Green is the Color of Love 5/5 (... *sighs* ... )
Title: Green is the Color of Love 5/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 5: From Yoochun's POV
“Come on, Hwannie. I’ll give you twenty dollars. Twenty. Please.”
Yoohwan stared at his brother and said, “Only if you tell me why.”
“I can’t tell you why, please. Just … please.”
He crossed his arms.
“Fine. Fifty. Fifty dollars. It’s cutting into Junsu’s Christmas present, but I will give you fifty dollars.”
“Why is this so important?”
“Please, Hwannie. Just trust me as a brother and believe me when I say it is.”
“Fine. I’ll call Jonghyun and stay over at his house tonight.” He held out his hand.
Yoochun sighed and pulled out his wallet. “No drinking, okay? Mom will kill me if you get arrested this weekend and I have to tell her I bribed you out of the house.”
“We won’t.”
“Thanks. I’ll tell you all about this when I can, okay?”
“Okay. Have fun, whatever you’re planning. No drinking?”
Yoochun shook his head. “Nope. I promise.”
“Good. I’m going to go pack a bag. You want me gone tomorrow night too?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say no, and then nodded. “Do you mind?”
“Nope. I’ve got fifty bucks.”
Yoochun went to the kitchen. He had two hours before Junsu showed up. He thought of having Jaejoong come over to cook and then decided against it. He flipped through the phone book and made a few calls to order some things. It was all going to cost him so much, but he’d been saving anyway. He’d been saving for a scooter, but Junsu was a lot more important than that.
With the cake delivered and sitting on the table, Yoochun ran upstairs for a quick shower. He dressed in nice pants, and wore a button down pale blue shirt and even put on a tie. It was striped green, to go with the night’s theme. Yoochun knew that Junsu was going to laugh at him for dressing up, but it was his day. Junsu deserved a properly dressed boyfriend.
At exactly seven Junsu opened the front door and called his name. Yoochun pulled out his lighter and lit the candles on Junsu’s cake.
“In the kitchen,” Yoochun shouted.
“Chunnie …”
Yoochun lit the last candle and then stood up. Junsu smiled at him and then strode across the kitchen and hugged him. Their lips met and only the fear of the kitchen catching on fire had Yoochun pulling away.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” Yoochun asked.
“No, but I do want my spankings.”
Yoochun laughed and lightly smacked Junsu’s ass. His hands had found their way to the curves anyway, so he barely had to move. Junsu turned around in his arms. Yoochun watched as the candle light danced with shadows over his jaw. He opened his mouth and kissed that spot below Junsu’s ear.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered.
Junsu bent over, and Yoochun did not miss the slight slide of his ass along Yoochun’s front, and then blew out the candles. He turned back around before Yoochun could process anything else and their lips met again.
“My birthday wish is for you to eat cake off my bare stomach.”
Yoochun moaned into their next kiss, and then lost himself in the next one. Junsu’s fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Warm palms pressed against his stomach.
This was not good. So not good. Sure, they’d been messing around for the last few weeks, but nothing more than heavy kissing. Nothing below the waist. It was killing both of them, but Yoochun didn’t want to pressure Junsu, and Yoochun knew that Junsu thought he didn’t want him. Hopefully, this weekend changed that.
The door bell ring, and they broke apart, gasping. Junsu looked panicked, so Yoochun grinned and said, “It’s just dinner. Hang on.”
Junsu pouted and kissed him quickly. “I hate letting you go.”
“I hate being let go.”
Sadness flashed through Junsu’s eyes, and Yoochun hoped that by the end of the night and the things he had planned that it would never happen again. He moved by Junsu and went to the door to pay for their food. They sat on the same side of the table, legs entwined, and Yoochun fed Junsu noodles and meat from his chopsticks. They laughed and gossiped about couples at school and about YunJaeMin.
There was a lot of gossip surrounding the two of them, too. Yoochun heard more than one whisper wondering if they were dating. It was odd for Yoochun to go more than a few days without a girlfriend and now he’d gone more than a month. But he was always with Junsu. Yoochun knew they couldn’t hide it much longer. Someone was going to catch them making out in the boys restroom one of these days.
“Are you done eating?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu nodded and then leaned forward. Yoochun met him halfway there and kissed him. Slowly.
“When do I get dessert?” Junsu asked and licked Yoochun’s upper lip.
Despite the shiver that tore through Yoochun’s body, he yanked himself away. “Yah! Kim Junsu! Stop stealing my cheesy lines.”
Junsu laughed and wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck as they kissed again. Yoochun only let himself get lost in the feel of Junsu’s tongue on his lips for a moment and then said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Junsu’s lips spread in a smile. “Are you going to take advantage of me?”
“No. I have to show you something.”
“Okay.”
Junsu stood up first since he’d been more or less sitting in Yoochun’s lap. He held out his hand and Yoochun took it. Their fingers entwined and then Yoochun led the way through his house, up the stairs, and to his bedroom.
“Where’s Yoohwan?” Junsu asked as Yoochun shut his bedroom door.
“I bribed him to spend the weekend at Jonghyun’s.”
“Ooh, have plans for me all weekend?”
