Practice Makes Perfect 3/3
Title: Practice Makes Perfect 3/3
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 3:
A week later, Junsu decided he’d waited enough. And he’d suffered through enough teasing from Jaejoong and Yoochun. Angry and determined, he stalked to the science room. The door was shut, but he didn’t care. He slammed it open. Changmin was in the corner, which meant that there was someone that Junsu couldn’t see probably with HIS cock in his mouth. Not … Junsu’s cock, but Changmin’s and to Junsu that was not right. Changmin’s cock was his.
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin said, voice amused and breathy. “You’ll have to wait your turn.”
“Fuck that,” Junsu said. He barely looked at the kid on his knees. Some first year, before grabbing him by his school jacket and hauling him to his feet.
He looked confused, and Junsu recognized him.
“Later, Taemin,” Junsu said. “I have to talk to Changmin.”
Taemin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Changmin, and he nodded. “Don’t worry, dongsaeng. Just go.”
Taemin swallowed and Junsu pushed him toward the door. They said nothing until the door shut. Junsu stared at Changmin’s cock. He stroked himself slowly.
“I thought I said I wasn’t going to do anything for you again,” Changmin said. “Why are you here?”
“I--”
Junsu suddenly wasn’t so sure. What if Changmin said no? What if he refused? Junsu wasn’t sure he wanted to suck on anyone else’s cock.
Changmin smirked. His eyes fell shut and his strokes quickened. “I was almost done. Taemin has such a pretty mouth. He’s horrible at sucking cock, too, but god, those lips around me, it’s a dream. He’s better than you were though.”
“Let me try again.”
Changmin snorted. “Yeah, no way. Just thinking of that blow job is enough to wilt my erection. Be a good boy and go away so I can stroke one off.”
Junsu made a noise of irritation. He threw his backpack on the closest table and opened the side compartment. His hand closed around a familiar toy, and fuck, he wanted to know Changmin’s cock as well as he knew this dildo. He pulled it out and then took two steps to Changmin, holding it out.
“I’ve been practicing.”
Changmin’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he covered the incredulous look with a smirk. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“How have you been practicing?”
“I’ve been shoving this thing in my throat wishing it was you for two weeks. Let me try again.”
Changmin smiled. He stretched those long legs in front of him and crossed them at his ankles. He put his hands behind his head. His cock mocked Junsu from where it stuck out of Changmin’s boxers.
“You know,” he said. “I’ve caught JaeChun giggling about something to do with you a few times. It must have been this. And that dildo looks like one Jaejoong owns.”
Junsu blushed. He couldn’t help it.
Changmin laughed. “Fine, fine.” He waved his hand at his cock and spread his legs. “It can’t be any worse than the first one, because really, that was so fucking bad.”
Junsu turned his back and went toward the door.
“What the hell?” Changmin demanded.
Junsu grabbed the trashcan and shoved it under the doorknob. “I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Changmin smirked. “Good thinking.”
He was fucking nervous. This was the guy whose name Junsu moaned while he fucked himself with a dildo. This was the guy whose cock was so addicting that Junsu had developed an obsession after only one blow job.
He fell to his knees between Changmin’s spread legs. With reverence, Junsu touched Changmin’s cock. With only two fingers, along the ridge, down the shaft. He moaned, eyes wide as to not miss the way it jerked under his soft touches. The heat from it was intoxicating. Junsu licked his lips. Changmin’s breath hitched, but Junsu didn’t look up. His eyes were trained on that cock, and the sudden pooling of clear liquid at the tip.
Junsu lifted Changmin’s cock with two fingers. He licked his lips before leaning forward and licking the precome from the tip.
Changmin moaned and Junsu whimpered, because, fuck this was so much better than the damn dildo. The taste, the heat, the response. Tangy, warm, jerking against his lips. Junsu moaned and licked more of the head, around the top and crown. He kept the hold on the base loose, fingers tickled by hair and oh, god, so warm. The dildo was always so fucking cold.
