You Think You're A Man
Title: You Think You're A Man
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut (and the barest smidgen of angst)
Summary: Yoochun lost his virginity to his girlfriend, only to have her break up with him straight after, telling him that it was awful. Junsu tries to comfort him and finds out that actually, Yoochun's pretty damn good in bed…
Disclaimery A/N: This was inspired by the song "You think you're a man" by Full Frontal.
The sound of the front door slamming shut startled both Junsu and Changmin, and they quickly paused the game that they were playing to find out what had happened. Before either could even stand up, they saw Yoochun running passed, tears streaming down his face. Both boys frowned deeply.
“Stay here,” Junsu said. “I’ll go see what’s wrong.”
Changmin nodded in acceptance, biting his lip in worry for his hyung.
The older boy swiftly made his way to Yoochun’s shared bedroom and hoped that Jaejoong wouldn’t mind too much if he commandeered it for the evening.
“Chunnie?” He asked softly, closing the door behind himself. “What’s wrong?”
He received a muffled sob in return. His heart broke at the sight of Yoochun curled up on his bed, back to the door and pillow clutched close.
Junsu moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed and reaching out a hand to stroke Yoochun’s back. He tried not to wince when the other flinched at his touch.
“Yoochun-ah…”
“Don’t call me that,” came a choked voice. “That’s what she… Don’t call me that.”
Furrowing his brow, Junsu asked, “’She’? Do you mean Ga Hee?”
Yoochun wailed and Junsu guessed that he was right.
He scowled. Ga Hee. How he hated that woman. She didn’t deserve Yoochun, didn’t deserve all the attention that he lavished upon her, didn’t even deserve his acknowledgement. (Though, in Junsu’s mind, no one deserved Yoochun…). And now she’d hurt him? Hurt this sweet, innocent man?
“What did she do?” Junsu asked, voice eerily calm. Inside he was raging, knowing that that woman could affect Yoochun so much (his Yoochun, damn it), but he knew that he had to stay composed for the sake of the other.
“She…” Yoochun sniffed loudly, tears still running down his face. “We…”
At his silence, Junsu prompted, “You…?” When Yoochun still remained silent (apart from the sobs, which continued to wrack his body), a sense a foreboding came over him. “Yoochun, did you… Did you guys break up?”
Yoochun nodded, desperately biting his lip to stop any more sounds escaping. His eyes squeezed shut and he gripped the pillow tighter, shaking with the control that it took to hold everything in.
Junsu’s breath caught and for a moment he thought that his heart had actually stopped beating.
They… broke up?
Slowly, Junsu turned back to his friend, heart breaking all over again at the pitiful sight. “Chunnie… What happened?”
Yoochun whined and tried to talk passed the lump in his throat. He gulped in air, blinking wet eyes, cheek still pressed close to his pillow. But, before he could get anything resembling a word out, his face crumpled and he began to cry again.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Junsu murmured, lying down on the bed behind Yoochun and stroking softly up and down his side. “It’s okay… I’m here…”
After a while, Yoochun started to calm down, the sobs turning into quiet sniffles, the shaking turning into infrequent hiccups. He breathed deeply, comforted by Junsu’s hand, his soothing touch. He leant into it unconsciously, lying there peacefully for another few minutes before he felt able to talk.
“We… had sex,” he mumbled, voice thick with emotion. “I… It was my first time, you know?”
Junsu felt his stomach drop, devastated that Yoochun’s first time had been with her. He didn’t say anything though - merely nodded and waited for Yoochun to finish speaking.
“And… I thought it was okay. More than okay - I thought it was amazing,” Yoochun continued, oblivious to his friend’s whole body stiffening. “But she…” The elder took a moment to compose himself. “She didn’t think so. She said…” He whined, willing himself not to cry again.
“Shh, Chunnie.” Junsu quickly sprang into action, rolling Yoochun onto his back and sitting up himself. He brushed his thumb along the other’s eyelashes, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay, Chunnie… What did she say?”
“S-she said that I was pathetic.” His breath hitched. “She said that I was just a stupid little virgin who failed miserably at trying to satisfy her. Th-that I was just a boy who didn’t know what he was doing, that my poor performance didn’t qualify me to be a man, that I would never be man enough. Su, she… She said that I was just a toy… And that now she’s done with me.” He turned big wet eyes up to his friend, seeking solace in the other.