Yoochun swallowed, nervous as he opened his desk drawer.
Junsu noticed his silence after the joke. “Chunnie?”
Yoochun pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Junsu. “Read that.”
Junsu considered Yoochun carefully before taking the paper. He cleared his throat and said, “Park Yoochun-shi, We have reviewed your school records and your tests scores and feel you would be a great asset to our university. The deadline for admission has already passed for the next term, but we would be honored if you would join us for the following semester--Yoochun, what is this?”
“Look at the signature, the title. The address.”
Junsu’s eyes scanned the paper and then he gasped and looked up quickly. Mouth open.
Yoochun smiled. “I told you. I don’t like being let go.”
“But … but … Yoochun this is for a school in Seoul.”
“I know. I don’t want to go to Busan if you’re not going to be there.”
“But … but the Busan school is so much better! You can’t do this for me.”
“I already have.” Yoochun bit his lower lip. “I … I don’t have … I can still go to Busan, but I thought … I thought you’d want me in Seoul.”
Junsu was suddenly hugging him. “Don’t be stupid, of course I want you to be in Seoul with me, but you’re …”
“I’m doing what I want, Su-ah,” Yoochun said, arms wrapping around his waist. “I love you. And I figure I can work for a little while and then go to school the next semester and we can get an apartme--”
Junsu cut him off with a desperate kiss. “And Jaejoong calls me stupid.”
Yoochun smiled against Junsu’s lips. They kissed again and Junsu moved back until he was sitting on the bed. Yoochun fell to his knees between his legs. Firm fingers gripped his cheeks. Junsu licked his lower lip. Yoochun put his arms around Junsu’s waist and tried to pull him closer, he ended up rising, pushing Junsu back until the other was lying on his back, feet still on the floor. Yoochun lay flush against his side. Junsu’s hand found the open button down, and his fingers traced along Yoochun’s ribs and around his back.
Yoochun pulled away and locked gazes with Junsu. Neither gaze gave anything away, but Yoochun could tell that Junsu was tired of waiting. Junsu smiled and then they moved, shifted up on the bed. Yoochun watched from his spot until Junsu laughed and held out his hand. Yoochun took it and crawled over Junsu, slightly shaking. He knew he couldn’t go all the way with Junsu, not yet, but damned if he wasn’t going to get an orgasm that wasn’t caused by his own hand.
“Why are you hesitating?” Junsu whispered, lips brushing again.
Yoochun held himself up, hands on either side of Junsu’s head. He resoutely kept his body off Junsu’s. He finished the kiss, trying to calm himself down. He was hard in his pants and had already looked to find Junsu straining against his jeans. Junsu slipped his hands into the open shirt again and Yoochun shrugged it off his shoulders. His tie fell between them, curling down Junsu’s neck. Yoochun moved it, back and forth, across the skin until Junsu laughed. He grabbed the knot and yanked Yoochun down to his mouth for another kiss.
Yoochun breathed deep through his nose as Junsu’s tongue seemed to touch all around his mouth at once. They broke away only long enough for Yoochun to pull the tie over his head and toss it somewhere behind him. Junsu’s hands gripped Yoochun’s shoulders for a moment and then moved over and down his back, fingertips digging into his spine. Yoochun moaned, arching up into the touches, unconsciously lowering his hips. He jerked when his erection brushed Junsu’s leg, but before he could move away, Junsu grabbed his hips and lifted his own.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, breaking away from Junsu’s lips, as pleasure spiked through his body.
“Tonight?” Junsu said with a leer.
Yoochun swallowed and shut his eyes.
A moment later, Junsu kissed him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
Yoochun shook his head and when he tried to move away, Junsu let him.
“You don’t want this,” Junsu said, voice defeated and sad.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open. “No, Su. God, I want this. Too much, I think, but I--”
“Come on, Chunnie. You can be honest with me. You’ve been keeping me to nothing but kisses for weeks. If you’re not okay with gay sex, then just say so.”
Yoochun frowned and then said, “I am, I promise, but … I don’t know how to explain this, Su. If you were just another notch on my bedpost then I’d have already fucked you, but you’re not. And I don’t know. I don’t want to move too fast, I don’t want to move too slow. I want to touch you and lick you and play with you and …”
“Shouldn’t both of us decide what’s too fast and what isn’t? I have done this before. Well, not sex, but practically everything else. And it’s not like you’re a virgin. Honestly, I’m starting to wonder how you’re still alive. I thought sex was a vital aspect to life for you. Sort of like water and air.”
Yoochun smiled. “It was. But now, all that gives me life is you.”
“Cheesy,” Junsu said, but still he smiled. “Now. It’s been weeks. I am fully aware that you are not only with me for my ass, so now that I know that, and now that we’ve been suffering from sexual tension for weeks, I say we get rid of it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. Junsu stretched his head up and kissed it, sucking it into his mouth. Yoochun moaned and when Junsu’s hand directed his body down, Yoochun went with it. They settled together, bodies rocking slightly. Junsu moaned into his mouth and his hands slid into the back of Yoochun’s pants, over his ass. Fingers clutched, Yoochun pressed down, stars danced behind his eyes as another flash of pleasure tore through him.
