Brotherly Love [Chapter Five]
Title: Brotherly Love: [Chapter Five]
Rating: NC-17 [THE LONG AWAITED SMUT HAS ARRIVED~ 8D]
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KangTeuk [INCEST warning]
Summary: Youngwoon didn't realize it was wrong to love his brother so much…When he did, he was in too deep to stop…
Genre: Romance/Angst/SMUT
Disclaimer: If I owned Super Junior, they would all be my sex slaves SEX SLAVES. <3 Teukie and I would also be married and we would have beautiful angelchildz. <33 ;D
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After school, Jungsu made extreme efforts to avoid Youngwoon again. Where he'd normally be home by six from his part-time job, he wasn't back home until nine that night - leaving Youngwoon with three hours of debating how to approach the issue with his brother and finally confess to him.
When Jungsu finally slipped through the front door, he made careful to be quiet. He placed his shoes gently on the floor and made his way upstairs. By the time he reached the bedroom door, his palms were sweaty and his knees were weak. He'd been thinking about what transpired earlier today for the last five hours during his job - he even messed up a few orders and spilled the coffee on his apron once due to his distraction. Luckily, the manager didn't force him to go home when he was clearly reluctant to do so.
Jungsu had thought very hard about what his relationship was with Youngwoon. They were brothers, of course. But, why did Heechul send that text about Youngwoon 'liking' Jungsu? Why did Jungsu find himself blushing whenever Youngwoon laughed or when he stared at his brother for a little too long? Why did Youngwoon kiss him?
Why did Jungsu enjoy it?
It was all simple to Jungsu. He was misunderstanding Youngwoon's behaviors and actions because he, himself was giving them unnecessary meanings. When Youngwoon would pull his body close and hug him tightly, that was simply brotherly affection. Jungsu misconstrued it as something more simply because he was attracted to men. It must've been when Jungsu confessed to Youngwoon that he liked men - that was when he started these feelings. Obviously, he panicked and didn't want to be isolated from Youngwoon. Instead, he forced his own sexual preferences onto his brother. It was completely logical that he was the one at fault - therefore, he should be the one to apologize.
When Jungsu opened the door to their bedroom, he was met with a familiar scene. Youngwoon was, as Jungsu had found him a few days ago, staring at the ceiling in deep thought once again. However, at the sound of the doorknob turning and the door closing behind Jungsu, Youngwoon's head snapped up and his eyes rested upon the figure by the doorway.
Jungsu felt small and weak under Youngwoon's intense gaze. He flitted to the edge of his own bed; twiddling his thumbs and hiding his face behind his bangs as he sat down.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu began slowly. "I'm so sorry for what I've done to you. Can we just put this past us and go back to the way we used to be?"
Youngwoon was shocked. He was supposed to be the one apologizing to Jungsu, not the opposite. His brows furrowed in confusion as he scrutinized whatever he could of Jungsu's face. He saw the elder's lip quivering as he spoke; his nerves jittery and eyes darting. The younger gulped down the tight knot in his throat and ran his tongue across his dry lips to wet them subconsciously. The tense atmosphere was too much for both of them to handle and, before Youngwoon could apologize himself, Jungsu spoke once more.
"I…I'm sorry for confusing you…and making you k-kiss me. I know that was just your fever - you weren't in your right mindset, so…I understand…You don't even have to apologize. I just wanted to let you know…"
Jungsu blinked away the oncoming tears and stood up to leave the room. Youngwoon, still frozen in disbelief, could only reach out his arm to grab the other's wrist. At the touch, Jungsu flinched and stared at his brother with wide eyes. He felt a nauseous panic rising within him at previous memories and attempted to yank his arm out of the other's grip. Youngwoon, in response, only grabbed tighter onto the bony wrist. A low growl was pushed out from between his lips - effectively silencing Jungsu's whimpers of protest and ending his struggling.
