Practice Makes Perfect 2/3
Title: Practice Makes Perfect 2/3
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/Yoochun no longer just 'implied')
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be practicing how to suck cock all day long.
Summary: Junsu needs someone to do his homework. Changmin will do it for a price.
A/N: This is a late b-day fic for cerinityks. I'm sorry it's late baby!!! I love you~~~~~ I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Yoochun found Junsu at the beginning of school the next day. With a smirk, he handed him a piece of paper. “Never thought you’d go through with it.”
“Fuck off,” Junsu said and snatched the paper from his hand.
“Based on that essay though, it was pretty bad. You’ll probably get a C on it, and you know what a C stands for, Su-ah? Average. Average.”
“Shut up,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He read through the essay and he didn’t really see anything wrong with it, but yeah, he didn’t speak English. “Whatever.”
Junsu slammed his locker and headed to his first class. He hadn’t slept well the night before; he’d jerked off again, but still could not get the feel of Changmin’s cock off his lips or his tongue.
He had a feeling though that Changmin would ignore him if he said hi in the hall, or if he even looked at him. And even though Junsu spent the entire school day looking for Changmin, he didn’t see him. At all.
He saw Yoochun though. A lot.
“God, Su, really? Min said it was the worst he’d ever had. He had Jaejoong suck him off three times today and he still couldn’t get the feel of your fail off his cock.”
Junsu leaned his head against his locker. “Yeah, me neither,” he muttered.
“The way he described it, he should have written an essay about how he was writing it for you and you should have gotten an F.”
He ignored Yoochun and went home.
He jerked off three times.
A few days later, when he got his English essay back, the big red C at the top mocked him. He crumpled his hand around it, clenching his teeth.
He wasn’t average, not at anything (the fact that he was worse than average at English crossed his mind, but hey, you couldn’t be good at everything). He was determined to be good at this. And he didn’t fucking care. He would suck Changmin’s cock better than anyone else ever had, including Jaejoong.
During lunch, he stalked through the halls, checking every bathroom, listening. He found them on the third floor. They hadn’t even bothered going into a stall.
Yoochun was on his hands and knees, facing the door. Jaejoong behind him. Yoochun’s school tied had been shoved in his mouth, but it did nothing to stop the moans and pleas echoing through the bathroom. It was the only stitch of clothing either of them were wearing.
Junsu swallowed.
Jaejoong saw him first and winked. The barbell in his eyebrow caught the light. His hand ran up Yoochun’s back and twisted in his hair. Jaejoong yanked him up, and Yoochun practically screamed.
“Say hello to Junsu, babe.”
Yoochun’s eyes opened, and he moaned.
The room was so hot. Junsu blushed as he watched Yoochun stroke his cock. Jaejoong settled back on his haunches and thrust into him shallowly.
Junsu decided that he didn’t care. He made sure the door was shut all the way and watched them. Their moans grew louder, Jaejoong’s thrusts more violent. Yoochun’s head fell to jaejoong’s shoulder. Jaejoong turned his head and licked around the tie. Yoochun shivered.
Junsu’s gaze was drawn to Yoochun’s cock. The tip was almost purple. His hand flew over it, twisting around the head. Light shone on wet, dirty. He moaned, body freezing, and his cock jerked. He stroked it again, and then again. A strand of white come shot from the tip, landing with a splat on the floor and then Jaejoong pushed him forward and he landed on his hands and knees again. A flair of disappoint filled Junsu because he had wanted to watch Yoochun come, but then Jaejoong pulled out, lifted himself to one leg and stroked his cock fast until he came all over Yoochun’s back.
After they both caught their breath, Jaejoong put his arms around Yoochun’s body and pulled him back. Yoochun tried to cuddle into him as Jaejoong tugged on the tie.
Jaejoong laughed. “I know you like being tied up but come on; we’re done. I want to kiss you.”
Yoochun stopped struggling and Jaejoong pulled the tie off. Their lips met in kiss after kiss.
Junsu wondered what Changmin tasted like. What he would kiss like?