Yoochun held himself up with one hand. With the other, he reached for his pants and undid the clasp. Junsu practically whimpered and then pushed his hands under the fabric of Yoochun’s boxers, pushing down. With a few adjustments, Yoochun found himself naked, lying flush against a fully clothed Junsu. His skin burned with a need to feel Junsu’s skin against his. Besides his hands, which were busy running up and down his back, ass and thighs.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Junsu said, eyes shut tightly. He moaned, head falling back as Yoochun twisted a nipple through his shirt.
Yoochun licked the corner of Junsu’s mouth. His lips fell open with a gasp, and more followed as Yoochun kissed down his jaw. He left small red marks down Junsu’s neck, teeth nipping. Junsu’s hands were suddenly between them, working frantically to unbutton his shirt as Yoochun kissed around his collarbones. He sat up enough to pull Junsu’s shirt out of his pants. Junsu’s stomach tightened, abs flexed, as he leaned up enough to force the shirt off his arms.
Yoochun moved his mouth to the newly revealed skin. He didn’t kiss or lick, but let his lips brush over it, breath leaving spots of heat on Junsu’s body, all the way down to his nipple. Yoochun scraped the nipple with his lower lip.
Junsu moaned, chest arching. His hands tangled in Yoochun’s hair. Yoochun arched his body, trying to keep pressure on Junsu’s cock. He whimpered and then Junsu suddenly yanked him up and pushed him away.
“God damn you, you fucking tease,” Junsu said and almost ripped the button off his pants in his haste to get naked.
Yoochun laughed as he sat back on Junsu’s knees. Junsu lifted his ass and tried to push his clothes off, but Yoochun didn’t move. Junsu glared at him, but Yoochun wasn’t looking at his face. His gaze was trained on Junsu’s bare erection. Swallowing, Yoochun reached for it. Junsu’s breath caught at the first touch of his fingers, and then he moaned as Yoochun curled his hand around it and stroked up. It was the oddest feeling. Such hardness but such soft, soft skin. He twisted his hand on the next upstroke and Junsu’s hands grabbed Yoochun’s arms, nails digging into his skin.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu moaned.
“Yes, now. It pertains to the current situation.”
Junsu gasped as Yoochun sped up his strokes. “What?”
“I own a dildo.”
Junsu’s eyes flew open with shock.
Yoochun laughed at the flabbergasted look. “Yeah. I do. And before you ask, yes, I’ve had it inside me.”
“Oh, god, Chunnie.” His eyes shut and Yoochun leaned forward. He continued stroking, and licked at Junsu’s nipple.
“Are you imagining it, Junsu? Are you thinking about me on my knees and fucking myself with a dildo?”
Junsu nodded, quick and forceful.
“There’s one thing that I haven’t done with that dildo yet though. Do you want to know what?”
“Sure,” Junsu said, trying for nonchalant, but his voice broke and he moaned as Yoochun lowered his mouth, licking and biting at his quivering abs.
Whispering into Junsu’s skin, he said, “I never put it in my mouth. I never licked it, or saw how deep I could push it down my throat.”
“Oh, god.”
Yoochun sucked on a patch of skin at the bend in Junsu’s hip. Junsu cried out, hands again tangling in Yoochun’s hair.
“I wanted to wait for you,” Yoochun said, “because a dildo can’t come, and a dildo can’t moan and jerk.” Yoochun licked down and sucked on Junsu’s balls for a moment, still stroking. Junsu’s knees bent. Yoochun turned his head and sucked on his inner thigh.
Junsu screamed and lifted that leg. His foot settled on Yoochun’s hip and it was like he was trying to get Yoochun to move up, suck on him, but he had no breath to ask in words. With small kisses and nips, Yoochun followed the silent command. He paused to add a matching purple mark to the other bend in Junsu’s hip.
“Fuck, Yoochun. Shit, I’m … “ Junsu broke off with a moan.
Junsu’s cock pulsed in his hand. Yoochun kept his hand on the lower half of Junsu’s cock, stroking slower, and then licked the crown. Junsu keened and his cock pulsed against Yoochun’s lips. It was soft, but hot against his tongue. He wrapped his lips around it and let his tongue curl around it, dip into the slit. He added a tiny bit of pressure and Junsu shouted his name. Junsu’s cock swelled and then jerked in his hand, and Yoochun moaned, slipping more into his mouth even as Junsu tried to yank his hips down. With another shout, Junsu’s grip tightened in his hair, his upper body curled off the bed and he came.
Yoochun choked on the first splash of come in his mouth, but he had no time to get used to it as Junsu’s orgasm followed, and he swallowed, gagging, but determined to get most of it. It was definitely different, having it warm and hot in your mouth compared to licking it off your fingers after your own orgasm. He had to pull away to breathe and cough a few times.
Junsu’s breath gasped in the silence as his body went limp. His arm lay over his eyes. His mouth was open wide. Yoochun swallowed and licked his lips, trying to clear his mouth, and then his eyes landed on the bead of come slipping from the slit of Junsu’s cock. He smiled and then leaned down and licked it up. Junsu moaned and then whimpered as Yoochun slipped the head of his cock back into his mouth. He sucked lightly, holding him up with only a thumb and forefinger around the base. He turned his hand until his other fingers could tease Junsu’s balls.