“Junsu, fuck,” Changmin muttered, and that hand settled in Junsu’s hair.
Junsu finally lifted his eyes, meeting Changmin’s lust-blown look. He wasn’t sure what his eyes looked like, but everything was blurry and he felt this goofy smile on his face. Everything was so light, airy, and fucking hot. Junsu let go of Changmin’s cock.
Changmin whined. “Junsu.”
Junsu smirked and unbuttoned his pants. “You’re not the only one who’s hard, Changmin.” Junsu hissed when his hands made contact with his hard cock. He was going to come really soon. He took Changmin’s cock in his hand, no longer soft and reverent. He stroked him, once twice. With another smirk he said, “And just so you know, my mouth is not the only hole that dildo has been preparing for the last week.”
Changmin moaned low in his throat, crying out as Junsu finally put the head of Changmin’s cock into his mouth. Junsu moaned as the soft head gave way under his tongue. He lapped at it, sucked on it, keeping his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft. The taste was intoxicating. There was a citrus flavor to it that Junsu figured was from Taemin’s lips, but once he was done, Changmin wouldn’t even remember Taemin’s name, let alone what he tasted like.
He tongued Changmin’s slit, moaning as more precome pumped into his mouth. He shifted his knees, lowering them. Fingers wrapping around his own cock, he stroked, fast, because he was going to come before Changmin.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Changmin’s hands landed on his head, fingers tugging on his hair. His hips rose and Junsu decided that was a good sign that he’d teased enough. He pushed more of Changmin into his mouth, sliding the head over the roof of his mouth. He moved his hand down, making room for more and more of Changmin’s cock in his throat.
Changmin gasped, and his cock jerked and pulsed.
Junsu kept going, until he gagged, just a little and then pulled back, only a few centimeters. He kept Changmin deep in his throat, holding him up by a thumb and a finger. Hair tickled his nose and lips.
“Shit, Su-ah, fuck.”
Junsu smirked in satisfaction and then sucked, softly, up and down, over and over again, letting Changmin’s cock hit as deep as he could take it. His hands tightened and Junsu slowed with a whimper, letting Changmin take over. He lifted Junsu’s head, and then jerked his hips up harshly, slamming himself into Junsu’s throat.
Junsu moaned, eyes shut tight. The dildo most definitely could not fuck his throat itself. His hand flew over his cock and he whined, moaned, as his orgasm rolled through him fast. Nothing, nothing was ever going to be this good, this hot. He swallowed precome with another moan, and then cried out as his orgasm hit. He gripped Changmin’s thigh as he came, screaming around the cock in his mouth as he covered the floor in puddles of white.
“Oh, shit, Junsu, fuck.” Changmin slowed, his cock pulsing in Junsu’s mouth.
And a dildo could not come in his mouth.
Junsu tried to think past the pleasure in his body, but all he wanted to do was grin like an idiot and snuggle up to Changmin for giving him a fantastic orgasm.
“You … fuck … so much better,” Changmin panted. His thrusts increased, and his cock pulsed, heated, filled. Junsu came back to himself and shoved Changmin deep, tightening his throat. Changmin cried out, and came, body curling over Junsu’s. The first spurt of come made Junsu gag, but he did not pull away, trying to swallow and breathe at the same time. It was too much, too much, and he yanked himself away, falling between Chagnmin’s legs as he coughed.
Changmin slouched back in the chair with a whine. Their heavy breathing filled the room.
“Almost perfect,” Changmin said with a halfhearted sigh.
Junsu licked his lips. He pushed up to this knees and said, “Not my fault a dildo can’t come in my mouth. I’ll need more practice.”
Changmin’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Definitely better than last time.” He reached forward and caressed Junsu’s cheek. “So what do you want?”
“Huh?”
“What do you want? What assignment is due?”
Junsu smiled. “Yeah, no. I got what I wanted. Well, most of what I wanted.”
“Most?”