Once Jungsu had sat back down onto the bed, Youngwoon finally had a chance to talk. His grip on Jungsu's wrist dissipated as he spoke, the words bearing a harsh truth that pained Jungsu more than Youngwoon's physical touches.
"Stop running from me! That's all you ever do and I'm sick and tired of it! I like you, Jungsu! Hell, no I don't…I fucking love you! I don't get why, but you make me feel so… so damn good about myself. When I'm with you, I feel so happy and when you avoid me I just…I really want to cry. But, I don't understand you sometimes…You're so damn complex and you hide everything from me! And I wasn't fucking delirious when I kissed you…I was fully aware of what I was doing and I'd gladly do it again! I just…Damn it!"
Youngwoon ran his fingers through his short hair before resting his face in his palms. He was so frustrated and Jungsu didn't even understand that it was his fault! It was Jungsu's fault for acting so sexy and making Youngwoon want him - not just his body, but his heart as well.
Jungsu's immediate reaction to Youngwoon's confession was crying. He felt so happy, so goddamn happy that the person he loved felt the same way. But, at the same time, he was saddened - depressed that this was his brother and that they could never be together in society's eyes. He wiped his teary eyes roughly with the back of his hands and looked Youngwoon in the face once more.
"Youngwoon…You don't know what you're saying…We could never be a 'couple'…We could never so anything together…it's-it's not right."
Youngwoon was only further annoyed at his brother's response and felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt his voice rising slightly - although not loud enough to grab the attention of his parents downstairs.
"Shit, Jungsu! I don't care what other people think and you shouldn't either! I fucking love you! I love you so much it hurts! Just stop thinking for once in your life and act on feelings, will you?"
Jungsu stopped his crying and blinked a few times before looking deep into Youngwoon's determined, confident gaze. His hand innately moved to wipe the tear streaks from his younger brother's cheeks. He had rarely seen Youngwoon cry before and, to tell the truth, he never liked it. His heart was pained whenever he saw those perfect cheekbones stained with such an upsetting emotion.
In response to his brother's touch, Youngwoon leaned into the comforting hold of the other. He enveloped the smaller, more fragile, hands with his own and brought them down near his lap. He entwined the fingers together and watched as Jungsu's slender fingers curled around his own. They fit so perfectly together - as if they were meant to be. He looked into Jungsu's eyes one final time and brushed away the bangs from his forehead. Youngwoon slowly leaned in closer to him and Jungsu felt his eyelids flutter close; his eyelashes sticking to his wet skin.
At first the kiss was tentative; their lips unsure of how they were supposed to press against one another and the strength of which to do it. However, with time it became more natural - their lips mirroring their fingers and locking like puzzle pieces. They kissed smoothly; mouths molding together gently and tongues lazily gliding against each other. There was no need to rush things, after all. The passion between them built slowly until the two were forced to separate for a few brief moments to gasp from lack of air.
Jungsu's eyes fluttered open. They were glazed over with a growing sense of intoxicating lust - immediately drawing Youngwoon's attention. The younger felt his heart pounding through his body; it was beating impossibly fast like an adrenaline rush. Was it possible to be high on love? If so, that was most definitely what he was feeling right now.
Youngwoon cupped Jungsu's cheek and nibbled gently on the elder's bottom lip. He tugged it between his teeth sensually and pressed kisses to the side of Jungsu's mouth - dipping his tongue in the depression made by Jungsu's dimple.
Once his brother's lips were coated with saliva and swollen red from their constant abuse, Youngwoon progressed further. He softly pulled the skin of Jungsu's earlobe with his teeth and sucked on it briefly before kissing along the other's jaw line. His tongue flicked out occasionally as he moved, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down Jungsu's neck and throat. The elder moaned with impatience and desire as his brother teased him with feather-light touches and butterfly kisses.
Youngwoon pushed Jungsu's body softly onto the bed behind him and straddled the other's waist. He rubbed his hands up and down Jungsu's sides as he mouthed at his brother's collarbone - only hidden partially by the other's work shirt. He sucked on a small portion of skin roughly before biting it; leaving a beautiful bruise and hickey on Jungsu's flawless skin.