“Oh, god, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed in question around Junsu’s cock. He took more into his mouth, testing his limits. Junsu tugged weakly on his hair and whined.
“Stop, that’s … fuck.” His hips rose and he grabbed Yoochun’s head and yanked him up.
Yoochun smiled and then licked his lips.
“Fuck.” Junsu covered his eyes again.
Yoochun kept his hand on Junsu’s cock, slowly stroking as he kissed up Junsu’s stomach and chest. He stopped and put his ear against skin. He listened to Junsu’s heart race, thump wildly. Junsu puts his arms around Yoochun and rolled them over. Yoochun went without complaint and then Junsu kissed him. Their positions switched, and Junsu settled between Yoochun’s leg, pressing their bodies together again. The kiss sped up as Junsu thrust against him. Yoochun moaned into his mouth. The moan turned into a scream as Junsu gripped his cock and started stroking roughly.
Yoochun had to break away from his lips. He panted, eyes shut tight as Junsu stroked him. His hips lifted, trying for more speed and Junsu growled in irritation as his rhythm was thrown off. He pushed at Yoochun’s thigh, and almost without thinking, Yoochun lifted his leg and wrapped it around Junsu’s body. A needy moan left Yoochun throat as Junsu’s dick slipped under his balls, sliding over, too close, but not enough. Yoochun lifted his other leg and Junsu adjusted above him. He steadied his strokes and rocked his hips.
Yoochun cried out as Junsu’s cock pushed between his ass cheeks, along his crack, over his hole. The teasing sensation drove him mad and he thrashed his head as Junsu sucked on his neck.
“Fuck, Su.”
“Are you thinking about that dildo now?”
“God, no, Su, fuck.”
Junsu stopped stroking despite Yoochun’s whimper. He moved Yoochun’s legs off him.
“Su?”
“Can’t suck on you like that, now can I?”
“Oh, god.”
Junsu’s lips were suddenly on his again and Junsu bit down hard. Yoochun cried out and then moaned as Junsu licked at his lips. “I hate knowing so many girls have had you down their throats, but I can promise you that after this, you will never want anyone else to suck on you.”
Yoochun smiled, even through his eyes were shut. “Already there, love.”
Junsu kissed him softly. “You did pretty well, you know, but you should probably take notes.”
“Let me get a notebook,” Yoochun replied as Junsu moved down the bed.
Junsu laughed. He held Yoochun’s cock tightly, and after the first lick, Yoochun’s mind went blank from pleasure. Junsu’s lips were warm, his mouth hot. He licked around the head and then let more than half into his mouth all at once. Yoochun moaned and tried to thrust up, but Junsu’s hand wrapped around the base kept him from doing so.
“Fuck, Junsu. That feels so good.” Yoochun settled his hands on Junsu’s head, fingertips teased by his hair. He wanted to clutch and grab and thrust, but he stopped himself, eyes shut. He moaned again as Junsu took Yoochun’s cock into his mouth, lips meeting fingers. He pulled up all the way, teasing the tip again, and then swallowed him again. He lowered his grip and more pushed into his mouth. He did it again, taking more and more each time. Yoochun’s moans grew louder, and he finally gripped Junsu’s hair, losing control as Junsu deep-throated him. His knees bent, his hips thrust up, and with a ragged moan, his orgasm exploded from him. Junsu moaned, throat flexing as he swallowed Yoochun’s release.
Yoochun lay in bliss, body twitching as Junsu kissed up his skin. Their lips met in a soft kiss and Junsu settled against him, arms and legs wrapped around each other and their hearts beat to the same rhythm.
“Hm, love you, Chunnie,” Junsu said and kissed Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I love you, Su.”
Yoochun smiled, content. He helped Junsu pull the blanket over them and then he slept.
Warm lips on his neck and chest woke him up. He moaned and pulled Junsu up to his mouth for more kisses.
“What time is it?” he asked after the kiss lasted for minutes.
“After midnight,” Junsu replied.
“So now it’s your real birthday,” Yoochun said.
Junsu put his chin on Yoochun’s chest and nodded. “Yep, and you know what I want?”
“Huh?”
“Birthday cake.”
Yoochun smiled. “I seem to remember a wish for me to eat it off your body.”
Junsu laughed and rolled away. He sat up. “Yep. That’s why I want it so much. Come on.”
Yoochun sat up too and grabbed Junsu before he could stand. He hugged him tightly, and Junsu hugged him back. “I love you, Su-ah.”
“I love you, Chunnie.”
Yoochun pulled back enough to press a kiss to Junsu’s lips. “You’re the most important thing in the whole world. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Junsu said. “You’re changing your college plans for me. I want it to be noted that I think you’re being stupid.”
Yoochun smiled. “Objection noted. Now, let’s go downstairs so I can eat your cock. I mean, your cake.”
“You’re such a sleazy bastard,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“And you’re a sleazy bitch, so we’re perfect for each other.”
