OTP :DDD

[xiahki]

He threw the door closed.

Taking off his jacket slowly, trying to force his thoughts away from everything that had just taken place no less than thirty minutes ago. The strain hadn’t left his body ever since he first tasted that sweetness in Junsu’s body, wrapped around his own, achingly fluid in the intricate routine, so much more damn flexible than any man had the right to be.

Yoochun closed his eyes, setting a few fingers near his temple, not even looking back to see where the other was at the moment. He couldn’t look at Junsu. Not right now. All he planned on doing was taking an ice cold shower and falling straight to bed, nothing else. He couldn’t bear the thought of turning to look at his boyfriend, seeing those eyes, seeing that slender waist, seeing that everything and knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any of it. Again.

And he thought the dance lesson would have helped. What bullshit.

Tossing his keys on the living room table, he turned toward the bathroom, muttering something to the other on the way.

He had to wipe Junsu off of him, or he’d be getting absolutely no sleep that night.

Junsu didn’t think he could deny himself any longer.

Definitely not after that, after the dance lesson that Yoochun had signed them up for, the dance lesson that was supposed to be innocent. They were just supposed to be learning the tango. It wasn’t supposed to give him chills, wasn’t supposed to make his throat run dry and his heart pound faster. But now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He had managed to snag a copy of the music they had been dancing to, talking to the instructor afterwards. But he couldn’t ignore the way that being so close to Yoochun made him felt. They had been dating for practically forever, anyway. Their one year was coming up. He could feel himself losing it even as he watched him take off his jacket like that, leaving his own on as he padded over to their stereo, switching it on.

He slipped the CD in without a word, taking a deep breath just as the now familiar intro started up.

Turning, hoping Yoochun was watching, he took a few graceful steps forward, just like they had learned. Slowly removing his jacket in the process, hips making a slow, smooth circle.

He gestured him closer with one hand.

Yoochun was five steps to the bathroom when he heard the music. Froze. Still as mesmerizing now as it was inside the spacious practice room, looking at himself and Junsu through the mirrors lining the walls, yet he couldn't explain the sudden chill that raced down his spine. He hadn't even turned the lights on in the living room.

He turned around slowly, an anxious heat starting somewhere inside of him. He was still too stunned to say anything, not even the other's name, but once he watched the other stepping closer, eying the jacket that slipped to the floor, forgotten, all thoughts of speaking subsided.

Yoochun was already pulled in. The fingers luring him further. And he couldn't take his eyes off of Junsu.

Five steps forward, and suddenly his body fell into the rhythm. Circling around the other slowly, Yoochun wondered just how Junsu could do this to him.

And he couldn't help but wonder just what the other had in mind at the moment.

Junsu felt relieved whenever Yoochun came closer, falling into the rhythm this way. Relieved and anxious all at once because the strange heat that wouldn’t go away only grew at the way the other was looking at him, circling his, the way that Yoochun’s chest felt under his hand and he never tore his eyes away from the other’s.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t even believe that he was doing this.

His heart was already pounding, the initial turns and two poses of the dance coming back easily but as soon as his fingers were laced with Yoochun’s and he had his leg swung upwards, latching onto his hip, he felt his breathing starting to quicken slightly.

It was irrational for him and he knew it. But that didn’t mean that he was going to stop.

Taking an ice cold shower at this point seemed rather pointless now, with Junsu's face so close to him in the dark, eyes staring right back into his own, never leaving. If Yoochun was to come out of the evening with the same disastisfaction he felt just about every other night, then he might as well enjoy this while he could.

But it was just an excuse. All of Yoochun's reasoning simply burned at the contact of Junsu's skin, fleeting, the way that body melted into him, the two of them spinning, spinning, faster, until everything around him was a blur.

A groan was fighting its way past Yoochun's throat. He smoothed a quick hand over that thigh, not caring that it wasn't in the choreography, before dropping Junsu, his other hand wrapped securely at his back.

So close when Yoochun pulled him back up. A whisper of a kiss.

Junsu felt a shiver run down his spine, wanting to kiss Yoochun so badly but the dance was faster than that.

His leg had already slipped from the other’s hip, already landed back on the ground and his focus had shifted somewhat, moving to the collection of quick steps and turns of his hips, making sure that each one was done with correct timing, space, everything he could think of and more.

It all happened so fast that he could barely remember even doing it, save for the way that now Yoochun’s arm was wrapped around him and they were moving gracefully, a few steps to the side, and he wondered just when it got so hot in here.