Jungsu cried out in pain at his brother's actions, but moaned softly as Youngwoon gingerly licked and sucked on the fresh wound. He peered at Youngwoon from a half-lidded gaze and gripped the bed sheets impatiently with his hands. He wanted Youngwoon badly.
Youngwoon, however, had other plans of taking it slow. He unbuttoned Jungsu's shirt and helped to slide it down his shoulders partially - leaving it on, but giving the younger a glorious view of Jungsu's upper body. Youngwoon immediately began to suck on one of Jungsu's nipples, the other being tugged and massaged by one of his hands. Jungsu's back arched as he cried out in pleasure at Youngwoon ministrations. Every time that Youngwoon swirled his tongue around one of Jungsu's nipples or pulled at it gently with his teeth, Jungsu felt a growing desire mounting quickly in his boxers.
It didn't take Youngwoon to figure this out. He felt a hardness probing his inner thigh and looked down only to find a bulge sticking out from underneath his brother's slacks. He smirked at the visual and ran his hand along the confined length to receive a breathy, drawn-out moan from the man beneath him. Youngwoon laughed softly and pressed his lips to Jungsu's ear.
"A little impatient," he breathed huskily. "Aren't we?"
Jungsu couldn't even think straight any more. His mind was so clouded with lust that all he wanted was a form of release. He panted and stared into Youngwoon's snarky gaze before rubbing his crotch harshly against his brother's for some friction.
Youngwoon was taken aback and gasped in pleasure, his own length quickly hardening at the contact. He restrained Jungsu's hips against the bed with his hands, however, and teasingly traced lines with his tongue down Jungsu's abdominal muscles in order to draw more moans from the pretty lips he so desperately pictured wrapped around his length.
He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Jungsu's work slacks, stripping them off of his legs and tossing them onto Youngwoon's bed next to them. He paused and noted the state his brother was in - partially clothed, breathing heavily, and wantonly bucking his hips for any attempt at physical contact. Youngwoon clicked his tongue in dismay and stared at the slowly growing wet spot on the front of Jungsu's boxers. He bent down and breathed on the area - his hot breath feeling like heaven on Jungsu's erection and making him groan for more attention. Youngwoon mouthed at the spot for a few moments before pulling off his tank top and jeans - tossing them both onto the bed beside him as well.
Jungsu's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at the sight presented to him. Youngwoon's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat - deliciously outlining his muscles and contouring what Jungsu really wanted inside of him right now.
Youngwoon smiled and slowly pulled down his brother's boxers, freeing the other's erection willfully. Jungsu hissed as it came in contact with the icy-cold air and instinctively reached downwards with a hand so as to stroke his throbbing need. Yet, his hand was restrained almost immediately by Youngwoon's own. Jungsu's eyes opened wider at this realization and he protested with his body, struggling to start masturbating. He needed to touch himself.
"Young-Youngwoon… Let me… a-ah! Please!"
Youngwoon shook his head and smirked, his head dangerously close to Jungsu's arousal. He rubbed his cheek against it teasingly before tentatively dipping his tongue into Jungsu's sensitive slit. The elder gasped and arched his back as he finally got what he wanted. Youngwoon twirled his tongue around the head and slowly began to engulf Jungsu's length. He took an as much as he could - leaving his hands to the bottom of the shaft as he rose up and down; breathing quickly from his nose.
Jungsu shuddered suddenly and felt his abdominal muscles clenching violently as he unexpectedly came - releasing his salty fluids into his younger brother's waiting mouth.
Youngwoon swallowed most of the fluid and pressed his lips against Jungsu's - allowing his brother to taste himself on his own tongue. Jungsu retreated at the salty flavor, but accepted it as Youngwoon's tongue delivered it to him. Youngwoon gave Jungsu's shaft a few more pumps in the meantime - the latter wincing in sensitivity as he was over stimulated.
