Taecyeon/Junsu, Souvenir
Title: Souvenir
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,053
Notes: Taecyeon returns from filming in Japan and bribes him with a souvenir. It's not his fault Junsu can be materialistic.
"Come on, Junsu. Put on your souvenir!"
"You can't be serious!"
"I'm completely serious. Put it on. Put it on now!" Taecyeon demands like a petulant child, greedy fingers pulling at one of Junsu's expensive designer kicks, the pair he'd picked up for him at Shibuya. He knows the other will fight him over the shoes if he's pressed to, and Taecyeon uses the other's blind love for fashion to his advantage, yanking at the loud neon sneakers until they're slipping off his feet. Junsu shrieks like he expects as the shoes are tossed carelessly over Taec's shoulders. He isn't the least bit surprised when the other nearly dives for his precious pair of Supra sneakers from over the edge of the bed, and it's the perfect opportunity to trap Junsu's hips between the mattress and his own, thumbs pressing into the waistband to his jeans and drawing over the slight hint of skin there.
"You aren't getting away. Stay." Taecyeon orders, already tugging at the material, using the belt loops to tug the already low pants even further down.
"You're delusional--crazy. I will not, do you hear? I will not!" Junsu fights back with a sharp tone, squirming beneath his strong palms in an effort to get away. He knows that it's futile since it's easy for the other to control him, and he knows that Taecyeon knows it. He abuses that in bed whenever possible. Bastard.
"You promised! If I bought you the shoes, you would wear it. Now put it on."
"No, make Jessica wear it." Junsu quips back, pouting as he tries to wiggle away from the adamant hold, his legs kicking at the other. It isn't much in the way of self-defense or even offense as Taecyeon's answer is to tug a pant leg up, his fingers drawing up along his ankle to the sensitive inside of his knee, before he's finally ridding Junsu of his skinny jeans with a little difficulty. They're like a chastity belt when it comes to sex, as far as Taecyeon's concerned.
"I told you I wasn't dating her, didn't I? How many times are you going to throw that back at me? Quit changing the subject and put it on for me." Taecyeon demands as he flips the other over effortlessly, tone almost whining now. Junsu doesn't want to relent in the slightest, but it's difficult, with the furrowed eyebrows and kicked puppy expression the other adopts--and much less with the pair of warm hands drawing up the inside of thighs. He wants to deny him, but he can't help rocking up into his palms, and he can't help the shiver.
It wouldn't hurt to humor him. Taecyeon had said his body was made for it, hadn't he?
"Fine." He says with a sweep of his hands, pushing the other aside as he reaches for the plastic casing holding the costume as it lay on Taecyeon's messy dresser. He really would have to tidy the other's room when he was occupied with filming. He lives like a complete frat boy.
It's definitely one of Taecyeon's picks--short and fitted, but ruffled to hell. The hem barely reaches past his thighs, and aside from the slight hint of pale skin that the petticoat doesn't cover, the black thigh highs compensate pretty well. Junsu doesn't want to admit it, but his legs look pretty damn good in the black, slimming stockings. He thinks the other might've picked that particular ensemble on purpose, specifically because it shows his collarbones.
Probably because it has a zipper, too, he muses as he tugs at the hem of his skirt, oblivious.
"Cute." Junsu hears a second later, before arms are forcing the other back against a broad chest, fingers already reaching to bunch the hem of the skirt up, fingertips tracing affectionately along the edge of his thigh highs. He had told the other to leave the room for at least five minutes so it didn't take away the element of surprise, but he'd only counted two. Two minutes. "You're adorable. Let me see."
"I told you to wa--Taecyeon, wait." Teeth are on his ear with a hint of tongue, and his wrists are promptly being pinned to the wall opposite of them. He knows he likes his wrists, he's told him--they're thin and easy to pin against the mattress, fitting effortlessly between the secure hold of only one of Taecyeon's hands. Maybe it's the maid uniform, but the way his fingers force his wrists into the wall is a little more desperate than usual, a little hungry.