His leg went up, back down. Smooth, even though he could barely remember the steps.

Surely he couldn't have memorized all of these steps in just one lesson. Yoochun's mind couldn't even comprehend the way his heart had picked up a beat ironically close to the pulsing music, the way his feet were flying across the carpet, just trying to keep up.

Just trying to keep up with Junsu. Every movement so incredibly smooth, and he spun the other around swiftly, breaking contact for one brief, achingly long moment before having the other in his arms again. Back where he belonged.

Junsu's hips shifting back and forth, and Yoochun's hands longed to wander. Anything. Yet there was yet another intricate twirl, and he could only fall victim to the dance, allowing his hand to fall from the other's grasp.

Spinning around to face the wall, already breathless. He remembered what was going to happen next.

There was only a slight pause then, long enough for Junsu to swallow hard and try to keep himself steady.

It was hard to stay in check. Even harder whenever Yoochun was moving with him so smoothly, spinning him effortlessly and they were apart and he knew. He knew what he was going to do next and he knew how crazy it would make him and Yoochun but he couldn’t bring himself to care. No, definitely not.

He took a few smooth steps forward, arms extending and then snaking their way around to Yoochun’s chest, slowly slipping down, and his leg was moving up once again, slowly sliding onto his hip.

He was having trouble breathing all over again.

Those fleeting seconds alone cut through Yoochun much more than it should have.

And then those hands sliding up his side, chest, burning a trail right over Yoochun's heart, and he couldn't take it. Junsu's body was pressed far too close to his, that tempting leg snaking its way around his waist, and the entire time Yoochun could only think how sinful it all was. To be able to taste it, and still be left wanting.

His hand passed over the other's leg again, this time much slower, the heat almost unbearable.

And just like that it was over, feet flying back, taking Yoochun farther away, eyes still staring straight into Junsu's. Pulling his arm into a fluid movement, heart still pounding away.

Junsu moved backwards quickly, eyes never once leaving Yoochun’s watching as the other followed him and he tried to remember just how to breathe.

The look in his eyes was so intense. He could barely take it.

His fingers passed over his own hip, swaying to the side just lightly, a light tease before he dropped down on one knee in front of Yoochun, staring up at him and waiting for the briefest second before his arm flew up and around his neck, pushing his body back upwards and they were turning once more, faster …

He bent backwards, Yoochun’s arm across his stomach and he closed his eyes for a short moment. He knew what was coming next.

Yoochun wondered why he wasn't a puddle on the floor by now. If it wasn't everything that had taken place before, feeling Junsu's limbs embrace him like that, it was the look he just got from the other. Kneeling. In front of him.

Jesus.

One breath at a time, and soon Yoochun found himself suddenly to Junsu's back. His arms tightened around the other's waist, and he walked forward swiftly, taking Junsu with him. The briefest of grazes to his neck, before trailing his hands down to take hold of Junsu's elbows.

He held the position, forcing himself to look down and not at the way his boyfriend's back was curving. It seemed a wicked tease.

Junsu tried not to think too much about the feeling of Yoochun so close to him, pressed to his back, the graze against sensitive skin on his neck that sent another chill through his spine.

He allowed himself to be held there for a moment, a brief pause before he was twirling again, back into Yoochun’s arms. Back where he wanted to be. So, so badly. And he couldn’t deny that any longer. He wouldn’t want to deny that any longer.

And now it felt like something besides the music was fueling his actions, the way his back curved and his head tilted backwards, following a wicked trail down his body by Yoochun’s hand and his own fingers were inching up the other’s chest again. Burning. Itching for something else, but he knew this dance better than that.

Even after only a day. It was just a tease.

For so many nights Yoochun had felt the fire inside of his abdomen, so many times he held Junsu in his arms that sweet burn would creep into his actions, yet now, dancing with the other, feeling that same heat underneath the other's skin, it was consuming him.

He had never seen the other like this. After months of dating, never had Junsu hinted at anything more, anything outside of his comfort zone. And yet that touch to his chest was much too knowing, that heat much too recognizable. Yoochun wanted to lock him in that position for the rest of the evening.

He cursed the dance for forcing him to spin Junsu back out of his arms, twirling him in rapid succession before wrapping his waist with an arm, taking him smoothly up in the air. Another graceful kick.

And then Yoochun pulled the both of them down. The final pose. He was panting slightly, hand still embracing Junsu's tightly.

And then, nothing but silence and the need for Junsu to be much, much closer.