Yes, as he watched them, he was willing to admit that it had been hot watching them, but he had no desire to join, no desire to be in Yoochun’s place. He wanted to suck on Changmin’s cock. It was becoming an unhealthy obsession.
“So, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said, “what can we do for you?”
Junsu took a deep breath. “I need your help.”
“With what?” Yoochun asked. Very gingerly he rose, and then he helped Jaejoong up. They moved to a sink and Jaejoong used warm water to clean off Yoochun’s back.
“I need to learn to suck cock.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You should have said something before we were through. You could have sucked on Yoochun.”
“I don’t want to suck on Yoochun. I guess I should say I want to learn to suck on Changmin’s cock.”
“Ah,” Jaejoong said as Yoochun laughed.
They started dressing. “He’s not going to let you again, Su.”
“I don’t care. I want to.”
Jaejoong and Yoochun stared at him for a long time, and Junsu felt his cheeks heat and he looked at the floor.
“Average,” Junsu muttered. “Average!”
Yoochun laughed. “It was worse than average, Su.”
“Help me.”
“I don’t mind getting off again, right now,” Yoochun said and cupped his crotch.
“I need to learn to suck Changmin’s cock,” Junsu said. “I could probably suck on yours pretty easily.”
“Ouch,” Yoochun said with a fake pout.
Jaejoong laughed. “He’s right, Chunnie. Changmin has a monster cock.” He moved right up to Junsu. He crossed his arms, one hand coming up to tap a finger on his chin. “It takes a long time to get good at sucking on a cock like Changmin’s. More than just a day or two. I have something to help you, but …” Jaejoong went to his backpack. He dug around for a moment, and then pulled out a fat red dildo.
“This is about as close to Changmin as you’re going to get unless you want to go to a sex store and buy one that is a bit longer.”
Junsu swallowed.
Jae held it out and after a moment of just staring at it, he grabbed Junsu’s wrist, yanked his arm up and slammed the dildo into his hand. It wobbled. Junsu’s stomach felt like it dropped to his toes.
“Just a word of advice though,” Jaejoong said. “Before you start shoving that thing places, you may want to wash it in hot water, use a tiny bit of soap.”
Junsu forced his fingers to curl around the sex toy meant to feel like a cock. It was close, but nothing would ever compare to the heat from Changmin’s cock. He slowly looked up.
“You carry a dildo in your backpack?” he said, voice cracking.
The two of them laughed, and Jaejoong smirked. They were both fully dressed now, and Yoochun slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Have fun,” Yoochun said and winked. “I know I will when I’m thinking of you playing with that tonight.”
The door shut behind them. Junsu stared at the toy for another moment. The bell rang. He jumped in surprise. Cheeks going even redder, he hastily shoved the dildo into his bag and left the bathroom.
With his flushed face and clammy skin, it was easy to get the nurse to believe he was sick. He left early, sending Junho a text so he wouldn’t worry. Just a slight stomach ache. Nothing a nap wouldn’t cure.
Or an orgasm.
He did as Jaejoong suggested and washed the toy thoroughly. A blush covered his cheeks as it slipped through his hands, covered in soap. Still blushing, Junsu took the clean toy to his room and locked the door. He set it on his bed and stared at it. He started taking his clothes off, but decided it’d be better if he was still in his uniform, rather than looser, fitting clothes.
It’s more like doing homework than pleasuring myself
Junsu wondered if it was weird to get hard just by thinking of someones cock in your mouth. Sitting down, Junsu sighed. Well, he’d better get it over with. He gripped it with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth. He licked his lips and then very slowly, stuck his tongue out and licked the “head” of it. It looked like a cock, but it sure didn’t feel like one. It was harder, more like licking a rubber glove or … or … it was weird. Junsu didn’t like it at all. He covered the top with his lips.
An echo of Changmin’s moan flit through his head, and Junsu knew that was something else he didn’t like about it. No moans. No Changmin. And no soft hand settling on his head.
