Cold
Pairing - Junbros maybe one more if you read between the lines
Rating- NC-17
Summary - short, smutty, and sweet. Read and enjoy, do let me know if you like.
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Being away from home has always made Junho feel somewhat cold.
On this particular night, like many others, he finds a source of warmth on his neighbor’s bed. MinJun doesn’t question when an arm wraps around his waist, cold feet rubbing against his in search of that heat that he seems to always give out.
Junho’s nose is cold as it runs along the back of MinJun’s neck. His fingers curious as they go under the shirt and to the flat stomach, fingers brushing the small hair right under the belly button. He bites down in the junction between neck and shoulder and Minjun finally responds.
He turns around, sudden and abruptly and pins Junho to the bed, a hand under his shirt, the other searching for his ass. Junho whines but MinJun doesn’t give. He pins him to the mattress, crashes their lips together, growling deep in his throat. MinJun’s kiss is rough, he sucks Junho’s lips until they are red and swollen, his tongue, one of the must skill muscles he possesses, makes quick work of the inside of Junho’s mouth.
He pulls away, Junho panting and no longer cold, watches as MinJun gets on his knees and pulls the nightshirt over his head, biceps tensing as he raises his arms. He can help himself and pounces, one hand on MinJun’s arm, the other caressing his chest. Junho leans in, closer to MinJun’s chest, and takes in the scent. The tip of his tongue finds one nipple and MinJun groans, fisting Junho’s hair. The younger smiles, sucking on the nipple, one hand on MinJun’s lower back, the other down his pants, and MinJun groans, bulks into the touch, and Junho sucks harder.
He finds himself being pushed down, pants and underwear forcefully removed, shirt almost rip, and MinJun’s tongue on his chest, his hands on Junho’s tights spreading them apart.
“Hyung….”
He whines as MinJun’s hand settle under his knees, forcing them up on the air, spread wide apart and oh fuck. There’s something warm and wet on his dick and Junho can’t think, can’t function, can’t fucking breath.
He reaches out, but MinJun forces his hand down, pins it to the pillow, his free hand wraps around the base of Junho’s cock, his thumb spreading the pre-cum, making it nice and slick. He pumps. Once. Twice. A bit faster and Junho moans, throws his head back into the pillow, trashes around, he wants to touch, but MinJun would not let him. He wants more, but MinJun would not give it, so he begs.
“Please hyung…”
“Please what Nuneo?” MinJun runs his tongue over the protruding vein on the underside of his dick, he stops right before he reaches Junho’s sack, teases a little more, then in a sultry voice that drives Junho insane. “Please what Nuneo?”
“Please suck me, ” he hears MinJun smile, butt doesn’t register it. MinJun takes him in, all of him, and Junho’s vision blurs. The tip first, rolling his tongue over the slit, tasting the pre-cum, savoring it, then inch by inch until Junho’s dick hits the back of his throat, and he gags a bit, but quickly relaxes his throat, a prodigy singer that he was, and he’s sucking the life right of out of Junho.
Junho moans and trashes. Tries and fails to restrain his hips from bulking, but is not possible. He’s fucking MinJun’s mouth, hard as the other tries to pin him down, an oh lord that fucking tongue has to be a sin somewhere in the planet.
There’s no warning, just a warm finger pushing into him, and he cries out, grabs at the pillow and bites into it. A second finger follows the first, and Junho’s torn between crying and feeling amazingly good. It hurts, those fingers shouldn’t be in there, but MinJun kisses away any protest he could’ve had.
Junho’s on his back legs wide apart, and MinJun’s on his knees, getting in between them. One hand pumps at his erection, the other continues to stretch Junho who drapes his legs around Minjun’s hips, raising his ass off the mattress.
Junho cries out at the first push, a single tear falls down his eye and a deep throaty groan passes MinJun’s lips. He’s holding back, for Junho’s sake, and tries his best not to move, not to breath, but Junho is too much for him. Junho’s inner muscles tighten around him, sucking him in, driving him to the edge and he had not even had a chance to move yet.
“Junho… fuck… I can’t…” His thrusting, rough and unforgiving and Junho takes it, Minjun’s name on the tip of his tongue, each pelvis thrust sends a jolt down Junho’s back. He can’t see straight, shiny spots make his vision blurry, but he tries to focus. Tries to see MinJun’s face, mouth pressed into a thin line, veins popping on the side of his forehead, sweat dripping down his temple. He catches Junho’s eyes, angles his thrust just an inch to the side and fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Oh god, right there,” he’s on the verge of tears, it just feels too damn good, and he wants to cum so bad, he is close to losing his mind.
Is MinJun that finishes first, with a low groan, and a whisper of Junho’s name. He pulls him flush to him, kisses him roughly, desperately, and pulls out just in time to rub his hard dick with Junho’s, pumping them in unison before releasing, it only takes a few more seconds and Junho’s there.
His body shakes, face buried in MinJun’s neck, arm wrapped around the older male. He feels the warm thick cum sliding down his leg, but he couldn’t care less. MinJun holds him, kisses his temple, his cheek, his nose.
“You still cold Nuneo?” He asked in a sweet voice, reaching for the blankets to clean them both with.
“Not anymore.” Junho responds, following MinJun to his own bed, the only one that is clean, and he settles in MinJun’s arm, feeling content.
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They head to the airport the next morning and MinJun walks ahead.
He stands next to Wooyoung, their hands interlocking, and Wooyoung leans in, resting his head on MinJun’s shoulder.
He doesn’t miss the way MinJun looks at the younger. Nor the amount of affection hidden behind that single glance.
The two look warm.
Suddenly, Junho feels cold.