“You’re not a toy,” Junsu whispered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t believe that she had belittled Yoochun in such a way. “You’re not a toy, Chunnie. You’re not pathetic, and you’re not stupid, and you are definitely man enough.”
A different kind of fire burned within Junsu when he said those words, the kind that he’d been trying to keep hidden since he’d first seen the other.
Yes, Yoochun was man enough… “I’ll just have to prove it to you,” he murmured, unaware that he’d spoken aloud.
Yoochun watched wide-eyed as Junsu’s lips got closer and closer, emitting a startled sound when the other’s mouth landed upon his. He was too shocked to push the other off, so simply laid there and felt as his friend kissed him. It was different to how it had been with Ga Hee, he noticed - Junsu’s lips were much softer, making his own tingle in return.
When the smaller man lifted back up, his eyes fluttered open, taking in Yoochun’s shocked expression and quickly panicking.
“Ch-Chunnie, I’m sorry, I -”
“It’s okay,” Yoochun mumbled, surprised at his own words.
“No, it’s…” Junsu huffed. “I’m sorry, I… I just want you to know that you are man enough, that you… The way you make me feel… You are…” He glanced down at his friend, biting his lip nervously.
Yoochun gazed back, curious about what Junsu would do or say next.
Throwing caution to the wind, Junsu leant back down and pressed his lips to the older boy’s. He felt Yoochun’s gasp but paid it no heed, continuing to move his mouth against the other like he had wanted to do for so long. As he began to kiss in earnest, he stroked Yoochun’s cheek tenderly, wiping away any remaining traces of tears.
Yoochun could only lie there, heart rate increasing with every moment that their mouths stayed together. Slowly he was coaxed into responding to the soft touch, his lips parting under the careful ministrations of the boy next to him.
It seemed completely natural when their tongues snuck out, tentatively touching before meeting properly, twining and dancing and feeling so much better than either knew it could feel. Mouths joined together again in a passionate kiss, soft whimpers and moans filling the room. Tension mounted quickly.
Barely audible, Junsu whispered, “I love you…”
Spurred on by Yoochun’s enthusiastic reaction to his touch, Junsu climbed on top of the other, straddling his crotch. He was alarmed to find Yoochun half-hard already. He circled his hips, feeling the other press up against him, and bent down to seal their mouths together again.
Yoochun’s hands had been clenching into fists at his sides, unsure what to do, but with Junsu now on top of him it was almost instinctive to put his hands on the younger boy’s waist. He clutched at the material there, arching up into Junsu when the other slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Sitting up, the smaller boy quickly pulled his t-shirt off, dropping it off the side of the bed. He blushed when Yoochun ran his eyes over him, but that didn’t stop him from tugging at Yoochun’s top as well.
Yoochun sat up too, allowing Junsu to help him shrug out of his jacket. Obediently, he lifted his arms so that he could be stripped of his t-shirt. He took a moment to just breathe, to run his fingers down Junsu’s bare chest, to look into the other’s eyes and see the want and desire there.
Junsu moved swiftly, capturing the other’s lips in a trembling kiss, hands cupping his head and fingers threading through his hair. He was shaking with lust, cock throbbing inside his underwear. He was sure that Yoochun could feel it, but as Yoochun’s own erection was twitching against his ass, he didn’t think that the other would mind too much.
Wrapping his right arm around Junsu’s waist, Yoochun rested his left arm on the bed and slowly lowered them back down.
They never stopped kissing.
Once his back hit the mattress, Yoochun wrapped both arms tightly around the smaller man, hands splaying out across the naked skin of Junsu’s back. He shivered when their chests came into contact, the hard planes of Junsu’s torso like nothing he had ever experienced. He revelled in it though, pressed the other closer to him, biting Junsu’s lip when their peaked nipples rubbed against each other.
Junsu squirmed in Yoochun’s hold, delighting in the way that Yoochun gasped as their hard members aligned. He pushed down, increasing the friction.
Their kisses grew more heated, mouths meeting harshly and tongues thrusting wetly.