Epilogue: First Time
Part 4: First Kiss
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the first part as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be four parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 5: From Yoochun's POV
“Come on, Hwannie. I’ll give you twenty dollars. Twenty. Please.”
Yoohwan stared at his brother and said, “Only if you tell me why.”
“I can’t tell you why, please. Just … please.”
He crossed his arms.
“Fine. Fifty. Fifty dollars. It’s cutting into Junsu’s Christmas present, but I will give you fifty dollars.”
“Why is this so important?”
“Please, Hwannie. Just trust me as a brother and believe me when I say it is.”
“Fine. I’ll call Jonghyun and stay over at his house tonight.” He held out his hand.
Yoochun sighed and pulled out his wallet. “No drinking, okay? Mom will kill me if you get arrested this weekend and I have to tell her I bribed you out of the house.”
“We won’t.”
“Thanks. I’ll tell you all about this when I can, okay?”
“Okay. Have fun, whatever you’re planning. No drinking?”
Yoochun shook his head. “Nope. I promise.”
“Good. I’m going to go pack a bag. You want me gone tomorrow night too?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say no, and then nodded. “Do you mind?”
“Nope. I’ve got fifty bucks.”
Yoochun went to the kitchen. He had two hours before Junsu showed up. He thought of having Jaejoong come over to cook and then decided against it. He flipped through the phone book and made a few calls to order some things. It was all going to cost him so much, but he’d been saving anyway. He’d been saving for a scooter, but Junsu was a lot more important than that.
With the cake delivered and sitting on the table, Yoochun ran upstairs for a quick shower. He dressed in nice pants, and wore a button down pale blue shirt and even put on a tie. It was striped green, to go with the night’s theme. Yoochun knew that Junsu was going to laugh at him for dressing up, but it was his day. Junsu deserved a properly dressed boyfriend.
At exactly seven Junsu opened the front door and called his name. Yoochun pulled out his lighter and lit the candles on Junsu’s cake.
“In the kitchen,” Yoochun shouted.
“Chunnie …”
Yoochun lit the last candle and then stood up. Junsu smiled at him and then strode across the kitchen and hugged him. Their lips met and only the fear of the kitchen catching on fire had Yoochun pulling away.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” Yoochun asked.
“No, but I do want my spankings.”
Yoochun laughed and lightly smacked Junsu’s ass. His hands had found their way to the curves anyway, so he barely had to move. Junsu turned around in his arms. Yoochun watched as the candle light danced with shadows over his jaw. He opened his mouth and kissed that spot below Junsu’s ear.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered.
Junsu bent over, and Yoochun did not miss the slight slide of his ass along Yoochun’s front, and then blew out the candles. He turned back around before Yoochun could process anything else and their lips met again.
“My birthday wish is for you to eat cake off my bare stomach.”
Yoochun moaned into their next kiss, and then lost himself in the next one. Junsu’s fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Warm palms pressed against his stomach.
This was not good. So not good. Sure, they’d been messing around for the last few weeks, but nothing more than heavy kissing. Nothing below the waist. It was killing both of them, but Yoochun didn’t want to pressure Junsu, and Yoochun knew that Junsu thought he didn’t want him. Hopefully, this weekend changed that.
The door bell ring, and they broke apart, gasping. Junsu looked panicked, so Yoochun grinned and said, “It’s just dinner. Hang on.”
Junsu pouted and kissed him quickly. “I hate letting you go.”
“I hate being let go.”
Sadness flashed through Junsu’s eyes, and Yoochun hoped that by the end of the night and the things he had planned that it would never happen again. He moved by Junsu and went to the door to pay for their food. They sat on the same side of the table, legs entwined, and Yoochun fed Junsu noodles and meat from his chopsticks. They laughed and gossiped about couples at school and about YunJaeMin.
There was a lot of gossip surrounding the two of them, too. Yoochun heard more than one whisper wondering if they were dating. It was odd for Yoochun to go more than a few days without a girlfriend and now he’d gone more than a month. But he was always with Junsu. Yoochun knew they couldn’t hide it much longer. Someone was going to catch them making out in the boys restroom one of these days.
“Are you done eating?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu nodded and then leaned forward. Yoochun met him halfway there and kissed him. Slowly.
“When do I get dessert?” Junsu asked and licked Yoochun’s upper lip.
Despite the shiver that tore through Yoochun’s body, he yanked himself away. “Yah! Kim Junsu! Stop stealing my cheesy lines.”
Junsu laughed and wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck as they kissed again. Yoochun only let himself get lost in the feel of Junsu’s tongue on his lips for a moment and then said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Junsu’s lips spread in a smile. “Are you going to take advantage of me?”
“No. I have to show you something.”
“Okay.”
Junsu stood up first since he’d been more or less sitting in Yoochun’s lap. He held out his hand and Yoochun took it. Their fingers entwined and then Yoochun led the way through his house, up the stairs, and to his bedroom.
“Where’s Yoohwan?” Junsu asked as Yoochun shut his bedroom door.
“I bribed him to spend the weekend at Jonghyun’s.”
“Ooh, have plans for me all weekend?”
Yoochun swallowed, nervous as he opened his desk drawer.