Something was wrong with him, Junsu was sure. Something had to be wrong with him with the way that he still couldn’t breathe correctly, the way that all he could think about was the motions they had been creating just moments before and the feeling of Yoochun so close to him and he didn’t think he could even feel this way.

It was simple enough. He wanted Yoochun. And he wanted him now.

Only a moment’s hesitation before he closed the gap between them, unable to take it any longer, lips finding Yoochun’s in a kiss that was probably too desperate. He couldn’t bring himself to care.

Yoochun felt something burning within that gaze, and it left him with a dry throat, helplessly attempting to gain back any grain of self control he even posessed. He tried, really. That is, until Junsu leaned forward to kiss him.

And that's when all those days, weeks, and month's worth of frustration and want and lust suddenly collided inside of Yoochun's chest. A brilliant, painful, and sudden tightness erupted within him, and he kissed back, just as desperate, if not more so.

He had never wanted him as much as he did right now.

Yoochun's arm hastily wrapped around Junsu's back, pulling him up, the other hand moving the other's leg around his waist. Carrying him down the hallway and to the bedroom. He couldn't breathe.

Junsu’s legs tightened around Yoochun’s waist, and he tried to remember why exactly he had waited so long. Why he had taken so much time to allow any of this, any of these feeling to come out. They were only kissing and still he could feel how different it all was. He could feel the burning.

A moan slipped from his throat, his hands moving from Yoochun’s neck swiftly down his chest, fingers quickly unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

He didn’t feel like wasting time, and he couldn’t stop himself from gasping just slightly as his back hit the mattress, legs still stubborn in their grip.

Everything was dark around him, and for a fleeting moment, Yoochun worried he wouldn't be able to find the bed. Then, he was much too concerned with ravaging Junsu's lips to really give it much thought, hands gripping the other's back even tighter as the two of them fell on the bed.

He couldn't have missed those noise from Junsu's lips, the pleasure that shook through Yoochun's nerves. The desire was almost overwhelming. Lips pushing past Junsu's own, pressing against the other's throat. Neck. Anywhere

Fingers raced to rid Junsu of his own shirt, and he soon flung the clothing to the floor, reveling in the smooth, pale skin below him, how soft it looked in the darkness.

Junsu couldn’t hear anything besides the sound of his own heavy breathing and the way that his heart was pounding in his chest.

His fingers shook slightly as he finally got all of the buttons undone, pushing the shirt open and then slipping it off, letting it fall to the floor along with his own. His head tilted back further at the feeling of Yoochun’s lips on his skin, he could practically feel the heat coming from his own body.

He ran his hands slowly up Yoochun’s chest, closing his eyes against the pleasure that was already nearly too much for him to handle.

The rough breathing filled his ears, mixing with his own attempts to put some air back into his lungs after finding himself growing breathless just from having Junsu's fingers on his chest.

Slow, hesitant almost. And he wished he could say the same for himself, but this awful craving had been going on for far too long. Yoochun's lips searched the other's skin, rough, desperate, snaking down Junsu's own chest.

Hands reached back up to pin Junsu's arms to the sheets. He was just so warm beneath Yoochun. Without any warning, he kissed his way down to the other's navel, circling the area with his tongue, needing the other to know how good this could feel.

To let go.

Junsu wasn’t sure what he was doing. He wasn’t sure if there was something that he was supposed to be doing or if he was messing up at all, but it was hard to think straight when Yoochun was kissing him everywhere like that.

He felt his arms being pinned to the bed, but he didn’t say anything about it. Didn’t resist.

He did, however, gasp at the feeling of something warm and unfamiliar around his naval, back arching instinctively into the feeling. He did the only thing he could think of to do, breathing the other’s name. “Yoochun…”

That pressure inside of his chest was increasing by the second. So tight. And Yoochun only knew one way to ease it, not so much caring if it was too much. He wanted to fall into too much with Junsu.

That breathy moan. Yoochun only kissed harder, trying to swallow the sound in his own throat. The possibility of Junsu wanting this as bad as he did was almost too good to be true. Fingers worked from wrist to the zipper of the other's jeans.

"Relax.."

He began tugging the pants down. Rough. And he wanted that back to curve again. His voice was already much, much lower than usual, his breath falling just short of Junsu's boxers.

Junsu was sure he wouldn’t be able to tell Yoochun to stop, even if something inside of him wanted him to. Not now. His skin was burning too much. Everything was burning underneath him.

He couldn’t stop the shivers running through his body, just like he couldn’t help the arch his back fell into once again, hips lifting to try and help Yoochun to get the pants off of him.

