Untitled [writing]
Title: Untitled
Focus: JaeJoong, YunHo
Word Count: 752
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, mutilated latex
Notes: Written for a class assignment. I had to "eroticize safe sex." xD; I'm tired, shut up.
"Mmm...stop that..."
JaeJoong turns up at YunHo, smiling wryly at the impish smile on the younger boy's face. YunHo's hands are on his hips, but moving lower, and as many times as he reaches to pull them up they wind up back on his thigh again.
"You're such a brat..."
"Are you telling me you don't like it?" YunHo teases, leaning over to press a kiss to JaeJoong's cheek.
JaeJoong turns his head to return the kiss with one of his own. He reaches up to pat YunHo's cheek, but his hand is caught in the other's grip.
"We're all alone," YunHo purrs, leaning down whisper against JaeJoong's ear.
"Pervert," the older boy replies, but the rest of his thoughts are cut off by YunHo's lips against his own, the younger's boy tongue in his mouth. With a moan, he wonders vaguely if YunHo had timed that.
---
JaeJoong isn't really sure where his clothes have gone to, but that's really the least of his concerns at the moment. YunHo's mouth is at his arousal, expertly applying the condom they'd decided to buy only a few nights ago, being in a fairly adventurous mood.
"What flavor's that one?" he gasps softly as YunHo's mouth moves away, his fingers pressing the latex the rest of the way down.
"Strawberry."
Oh, good. They've still got kiwi and banana to go. If he can last that long, anyway.
But YunHo's always been good at stop-and-go. JaeJoong writhes uncomfortably on the couch, fingers twisted in his lover's hair as he tries to get YunHo to move faster, swallow deeper.
"Shit..."
He can almost see YunHo's smirk, even though his eyes are only half open, staring up at the ceiling.
After what seems like hours, but has probably only been minutes, YunHo pulls away and JaeJoong groans with frustration, trying to tug the other's mouth back to where he wants it most. He laughs softly and shifts up, resting the weight of his body against his lover's, holding him firmly to the couch.
Before JaeJoong can protest, just as the younger boy knows he's about to, YunHo's got his hand wrapped around the other's erection, pumping slowly up and down as his mouth works over the smooth skin of JaeJoong's neck.
"Fucking tease," JaeJoong hisses, but YunHo only laughs again, teeth nibbling lower, making a path down to JaeJoong's collarbone. His finger runs a slow, firm path up the vein in JaeJoong's arousal, eliciting whimpers from the older boy.
With JaeJoong twisting around on the couch, mewling soft pleas for him to go on, YunHo finally gets up to finish undressing. His shirt was discarded long ago, but he still needs to be rid of his pants and boxers.
"Ng..." JaeJoong whines, making grabby hands in YunHo's general direction.
Still smirking, YunHo turns around and practically struts into the kitchen, offering JaeJoong a fine view of his behind.
"Ah...are we playing doctor?" JaeJoong teases when YunHo returns, latex glove in hand. Or on it, rather.
"Brat," YunHo mutters, kneeling between the other's legs.
JaeJoong spreads them further, not missing a beat. "I think you need another pair..." The older boy eyes the cut up latex curiously, not understanding how the glove got so horribly mutilated.
"I think this one will do fine," YunHo replies with another smirk, and JaeJoong's mouth forms a perfect little O when he feels the latex slide inside. At least now he knows why all but the thumb were cut off.
---
"Ribbed condoms?" YunHo asks.
JaeJoong looks over his shoulder with a broad-toothed grin. "They're not only for you, you know." He winks and turns back around, hand working over his erection slowly as he listens to the sound of the packet tearing. Licking his lips in anticipation, he's breathes in an expectant breath as YunHo's hands take hold of his hips.
"Damn," the younger boy hisses, thrusting in. Good thing he decided to use plenty of lube.
JaeJoong's beyond the point of profanities at this point, but he's willing to listen to anything and everything YunHo has to say about how tight he is and how much he wants him. Face pressed into the cushions, he still can't manage to muffle the moans that insist on dropping from his lips as YunHo fucks him, moving faster and harder from behind.
"Boo..."
JaeJoong's orgasm triggers YunHo's and neither can really hear what the other is muttering as they collapse into a heap of sweat-slicked limbs on the sofa.
YunHo's hand reaches for JaeJoong's, twisting their fingers together. The older boy leans over to kiss his lover's cheek. Maybe in a couple of minutes they'll worry about cleaning up the mess in the living room.