But the thought of Changmin’s cock had Junsu more determined and he pushed the dildo into his mouth until it gagged him. Over and over, to that point, and then further until he could take another centimeter deep. There was no way that Junsu would take it all. But he had to be patient. Jaejoong said it would take time. Junsu was willing to spend that time. For the chance of Changmin’s cock pushing into his throat like this dildo was, Junsu would do it.
He thought of Changmin’s cock. Hot, warm, leaking precome. Little things he hadn’t noticed before, like how hair had tickled his hand when Junsu had cupped the base of Chagnmin’s cock. The scratch of nails on his scalp when Junsu had actually done something well.
Junsu cock was hard in his pants. He checked the time, and decided that he’d spent enough time “studying”. He took his clothes off, lay back on his bed and stroked himself. He brought the toy to his mouth again and pictured Changmin’s hand on his cock. Changmin stroking him while Junsu swallowed his cock. He stroked faster, moaning around the toy. Without realizing it, he sped up both hands so the toy thrust into his mouth. That foreign ache twisted his jaw and made his head spin. He took to the toy out and stretched his cheeks.
He kept jerking himself off, and instead of sucking on it, Junsu licked the toy, around the crown and the head, remembering how pliant Changmin’s cock had been against his lips. He needed that, he wanted that, god, he wanted that.
He yanked the toy from his mouth, panting, moaning, whispering Changmin’s name as his orgasm built, twisted and exploded from him, covering his stomach in white. He let his breath settle. Yeah. He was definitely sucking on Changmin’s cock again, no matter what the other said.
--
“So was it good for you?” Yoochun asked as soon as he came to his locker.
Junsu slammed his locker shut. “No.”
“Couldn’t take it?”
“No, but it’s … it’s …”
“Substandard,” Yoochun said.
“Wow, Yoochun. Big word.”
Yoochun made a face. “Well, isn’t it?”
Junsu nodded. “It was awful compared to the real thing. Compared to a cock, which we will say is like a candy bar, a dildo is like a bunch of newspapers tightly compactly bound together by a thin rubber coating.” (***)
Yoochun laughed, the sound echoing through the halls. He threw an arm around Junsu’s shoulder as they walked down the hall. “Does that mean you’re going to give up?”
“No. I … I’m going to practice.”
Yoochun grinned, and just before he turned down a different hall said, “You may want to practice putting it in other holes, too.” He licked his lips and winked.
Junsu stood there being jostled by other students, until what Yoochun said registered in his brain. He blushed and hurried to class. But the seed was planted. And when Junsu put his hands in his pocket, so was a bottle of lube. He blushed even harder in class as he hid it quickly in his bag. Stupid, greasy Yoochun.
Junsu ignored the seed. Ignored the thoughts, or tried to. For a week, he sucked on the dildo while he stroked off. With his brother or his parents home most of the time, he didn’t have a lot of time to experiment.
So he rationalized it. He was already going to hell for wanting to suck on Changmin’s cock, so he faked sick and waited until he was sure the rest of his family was at church.
Showered, clothes off, in bed, Junsu took a deep breath. He covered his fingers in lube. he lifted a leg and pushed a finger into himself. He gasped as his body clenched around it. Tingles shot around his body as he slowly withdrew it and then pushed it back in.
“Fuck,” Junsu gasped.
He hadn’t even touched his cock yet, but it was hard, and already wet against his stomach. Junsu wasn’t a virgin. He’d been with girls before, but he’d never had anyone touch him, push a finger inside him. He added a second one, hissing against the sting. Mouth open, eyes shut tight, he waited a moment and then moved both fingers. As they slipped from his body, they twisted and he moaned, pushing them back in, and then out, again, and again.
His other hand reached for the bed, and his fingers touched the toy. He gripped it tightly and in the next moment had it in his mouth, sucking on it, taking more than half of it before pulling it back, moaning around it in his throat. He couldn’t settle on a rhythm. Without much thought, he rolled over, kneeling. He lowered his head, mouth finding the dildo easily. He moaned, eyes shut as he fucked it, taking even more down his throat. He held it steady with one hand. The other he reached under himself. He paused only long enough to stroke his cock a few times and cup his balls. He reached further and slipped his fingers around his entrance, teasing himself while he continued to suck on the dildo. With a moan of Changmin’s name, Junsu forced his fingers into himself, deeper, faster, spreading. The third finger only hurt for a moment.