"No, let me fuck you like this." He breathes, his free palm drawing down the black fabric of the costume, until it's sneaking beneath the petticoat and it's brushing past the elastic band of the pink pair panties, the one part Junsu was truly hesitant about wearing. He expected the other to laugh and poke fun, but his boyfriend's hand shakes from excitement as it withdraws and presses against his lower stomach, as if he's pacing himself.
"Please." He says over a quiet moan, hips riding back against Taecyeon's when a hand grips steadily over his lower back now. He can't stand being teased.
The slight begging is enough, he thinks, because Taecyeon snaps and his hands bunch over the ruffles in a bid to rid him of the panties, fingers of one hand pressing eager white prints into his skin. "Fuck, Junsu. You're perfect. Feel that?" And he can, because Taecyeon's pressing hard against the curve of his ass, a little needy for friction, but reluctant to undress him just yet. "I can't.. you have to wear it again." His boyfriend says a little incoherently, finally finding the will to shove him in the direction of the bed.
"Oppa, I need you." Junsu starts just for fun, tone teasing and lyrical as he finishes the sentence in practiced English. He doesn't expect the reaction he gets, though--Taecyeon gets rough, the skirt to the one-piece maid's uniform shoved up to expose his thin stomach and thighs.
"You're driving me crazy. You deserve everything you get." Taecyeon says heatedly, lips finding the closest spot, the one where his pulse beats, so he can suck pressure over it, hoping to leave a mark. Something as small as that makes him shiver, and it's worse when the other's mouth falls lower, teeth grazing along the sensitive peak of a nipple, biting.
"N-not fair.." Junsu manages, stomach sinking as the warmth of his mouth trails lower, body jerking the slightest when his boyfriend's tongue is teasing along the sensitive tip of his cock, dipping into the slit for a brief, fleeting second before he's pulling away completely. Taecyeon presses wet, biting kisses to the inside of his thigh to sate him for the time being, but it isn't enough to calm the heat and excitement pooling in his stomach.
"Would ask for you to suck me off, but.." Taecyeon trails off, just as strong hands go about turning the other over, still gentle in their touch. "You in that maid outfit--already close to coming." The words are short and tense, as he's already occupied with pushing his own pants and boxers off, hands fumbling for the oil he'd shoved under a pillow somewhere. He finds it, thankfully, and doesn't waste time with manual prep--he would just do it and ask forgiveness for it later. The most Junsu would do is steal room in his closet as penalty. Or deny him sex, but that was doubtful. Incredibly doubtful, Taecyeon tells himself as he presses inside, his palm finding purchase in the erotic curve of his boyfriend's slender back. It always makes the first few shallow, experimental thrusts that much easier.
"Fuck." Junsu whimpers, leaning forward on his elbows for support as the other's palm fits over his hips, pulling them a little higher so he can rest against Taecyeon's lap as he adjusts. The pain is there, and sharp and burning at that, but he doesn't have long to dwell on it because soon there's a sharp, pleasurable slap to the curve of his ass. It isn't long before his nerves are gone, and any resistance from his body with that. "Hah.. Taecyeon." Junsu says dizzily, as he rocks back into the clumsy rhythm, this thighs quivering with sensation, bangs mussing into the pillow below.
"You like it, right? Like this?" He can hear the slight laughter in Taecyeon's voice as it drops into a low moan when he's canting his hips forward, pushing into his warmth with an agonizing pace. Junsu can't help the slight arch of his back or the loud sob of air following that, his fingers tugging into the sheets below. "So cute. I could watch you like this forever." It's really unfair, how eloquent Taec is during sex, but maybe it's the host in him. He doesn't care, though, as long as he doesn't stop.
"Oppa, fuck me." He begs, hoping it might snap something in him again, and it does, almost like a trigger. Taecyeon grips hard at a thigh, the other hand pinning his wrist to the small of his back so he can have better leverage when he's shoving Junsu into the mattress, hips rocking impatiently into his heat as he strains to kiss him, his own slender fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking along the sensitive skin, his fist giving a squeeze.