“Yeah. I know what your cock feels like in my mouth compared to that dildo. But that’s not …”
Changmin growled and yanked Junsu up by his jacket. “Tell me what you want,” he said, lips so close.
Junsu’s breath hitched. He wanted a kiss, but that was too personal. “Fuck me, Changmin, please.”
Changmin moaned and pushed Junsu back, but not enough to make him fall over. “Strip. Naked, Now.”
Jusnu stood up. He kicked his shoes off, jacket shirt, pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d stripped so fast. Changmin snagged the strap of his bag with his foot and yanked it over to them. He picked it up and dug into a pocket. He tossed a couple condoms onto the table and found a bottle of lube.
“Hands and knees, now.”
Junsu moaned and was quick to do as Changmin said. He shivered as Changmin’s hot hands caressed his ass. He jerked in surprise as cool lube dribbled between his buttcheeks.
“Do you have any idea how hot your ass is?” Changmin asked. “So many people at this school want to spread you open and fuck you. But that’s not what you want is it?”
Junsu shook his head. His cock was so hard again, and he was getting lost in lust. “You, just … fuck, just you, Changmin please.” Junsu whined as a finger pressed into him. Oh, god, it felt so much better than his own, reached so much deeper.
“When was the last time you fucked yourself with this dildo?” Changmin asked.
“Last … fuck, last night,” Junsu said, eyes shutting as Changmin added a second finger. Junsu thrust back on them.
“Really? Now, you have to realize that my cock is bigger than that dildo.”
“Fuck, yes, god, please, fuck me with your cock, Min, please.”
Changmin chuckled. He added a third finger, spreading twisting, and Junsu’s eyes crossed. He reached under him to grab his cock. Changmin spanked him. “Don’t. No touching yourself.”
Junsu whimpered. He had to lower himself down. His arms were shaking so much. He cradled his head on his arms, ass in the air.
Changmin swore, and then his fingers were gone.
Junsu sighed, content because the next thing in his ass was going to be Chagnmin’s cock, and god, he wanted it.
He whimpered in disappointment as the familiar feeling of that toy pressed against him.
“Changmin,” he said, gasping as the toy pushed into him.
“What?”
“Want you … please, I hate that thing so much. I want to feel you.”
Changmin chuckled. “Soon.”
Junsu whined and then cried out as Changmin shoved the toy in him all at once. “Fuck, you bitch.”
Changmin laughed as he rotated the toy. “Nope. You’re my bitch.”
“Oh, god, Min, if only that were true.”
Changmin slowed the toy. “What do you mean?”
Junsu shut his eyes, trying to think. “I … fuck … I … don’t want anyone else. I … “
Changmin stopped the toy completely inside Junsu.
“I … Yoochun offered, fuck so did Jaejoong, but I didn’t want to learn from them. I didn’t want … only your cock, Min. Just yours and now … fuck, I’m … fuck move the toy please, fuck please, Changmin.”
Changmin moved the toy to the side, and stopped.
“Oh, god, please Changmin, please.”
“Just my cock?”
“Yes, fuck, but I … fuck, I don’t want anyone else. No one else is good enough.” Junsu cried out as Changmin ripped the toy from him. His body clenched around empty, and Junsu moaned. “Please, Changmin, fuck me, please.”
Foil crinkled and Junsu whined in anticipation. He hadn’t thought of the condom thing, but yeah, he had no idea where Changmin had been or where anyone else had been. He didn’t want to feel a condom. He wanted to feel Changmin’s cock, but it was better to be safe. He knew that, and he hated that.
“Just my cock?” Changmin said, pressing the head against Junsu’s entrance.
Junsu cried out, screamed, “Yes, please, fuck me, Changmin, please.”
“Not so loud, dumb ass,” Changmin said, caressing Junsu’s ass. His cheeks spread and Junsu bit down on his arm and Changmin thrust into him, half way, pulling out, pushing in.
Junsu’s body shook. So much better than the toy. Each fingertip burned where it gripped his ass, and a moment later, their bodies pressed together and Junsu had never been so full, so fucking horny and eager. He rolled his hips down and back, causing Changmin to whine low in his throat.