He wanted to stroke himself, but he didn’t want to stop sucking on the dildo.
Yoochun’s greasy voice said in his head, “just fuck yourself with it, and then you’ll never want to suck on it again.”
Jusnu made a face and the pleasure in his body dulled. Stupid Yoochun. But isn’t that what he was alone for? Junsu reluctantly let go of the dildo with his mouth. He sighed when his fingers withdrew. He covered the toy in lube. Lots and lots and lots of lube. Something told him that this was probably going to hurt.
He stayed kneeling, but lifted his ass, sliding the toy under him. He shivered as it brushed over his balls and then pushed against his entrance. He teased himself with the fat head. It was definitely bigger than his fingers. With a deep breath, he held the toy still and then lowered his hips.
He cried out at the stretch, as the tip forced past the ring of muscles. He stopped, gasping, trying to get used to it. His body clenched, fighting it, and it hurt, almost too much. With a whimper, he removed it. He sat back, sighing, getting himself under control. After a little while, he tried again. It hurt, but he forced more into his body, gasping as he stretched, as he was too full for it, and the sting. He lifted his hips up and down, pressing the toy in deeper, but after a few more, it hurt too much and he stopped.
Well, it was like the first time sucking on the dildo. He would definitely get used to it.He tossed the dildo to the side, leaned over and shoved his fingers back inside himself. He couldn’t reach that deeply, but he felt how much more stretched his body was. God, he wanted the dildo to feel good inside him. He fingerfucked himself with three fingers, and wrapped his other hand around his cock. He remembered the moment in the bathroom when he’d walked in on JaeChun. What would that feel like? What would it feel like to have Changmin grip his hips, to feel his body pressed against his ass?
With a cry of Changmin’s name, Junsu came all over his blanket.
What would it feel like to come with a cock buried inside his ass?
(***) quoted from Yu
Part 3: Excellent Sucking
Part 1: Bad Sucking
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/Yoochun no longer just 'implied')
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be practicing how to suck cock all day long.
Summary: Junsu needs someone to do his homework. Changmin will do it for a price.
A/N: This is a late b-day fic for cerinityks. I'm sorry it's late baby!!! I love you~~~~~ I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Part 2:
Yoochun found Junsu at the beginning of school the next day. With a smirk, he handed him a piece of paper. “Never thought you’d go through with it.”
“Fuck off,” Junsu said and snatched the paper from his hand.
“Based on that essay though, it was pretty bad. You’ll probably get a C on it, and you know what a C stands for, Su-ah? Average. Average.”
“Shut up,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He read through the essay and he didn’t really see anything wrong with it, but yeah, he didn’t speak English. “Whatever.”
Junsu slammed his locker and headed to his first class. He hadn’t slept well the night before; he’d jerked off again, but still could not get the feel of Changmin’s cock off his lips or his tongue.
He had a feeling though that Changmin would ignore him if he said hi in the hall, or if he even looked at him. And even though Junsu spent the entire school day looking for Changmin, he didn’t see him. At all.
He saw Yoochun though. A lot.
“God, Su, really? Min said it was the worst he’d ever had. He had Jaejoong suck him off three times today and he still couldn’t get the feel of your fail off his cock.”
Junsu leaned his head against his locker. “Yeah, me neither,” he muttered.
“The way he described it, he should have written an essay about how he was writing it for you and you should have gotten an F.”
He ignored Yoochun and went home.
He jerked off three times.
A few days later, when he got his English essay back, the big red C at the top mocked him. He crumpled his hand around it, clenching his teeth.
He wasn’t average, not at anything (the fact that he was worse than average at English crossed his mind, but hey, you couldn’t be good at everything). He was determined to be good at this. And he didn’t fucking care. He would suck Changmin’s cock better than anyone else ever had, including Jaejoong.
During lunch, he stalked through the halls, checking every bathroom, listening. He found them on the third floor. They hadn’t even bothered going into a stall.