He nodded mindlessly, sure that Yoochun probably wasn’t looking up to see it but then he wasn’t really thinking through his actions at this point. He still couldn’t believe this was happening.

Yoochun had no intentions of stopping. Only moving things along faster.

He wasn't sure how much more kissing he could take. Not when Junsu's back kept arching like that, his hips lifting up, causing an inner part of Yoochun to die a slow, agonizing death. Junsu had no idea how sexy he was just like this.

It wasn't long before Yoochun's fingers slowly curled around the edge of Junsu's boxers, freeing the other from the material, his own clothing discarded soon afterwards.

For about the tenth time that night, he lost his breath, staring down at Junsu's form, simply watching the way the other's chest rose and fell shakily. He couldn't get over it.

Junsu wasn’t sure what to do now.

He wondered if he was breathing too hard, too loudly. He wondered if he was doing anything wrong, if there was anything he should be doing that he wasn’t. But it was hard to be so consumed with these thoughts whenever Yoochun’s fingers were touching him again and then suddenly there was nothing left to hide and he felt the color rising in his cheeks almost immediately.

“Yoochun..”

His voice was somewhat hoarse with his own desire, a feeling that seemed almost impossible for him, but he still reached for the other, wanting him to come back .Closer.

Yoochun felt something twist inside of his stomach as that voice reached him again. Not even sounding like Junsu. Not sounding like anything he had ever heard of before. But he decided he liked it. He'd never tire of hearing Junsu breathe his name.

He allowed himself to be pulled back, lowering himself once again on Junsu, putting his full weight on the other. He didn't think he could play nice much longer. So he nipped at Junsu's jaw, the ghost of a grin on his lips.

"Su Kitty wants it?" he pressed roughly into the other's lips. Hands already circling Junsu's hips, stomach, before slipping in between his thighs wickedly. As if it wasn't obvious already.

Junsu liked the feeling of Yoochun so close to him, so, so much closer than he had ever been before and even the feeling of their skin touching seemed like it would surely be enough to set him on fire.

The way that he was feeling right now seemed like it should be illegal, the nip to his jaw sending a fresh wave of tingles over his body and his grip around Yoochun’s neck only tightened.

He couldn’t help himself, nodding quickly at Yoochun’s question, eyes closing once again. “Yes…”

"Good."

Yoochun had had enough of this. He wanted Junsu. He wanted to feel nothing but his boyfriend for the rest of the night, wanted to hear that heart pounding against his own. He wanted it, and finally, thank God, Junsu was giving his consent.

He shifted even closer to the other, running a hand along Junsu's thigh before lifting it around his waist as he had done before. Only this time, it was nothing but skin, and the sudden contact made him groan against Junsu's neck.

Coating a single finger, Yoochun eased himself slowly into the other's entrance, trying to be gentle about it. It was more difficult than he thought.

Junsu’s heart was pounding even harder than before, and he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

His hands slipped to Yoochun’s shoulders, gripping lightly as he felt the groan against his neck, gasping slightly in response. The pressure against his entrance made his grip on Yoochun’s shoulders tighten, and he took in a sharp breath.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t smooth. He was nervous, but he didn’t want to stop.

Yoochun released a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Nails were biting into his shoulder, Junsu clutching onto him, and he looked down at the other's flushed face.

He leaned down to kiss that parted mouth, slowly, trying to calm down that anxiousness he sensed inside of the other. It was only natural. But he didn't want Junsu to be tense around him.

"Breathe...you have to relax, babe."

Junsu nodded mindlessly once again, fingers still holding onto Yoochun tightly.

He took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and trying to relax himself. It helped that Yoochun was so close to him, kissing him that way, talking to him in a voice that was always there to calm him when he needed it.

He opened his eyes, gaze flicking upwards to try and catch the other’s.

He had been working his fingers the whole time, allowing the other plenty of time to get familiar with the sensation.

Just as those eyes reached up to his, Yoochun felt another jump in his heart, something pulling him back. He brushed some hair back from Junsu's forehead, stroking it gently.

Carefully, he added another finger. The heat was quickly dissolving any rational thoughts left in Yoochun's head.

Junsu let out another deep breath, eyes closing once more against the way that Yoochun was stroking his forehead.

His grip on the other’s shoulders was relaxing now, his body slowly getting used to the feelings, the sensations Yoochun was giving him. Before he really had time to think about it, a half moan had left his lips.

“Yoochun…” It was almost as if he had lost his ability to say anything else.