"You're the one I want, no one else." Taecyeon chokes out over a moan, punctuating that with another sharp thrust inside--he doesn't part just yet, only giving another push of his hips, brushing deeper to try and hit that spot. He knows he's found it when the other's toes curl into the bed and he makes a high-pitched noise, that note he's usually only capable of after hours of vocal practice. It only drives him further, a little mad, he thinks, because his fingers are close to bruising with how hard they press into Junsu's soft skin, hand collecting into the hem of his dress so he can force it higher, so he can get a better view of his cock as it presses easily past the ring of tight muscle. He regrets not taking pictures for the occasion.
"Cyeon, so close." He pants, words loud and needy in the silence of the room as he rocks back a little desperately, harder now, his fingers gripping at both his dress and the clean white sheets. Distantly, he wonders if the other's can hear their noises, the bed rocking, the sound of skin. The smallest things can set him off, though, and it's the trace of teeth at his earlobe drawing along his piercing, and the press of Taecyeon's nail against the tip of his arousal that makes him cry out when he reaches that point, whole body tensing and arching into the other's secure hold when he comes hard. He's sure he can feel himself shaking, and the goosebumps, the feeling overriding his senses.
"Baby.." Without warning he's turning Junsu over so he can see him, and he's coaxing his legs over his shoulders, kiss all teeth and tongue as gives a few weak, but sharp thrusts inside before he's finally losing it, coming with a strangled shout of Junsu's name, the words hardly muffled. His fingers tug roughly into the other's stockings, nearly yanking them down as he rides his orgasm out.
The maid outfit gets really old a second later, when he finds himself too hot to be bothered to wear it anymore, and he finds himself acting petulant as he tugs it off, tossing the dirtied costume onto the floor in a Taec-like manner. He realizes he's rubbing off on him.
"Mm.. can we do it again in ten minutes?" Taec asks with a happy purr, eyes lidded and face pressed into his pillow as he enjoys the slight high of his orgasm. Contrary to popular belief, Taecyeon doesn't always fall asleep after sex.
"Let me check twitter really fast. Chance said he had an idea for a song earlier.." Junsu replies, finally ridding himself of the last article of clothing before he's reaching for his phone.
"Tweet about how my souvenirs are the best and I'll get you a nurse uniform."
"You can't be serious. I'm not wearing a nurse uniform, Taecyeon!"
OTL unedited... forgive me.. i need sleep.
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,053
Notes: Taecyeon returns from filming in Japan and bribes him with a souvenir. It's not his fault Junsu can be materialistic.
"Come on, Junsu. Put on your souvenir!"
"You can't be serious!"
"I'm completely serious. Put it on. Put it on now!" Taecyeon demands like a petulant child, greedy fingers pulling at one of Junsu's expensive designer kicks, the pair he'd picked up for him at Shibuya. He knows the other will fight him over the shoes if he's pressed to, and Taecyeon uses the other's blind love for fashion to his advantage, yanking at the loud neon sneakers until they're slipping off his feet. Junsu shrieks like he expects as the shoes are tossed carelessly over Taec's shoulders. He isn't the least bit surprised when the other nearly dives for his precious pair of Supra sneakers from over the edge of the bed, and it's the perfect opportunity to trap Junsu's hips between the mattress and his own, thumbs pressing into the waistband to his jeans and drawing over the slight hint of skin there.
"You aren't getting away. Stay." Taecyeon orders, already tugging at the material, using the belt loops to tug the already low pants even further down.
"You're delusional--crazy. I will not, do you hear? I will not!" Junsu fights back with a sharp tone, squirming beneath his strong palms in an effort to get away. He knows that it's futile since it's easy for the other to control him, and he knows that Taecyeon knows it. He abuses that in bed whenever possible. Bastard.
"You promised! If I bought you the shoes, you would wear it. Now put it on."
"No, make Jessica wear it." Junsu quips back, pouting as he tries to wiggle away from the adamant hold, his legs kicking at the other. It isn't much in the way of self-defense or even offense as Taecyeon's answer is to tug a pant leg up, his fingers drawing up along his ankle to the sensitive inside of his knee, before he's finally ridding Junsu of his skinny jeans with a little difficulty. They're like a chastity belt when it comes to sex, as far as Taecyeon's concerned.