Changmin moaned. “I’m taking that as permission for fuck you, so yeah …” He thrust out and in, hard, and Junsu couldn’t stop his moans as Changmin pulled him back as he thrust forward. Their bodies smacked together and Junsu’s orgasm coiled though him. Ebbing. Twisting.
“Fuck, Junsu, so … fuck.”
“Harder, Changmin. Please, harder.” The dildo could not fuck him harder.
Changmin grunted. “Pushy, needy …” Changmin sped up and Junsu had to bite his arm again. But it was enough. That cock stretching him open and pressing deep inside his body, deeper than anything or anyone would ever reach again.
“Fuck, Min, Min. Fuck. Just … almost … I … fuck.” Junsu shot up to this hands. Changmin grunted in surprise at the changed angle. Junsu touched his cock, stroking only twice before he was coming, mouth open in a long whine as he made another mess all over the floor.
“Fuck, Junsu, so … fuck …”
Junsu smiled, so content as Changmin’s thrusts slowed. He whined when Changmin pulled out, and then arched up as warm and wet splattered over his back.
Changmin gasped out another curse word and Junsu’s name again. And Junsu decided he’d never tire of Changmin saying his name.
He stayed on the floor, trying to get feeling back into his knees and legs. Harsh paper scraped over his back.
“Not bad, Junsu-hyung,” Changmin said. “Not bad at all.”
“Nope.” Junsu knew he should have gotten up, but he didn’t want to, didn’t want the moment to end. He listened to Changmin move around, the sound of cloth and books echoed through the room.
“See you around, hyung,” Changmin said, and the door suddenly shut.
That got Junsu moving. He sat up quickly, and his eyes went wide, and his chest tightened. What … he didn’t dare believe that Changmin had just left like that. His breath hitched. Feeling used and beaten, Junsu very slowly dressed in his discarded clothes. He shouldn’t have expected more. He should have seen this coming. A good fuck did not mean that Changmin was going to be his. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
Junsu sighed. The red dildo was still on the desk. He hated the sight of it even more.
“Fuck him,” Junsu muttered though he didn’t mean it. He put the dildo back in his bag and left the room.
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The next day, Junsu found JaeChun making out up on the roof. He tossed the toy next to them and said, “I don’t want to ever see that thing again.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow in question.
“Su?” Yoochun said, cautiously.
“Whatever, just … “
Yoochun stood up and grabbed Junsu’s arm before he could move away. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing happened, and I … just … leave me alone.”
Yoochun let him go. Junsu left the roof. Through the day he snapped at his friends, he didn’t pay attention in class, and he actually shouted at his brother after being asked again if he was alright.
After school, Junsu headed to his locker instead of to the soccer field. Yoochun was there. He didn’t say anything but held out a sheaf of papers for him.
Junsu took them, and saw that it wasn’t just one assignment, but foru of them. Another essay in English, Chemistry problems, a Literature analysis and two short essays for history. He snorted and crumbled them all up in a ball.
“Su?”
“Shut up, Yoochun.”
“Must have been good.”
“Shut up--”
“He’s been distracted all day. Always with this far off look on his face.”
“So what?”
“Just saying …”
“Well don’t, okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Look, Su, I …”
Junsu slammed his locker. As he walked away, Yoochun shouted after him, “He said he wouldn’t be in the science room today.”
Junsu stopped and looked back at him.
“He wouldn’t explain,” Yoochun said.
“Yeah, so what?”
“It must have been good,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu’s throat tightened. “Yeah, it was, right up to the point where he left me on the floor, naked and used. Now, fuck off.”
Junsu turned again and left the school. He went right to his room, laid on his bared and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
The next morning, with a rumpled uniform, and barely a care to what he looked like, Junsu went to school.
Again, Yoochun was waiting for him by their lockers. He shook his head and said, “Yeah, this is going to impress him.”