Youngwoon paused for a brief moment before facing Jungsu and soothingly rubbing the latter's inner thighs.
"I don't… I don't have any lube with me…would you be alright if I did it raw?"
Jungsu shivered with a sense of foreboding.
He knew it would hurt like hell, but…he could make an exception for Youngwoon's sake, right?
The elder nodded softly and closed his eyes, willing his body to relax. Youngwoon needed no further initiative as he rubbed Jungsu's sticky fluids onto his fingers. He used it as a sort of lubrication and pressed his fingers gently against Jungsu's twitching hole.
Youngwoon started with one finger - attempting to get Jungsu used to the strange feeling and slight pain beforehand. When Jungsu's whimpering quieted, he added another. Two fingers, unlike one, were much harder for Jungsu to get used to. He bit his bottom lip and tried to relax his muscles; spreading his legs out farther in hopes that it would help. When Youngwoon brought in a third finger, Jungsu could barely keep from gasping in pain. That is, until Youngwoon crooked his fingers at the perfect angle and did something that made Jungsu see stars.
The younger smiled at the pleasure-struck look on the Jungsu's face and the heavenly moans he was emitting. Looks like he'd found it.
Youngwoon gradually pulled out his fingers and thrust them back in. He started slowly, but quickly built up speed as Jungsu began to rock his hips back to meet Youngwoon's thrusts. Once Jungsu's arousal began to stir again, Youngwoon pulled his fingers out - gaining a pout and whimper from his older brother.
The younger had been patient so far with his brother, but he was quickly losing it. He stripped off his boxers quickly and pressed the head of his erection to the quivering opening. Youngwoon pushed in slowly, trying not to rip Jungsu or hurt him in any way.
He tried to distract Jungsu by running a hand roughly down the elder's length, but it wasn't working very well. The other had opened his mouth in a silent scream. Regardless of how Youngwoon prepared him, nothing was comparable to how large his length felt sinking inch by inch into Jungsu's hole. Jungsu felt Youngwoon wipe the tears from his eyes and plant soft kisses by his cheeks - since when was he crying?
After a few minutes of getting accustomed to Youngwoon's size, he urged the other to continue; hoping the pain would be minimal. Although it started out raw and painful, the minimal lubricant from their fluids eventually helped to alleviate some of the pain and make it easier for Youngwoon to pull out and push back in. Within minutes, Jungsu was a writhing mess again and he bucked his hips into the air while trying to push back on Youngwoon's arousal.
In response, the younger lifted one of Jungsu's legs above his shoulder - thrusting hard and fast at a new angle to ensure nothing but pleasure. He impaled Jungsu quickly with his length, feeling himself on the verge of loosing it.
Jungsu but his lip in order to not moan too loudly - after all, their parents were still in the house - and felt his muscles clenching Youngwoon; pulling him deeper inside. He could hardly last any longer. When Youngwoon found his prostate and began to slam into it repeatedly, Jungsu finally exploded. His vision blurred white with the force of his orgasm and his body shook violently as his back arched. He fell to the bed limply, having experienced two orgasms within such a short period of time.
Youngwoon, on the other hand, lasted a bit longer; he thrusted even harder as Jungsu's muscles clenched tightly around his length. He came once Jungsu relaxed, his fluids erupting inside Jungsu's body and filling the cavity. His arms started to shake and he collapsed next to Jungsu - pulling out of his body slowly and obtaining a pained whimper from the other.
The two took a few minutes in the post-orgasmic haze to regain a normal breathing rate. Youngwoon was the first to speak afterwards.
"That was… amazing…"
Jungsu blushed heavily and smiled in response. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay like this together. He reached over, pulling Youngwoon's bed sheets above their sweaty bodies. He snuggled into Youngwoon's comforting embrace and pressed a light kiss to the younger's cheek.
As Youngwoon slipped off into the beginnings of a deep sleep, Jungsu muttered the three words he'd been waiting for all night.
"I love you."
Youngwoon decided that he'd sleep peacefully tonight.