When Yoochun’s hand’s settled at the base of Junsu’s back but went no further, the younger grew impatient. Resting all of his weight on Yoochun, he quickly wriggled his jeans down, rolling off for only a second to pull them off completely and throw them away, along with his socks and underwear. He soon divested Yoochun of his remaining clothes and resumed his previous position.
Both boys gasped as their naked bodies came into full contact.
This time Yoochun felt no hesitancy in grasping Junsu’s large behind, amazed at just how soft and squishy it really was. He smiled to himself.
Junsu moaned at both the feeling of Yoochun’s hands on him and the sight of his smiling face. It was the first smile since the elder had gotten home, and it was because of him.
“I love you,” Junsu whispered again, almost too quiet to be heard.
Shuffling down the bed, wanting to make Yoochun feel just as good as he himself felt, Junsu took hold of Yoochun’s erection. He watched as the other arched up into his touch, eyelids fluttering. Junsu stroked the member once, twice, before licking his lips and engulfing the whole thing.
Yoochun practically screamed, body shaking with pleasure. He bit one hand, trying to muffle his moans, whilst the other landed on Junsu’s head, tangling in the soft hair. He didn’t try to control the younger man’s movement - he simply followed the motions of what he was doing.
Junsu swallowed around Yoochun, loving the feeling of him deep in his throat. He’d fantasised about this so many times, but finally sucking on Yoochun, having him pulse in him mouth… His imagination hadn’t done it justice. Pulling up, he licked around the head, dipping his tongue in the slit and slurping up the small drops of pre-come. He hummed in pleasure and smirked when Yoochun shivered.
Junsu sat up then, ignoring Yoochun’s whine of disappointment, and took Yoochun’s member in his left hand instead. With his right arm outstretched he reached under the bed, searching for the tube of lubricant that he knew Yoochun kept hidden under there. He grinned widely when he found it.
The younger man let go of Yoochun only long enough to cover three fingers in the thick substance, and then he had his mouth around the other once again.
Yoochun felt Junsu groan deep in his throat, sending delicious vibrations throughout his body. When the other continued to whimper he cracked his eyes open, wondering if maybe something was wrong. His eyes widened and his breath caught at the sight that greeted him.
Junsu’s left hand was wrapped around Yoochun’s hard cock, gripping the base tightly, whilst his teeth and tongue played with the head, swollen lips stretched wide. It was the actions of his right hand that had shocked Yoochun though - his arm was stretched behind him, wrist bent at a seemingly awkward angle and fingers disappearing behind the round curves of his ass.
It wasn’t hard for Yoochun to guess what the smaller man was doing. His hips thrust up into the wet warmth of Junsu’s mouth, just imagining what it would be like to actually see those fingers plunging into that small hole.
Sooner than Yoochun would have liked, Junsu pulled his mouth away again. He continued to pump the hard member as he sat up though, eyes hooded and trained on the taller man.
Yoochun noticed that Junsu’s other hand was still working behind him. He looked down the length of his body to see three fingers pushing up, stretching the other. He groaned deeply.
Finally deciding that he was suitably prepared, Junsu moved back up, legs settling on either side of Yoochun’s hips. He hovered over his friend, willing himself to take the final step.
I can do this, he thought. I want my first time to be with him… And I want to erase the memory of his time with her.
Taking a deep breath to relax himself, Junsu began to slide down onto Yoochun’s length. It was harder than he thought it would be, his brow crinkling in discomfort. Yoochun’s hands on his hips helped to steady him though, helped ground him and remind him of what he was doing.
Eyes shut, he whispered, “I love you.”
Yoochun’s entire focus was on his cock gradually entering Junsu. He could feel the heat, the tightness, and knew then and there that he would never get enough of this. He wanted Junsu more than he had ever wanted anything, ever. The urge to just thrust up was overwhelming, but he managed to hold himself back, fear of hurting the younger man winning over his burning lust.
After what felt like forever, Junsu finally rested firmly in Yoochun’s lap, the taller man’s length buried completely inside of him.
Breathing still shaky and eyes still closed, Junsu moved his hands to Yoochun’s chest. He smoothed his fingers over the warm skin, confirming to himself that this wasn’t just another fantasy, that he was really here with his friend, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
Yoochun watched the expressions dance across Junsu’s face, wondering just what the younger man was thinking. He ran a hand over the other’s thigh, hoping to calm him at least a little, worried about the tremors that he felt. His cock twitched in anticipation and he hoped that it wasn’t too painful for Junsu.