Junsu noticed his silence after the joke. “Chunnie?”
Yoochun pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Junsu. “Read that.”
Junsu considered Yoochun carefully before taking the paper. He cleared his throat and said, “Park Yoochun-shi, We have reviewed your school records and your tests scores and feel you would be a great asset to our university. The deadline for admission has already passed for the next term, but we would be honored if you would join us for the following semester--Yoochun, what is this?”
“Look at the signature, the title. The address.”
Junsu’s eyes scanned the paper and then he gasped and looked up quickly. Mouth open.
Yoochun smiled. “I told you. I don’t like being let go.”
“But … but … Yoochun this is for a school in Seoul.”
“I know. I don’t want to go to Busan if you’re not going to be there.”
“But … but the Busan school is so much better! You can’t do this for me.”
“I already have.” Yoochun bit his lower lip. “I … I don’t have … I can still go to Busan, but I thought … I thought you’d want me in Seoul.”
Junsu was suddenly hugging him. “Don’t be stupid, of course I want you to be in Seoul with me, but you’re …”
“I’m doing what I want, Su-ah,” Yoochun said, arms wrapping around his waist. “I love you. And I figure I can work for a little while and then go to school the next semester and we can get an apartme--”
Junsu cut him off with a desperate kiss. “And Jaejoong calls me stupid.”
Yoochun smiled against Junsu’s lips. They kissed again and Junsu moved back until he was sitting on the bed. Yoochun fell to his knees between his legs. Firm fingers gripped his cheeks. Junsu licked his lower lip. Yoochun put his arms around Junsu’s waist and tried to pull him closer, he ended up rising, pushing Junsu back until the other was lying on his back, feet still on the floor. Yoochun lay flush against his side. Junsu’s hand found the open button down, and his fingers traced along Yoochun’s ribs and around his back.
Yoochun pulled away and locked gazes with Junsu. Neither gaze gave anything away, but Yoochun could tell that Junsu was tired of waiting. Junsu smiled and then they moved, shifted up on the bed. Yoochun watched from his spot until Junsu laughed and held out his hand. Yoochun took it and crawled over Junsu, slightly shaking. He knew he couldn’t go all the way with Junsu, not yet, but damned if he wasn’t going to get an orgasm that wasn’t caused by his own hand.
“Why are you hesitating?” Junsu whispered, lips brushing again.
Yoochun held himself up, hands on either side of Junsu’s head. He resoutely kept his body off Junsu’s. He finished the kiss, trying to calm himself down. He was hard in his pants and had already looked to find Junsu straining against his jeans. Junsu slipped his hands into the open shirt again and Yoochun shrugged it off his shoulders. His tie fell between them, curling down Junsu’s neck. Yoochun moved it, back and forth, across the skin until Junsu laughed. He grabbed the knot and yanked Yoochun down to his mouth for another kiss.
Yoochun breathed deep through his nose as Junsu’s tongue seemed to touch all around his mouth at once. They broke away only long enough for Yoochun to pull the tie over his head and toss it somewhere behind him. Junsu’s hands gripped Yoochun’s shoulders for a moment and then moved over and down his back, fingertips digging into his spine. Yoochun moaned, arching up into the touches, unconsciously lowering his hips. He jerked when his erection brushed Junsu’s leg, but before he could move away, Junsu grabbed his hips and lifted his own.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, breaking away from Junsu’s lips, as pleasure spiked through his body.
“Tonight?” Junsu said with a leer.
Yoochun swallowed and shut his eyes.
A moment later, Junsu kissed him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
Yoochun shook his head and when he tried to move away, Junsu let him.
“You don’t want this,” Junsu said, voice defeated and sad.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open. “No, Su. God, I want this. Too much, I think, but I--”
“Come on, Chunnie. You can be honest with me. You’ve been keeping me to nothing but kisses for weeks. If you’re not okay with gay sex, then just say so.”
Yoochun frowned and then said, “I am, I promise, but … I don’t know how to explain this, Su. If you were just another notch on my bedpost then I’d have already fucked you, but you’re not. And I don’t know. I don’t want to move too fast, I don’t want to move too slow. I want to touch you and lick you and play with you and …”
“Shouldn’t both of us decide what’s too fast and what isn’t? I have done this before. Well, not sex, but practically everything else. And it’s not like you’re a virgin. Honestly, I’m starting to wonder how you’re still alive. I thought sex was a vital aspect to life for you. Sort of like water and air.”
Yoochun smiled. “It was. But now, all that gives me life is you.”
“Cheesy,” Junsu said, but still he smiled. “Now. It’s been weeks. I am fully aware that you are not only with me for my ass, so now that I know that, and now that we’ve been suffering from sexual tension for weeks, I say we get rid of it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. Junsu stretched his head up and kissed it, sucking it into his mouth. Yoochun moaned and when Junsu’s hand directed his body down, Yoochun went with it. They settled together, bodies rocking slightly. Junsu moaned into his mouth and his hands slid into the back of Yoochun’s pants, over his ass. Fingers clutched, Yoochun pressed down, stars danced behind his eyes as another flash of pleasure tore through him.