- - End, Part V/VI
Rating: NC-17 [THE LONG AWAITED SMUT HAS ARRIVED~ 8D]
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KangTeuk [INCEST warning]
Summary: Youngwoon didn't realize it was wrong to love his brother so much…When he did, he was in too deep to stop…
Genre: Romance/Angst/SMUT
Disclaimer: If I owned Super Junior, they would all be my sex slaves SEX SLAVES. <3 Teukie and I would also be married and we would have beautiful angelchildz. <33 ;D
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After school, Jungsu made extreme efforts to avoid Youngwoon again. Where he'd normally be home by six from his part-time job, he wasn't back home until nine that night - leaving Youngwoon with three hours of debating how to approach the issue with his brother and finally confess to him.
When Jungsu finally slipped through the front door, he made careful to be quiet. He placed his shoes gently on the floor and made his way upstairs. By the time he reached the bedroom door, his palms were sweaty and his knees were weak. He'd been thinking about what transpired earlier today for the last five hours during his job - he even messed up a few orders and spilled the coffee on his apron once due to his distraction. Luckily, the manager didn't force him to go home when he was clearly reluctant to do so.
Jungsu had thought very hard about what his relationship was with Youngwoon. They were brothers, of course. But, why did Heechul send that text about Youngwoon 'liking' Jungsu? Why did Jungsu find himself blushing whenever Youngwoon laughed or when he stared at his brother for a little too long? Why did Youngwoon kiss him?
Why did Jungsu enjoy it?
It was all simple to Jungsu. He was misunderstanding Youngwoon's behaviors and actions because he, himself was giving them unnecessary meanings. When Youngwoon would pull his body close and hug him tightly, that was simply brotherly affection. Jungsu misconstrued it as something more simply because he was attracted to men. It must've been when Jungsu confessed to Youngwoon that he liked men - that was when he started these feelings. Obviously, he panicked and didn't want to be isolated from Youngwoon. Instead, he forced his own sexual preferences onto his brother. It was completely logical that he was the one at fault - therefore, he should be the one to apologize.
When Jungsu opened the door to their bedroom, he was met with a familiar scene. Youngwoon was, as Jungsu had found him a few days ago, staring at the ceiling in deep thought once again. However, at the sound of the doorknob turning and the door closing behind Jungsu, Youngwoon's head snapped up and his eyes rested upon the figure by the doorway.
Jungsu felt small and weak under Youngwoon's intense gaze. He flitted to the edge of his own bed; twiddling his thumbs and hiding his face behind his bangs as he sat down.
"Youngwoon," Jungsu began slowly. "I'm so sorry for what I've done to you. Can we just put this past us and go back to the way we used to be?"
Youngwoon was shocked. He was supposed to be the one apologizing to Jungsu, not the opposite. His brows furrowed in confusion as he scrutinized whatever he could of Jungsu's face. He saw the elder's lip quivering as he spoke; his nerves jittery and eyes darting. The younger gulped down the tight knot in his throat and ran his tongue across his dry lips to wet them subconsciously. The tense atmosphere was too much for both of them to handle and, before Youngwoon could apologize himself, Jungsu spoke once more.
"I…I'm sorry for confusing you…and making you k-kiss me. I know that was just your fever - you weren't in your right mindset, so…I understand…You don't even have to apologize. I just wanted to let you know…"
Jungsu blinked away the oncoming tears and stood up to leave the room. Youngwoon, still frozen in disbelief, could only reach out his arm to grab the other's wrist. At the touch, Jungsu flinched and stared at his brother with wide eyes. He felt a nauseous panic rising within him at previous memories and attempted to yank his arm out of the other's grip. Youngwoon, in response, only grabbed tighter onto the bony wrist. A low growl was pushed out from between his lips - effectively silencing Jungsu's whimpers of protest and ending his struggling.
Once Jungsu had sat back down onto the bed, Youngwoon finally had a chance to talk. His grip on Jungsu's wrist dissipated as he spoke, the words bearing a harsh truth that pained Jungsu more than Youngwoon's physical touches.
