder and digging into tanned flesh. ‘Me too’ Junsu replies, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He buries his face against Junho’s chest, tongue lapping at some of the collecting sweat as it slides over toned muscle. Junho tugs at his hair and Junsu squeezes him closer in return.
He hits his prostate full on, teeth sinking into Junho’s collar bone and it’s over far too soon. Junho moans, the sound washing over Junsu in colours and sparkles, all rainbows and pastels and cotton candy. It’s too much to take, the tightness of Junho clenching around him and the warmth splashing against his bare stomach. Junho’s breath fans against his neck and Junsu tumbles over the edge with his own yell. Junho’s smouldering eyes and glittering skin being the last thing he sees.