Finally opening his eyes, Junsu looked down at Yoochun. The taller man gave him a breath-taking smile and Junsu couldn’t help but smile back, albeit rather shyly. Feeling encouraged, Junsu lifted up an inch before sliding back down, mouth dropping open at the unbelievably wonderful sensations. He repeated the action, pulling up a little higher and dropping a little harder.
Yoochun watched, entranced, as Junsu began to ride him more forcefully. The younger man’s nails were digging into his chest, leaving small red welts in their wake, but the pain only heightened Yoochun’s pleasure. His hands clenched on Junsu’s waist, hips rocking up in minute movements.
It wasn’t long before Junsu was propelling himself up and down on Yoochun’s cock, eyes rolled back and mouth still gaping. Every few thrusts he would moan loudly and Yoochun would push up in response. The older man was content to let Junsu do as he pleased whilst he revelled in the sights and sounds and feelings being presented to him.
When his rhythm was going strong, Junsu moved one of his hands to his own chest, pinching his nipple harshly and clenching around Yoochun’s length involuntarily. His head tipped back as he continued to tease himself, unaware of the effect that he was having on the other. His cock was throbbing, still untouched by either man, and a trail of pre-come slowly made its way down to his balls before spreading out over Yoochun.
With a harsh moan Junsu fell forward. He gripped Yoochun’s shoulder with his left hand whilst his right settled by the other’s head.
“Chunnie,” he groaned out. “I… Fuck, I… Nn, I love you… Chunnie… Show me how much of a man you are… Do me hard.”
Yoochun growled, cock jumping at Junsu’s words. He held onto the other’s hips firmly, slamming himself inside of Junsu as powerfully as possible, smirking at the other’s cry. His teeth latched onto Junsu’s neck as he swiftly flipped them over, pinning the smaller man beneath him.
Junsu’s legs splayed wide, bending up and out so as to accommodate Yoochun between them. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the other’s back, his whole body suddenly rocking with the force of Yoochun’s thrusts. His prostate was being assaulted with every movement, his cock leaking profusely against their stomachs.
The new position meant that it was far easier for their mouths to meet, and Yoochun took full advantage of that fact. He leant down and kissed Junsu softly. The faint touch sent their lips tingling, the gentle action a sharp contrast to the vigorous movement of their hips.
Having Yoochun’s hard length inside of him, his lips caressing his own and his body resting over him quickly brought Junsu to the edge. He could feel the tension building and knew that he was powerless to stop it. He managed to get a hand in between their bodies and wrapped it firmly around his own burning arousal.
“C-close,” Junsu whispered against Yoochun’s lips.
The older merely nodded, picking up the pace and driving in faster, harder. He wanted to see Junsu come, wanted to feel him come whilst he was still inside of him. His hand joined Junsu’s, the both of them stroking the smaller man to an explosive release.
Junsu’s whole body quivered as he came, hand tightening around himself and inner muscles clenching sporadically around Yoochun. He broke contact with Yoochun’s mouth, unable to control his cries.
“Chunnie!” He gasped. “Love you…”
As he felt Junsu climax on, around and under him, Yoochun reached his peak too. He buried his head in Junsu’s neck, groaning against the damp skin as he shook and shivered, coming deep inside the other. His hips pumped a few more times, prolonging the sensations and making sure that Junsu was well and truly full of him.
The two men panted harshly, trying to regulate their breathing in the aftermath of such intense orgasms.
Yoochun felt himself softening and pulled out, watching Junsu wrinkle his nose at the odd feeling. He smiled, finding the action adorable, and placed a soft kiss upon the other’s lips.
Junsu’s eyes opened, curious. Seeing Yoochun’s contented expression he smiled himself, blushing deeply.
I just… With Yoochun… Wow.
Sighing happily, Yoochun manoeuvred Junsu so that he could pull the quilt down before covering them both with it. He pulled the smaller man close, stroking a hand down Junsu’s flushed cheek. Yoochun touched his lips to the other’s again, barely more than a brush, but it made his heart jump all the same.
“Su?” He whispered.
“Hm?” The sleepy reply.