"Stop running from me! That's all you ever do and I'm sick and tired of it! I like you, Jungsu! Hell, no I don't…I fucking love you! I don't get why, but you make me feel so… so damn good about myself. When I'm with you, I feel so happy and when you avoid me I just…I really want to cry. But, I don't understand you sometimes…You're so damn complex and you hide everything from me! And I wasn't fucking delirious when I kissed you…I was fully aware of what I was doing and I'd gladly do it again! I just…Damn it!"
Youngwoon ran his fingers through his short hair before resting his face in his palms. He was so frustrated and Jungsu didn't even understand that it was his fault! It was Jungsu's fault for acting so sexy and making Youngwoon want him - not just his body, but his heart as well.
Jungsu's immediate reaction to Youngwoon's confession was crying. He felt so happy, so goddamn happy that the person he loved felt the same way. But, at the same time, he was saddened - depressed that this was his brother and that they could never be together in society's eyes. He wiped his teary eyes roughly with the back of his hands and looked Youngwoon in the face once more.
"Youngwoon…You don't know what you're saying…We could never be a 'couple'…We could never so anything together…it's-it's not right."
Youngwoon was only further annoyed at his brother's response and felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt his voice rising slightly - although not loud enough to grab the attention of his parents downstairs.
"Shit, Jungsu! I don't care what other people think and you shouldn't either! I fucking love you! I love you so much it hurts! Just stop thinking for once in your life and act on feelings, will you?"
Jungsu stopped his crying and blinked a few times before looking deep into Youngwoon's determined, confident gaze. His hand innately moved to wipe the tear streaks from his younger brother's cheeks. He had rarely seen Youngwoon cry before and, to tell the truth, he never liked it. His heart was pained whenever he saw those perfect cheekbones stained with such an upsetting emotion.
In response to his brother's touch, Youngwoon leaned into the comforting hold of the other. He enveloped the smaller, more fragile, hands with his own and brought them down near his lap. He entwined the fingers together and watched as Jungsu's slender fingers curled around his own. They fit so perfectly together - as if they were meant to be. He looked into Jungsu's eyes one final time and brushed away the bangs from his forehead. Youngwoon slowly leaned in closer to him and Jungsu felt his eyelids flutter close; his eyelashes sticking to his wet skin.
At first the kiss was tentative; their lips unsure of how they were supposed to press against one another and the strength of which to do it. However, with time it became more natural - their lips mirroring their fingers and locking like puzzle pieces. They kissed smoothly; mouths molding together gently and tongues lazily gliding against each other. There was no need to rush things, after all. The passion between them built slowly until the two were forced to separate for a few brief moments to gasp from lack of air.
Jungsu's eyes fluttered open. They were glazed over with a growing sense of intoxicating lust - immediately drawing Youngwoon's attention. The younger felt his heart pounding through his body; it was beating impossibly fast like an adrenaline rush. Was it possible to be high on love? If so, that was most definitely what he was feeling right now.
Youngwoon cupped Jungsu's cheek and nibbled gently on the elder's bottom lip. He tugged it between his teeth sensually and pressed kisses to the side of Jungsu's mouth - dipping his tongue in the depression made by Jungsu's dimple.
Once his brother's lips were coated with saliva and swollen red from their constant abuse, Youngwoon progressed further. He softly pulled the skin of Jungsu's earlobe with his teeth and sucked on it briefly before kissing along the other's jaw line. His tongue flicked out occasionally as he moved, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down Jungsu's neck and throat. The elder moaned with impatience and desire as his brother teased him with feather-light touches and butterfly kisses.
Youngwoon pushed Jungsu's body softly onto the bed behind him and straddled the other's waist. He rubbed his hands up and down Jungsu's sides as he mouthed at his brother's collarbone - only hidden partially by the other's work shirt. He sucked on a small portion of skin roughly before biting it; leaving a beautiful bruise and hickey on Jungsu's flawless skin.