Yoochun didn't want to make the other nervous. Definitely not scared. But he couldn't contain his own heart from pounding against his chest, taking in all of Junsu's reactions.

A shudder swept down his spine. God, he could barely concentrate. The desire dripping from that moan was enough for him, and he pulled his fingers out, wanting to hear his name again. And again.

No more waiting. Yoochun leaned closer, pushing himself slowly inside, slower than he ever had before. He was already losing it, and fast, as a sharp breath hitched in his throat.

Junsu couldn’t help it that he was still nervous. A little scared. But he trusted Yoochun. He didn’t have any reason not to.

He took in another deep breath, not even realizing he was holding it as he felt Yoochun moving inside of him, slowly, and it wasn’t exactly painful but it was uncomfortable and he hoped that it would get better.

He didn’t release the breath until Yoochun had stopped moving, taking in another shakily, trying to calm his racing heart.

Yoochun's mind was whirling, everything, everything he had dreamed about doing to Junsu suddenly right between his fingers. It was all there. Just thinking about it made him tremble slightly. So long.

Half-lidded eyes watched as Junsu tried to keep in control of his breathing, the expression on his face letting him know he should wait. At least for a few more seconds.

He released a slow breath near his neck, hesitating for another moment before slowly taking himself back out before moving back inside. Hand sliding up to touch the other's neck, cheek, keeping the other's gaze locked on him. Waiting to see how the other would react.

Junsu felt like he was thinking too much, wondering too much. He was sure that he shouldn’t be having so many random thoughts right now and he tried to silence them.

His eyes opened again during the pause, still taking deep breaths, shivering just slightly at the feeling of Yoochun’s hand on his neck, his cheek, making sure that their eyes stayed on nothing but each other.

His grip on Yoochun’s shoulders tightened slightly at the feeling, lips parting just barely.

Junsu's eyes pierced Yoochun, dark and still so innocent, yet that edge was quickly fading away into something much different the more he moved. Allowing himself to quicken the pace, just a little.

He loved the feeling of Junsu holding onto him, trusting him, a low moan pulling from his throat as he watched those lips parting right below him. He wanted it to be filled with his name. Again.

"Junsu.." Low, husky, and carrying the weight of everything he had been holding in this past year. All for him.

Junsu liked the way that it sounded whenever Yoochun said his name like that.

The more that he moved the easier it was for him to relax, his fingers relaxing and tightening on Yoochun’s shoulders every so often, and after a while it was hard for him to keep his eyes open. He allowed them to drift closed, head tilted back slightly.

“Yoochun…” His voice was partially a whisper, partially a moan but he wasn’t worried about controlling it at the moment.

Something dangerous was beginning to curl along his abdomen, the heat that began with the intricate movements of the dance now falling into a different heat altogether. Yoochun tried not to gasp, Junsu's warmth like nothing else he had ever felt.

The other's eyes had closed, his name brushing past his ear once again, and Yoochun lowered his own head to Junsu's neck. Panting slightly, as he thrust harder, hands gripping onto the sheets now.

He couldn't think. Couldn't do anything.

Junsu was starting to get lost in the heat as well, the feeling of Yoochun surrounding him so completely and he didn’t know what to do with all of the feelings welling up inside of him.

He went to take in another deep breath, cutting himself off with a choked gasp followed by a moan much more in volume than the ones before. He didn’t know what just happened, but Yoochun had hit something that made a jolt run through his entire body and he wanted him to do it again.

Fingers gripped the other’s skin tighter once again, nails digging in just barely.

The ragged gasp falling from Junsu's lips was not lost on Yoochun, the sound of the other's desire rushing into his ears, echoing until it was all he could hear, and he was breathing harder, knowing full well what had caused his boyfriend such pleasure.

A small hiss escaped him as Junsu dug deeper, his own hands tightening in the sheets as he plunged himself harder into the other, hitting the same spot from before. Finally falling victim to just how much he wanted it. How much he wanted Junsu to feel it.

He wanted to hear the other scream.

It almost felt like too much, like his body wouldn’t be able to handle the pleasure.

He tried to quiet himself but found it impossible as Yoochun came back, hitting that spot again, harder, and his back was arching once again, more sounds falling from his lips. If he had been thinking properly, perhaps he would have been embarrassed. But he couldn’t bring himself to form any coherent strings of thought.

“Yoo .. chun … ngh…” He wanted to say something to him. Anything. But his mouth wasn’t working properly anymore.

Perhaps if he had been outside of the situation, Yoochun would have been amused at just how responsive Junsu was being, but at the moment he was anything but. His overheated body was quickly becoming more aroused, desperate for more sounds. More of his name. Louder.