Yoochun was on his hands and knees, facing the door. Jaejoong behind him. Yoochun’s school tied had been shoved in his mouth, but it did nothing to stop the moans and pleas echoing through the bathroom. It was the only stitch of clothing either of them were wearing.
Junsu swallowed.
Jaejoong saw him first and winked. The barbell in his eyebrow caught the light. His hand ran up Yoochun’s back and twisted in his hair. Jaejoong yanked him up, and Yoochun practically screamed.
“Say hello to Junsu, babe.”
Yoochun’s eyes opened, and he moaned.
The room was so hot. Junsu blushed as he watched Yoochun stroke his cock. Jaejoong settled back on his haunches and thrust into him shallowly.
Junsu decided that he didn’t care. He made sure the door was shut all the way and watched them. Their moans grew louder, Jaejoong’s thrusts more violent. Yoochun’s head fell to jaejoong’s shoulder. Jaejoong turned his head and licked around the tie. Yoochun shivered.
Junsu’s gaze was drawn to Yoochun’s cock. The tip was almost purple. His hand flew over it, twisting around the head. Light shone on wet, dirty. He moaned, body freezing, and his cock jerked. He stroked it again, and then again. A strand of white come shot from the tip, landing with a splat on the floor and then Jaejoong pushed him forward and he landed on his hands and knees again. A flair of disappoint filled Junsu because he had wanted to watch Yoochun come, but then Jaejoong pulled out, lifted himself to one leg and stroked his cock fast until he came all over Yoochun’s back.
After they both caught their breath, Jaejoong put his arms around Yoochun’s body and pulled him back. Yoochun tried to cuddle into him as Jaejoong tugged on the tie.
Jaejoong laughed. “I know you like being tied up but come on; we’re done. I want to kiss you.”
Yoochun stopped struggling and Jaejoong pulled the tie off. Their lips met in kiss after kiss.
Junsu wondered what Changmin tasted like. What he would kiss like?
Yes, as he watched them, he was willing to admit that it had been hot watching them, but he had no desire to join, no desire to be in Yoochun’s place. He wanted to suck on Changmin’s cock. It was becoming an unhealthy obsession.
“So, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said, “what can we do for you?”
Junsu took a deep breath. “I need your help.”
“With what?” Yoochun asked. Very gingerly he rose, and then he helped Jaejoong up. They moved to a sink and Jaejoong used warm water to clean off Yoochun’s back.
“I need to learn to suck cock.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You should have said something before we were through. You could have sucked on Yoochun.”
“I don’t want to suck on Yoochun. I guess I should say I want to learn to suck on Changmin’s cock.”
“Ah,” Jaejoong said as Yoochun laughed.
They started dressing. “He’s not going to let you again, Su.”
“I don’t care. I want to.”
Jaejoong and Yoochun stared at him for a long time, and Junsu felt his cheeks heat and he looked at the floor.
“Average,” Junsu muttered. “Average!”
Yoochun laughed. “It was worse than average, Su.”
“Help me.”
“I don’t mind getting off again, right now,” Yoochun said and cupped his crotch.
“I need to learn to suck Changmin’s cock,” Junsu said. “I could probably suck on yours pretty easily.”
“Ouch,” Yoochun said with a fake pout.
Jaejoong laughed. “He’s right, Chunnie. Changmin has a monster cock.” He moved right up to Junsu. He crossed his arms, one hand coming up to tap a finger on his chin. “It takes a long time to get good at sucking on a cock like Changmin’s. More than just a day or two. I have something to help you, but …” Jaejoong went to his backpack. He dug around for a moment, and then pulled out a fat red dildo.
“This is about as close to Changmin as you’re going to get unless you want to go to a sex store and buy one that is a bit longer.”
Junsu swallowed.
Jae held it out and after a moment of just staring at it, he grabbed Junsu’s wrist, yanked his arm up and slammed the dildo into his hand. It wobbled. Junsu’s stomach felt like it dropped to his toes.
“Just a word of advice though,” Jaejoong said. “Before you start shoving that thing places, you may want to wash it in hot water, use a tiny bit of soap.”