“Fuck. Off,” Junsu said as he gathered his things for class.
“No. Look. Changmin is …”
“I don’t give a fuck what he is. Leave me alone.” Junsu tried to walk away, but Yoochun grabbed his arm.
“You’re coming with me, now.”
Junsu tried to break free, but Yoochun manhandled him into a bathroom. Jaejoong was already there and he took one look at Junsu and gasped.
Yoochun pushed him to the mirror and held his arms while Jaejoong started working on his hair.
He tsked at Junsu and said, “You know, Changmin has refused offers for two days. Even from me,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu tried to jerk away from his hands. “Good for him. Let me go.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun untucked his shirt in, straightening his tie, but not completely. In a matter of five minutes, they transformed Junsu from slobby, raggedy homeless man, to devil-may-care, sexy, devilishy rumpled.
“So much better.”
Junsu sighed. “I hate you both.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed his cheek. Junsu made a noise and batted him away.
“Give him a couple days, Su-ah,” Jaejoong said. “Changmin’s thinking about you.”
“I. Don’t. Care.”
“Yes, you do.”
The two of them left and Junsu stared at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he did care. He’d thrown his heart at Changmin, and all Changmin wanted was a fuck. He felt used and no one to blame but himself. He’d fallen in love with Changmin because of a fucking dildo.
Junsu sighed and went to class. He tried to pay attention, but couldn’t. A lot of people (guys and girls) were staring at him and he cursed JaeChun for it. It was probably the longest day of his entire life.
He turned down the hall where his locker was and stopped in shock. Changmin was leaning against the wall, playing on his phone.
Well, Junsu wasn’t going to talk to him.
Junsu took a deep breath and walked to his locker, ignoring him. He felt Changmin’s eyes on him, but Changmin didn’t say anything. As the seconds turned to minutes, Junsu’s cheeks heated with anger. He slammed his locker shut and headed down the hall.
“Did you mean it?” Chagnmin asked suddenly.
“Mean what?” Junsu said, and cursed himself. So much for not talking to him.
“What you said, the other day, about no one else?”
Junsu sighed and turned around. He met Changmin’s eyes. “Yes, I meant it. But does that matter?”
“It might.”
“Oh, well, let me just fawn after you and wait for you to decide then. Fuck you.”
“Junsu.”
“Shut up, Changmin.”
Junsu left him in the hallway, cursing himself even more as he walked away. He would not feel like someone’s hole to fuck. If Changmin wanted that, he knew where to get it.
Later that night, after dinner, Junsu sat on his bed, glaring at the ceiling again.
“Bro?” Junho said as he pushed the door open. “You alr … I mean … I …”
Junsu sighed and curled on his side. “No, I’m not alright.”
“What’s going on?”
“Can you keep a secret?”
Junho smiled. “Really? You’re asking me that?”
“This is a big secret, bro.”
“Yeah. I can.”
Junsu sat up and without looking at Junho told him everything that had happened. Well, a shortened version of it. He didn’t need to know details about Junsu’s fucking himself with Jaejoong’s dildo.
Junho was silent through it all. “Huh,” is all he said after Junsu finished.
“Do you hate me?”
“Of course not.”
“What should I do?”
“You like Changmin.”
“I don’t even know him. I like his cock.”
Junho smiled. “You want to know him.”
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But he … it’s like he took that option completely away from me and I should have seen it coming, but … “ Junsu sighed. “I’m just being delusional, aren’t I?”
“Not necessarily. He came and talked to you today. That counts for something. You need to be honest with him.”
“I know. Thanks, bro.”
Junho gave him a one armed hug. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
Junsu laid back on bed and thought. Changmin had come to talk to him. That had to mean something, right?
He tried not to get his hopes up.
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Junsu made sure he looked decent for school. He tried to emulate what Jaejoong had done to his hair, but to no avail. He ran his hands through it, shook it and left it messy around his head. With a loose tie, and shirt untucked, he went to school.
He experienced a sense of dejavu as he came to his locker and saw Changmin there.