Focus: JaeJoong, YunHo
Word Count: 752
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, mutilated latex
Notes: Written for a class assignment. I had to "eroticize safe sex." xD; I'm tired, shut up.
"Mmm...stop that..."
JaeJoong turns up at YunHo, smiling wryly at the impish smile on the younger boy's face. YunHo's hands are on his hips, but moving lower, and as many times as he reaches to pull them up they wind up back on his thigh again.
"You're such a brat..."
"Are you telling me you don't like it?" YunHo teases, leaning over to press a kiss to JaeJoong's cheek.
JaeJoong turns his head to return the kiss with one of his own. He reaches up to pat YunHo's cheek, but his hand is caught in the other's grip.
"We're all alone," YunHo purrs, leaning down whisper against JaeJoong's ear.
"Pervert," the older boy replies, but the rest of his thoughts are cut off by YunHo's lips against his own, the younger's boy tongue in his mouth. With a moan, he wonders vaguely if YunHo had timed that.
---
JaeJoong isn't really sure where his clothes have gone to, but that's really the least of his concerns at the moment. YunHo's mouth is at his arousal, expertly applying the condom they'd decided to buy only a few nights ago, being in a fairly adventurous mood.
"What flavor's that one?" he gasps softly as YunHo's mouth moves away, his fingers pressing the latex the rest of the way down.
"Strawberry."
Oh, good. They've still got kiwi and banana to go. If he can last that long, anyway.
But YunHo's always been good at stop-and-go. JaeJoong writhes uncomfortably on the couch, fingers twisted in his lover's hair as he tries to get YunHo to move faster, swallow deeper.
"Shit..."
He can almost see YunHo's smirk, even though his eyes are only half open, staring up at the ceiling.
After what seems like hours, but has probably only been minutes, YunHo pulls away and JaeJoong groans with frustration, trying to tug the other's mouth back to where he wants it most. He laughs softly and shifts up, resting the weight of his body against his lover's, holding him firmly to the couch.
Before JaeJoong can protest, just as the younger boy knows he's about to, YunHo's got his hand wrapped around the other's erection, pumping slowly up and down as his mouth works over the smooth skin of JaeJoong's neck.
"Fucking tease," JaeJoong hisses, but YunHo only laughs again, teeth nibbling lower, making a path down to JaeJoong's collarbone. His finger runs a slow, firm path up the vein in JaeJoong's arousal, eliciting whimpers from the older boy.
With JaeJoong twisting around on the couch, mewling soft pleas for him to go on, YunHo finally gets up to finish undressing. His shirt was discarded long ago, but he still needs to be rid of his pants and boxers.
"Ng..." JaeJoong whines, making grabby hands in YunHo's general direction.
Still smirking, YunHo turns around and practically struts into the kitchen, offering JaeJoong a fine view of his behind.
"Ah...are we playing doctor?" JaeJoong teases when YunHo returns, latex glove in hand. Or on it, rather.
"Brat," YunHo mutters, kneeling between the other's legs.
JaeJoong spreads them further, not missing a beat. "I think you need another pair..." The older boy eyes the cut up latex curiously, not understanding how the glove got so horribly mutilated.
"I think this one will do fine," YunHo replies with another smirk, and JaeJoong's mouth forms a perfect little O when he feels the latex slide inside. At least now he knows why all but the thumb were cut off.
---
"Ribbed condoms?" YunHo asks.
JaeJoong looks over his shoulder with a broad-toothed grin. "They're not only for you, you know." He winks and turns back around, hand working over his erection slowly as he listens to the sound of the packet tearing. Licking his lips in anticipation, he's breathes in an expectant breath as YunHo's hands take hold of his hips.
"Damn," the younger boy hisses, thrusting in. Good thing he decided to use plenty of lube.
JaeJoong's beyond the point of profanities at this point, but he's willing to listen to anything and everything YunHo has to say about how tight he is and how much he wants him. Face pressed into the cushions, he still can't manage to muffle the moans that insist on dropping from his lips as YunHo fucks him, moving faster and harder from behind.
"Boo..."
JaeJoong's orgasm triggers YunHo's and neither can really hear what the other is muttering as they collapse into a heap of sweat-slicked limbs on the sofa.
YunHo's hand reaches for JaeJoong's, twisting their fingers together. The older boy leans over to kiss his lover's cheek. Maybe in a couple of minutes they'll worry about cleaning up the mess in the living room.