Junsu forced his fingers to curl around the sex toy meant to feel like a cock. It was close, but nothing would ever compare to the heat from Changmin’s cock. He slowly looked up.
“You carry a dildo in your backpack?” he said, voice cracking.
The two of them laughed, and Jaejoong smirked. They were both fully dressed now, and Yoochun slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Have fun,” Yoochun said and winked. “I know I will when I’m thinking of you playing with that tonight.”
The door shut behind them. Junsu stared at the toy for another moment. The bell rang. He jumped in surprise. Cheeks going even redder, he hastily shoved the dildo into his bag and left the bathroom.
With his flushed face and clammy skin, it was easy to get the nurse to believe he was sick. He left early, sending Junho a text so he wouldn’t worry. Just a slight stomach ache. Nothing a nap wouldn’t cure.
Or an orgasm.
He did as Jaejoong suggested and washed the toy thoroughly. A blush covered his cheeks as it slipped through his hands, covered in soap. Still blushing, Junsu took the clean toy to his room and locked the door. He set it on his bed and stared at it. He started taking his clothes off, but decided it’d be better if he was still in his uniform, rather than looser, fitting clothes.
It’s more like doing homework than pleasuring myself
Junsu wondered if it was weird to get hard just by thinking of someones cock in your mouth. Sitting down, Junsu sighed. Well, he’d better get it over with. He gripped it with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth. He licked his lips and then very slowly, stuck his tongue out and licked the “head” of it. It looked like a cock, but it sure didn’t feel like one. It was harder, more like licking a rubber glove or … or … it was weird. Junsu didn’t like it at all. He covered the top with his lips.
An echo of Changmin’s moan flit through his head, and Junsu knew that was something else he didn’t like about it. No moans. No Changmin. And no soft hand settling on his head.
But the thought of Changmin’s cock had Junsu more determined and he pushed the dildo into his mouth until it gagged him. Over and over, to that point, and then further until he could take another centimeter deep. There was no way that Junsu would take it all. But he had to be patient. Jaejoong said it would take time. Junsu was willing to spend that time. For the chance of Changmin’s cock pushing into his throat like this dildo was, Junsu would do it.
He thought of Changmin’s cock. Hot, warm, leaking precome. Little things he hadn’t noticed before, like how hair had tickled his hand when Junsu had cupped the base of Chagnmin’s cock. The scratch of nails on his scalp when Junsu had actually done something well.
Junsu cock was hard in his pants. He checked the time, and decided that he’d spent enough time “studying”. He took his clothes off, lay back on his bed and stroked himself. He brought the toy to his mouth again and pictured Changmin’s hand on his cock. Changmin stroking him while Junsu swallowed his cock. He stroked faster, moaning around the toy. Without realizing it, he sped up both hands so the toy thrust into his mouth. That foreign ache twisted his jaw and made his head spin. He took to the toy out and stretched his cheeks.
He kept jerking himself off, and instead of sucking on it, Junsu licked the toy, around the crown and the head, remembering how pliant Changmin’s cock had been against his lips. He needed that, he wanted that, god, he wanted that.
He yanked the toy from his mouth, panting, moaning, whispering Changmin’s name as his orgasm built, twisted and exploded from him, covering his stomach in white. He let his breath settle. Yeah. He was definitely sucking on Changmin’s cock again, no matter what the other said.
--
“So was it good for you?” Yoochun asked as soon as he came to his locker.
Junsu slammed his locker shut. “No.”
“Couldn’t take it?”
“No, but it’s … it’s …”
“Substandard,” Yoochun said.
“Wow, Yoochun. Big word.”
Yoochun made a face. “Well, isn’t it?”
Junsu nodded. “It was awful compared to the real thing. Compared to a cock, which we will say is like a candy bar, a dildo is like a bunch of newspapers tightly compactly bound together by a thin rubber coating.” (***)
Yoochun laughed, the sound echoing through the halls. He threw an arm around Junsu’s shoulder as they walked down the hall. “Does that mean you’re going to give up?”