Jungsu cried out in pain at his brother's actions, but moaned softly as Youngwoon gingerly licked and sucked on the fresh wound. He peered at Youngwoon from a half-lidded gaze and gripped the bed sheets impatiently with his hands. He wanted Youngwoon badly.
Youngwoon, however, had other plans of taking it slow. He unbuttoned Jungsu's shirt and helped to slide it down his shoulders partially - leaving it on, but giving the younger a glorious view of Jungsu's upper body. Youngwoon immediately began to suck on one of Jungsu's nipples, the other being tugged and massaged by one of his hands. Jungsu's back arched as he cried out in pleasure at Youngwoon ministrations. Every time that Youngwoon swirled his tongue around one of Jungsu's nipples or pulled at it gently with his teeth, Jungsu felt a growing desire mounting quickly in his boxers.
It didn't take Youngwoon to figure this out. He felt a hardness probing his inner thigh and looked down only to find a bulge sticking out from underneath his brother's slacks. He smirked at the visual and ran his hand along the confined length to receive a breathy, drawn-out moan from the man beneath him. Youngwoon laughed softly and pressed his lips to Jungsu's ear.
"A little impatient," he breathed huskily. "Aren't we?"
Jungsu couldn't even think straight any more. His mind was so clouded with lust that all he wanted was a form of release. He panted and stared into Youngwoon's snarky gaze before rubbing his crotch harshly against his brother's for some friction.
Youngwoon was taken aback and gasped in pleasure, his own length quickly hardening at the contact. He restrained Jungsu's hips against the bed with his hands, however, and teasingly traced lines with his tongue down Jungsu's abdominal muscles in order to draw more moans from the pretty lips he so desperately pictured wrapped around his length.
He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Jungsu's work slacks, stripping them off of his legs and tossing them onto Youngwoon's bed next to them. He paused and noted the state his brother was in - partially clothed, breathing heavily, and wantonly bucking his hips for any attempt at physical contact. Youngwoon clicked his tongue in dismay and stared at the slowly growing wet spot on the front of Jungsu's boxers. He bent down and breathed on the area - his hot breath feeling like heaven on Jungsu's erection and making him groan for more attention. Youngwoon mouthed at the spot for a few moments before pulling off his tank top and jeans - tossing them both onto the bed beside him as well.
Jungsu's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at the sight presented to him. Youngwoon's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat - deliciously outlining his muscles and contouring what Jungsu really wanted inside of him right now.
Youngwoon smiled and slowly pulled down his brother's boxers, freeing the other's erection willfully. Jungsu hissed as it came in contact with the icy-cold air and instinctively reached downwards with a hand so as to stroke his throbbing need. Yet, his hand was restrained almost immediately by Youngwoon's own. Jungsu's eyes opened wider at this realization and he protested with his body, struggling to start masturbating. He needed to touch himself.
"Young-Youngwoon… Let me… a-ah! Please!"
Youngwoon shook his head and smirked, his head dangerously close to Jungsu's arousal. He rubbed his cheek against it teasingly before tentatively dipping his tongue into Jungsu's sensitive slit. The elder gasped and arched his back as he finally got what he wanted. Youngwoon twirled his tongue around the head and slowly began to engulf Jungsu's length. He took an as much as he could - leaving his hands to the bottom of the shaft as he rose up and down; breathing quickly from his nose.
Jungsu shuddered suddenly and felt his abdominal muscles clenching violently as he unexpectedly came - releasing his salty fluids into his younger brother's waiting mouth.
Youngwoon swallowed most of the fluid and pressed his lips against Jungsu's - allowing his brother to taste himself on his own tongue. Jungsu retreated at the salty flavor, but accepted it as Youngwoon's tongue delivered it to him. Youngwoon gave Jungsu's shaft a few more pumps in the meantime - the latter wincing in sensitivity as he was over stimulated.
Youngwoon paused for a brief moment before facing Jungsu and soothingly rubbing the latter's inner thighs.