“Hey, Changmin,” Junsu said, voice strained.
Changmin smiled. “Hi, hyung.”
“What do you want?”
Changmin smile fell and he stammered, “I … I’m sorry. I … really, I was so confused and I … yeah, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Whatever.”
“Don’t, hyung. I mean it. And I …”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Please, Min, just …”
Changmin’s face fell.
“I … I want to walk you to class.”
Junsu rose an eyebrow at him. “Am I a girl?” he asked even as his heart fluttered with hope.
Changmin blushed, and Junsu decided that was the cutest thing in the entire world.
Junsu sighed. “Fine, but you’re not carrying my books for me.”
Changmin smiled widely at him.
Junsu shook his head. “So what does that mean?”
“I … I like you, hyung.”
As the red deepened on Changmin’s cheeks, Junsu laughed.
“Shut up,” Changmin muttered. “I … I do. And don’t be mean. I’ve never confessed to anyone before.”
“Me neither,” Junsu said.
“I … “ Changmin swallowed. “I want to kiss you.”
Junsu looked around the hall. There were a lot of interested gazes turned in their direction.
“And?”
“I … come, on, Su, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I know. It’s weird, but kissing is … I want to kiss you, please.”
“Right here,” Junsu said, voice low, “where everyone can see?”
Changmin nodded. “I want them all to know that I’m not for sale anymore.”
Junsu’s breath hitched. “Well, I’m still going to charge you.”
Changmin frowned.
“If you want my ass, I want you in my throat. That’s my payment.”
“God,” Changmin breathed. He suddenly had Junsu pinned to the lockers.
“Think you can handle that, dongsaeng,” Junsu asked, smiling up at Changmin.
“A blow job before or after I fuck you?”
“Or both?”
Changmin’s eyes rolled back and he nodded. “Yeah. I … I can handle that.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I …” Changmin bit his lower lip. “I … might be bad.”
“Probably, but you’ll learn. We can practice and practice and practice until you’re good at it.”
Changmin smiled and leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Part 2: Decent 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 3:
A week later, Junsu decided he’d waited enough. And he’d suffered through enough teasing from Jaejoong and Yoochun. Angry and determined, he stalked to the science room. The door was shut, but he didn’t care. He slammed it open. Changmin was in the corner, which meant that there was someone that Junsu couldn’t see probably with HIS cock in his mouth. Not … Junsu’s cock, but Changmin’s and to Junsu that was not right. Changmin’s cock was his.
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin said, voice amused and breathy. “You’ll have to wait your turn.”
“Fuck that,” Junsu said. He barely looked at the kid on his knees. Some first year, before grabbing him by his school jacket and hauling him to his feet.
He looked confused, and Junsu recognized him.
“Later, Taemin,” Junsu said. “I have to talk to Changmin.”
Taemin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Changmin, and he nodded. “Don’t worry, dongsaeng. Just go.”
Taemin swallowed and Junsu pushed him toward the door. They said nothing until the door shut. Junsu stared at Changmin’s cock. He stroked himself slowly.
“I thought I said I wasn’t going to do anything for you again,” Changmin said. “Why are you here?”
“I--”
Junsu suddenly wasn’t so sure. What if Changmin said no? What if he refused? Junsu wasn’t sure he wanted to suck on anyone else’s cock.
Changmin smirked. His eyes fell shut and his strokes quickened. “I was almost done. Taemin has such a pretty mouth. He’s horrible at sucking cock, too, but god, those lips around me, it’s a dream. He’s better than you were though.”
“Let me try again.”
Changmin snorted. “Yeah, no way. Just thinking of that blow job is enough to wilt my erection. Be a good boy and go away so I can stroke one off.”
Junsu made a noise of irritation. He threw his backpack on the closest table and opened the side compartment. His hand closed around a familiar toy, and fuck, he wanted to know Changmin’s cock as well as he knew this dildo. He pulled it out and then took two steps to Changmin, holding it out.