“…I love you, too.”
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut (and the barest smidgen of angst)
Summary: Yoochun lost his virginity to his girlfriend, only to have her break up with him straight after, telling him that it was awful. Junsu tries to comfort him and finds out that actually, Yoochun's pretty damn good in bed…
Disclaimery A/N: This was inspired by the song "You think you're a man" by Full Frontal.
The sound of the front door slamming shut startled both Junsu and Changmin, and they quickly paused the game that they were playing to find out what had happened. Before either could even stand up, they saw Yoochun running passed, tears streaming down his face. Both boys frowned deeply.
“Stay here,” Junsu said. “I’ll go see what’s wrong.”
Changmin nodded in acceptance, biting his lip in worry for his hyung.
The older boy swiftly made his way to Yoochun’s shared bedroom and hoped that Jaejoong wouldn’t mind too much if he commandeered it for the evening.
“Chunnie?” He asked softly, closing the door behind himself. “What’s wrong?”
He received a muffled sob in return. His heart broke at the sight of Yoochun curled up on his bed, back to the door and pillow clutched close.
Junsu moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed and reaching out a hand to stroke Yoochun’s back. He tried not to wince when the other flinched at his touch.
“Yoochun-ah…”
“Don’t call me that,” came a choked voice. “That’s what she… Don’t call me that.”
Furrowing his brow, Junsu asked, “’She’? Do you mean Ga Hee?”
Yoochun wailed and Junsu guessed that he was right.
He scowled. Ga Hee. How he hated that woman. She didn’t deserve Yoochun, didn’t deserve all the attention that he lavished upon her, didn’t even deserve his acknowledgement. (Though, in Junsu’s mind, no one deserved Yoochun…). And now she’d hurt him? Hurt this sweet, innocent man?
“What did she do?” Junsu asked, voice eerily calm. Inside he was raging, knowing that that woman could affect Yoochun so much (his Yoochun, damn it), but he knew that he had to stay composed for the sake of the other.
“She…” Yoochun sniffed loudly, tears still running down his face. “We…”
At his silence, Junsu prompted, “You…?” When Yoochun still remained silent (apart from the sobs, which continued to wrack his body), a sense a foreboding came over him. “Yoochun, did you… Did you guys break up?”
Yoochun nodded, desperately biting his lip to stop any more sounds escaping. His eyes squeezed shut and he gripped the pillow tighter, shaking with the control that it took to hold everything in.
Junsu’s breath caught and for a moment he thought that his heart had actually stopped beating.
They… broke up?
Slowly, Junsu turned back to his friend, heart breaking all over again at the pitiful sight. “Chunnie… What happened?”
Yoochun whined and tried to talk passed the lump in his throat. He gulped in air, blinking wet eyes, cheek still pressed close to his pillow. But, before he could get anything resembling a word out, his face crumpled and he began to cry again.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Junsu murmured, lying down on the bed behind Yoochun and stroking softly up and down his side. “It’s okay… I’m here…”
After a while, Yoochun started to calm down, the sobs turning into quiet sniffles, the shaking turning into infrequent hiccups. He breathed deeply, comforted by Junsu’s hand, his soothing touch. He leant into it unconsciously, lying there peacefully for another few minutes before he felt able to talk.
“We… had sex,” he mumbled, voice thick with emotion. “I… It was my first time, you know?”
Junsu felt his stomach drop, devastated that Yoochun’s first time had been with her. He didn’t say anything though - merely nodded and waited for Yoochun to finish speaking.
“And… I thought it was okay. More than okay - I thought it was amazing,” Yoochun continued, oblivious to his friend’s whole body stiffening. “But she…” The elder took a moment to compose himself. “She didn’t think so. She said…” He whined, willing himself not to cry again.
“Shh, Chunnie.” Junsu quickly sprang into action, rolling Yoochun onto his back and sitting up himself. He brushed his thumb along the other’s eyelashes, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay, Chunnie… What did she say?”
“S-she said that I was pathetic.” His breath hitched. “She said that I was just a stupid little virgin who failed miserably at trying to satisfy her. Th-that I was just a boy who didn’t know what he was doing, that my poor performance didn’t qualify me to be a man, that I would never be man enough. Su, she… She said that I was just a toy… And that now she’s done with me.” He turned big wet eyes up to his friend, seeking solace in the other.