"I don't… I don't have any lube with me…would you be alright if I did it raw?"
Jungsu shivered with a sense of foreboding.
He knew it would hurt like hell, but…he could make an exception for Youngwoon's sake, right?
The elder nodded softly and closed his eyes, willing his body to relax. Youngwoon needed no further initiative as he rubbed Jungsu's sticky fluids onto his fingers. He used it as a sort of lubrication and pressed his fingers gently against Jungsu's twitching hole.
Youngwoon started with one finger - attempting to get Jungsu used to the strange feeling and slight pain beforehand. When Jungsu's whimpering quieted, he added another. Two fingers, unlike one, were much harder for Jungsu to get used to. He bit his bottom lip and tried to relax his muscles; spreading his legs out farther in hopes that it would help. When Youngwoon brought in a third finger, Jungsu could barely keep from gasping in pain. That is, until Youngwoon crooked his fingers at the perfect angle and did something that made Jungsu see stars.
The younger smiled at the pleasure-struck look on the Jungsu's face and the heavenly moans he was emitting. Looks like he'd found it.
Youngwoon gradually pulled out his fingers and thrust them back in. He started slowly, but quickly built up speed as Jungsu began to rock his hips back to meet Youngwoon's thrusts. Once Jungsu's arousal began to stir again, Youngwoon pulled his fingers out - gaining a pout and whimper from his older brother.
The younger had been patient so far with his brother, but he was quickly losing it. He stripped off his boxers quickly and pressed the head of his erection to the quivering opening. Youngwoon pushed in slowly, trying not to rip Jungsu or hurt him in any way.
He tried to distract Jungsu by running a hand roughly down the elder's length, but it wasn't working very well. The other had opened his mouth in a silent scream. Regardless of how Youngwoon prepared him, nothing was comparable to how large his length felt sinking inch by inch into Jungsu's hole. Jungsu felt Youngwoon wipe the tears from his eyes and plant soft kisses by his cheeks - since when was he crying?
After a few minutes of getting accustomed to Youngwoon's size, he urged the other to continue; hoping the pain would be minimal. Although it started out raw and painful, the minimal lubricant from their fluids eventually helped to alleviate some of the pain and make it easier for Youngwoon to pull out and push back in. Within minutes, Jungsu was a writhing mess again and he bucked his hips into the air while trying to push back on Youngwoon's arousal.
In response, the younger lifted one of Jungsu's legs above his shoulder - thrusting hard and fast at a new angle to ensure nothing but pleasure. He impaled Jungsu quickly with his length, feeling himself on the verge of loosing it.
Jungsu but his lip in order to not moan too loudly - after all, their parents were still in the house - and felt his muscles clenching Youngwoon; pulling him deeper inside. He could hardly last any longer. When Youngwoon found his prostate and began to slam into it repeatedly, Jungsu finally exploded. His vision blurred white with the force of his orgasm and his body shook violently as his back arched. He fell to the bed limply, having experienced two orgasms within such a short period of time.
Youngwoon, on the other hand, lasted a bit longer; he thrusted even harder as Jungsu's muscles clenched tightly around his length. He came once Jungsu relaxed, his fluids erupting inside Jungsu's body and filling the cavity. His arms started to shake and he collapsed next to Jungsu - pulling out of his body slowly and obtaining a pained whimper from the other.
The two took a few minutes in the post-orgasmic haze to regain a normal breathing rate. Youngwoon was the first to speak afterwards.
"That was… amazing…"
Jungsu blushed heavily and smiled in response. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay like this together. He reached over, pulling Youngwoon's bed sheets above their sweaty bodies. He snuggled into Youngwoon's comforting embrace and pressed a light kiss to the younger's cheek.
As Youngwoon slipped off into the beginnings of a deep sleep, Jungsu muttered the three words he'd been waiting for all night.
"I love you."
Youngwoon decided that he'd sleep peacefully tonight.
- - End, Part V/VI