“I’ve been practicing.”
Changmin’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he covered the incredulous look with a smirk. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“How have you been practicing?”
“I’ve been shoving this thing in my throat wishing it was you for two weeks. Let me try again.”
Changmin smiled. He stretched those long legs in front of him and crossed them at his ankles. He put his hands behind his head. His cock mocked Junsu from where it stuck out of Changmin’s boxers.
“You know,” he said. “I’ve caught JaeChun giggling about something to do with you a few times. It must have been this. And that dildo looks like one Jaejoong owns.”
Junsu blushed. He couldn’t help it.
Changmin laughed. “Fine, fine.” He waved his hand at his cock and spread his legs. “It can’t be any worse than the first one, because really, that was so fucking bad.”
Junsu turned his back and went toward the door.
“What the hell?” Changmin demanded.
Junsu grabbed the trashcan and shoved it under the doorknob. “I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Changmin smirked. “Good thinking.”
He was fucking nervous. This was the guy whose name Junsu moaned while he fucked himself with a dildo. This was the guy whose cock was so addicting that Junsu had developed an obsession after only one blow job.
He fell to his knees between Changmin’s spread legs. With reverence, Junsu touched Changmin’s cock. With only two fingers, along the ridge, down the shaft. He moaned, eyes wide as to not miss the way it jerked under his soft touches. The heat from it was intoxicating. Junsu licked his lips. Changmin’s breath hitched, but Junsu didn’t look up. His eyes were trained on that cock, and the sudden pooling of clear liquid at the tip.
Junsu lifted Changmin’s cock with two fingers. He licked his lips before leaning forward and licking the precome from the tip.
Changmin moaned and Junsu whimpered, because, fuck this was so much better than the damn dildo. The taste, the heat, the response. Tangy, warm, jerking against his lips. Junsu moaned and licked more of the head, around the top and crown. He kept the hold on the base loose, fingers tickled by hair and oh, god, so warm. The dildo was always so fucking cold.
“Junsu, fuck,” Changmin muttered, and that hand settled in Junsu’s hair.
Junsu finally lifted his eyes, meeting Changmin’s lust-blown look. He wasn’t sure what his eyes looked like, but everything was blurry and he felt this goofy smile on his face. Everything was so light, airy, and fucking hot. Junsu let go of Changmin’s cock.
Changmin whined. “Junsu.”
Junsu smirked and unbuttoned his pants. “You’re not the only one who’s hard, Changmin.” Junsu hissed when his hands made contact with his hard cock. He was going to come really soon. He took Changmin’s cock in his hand, no longer soft and reverent. He stroked him, once twice. With another smirk he said, “And just so you know, my mouth is not the only hole that dildo has been preparing for the last week.”
Changmin moaned low in his throat, crying out as Junsu finally put the head of Changmin’s cock into his mouth. Junsu moaned as the soft head gave way under his tongue. He lapped at it, sucked on it, keeping his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft. The taste was intoxicating. There was a citrus flavor to it that Junsu figured was from Taemin’s lips, but once he was done, Changmin wouldn’t even remember Taemin’s name, let alone what he tasted like.
He tongued Changmin’s slit, moaning as more precome pumped into his mouth. He shifted his knees, lowering them. Fingers wrapping around his own cock, he stroked, fast, because he was going to come before Changmin.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Changmin’s hands landed on his head, fingers tugging on his hair. His hips rose and Junsu decided that was a good sign that he’d teased enough. He pushed more of Changmin into his mouth, sliding the head over the roof of his mouth. He moved his hand down, making room for more and more of Changmin’s cock in his throat.
Changmin gasped, and his cock jerked and pulsed.
Junsu kept going, until he gagged, just a little and then pulled back, only a few centimeters. He kept Changmin deep in his throat, holding him up by a thumb and a finger. Hair tickled his nose and lips.
“Shit, Su-ah, fuck.”