“You’re not a toy,” Junsu whispered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t believe that she had belittled Yoochun in such a way. “You’re not a toy, Chunnie. You’re not pathetic, and you’re not stupid, and you are definitely man enough.”
A different kind of fire burned within Junsu when he said those words, the kind that he’d been trying to keep hidden since he’d first seen the other.
Yes, Yoochun was man enough… “I’ll just have to prove it to you,” he murmured, unaware that he’d spoken aloud.
Yoochun watched wide-eyed as Junsu’s lips got closer and closer, emitting a startled sound when the other’s mouth landed upon his. He was too shocked to push the other off, so simply laid there and felt as his friend kissed him. It was different to how it had been with Ga Hee, he noticed - Junsu’s lips were much softer, making his own tingle in return.
When the smaller man lifted back up, his eyes fluttered open, taking in Yoochun’s shocked expression and quickly panicking.
“Ch-Chunnie, I’m sorry, I -”
“It’s okay,” Yoochun mumbled, surprised at his own words.
“No, it’s…” Junsu huffed. “I’m sorry, I… I just want you to know that you are man enough, that you… The way you make me feel… You are…” He glanced down at his friend, biting his lip nervously.
Yoochun gazed back, curious about what Junsu would do or say next.
Throwing caution to the wind, Junsu leant back down and pressed his lips to the older boy’s. He felt Yoochun’s gasp but paid it no heed, continuing to move his mouth against the other like he had wanted to do for so long. As he began to kiss in earnest, he stroked Yoochun’s cheek tenderly, wiping away any remaining traces of tears.
Yoochun could only lie there, heart rate increasing with every moment that their mouths stayed together. Slowly he was coaxed into responding to the soft touch, his lips parting under the careful ministrations of the boy next to him.
It seemed completely natural when their tongues snuck out, tentatively touching before meeting properly, twining and dancing and feeling so much better than either knew it could feel. Mouths joined together again in a passionate kiss, soft whimpers and moans filling the room. Tension mounted quickly.
Barely audible, Junsu whispered, “I love you…”
Spurred on by Yoochun’s enthusiastic reaction to his touch, Junsu climbed on top of the other, straddling his crotch. He was alarmed to find Yoochun half-hard already. He circled his hips, feeling the other press up against him, and bent down to seal their mouths together again.
Yoochun’s hands had been clenching into fists at his sides, unsure what to do, but with Junsu now on top of him it was almost instinctive to put his hands on the younger boy’s waist. He clutched at the material there, arching up into Junsu when the other slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Sitting up, the smaller boy quickly pulled his t-shirt off, dropping it off the side of the bed. He blushed when Yoochun ran his eyes over him, but that didn’t stop him from tugging at Yoochun’s top as well.
Yoochun sat up too, allowing Junsu to help him shrug out of his jacket. Obediently, he lifted his arms so that he could be stripped of his t-shirt. He took a moment to just breathe, to run his fingers down Junsu’s bare chest, to look into the other’s eyes and see the want and desire there.
Junsu moved swiftly, capturing the other’s lips in a trembling kiss, hands cupping his head and fingers threading through his hair. He was shaking with lust, cock throbbing inside his underwear. He was sure that Yoochun could feel it, but as Yoochun’s own erection was twitching against his ass, he didn’t think that the other would mind too much.
Wrapping his right arm around Junsu’s waist, Yoochun rested his left arm on the bed and slowly lowered them back down.
They never stopped kissing.
Once his back hit the mattress, Yoochun wrapped both arms tightly around the smaller man, hands splaying out across the naked skin of Junsu’s back. He shivered when their chests came into contact, the hard planes of Junsu’s torso like nothing he had ever experienced. He revelled in it though, pressed the other closer to him, biting Junsu’s lip when their peaked nipples rubbed against each other.
Junsu squirmed in Yoochun’s hold, delighting in the way that Yoochun gasped as their hard members aligned. He pushed down, increasing the friction.
Their kisses grew more heated, mouths meeting harshly and tongues thrusting wetly.