"I told you I wasn't dating her, didn't I? How many times are you going to throw that back at me? Quit changing the subject and put it on for me." Taecyeon demands as he flips the other over effortlessly, tone almost whining now. Junsu doesn't want to relent in the slightest, but it's difficult, with the furrowed eyebrows and kicked puppy expression the other adopts--and much less with the pair of warm hands drawing up the inside of thighs. He wants to deny him, but he can't help rocking up into his palms, and he can't help the shiver.
It wouldn't hurt to humor him. Taecyeon had said his body was made for it, hadn't he?
"Fine." He says with a sweep of his hands, pushing the other aside as he reaches for the plastic casing holding the costume as it lay on Taecyeon's messy dresser. He really would have to tidy the other's room when he was occupied with filming. He lives like a complete frat boy.
It's definitely one of Taecyeon's picks--short and fitted, but ruffled to hell. The hem barely reaches past his thighs, and aside from the slight hint of pale skin that the petticoat doesn't cover, the black thigh highs compensate pretty well. Junsu doesn't want to admit it, but his legs look pretty damn good in the black, slimming stockings. He thinks the other might've picked that particular ensemble on purpose, specifically because it shows his collarbones.
Probably because it has a zipper, too, he muses as he tugs at the hem of his skirt, oblivious.
"Cute." Junsu hears a second later, before arms are forcing the other back against a broad chest, fingers already reaching to bunch the hem of the skirt up, fingertips tracing affectionately along the edge of his thigh highs. He had told the other to leave the room for at least five minutes so it didn't take away the element of surprise, but he'd only counted two. Two minutes. "You're adorable. Let me see."
"I told you to wa--Taecyeon, wait." Teeth are on his ear with a hint of tongue, and his wrists are promptly being pinned to the wall opposite of them. He knows he likes his wrists, he's told him--they're thin and easy to pin against the mattress, fitting effortlessly between the secure hold of only one of Taecyeon's hands. Maybe it's the maid uniform, but the way his fingers force his wrists into the wall is a little more desperate than usual, a little hungry.
"No, let me fuck you like this." He breathes, his free palm drawing down the black fabric of the costume, until it's sneaking beneath the petticoat and it's brushing past the elastic band of the pink pair panties, the one part Junsu was truly hesitant about wearing. He expected the other to laugh and poke fun, but his boyfriend's hand shakes from excitement as it withdraws and presses against his lower stomach, as if he's pacing himself.
"Please." He says over a quiet moan, hips riding back against Taecyeon's when a hand grips steadily over his lower back now. He can't stand being teased.
The slight begging is enough, he thinks, because Taecyeon snaps and his hands bunch over the ruffles in a bid to rid him of the panties, fingers of one hand pressing eager white prints into his skin. "Fuck, Junsu. You're perfect. Feel that?" And he can, because Taecyeon's pressing hard against the curve of his ass, a little needy for friction, but reluctant to undress him just yet. "I can't.. you have to wear it again." His boyfriend says a little incoherently, finally finding the will to shove him in the direction of the bed.
"Oppa, I need you." Junsu starts just for fun, tone teasing and lyrical as he finishes the sentence in practiced English. He doesn't expect the reaction he gets, though--Taecyeon gets rough, the skirt to the one-piece maid's uniform shoved up to expose his thin stomach and thighs.
"You're driving me crazy. You deserve everything you get." Taecyeon says heatedly, lips finding the closest spot, the one where his pulse beats, so he can suck pressure over it, hoping to leave a mark. Something as small as that makes him shiver, and it's worse when the other's mouth falls lower, teeth grazing along the sensitive peak of a nipple, biting.
"N-not fair.." Junsu manages, stomach sinking as the warmth of his mouth trails lower, body jerking the slightest when his boyfriend's tongue is teasing along the sensitive tip of his cock, dipping into the slit for a brief, fleeting second before he's pulling away completely. Taecyeon presses wet, biting kisses to the inside of his thigh to sate him for the time being, but it isn't enough to calm the heat and excitement pooling in his stomach.