Yoochun held himself up with one hand. With the other, he reached for his pants and undid the clasp. Junsu practically whimpered and then pushed his hands under the fabric of Yoochun’s boxers, pushing down. With a few adjustments, Yoochun found himself naked, lying flush against a fully clothed Junsu. His skin burned with a need to feel Junsu’s skin against his. Besides his hands, which were busy running up and down his back, ass and thighs.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” Junsu said, eyes shut tightly. He moaned, head falling back as Yoochun twisted a nipple through his shirt.
Yoochun licked the corner of Junsu’s mouth. His lips fell open with a gasp, and more followed as Yoochun kissed down his jaw. He left small red marks down Junsu’s neck, teeth nipping. Junsu’s hands were suddenly between them, working frantically to unbutton his shirt as Yoochun kissed around his collarbones. He sat up enough to pull Junsu’s shirt out of his pants. Junsu’s stomach tightened, abs flexed, as he leaned up enough to force the shirt off his arms.
Yoochun moved his mouth to the newly revealed skin. He didn’t kiss or lick, but let his lips brush over it, breath leaving spots of heat on Junsu’s body, all the way down to his nipple. Yoochun scraped the nipple with his lower lip.
Junsu moaned, chest arching. His hands tangled in Yoochun’s hair. Yoochun arched his body, trying to keep pressure on Junsu’s cock. He whimpered and then Junsu suddenly yanked him up and pushed him away.
“God damn you, you fucking tease,” Junsu said and almost ripped the button off his pants in his haste to get naked.
Yoochun laughed as he sat back on Junsu’s knees. Junsu lifted his ass and tried to push his clothes off, but Yoochun didn’t move. Junsu glared at him, but Yoochun wasn’t looking at his face. His gaze was trained on Junsu’s bare erection. Swallowing, Yoochun reached for it. Junsu’s breath caught at the first touch of his fingers, and then he moaned as Yoochun curled his hand around it and stroked up. It was the oddest feeling. Such hardness but such soft, soft skin. He twisted his hand on the next upstroke and Junsu’s hands grabbed Yoochun’s arms, nails digging into his skin.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu moaned.
“Yes, now. It pertains to the current situation.”
Junsu gasped as Yoochun sped up his strokes. “What?”
“I own a dildo.”
Junsu’s eyes flew open with shock.
Yoochun laughed at the flabbergasted look. “Yeah. I do. And before you ask, yes, I’ve had it inside me.”
“Oh, god, Chunnie.” His eyes shut and Yoochun leaned forward. He continued stroking, and licked at Junsu’s nipple.
“Are you imagining it, Junsu? Are you thinking about me on my knees and fucking myself with a dildo?”
Junsu nodded, quick and forceful.
“There’s one thing that I haven’t done with that dildo yet though. Do you want to know what?”
“Sure,” Junsu said, trying for nonchalant, but his voice broke and he moaned as Yoochun lowered his mouth, licking and biting at his quivering abs.
Whispering into Junsu’s skin, he said, “I never put it in my mouth. I never licked it, or saw how deep I could push it down my throat.”
“Oh, god.”
Yoochun sucked on a patch of skin at the bend in Junsu’s hip. Junsu cried out, hands again tangling in Yoochun’s hair.
“I wanted to wait for you,” Yoochun said, “because a dildo can’t come, and a dildo can’t moan and jerk.” Yoochun licked down and sucked on Junsu’s balls for a moment, still stroking. Junsu’s knees bent. Yoochun turned his head and sucked on his inner thigh.
Junsu screamed and lifted that leg. His foot settled on Yoochun’s hip and it was like he was trying to get Yoochun to move up, suck on him, but he had no breath to ask in words. With small kisses and nips, Yoochun followed the silent command. He paused to add a matching purple mark to the other bend in Junsu’s hip.
“Fuck, Yoochun. Shit, I’m … “ Junsu broke off with a moan.
Junsu’s cock pulsed in his hand. Yoochun kept his hand on the lower half of Junsu’s cock, stroking slower, and then licked the crown. Junsu keened and his cock pulsed against Yoochun’s lips. It was soft, but hot against his tongue. He wrapped his lips around it and let his tongue curl around it, dip into the slit. He added a tiny bit of pressure and Junsu shouted his name. Junsu’s cock swelled and then jerked in his hand, and Yoochun moaned, slipping more into his mouth even as Junsu tried to yank his hips down. With another shout, Junsu’s grip tightened in his hair, his upper body curled off the bed and he came.
Yoochun choked on the first splash of come in his mouth, but he had no time to get used to it as Junsu’s orgasm followed, and he swallowed, gagging, but determined to get most of it. It was definitely different, having it warm and hot in your mouth compared to licking it off your fingers after your own orgasm. He had to pull away to breathe and cough a few times.
Junsu’s breath gasped in the silence as his body went limp. His arm lay over his eyes. His mouth was open wide. Yoochun swallowed and licked his lips, trying to clear his mouth, and then his eyes landed on the bead of come slipping from the slit of Junsu’s cock. He smiled and then leaned down and licked it up. Junsu moaned and then whimpered as Yoochun slipped the head of his cock back into his mouth. He sucked lightly, holding him up with only a thumb and forefinger around the base. He turned his hand until his other fingers could tease Junsu’s balls.