When Yoochun’s hand’s settled at the base of Junsu’s back but went no further, the younger grew impatient. Resting all of his weight on Yoochun, he quickly wriggled his jeans down, rolling off for only a second to pull them off completely and throw them away, along with his socks and underwear. He soon divested Yoochun of his remaining clothes and resumed his previous position.
Both boys gasped as their naked bodies came into full contact.
This time Yoochun felt no hesitancy in grasping Junsu’s large behind, amazed at just how soft and squishy it really was. He smiled to himself.
Junsu moaned at both the feeling of Yoochun’s hands on him and the sight of his smiling face. It was the first smile since the elder had gotten home, and it was because of him.
“I love you,” Junsu whispered again, almost too quiet to be heard.
Shuffling down the bed, wanting to make Yoochun feel just as good as he himself felt, Junsu took hold of Yoochun’s erection. He watched as the other arched up into his touch, eyelids fluttering. Junsu stroked the member once, twice, before licking his lips and engulfing the whole thing.
Yoochun practically screamed, body shaking with pleasure. He bit one hand, trying to muffle his moans, whilst the other landed on Junsu’s head, tangling in the soft hair. He didn’t try to control the younger man’s movement - he simply followed the motions of what he was doing.
Junsu swallowed around Yoochun, loving the feeling of him deep in his throat. He’d fantasised about this so many times, but finally sucking on Yoochun, having him pulse in him mouth… His imagination hadn’t done it justice. Pulling up, he licked around the head, dipping his tongue in the slit and slurping up the small drops of pre-come. He hummed in pleasure and smirked when Yoochun shivered.
Junsu sat up then, ignoring Yoochun’s whine of disappointment, and took Yoochun’s member in his left hand instead. With his right arm outstretched he reached under the bed, searching for the tube of lubricant that he knew Yoochun kept hidden under there. He grinned widely when he found it.
The younger man let go of Yoochun only long enough to cover three fingers in the thick substance, and then he had his mouth around the other once again.
Yoochun felt Junsu groan deep in his throat, sending delicious vibrations throughout his body. When the other continued to whimper he cracked his eyes open, wondering if maybe something was wrong. His eyes widened and his breath caught at the sight that greeted him.
Junsu’s left hand was wrapped around Yoochun’s hard cock, gripping the base tightly, whilst his teeth and tongue played with the head, swollen lips stretched wide. It was the actions of his right hand that had shocked Yoochun though - his arm was stretched behind him, wrist bent at a seemingly awkward angle and fingers disappearing behind the round curves of his ass.
It wasn’t hard for Yoochun to guess what the smaller man was doing. His hips thrust up into the wet warmth of Junsu’s mouth, just imagining what it would be like to actually see those fingers plunging into that small hole.
Sooner than Yoochun would have liked, Junsu pulled his mouth away again. He continued to pump the hard member as he sat up though, eyes hooded and trained on the taller man.
Yoochun noticed that Junsu’s other hand was still working behind him. He looked down the length of his body to see three fingers pushing up, stretching the other. He groaned deeply.
Finally deciding that he was suitably prepared, Junsu moved back up, legs settling on either side of Yoochun’s hips. He hovered over his friend, willing himself to take the final step.
I can do this, he thought. I want my first time to be with him… And I want to erase the memory of his time with her.
Taking a deep breath to relax himself, Junsu began to slide down onto Yoochun’s length. It was harder than he thought it would be, his brow crinkling in discomfort. Yoochun’s hands on his hips helped to steady him though, helped ground him and remind him of what he was doing.
Eyes shut, he whispered, “I love you.”
Yoochun’s entire focus was on his cock gradually entering Junsu. He could feel the heat, the tightness, and knew then and there that he would never get enough of this. He wanted Junsu more than he had ever wanted anything, ever. The urge to just thrust up was overwhelming, but he managed to hold himself back, fear of hurting the younger man winning over his burning lust.
After what felt like forever, Junsu finally rested firmly in Yoochun’s lap, the taller man’s length buried completely inside of him.
Breathing still shaky and eyes still closed, Junsu moved his hands to Yoochun’s chest. He smoothed his fingers over the warm skin, confirming to himself that this wasn’t just another fantasy, that he was really here with his friend, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
Yoochun watched the expressions dance across Junsu’s face, wondering just what the younger man was thinking. He ran a hand over the other’s thigh, hoping to calm him at least a little, worried about the tremors that he felt. His cock twitched in anticipation and he hoped that it wasn’t too painful for Junsu.