"Would ask for you to suck me off, but.." Taecyeon trails off, just as strong hands go about turning the other over, still gentle in their touch. "You in that maid outfit--already close to coming." The words are short and tense, as he's already occupied with pushing his own pants and boxers off, hands fumbling for the oil he'd shoved under a pillow somewhere. He finds it, thankfully, and doesn't waste time with manual prep--he would just do it and ask forgiveness for it later. The most Junsu would do is steal room in his closet as penalty. Or deny him sex, but that was doubtful. Incredibly doubtful, Taecyeon tells himself as he presses inside, his palm finding purchase in the erotic curve of his boyfriend's slender back. It always makes the first few shallow, experimental thrusts that much easier.
"Fuck." Junsu whimpers, leaning forward on his elbows for support as the other's palm fits over his hips, pulling them a little higher so he can rest against Taecyeon's lap as he adjusts. The pain is there, and sharp and burning at that, but he doesn't have long to dwell on it because soon there's a sharp, pleasurable slap to the curve of his ass. It isn't long before his nerves are gone, and any resistance from his body with that. "Hah.. Taecyeon." Junsu says dizzily, as he rocks back into the clumsy rhythm, this thighs quivering with sensation, bangs mussing into the pillow below.
"You like it, right? Like this?" He can hear the slight laughter in Taecyeon's voice as it drops into a low moan when he's canting his hips forward, pushing into his warmth with an agonizing pace. Junsu can't help the slight arch of his back or the loud sob of air following that, his fingers tugging into the sheets below. "So cute. I could watch you like this forever." It's really unfair, how eloquent Taec is during sex, but maybe it's the host in him. He doesn't care, though, as long as he doesn't stop.
"Oppa, fuck me." He begs, hoping it might snap something in him again, and it does, almost like a trigger. Taecyeon grips hard at a thigh, the other hand pinning his wrist to the small of his back so he can have better leverage when he's shoving Junsu into the mattress, hips rocking impatiently into his heat as he strains to kiss him, his own slender fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking along the sensitive skin, his fist giving a squeeze.
"You're the one I want, no one else." Taecyeon chokes out over a moan, punctuating that with another sharp thrust inside--he doesn't part just yet, only giving another push of his hips, brushing deeper to try and hit that spot. He knows he's found it when the other's toes curl into the bed and he makes a high-pitched noise, that note he's usually only capable of after hours of vocal practice. It only drives him further, a little mad, he thinks, because his fingers are close to bruising with how hard they press into Junsu's soft skin, hand collecting into the hem of his dress so he can force it higher, so he can get a better view of his cock as it presses easily past the ring of tight muscle. He regrets not taking pictures for the occasion.
"Cyeon, so close." He pants, words loud and needy in the silence of the room as he rocks back a little desperately, harder now, his fingers gripping at both his dress and the clean white sheets. Distantly, he wonders if the other's can hear their noises, the bed rocking, the sound of skin. The smallest things can set him off, though, and it's the trace of teeth at his earlobe drawing along his piercing, and the press of Taecyeon's nail against the tip of his arousal that makes him cry out when he reaches that point, whole body tensing and arching into the other's secure hold when he comes hard. He's sure he can feel himself shaking, and the goosebumps, the feeling overriding his senses.
"Baby.." Without warning he's turning Junsu over so he can see him, and he's coaxing his legs over his shoulders, kiss all teeth and tongue as gives a few weak, but sharp thrusts inside before he's finally losing it, coming with a strangled shout of Junsu's name, the words hardly muffled. His fingers tug roughly into the other's stockings, nearly yanking them down as he rides his orgasm out.
The maid outfit gets really old a second later, when he finds himself too hot to be bothered to wear it anymore, and he finds himself acting petulant as he tugs it off, tossing the dirtied costume onto the floor in a Taec-like manner. He realizes he's rubbing off on him.
"Mm.. can we do it again in ten minutes?" Taec asks with a happy purr, eyes lidded and face pressed into his pillow as he enjoys the slight high of his orgasm. Contrary to popular belief, Taecyeon doesn't always fall asleep after sex.
"Let me check twitter really fast. Chance said he had an idea for a song earlier.." Junsu replies, finally ridding himself of the last article of clothing before he's reaching for his phone.
"Tweet about how my souvenirs are the best and I'll get you a nurse uniform."
"You can't be serious. I'm not wearing a nurse uniform, Taecyeon!"
OTL unedited... forgive me.. i need sleep.