“Oh, god, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed in question around Junsu’s cock. He took more into his mouth, testing his limits. Junsu tugged weakly on his hair and whined.
“Stop, that’s … fuck.” His hips rose and he grabbed Yoochun’s head and yanked him up.
Yoochun smiled and then licked his lips.
“Fuck.” Junsu covered his eyes again.
Yoochun kept his hand on Junsu’s cock, slowly stroking as he kissed up Junsu’s stomach and chest. He stopped and put his ear against skin. He listened to Junsu’s heart race, thump wildly. Junsu puts his arms around Yoochun and rolled them over. Yoochun went without complaint and then Junsu kissed him. Their positions switched, and Junsu settled between Yoochun’s leg, pressing their bodies together again. The kiss sped up as Junsu thrust against him. Yoochun moaned into his mouth. The moan turned into a scream as Junsu gripped his cock and started stroking roughly.
Yoochun had to break away from his lips. He panted, eyes shut tight as Junsu stroked him. His hips lifted, trying for more speed and Junsu growled in irritation as his rhythm was thrown off. He pushed at Yoochun’s thigh, and almost without thinking, Yoochun lifted his leg and wrapped it around Junsu’s body. A needy moan left Yoochun throat as Junsu’s dick slipped under his balls, sliding over, too close, but not enough. Yoochun lifted his other leg and Junsu adjusted above him. He steadied his strokes and rocked his hips.
Yoochun cried out as Junsu’s cock pushed between his ass cheeks, along his crack, over his hole. The teasing sensation drove him mad and he thrashed his head as Junsu sucked on his neck.
“Fuck, Su.”
“Are you thinking about that dildo now?”
“God, no, Su, fuck.”
Junsu stopped stroking despite Yoochun’s whimper. He moved Yoochun’s legs off him.
“Su?”
“Can’t suck on you like that, now can I?”
“Oh, god.”
Junsu’s lips were suddenly on his again and Junsu bit down hard. Yoochun cried out and then moaned as Junsu licked at his lips. “I hate knowing so many girls have had you down their throats, but I can promise you that after this, you will never want anyone else to suck on you.”
Yoochun smiled, even through his eyes were shut. “Already there, love.”
Junsu kissed him softly. “You did pretty well, you know, but you should probably take notes.”
“Let me get a notebook,” Yoochun replied as Junsu moved down the bed.
Junsu laughed. He held Yoochun’s cock tightly, and after the first lick, Yoochun’s mind went blank from pleasure. Junsu’s lips were warm, his mouth hot. He licked around the head and then let more than half into his mouth all at once. Yoochun moaned and tried to thrust up, but Junsu’s hand wrapped around the base kept him from doing so.
“Fuck, Junsu. That feels so good.” Yoochun settled his hands on Junsu’s head, fingertips teased by his hair. He wanted to clutch and grab and thrust, but he stopped himself, eyes shut. He moaned again as Junsu took Yoochun’s cock into his mouth, lips meeting fingers. He pulled up all the way, teasing the tip again, and then swallowed him again. He lowered his grip and more pushed into his mouth. He did it again, taking more and more each time. Yoochun’s moans grew louder, and he finally gripped Junsu’s hair, losing control as Junsu deep-throated him. His knees bent, his hips thrust up, and with a ragged moan, his orgasm exploded from him. Junsu moaned, throat flexing as he swallowed Yoochun’s release.
Yoochun lay in bliss, body twitching as Junsu kissed up his skin. Their lips met in a soft kiss and Junsu settled against him, arms and legs wrapped around each other and their hearts beat to the same rhythm.
“Hm, love you, Chunnie,” Junsu said and kissed Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I love you, Su.”
Yoochun smiled, content. He helped Junsu pull the blanket over them and then he slept.
Warm lips on his neck and chest woke him up. He moaned and pulled Junsu up to his mouth for more kisses.
“What time is it?” he asked after the kiss lasted for minutes.
“After midnight,” Junsu replied.
“So now it’s your real birthday,” Yoochun said.
Junsu put his chin on Yoochun’s chest and nodded. “Yep, and you know what I want?”
“Huh?”
“Birthday cake.”
Yoochun smiled. “I seem to remember a wish for me to eat it off your body.”
Junsu laughed and rolled away. He sat up. “Yep. That’s why I want it so much. Come on.”
Yoochun sat up too and grabbed Junsu before he could stand. He hugged him tightly, and Junsu hugged him back. “I love you, Su-ah.”
“I love you, Chunnie.”
Yoochun pulled back enough to press a kiss to Junsu’s lips. “You’re the most important thing in the whole world. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Junsu said. “You’re changing your college plans for me. I want it to be noted that I think you’re being stupid.”
Yoochun smiled. “Objection noted. Now, let’s go downstairs so I can eat your cock. I mean, your cake.”
“You’re such a sleazy bastard,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“And you’re a sleazy bitch, so we’re perfect for each other.”
Epilogue: First Time
Part 4: First Kiss
Part 3: First Hope
Part 2: First Love
Part 1: First Bite
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