“No. I … I’m going to practice.”
Yoochun grinned, and just before he turned down a different hall said, “You may want to practice putting it in other holes, too.” He licked his lips and winked.
Junsu stood there being jostled by other students, until what Yoochun said registered in his brain. He blushed and hurried to class. But the seed was planted. And when Junsu put his hands in his pocket, so was a bottle of lube. He blushed even harder in class as he hid it quickly in his bag. Stupid, greasy Yoochun.
Junsu ignored the seed. Ignored the thoughts, or tried to. For a week, he sucked on the dildo while he stroked off. With his brother or his parents home most of the time, he didn’t have a lot of time to experiment.
So he rationalized it. He was already going to hell for wanting to suck on Changmin’s cock, so he faked sick and waited until he was sure the rest of his family was at church.
Showered, clothes off, in bed, Junsu took a deep breath. He covered his fingers in lube. he lifted a leg and pushed a finger into himself. He gasped as his body clenched around it. Tingles shot around his body as he slowly withdrew it and then pushed it back in.
“Fuck,” Junsu gasped.
He hadn’t even touched his cock yet, but it was hard, and already wet against his stomach. Junsu wasn’t a virgin. He’d been with girls before, but he’d never had anyone touch him, push a finger inside him. He added a second one, hissing against the sting. Mouth open, eyes shut tight, he waited a moment and then moved both fingers. As they slipped from his body, they twisted and he moaned, pushing them back in, and then out, again, and again.
His other hand reached for the bed, and his fingers touched the toy. He gripped it tightly and in the next moment had it in his mouth, sucking on it, taking more than half of it before pulling it back, moaning around it in his throat. He couldn’t settle on a rhythm. Without much thought, he rolled over, kneeling. He lowered his head, mouth finding the dildo easily. He moaned, eyes shut as he fucked it, taking even more down his throat. He held it steady with one hand. The other he reached under himself. He paused only long enough to stroke his cock a few times and cup his balls. He reached further and slipped his fingers around his entrance, teasing himself while he continued to suck on the dildo. With a moan of Changmin’s name, Junsu forced his fingers into himself, deeper, faster, spreading. The third finger only hurt for a moment.
He wanted to stroke himself, but he didn’t want to stop sucking on the dildo.
Yoochun’s greasy voice said in his head, “just fuck yourself with it, and then you’ll never want to suck on it again.”
Jusnu made a face and the pleasure in his body dulled. Stupid Yoochun. But isn’t that what he was alone for? Junsu reluctantly let go of the dildo with his mouth. He sighed when his fingers withdrew. He covered the toy in lube. Lots and lots and lots of lube. Something told him that this was probably going to hurt.
He stayed kneeling, but lifted his ass, sliding the toy under him. He shivered as it brushed over his balls and then pushed against his entrance. He teased himself with the fat head. It was definitely bigger than his fingers. With a deep breath, he held the toy still and then lowered his hips.
He cried out at the stretch, as the tip forced past the ring of muscles. He stopped, gasping, trying to get used to it. His body clenched, fighting it, and it hurt, almost too much. With a whimper, he removed it. He sat back, sighing, getting himself under control. After a little while, he tried again. It hurt, but he forced more into his body, gasping as he stretched, as he was too full for it, and the sting. He lifted his hips up and down, pressing the toy in deeper, but after a few more, it hurt too much and he stopped.
Well, it was like the first time sucking on the dildo. He would definitely get used to it.He tossed the dildo to the side, leaned over and shoved his fingers back inside himself. He couldn’t reach that deeply, but he felt how much more stretched his body was. God, he wanted the dildo to feel good inside him. He fingerfucked himself with three fingers, and wrapped his other hand around his cock. He remembered the moment in the bathroom when he’d walked in on JaeChun. What would that feel like? What would it feel like to have Changmin grip his hips, to feel his body pressed against his ass?
With a cry of Changmin’s name, Junsu came all over his blanket.
What would it feel like to come with a cock buried inside his ass?
(***) quoted from Yu
Part 3: Excellent Sucking
Part 1: Bad Sucking
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