Another low moan as the other's back arched into him, bringing them even closer. Yoochun's hand grasped at the bare skin, keeping him pressed against his chest as he continued to drive himself deeper into this impossible heat.

Nothing gentle about his movements now.

Junsu couldn’t keep himself in check. It was every sort of impossible. There was no use in even trying.

He could feel the way that Yoochun was moving. Faster, more, deeper, and it was driving him insane. He didn’t think about how tightly he was gripping onto the other now, how his voice seemed to be growing louder and louder, the same two syllables over and over again.

He wanted more, wanted to feel more, more of this heat that was threatening to suffocate him.

He was Junsu's first. Junsu had never known anyone else's touch, had never allowed anyone else this intimacy, and Yoochun was finding that fact only intensifying the pleasure mounting within him. Around him.

Junsu was all his.

His name continued to crash in his ears, louder, more frequent, Yoochun's ragged breathing mixing with the sounds, panting. Desperate, he lifted Junsu's hips to a better angle, pounding inside of him, surrounded by so much warmth, so much heat, needing the other so bad.

"Junsu..fuck..."

Junsu had never wanted anyone to touch him this way before. He had never wanted to let anyone get this close, share so much with him. Not until he was sure, until he was ready. But he knew that it was okay with Yoochun. It was just that simple.

He wanted Yoochun to be the only one to touch him like this.

But he could feel the way that the heat was coiling in his stomach, spreading, a slow burn that he wanted to embrace and push away all at the same time. He was having trouble breathing at all.

“Yoochun … Yoochun … I can’t …” He didn’t even know what he was trying to say.

Yoochun muffled the rest of that stream of words with his mouth, knowing the other probably wouldn't have finished anyways. He knew what was coming. The kiss was sloppy, passionate, but he couldn't think too much about it.

That burn was spreading, seeping into every limb, and he knew he wouldn't be that much longer as well. Yet instead of slowing down, he only quickened his actions, a shaky hand reaching down to stroke Junsu's erection. Helping to bring him to his release.

Rough, exploring his skin, mouth still pressed against the other. He couldn't stop getting closer. He didn't want to stop.

Junsu was overwhelming him.

Junsu couldn’t keep himself from gasping into the kiss, unable to really focus any energy into kissing him back.

He couldn’t keep himself from moaning into the kiss either, a shudder ripping through his body and his fingers griping onto Yoochun even tighter at the feeling of his hand. He thought he was going to explode, it was too much, everything felt too hot and too good and he thought he might die.

Suddenly, it did explode. He thought that he might have screamed Yoochun’s name but he wasn’t sure, too caught up in the pleasure completely overwhelming his body, shaking him to the core and back again.

It lasted forever and it was much too short for his tastes. He still couldn’t see straight.

Yoochun kissed desperately, throwing as much as he could into the feeling. How much he loved the other. How much he needed him. Everything was becoming rather blurred, thoughts, feelings, these sensations boiling over, about to release.

He couldn't stand the heat any longer. Overwhelming him, pushing him to his limits, and suddenly that shudder, ripping from Junsu's body to his, the moan, meeting his own, those nails digging even more, and it was only a matter of a few seconds until that strangled cry.

The wave rolled over him with such intensity Yoochun thought he would surely drown inside the other, his body tensing up before finally collapsing on top of Junsu, the pleasure too much.

He lay there for a few moments, simply trying to catch his breath. Still inside of Junsu. He was stubborn. He didn't want to release him just yet, and his arms wrapped gently around the other.

Junsu didn’t think that his heart would ever start beating normally again.

Everything was still so blurred, so rushed, so wonderfully slammed together and he was still seeing stars, even as the feeling started to fade, leaving him in a strange state of bliss. His fingers released their grip on Yoochun’s shoulders, moving instead to wrap around him tightly.

He couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t mind anything that had just happened. It was okay. All of it was okay, and his heart was suddenly swelling with affection. Almost overflowing.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Yoochun wasn't positive how long they must have laid there, but he wasn't so much counting in the first place. It was hard to concentrate on just about anything besides trying to somehow come back down to earth, to come back from that incredible high.

He had finally pulled out of the other, now simply holding him close, a little surprised when Junsu wrapped his own arms around him. His body was still so warm. So soft.

Yoochun smiled at the soft words, leaning down to press a light kiss to Junsu's lips, lingering a little longer as his fingers reached to play with his hair again. "I love you too."

It was all he could think to say back.