Finally opening his eyes, Junsu looked down at Yoochun. The taller man gave him a breath-taking smile and Junsu couldn’t help but smile back, albeit rather shyly. Feeling encouraged, Junsu lifted up an inch before sliding back down, mouth dropping open at the unbelievably wonderful sensations. He repeated the action, pulling up a little higher and dropping a little harder.
Yoochun watched, entranced, as Junsu began to ride him more forcefully. The younger man’s nails were digging into his chest, leaving small red welts in their wake, but the pain only heightened Yoochun’s pleasure. His hands clenched on Junsu’s waist, hips rocking up in minute movements.
It wasn’t long before Junsu was propelling himself up and down on Yoochun’s cock, eyes rolled back and mouth still gaping. Every few thrusts he would moan loudly and Yoochun would push up in response. The older man was content to let Junsu do as he pleased whilst he revelled in the sights and sounds and feelings being presented to him.
When his rhythm was going strong, Junsu moved one of his hands to his own chest, pinching his nipple harshly and clenching around Yoochun’s length involuntarily. His head tipped back as he continued to tease himself, unaware of the effect that he was having on the other. His cock was throbbing, still untouched by either man, and a trail of pre-come slowly made its way down to his balls before spreading out over Yoochun.
With a harsh moan Junsu fell forward. He gripped Yoochun’s shoulder with his left hand whilst his right settled by the other’s head.
“Chunnie,” he groaned out. “I… Fuck, I… Nn, I love you… Chunnie… Show me how much of a man you are… Do me hard.”
Yoochun growled, cock jumping at Junsu’s words. He held onto the other’s hips firmly, slamming himself inside of Junsu as powerfully as possible, smirking at the other’s cry. His teeth latched onto Junsu’s neck as he swiftly flipped them over, pinning the smaller man beneath him.
Junsu’s legs splayed wide, bending up and out so as to accommodate Yoochun between them. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the other’s back, his whole body suddenly rocking with the force of Yoochun’s thrusts. His prostate was being assaulted with every movement, his cock leaking profusely against their stomachs.
The new position meant that it was far easier for their mouths to meet, and Yoochun took full advantage of that fact. He leant down and kissed Junsu softly. The faint touch sent their lips tingling, the gentle action a sharp contrast to the vigorous movement of their hips.
Having Yoochun’s hard length inside of him, his lips caressing his own and his body resting over him quickly brought Junsu to the edge. He could feel the tension building and knew that he was powerless to stop it. He managed to get a hand in between their bodies and wrapped it firmly around his own burning arousal.
“C-close,” Junsu whispered against Yoochun’s lips.
The older merely nodded, picking up the pace and driving in faster, harder. He wanted to see Junsu come, wanted to feel him come whilst he was still inside of him. His hand joined Junsu’s, the both of them stroking the smaller man to an explosive release.
Junsu’s whole body quivered as he came, hand tightening around himself and inner muscles clenching sporadically around Yoochun. He broke contact with Yoochun’s mouth, unable to control his cries.
“Chunnie!” He gasped. “Love you…”
As he felt Junsu climax on, around and under him, Yoochun reached his peak too. He buried his head in Junsu’s neck, groaning against the damp skin as he shook and shivered, coming deep inside the other. His hips pumped a few more times, prolonging the sensations and making sure that Junsu was well and truly full of him.
The two men panted harshly, trying to regulate their breathing in the aftermath of such intense orgasms.
Yoochun felt himself softening and pulled out, watching Junsu wrinkle his nose at the odd feeling. He smiled, finding the action adorable, and placed a soft kiss upon the other’s lips.
Junsu’s eyes opened, curious. Seeing Yoochun’s contented expression he smiled himself, blushing deeply.
I just… With Yoochun… Wow.
Sighing happily, Yoochun manoeuvred Junsu so that he could pull the quilt down before covering them both with it. He pulled the smaller man close, stroking a hand down Junsu’s flushed cheek. Yoochun touched his lips to the other’s again, barely more than a brush, but it made his heart jump all the same.
“Su?” He whispered.
“Hm?” The sleepy reply.
“…I love you, too.”
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