Junsu smirked in satisfaction and then sucked, softly, up and down, over and over again, letting Changmin’s cock hit as deep as he could take it. His hands tightened and Junsu slowed with a whimper, letting Changmin take over. He lifted Junsu’s head, and then jerked his hips up harshly, slamming himself into Junsu’s throat.
Junsu moaned, eyes shut tight. The dildo most definitely could not fuck his throat itself. His hand flew over his cock and he whined, moaned, as his orgasm rolled through him fast. Nothing, nothing was ever going to be this good, this hot. He swallowed precome with another moan, and then cried out as his orgasm hit. He gripped Changmin’s thigh as he came, screaming around the cock in his mouth as he covered the floor in puddles of white.
“Oh, shit, Junsu, fuck.” Changmin slowed, his cock pulsing in Junsu’s mouth.
And a dildo could not come in his mouth.
Junsu tried to think past the pleasure in his body, but all he wanted to do was grin like an idiot and snuggle up to Changmin for giving him a fantastic orgasm.
“You … fuck … so much better,” Changmin panted. His thrusts increased, and his cock pulsed, heated, filled. Junsu came back to himself and shoved Changmin deep, tightening his throat. Changmin cried out, and came, body curling over Junsu’s. The first spurt of come made Junsu gag, but he did not pull away, trying to swallow and breathe at the same time. It was too much, too much, and he yanked himself away, falling between Chagnmin’s legs as he coughed.
Changmin slouched back in the chair with a whine. Their heavy breathing filled the room.
“Almost perfect,” Changmin said with a halfhearted sigh.
Junsu licked his lips. He pushed up to this knees and said, “Not my fault a dildo can’t come in my mouth. I’ll need more practice.”
Changmin’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Definitely better than last time.” He reached forward and caressed Junsu’s cheek. “So what do you want?”
“Huh?”
“What do you want? What assignment is due?”
Junsu smiled. “Yeah, no. I got what I wanted. Well, most of what I wanted.”
“Most?”
“Yeah. I know what your cock feels like in my mouth compared to that dildo. But that’s not …”
Changmin growled and yanked Junsu up by his jacket. “Tell me what you want,” he said, lips so close.
Junsu’s breath hitched. He wanted a kiss, but that was too personal. “Fuck me, Changmin, please.”
Changmin moaned and pushed Junsu back, but not enough to make him fall over. “Strip. Naked, Now.”
Jusnu stood up. He kicked his shoes off, jacket shirt, pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d stripped so fast. Changmin snagged the strap of his bag with his foot and yanked it over to them. He picked it up and dug into a pocket. He tossed a couple condoms onto the table and found a bottle of lube.
“Hands and knees, now.”
Junsu moaned and was quick to do as Changmin said. He shivered as Changmin’s hot hands caressed his ass. He jerked in surprise as cool lube dribbled between his buttcheeks.
“Do you have any idea how hot your ass is?” Changmin asked. “So many people at this school want to spread you open and fuck you. But that’s not what you want is it?”
Junsu shook his head. His cock was so hard again, and he was getting lost in lust. “You, just … fuck, just you, Changmin please.” Junsu whined as a finger pressed into him. Oh, god, it felt so much better than his own, reached so much deeper.
“When was the last time you fucked yourself with this dildo?” Changmin asked.
“Last … fuck, last night,” Junsu said, eyes shutting as Changmin added a second finger. Junsu thrust back on them.
“Really? Now, you have to realize that my cock is bigger than that dildo.”
“Fuck, yes, god, please, fuck me with your cock, Min, please.”
Changmin chuckled. He added a third finger, spreading twisting, and Junsu’s eyes crossed. He reached under him to grab his cock. Changmin spanked him. “Don’t. No touching yourself.”
Junsu whimpered. He had to lower himself down. His arms were shaking so much. He cradled his head on his arms, ass in the air.
Changmin swore, and then his fingers were gone.
Junsu sighed, content because the next thing in his ass was going to be Chagnmin’s cock, and god, he wanted it.
He whimpered in disappointment as the familiar feeling of that toy pressed against him.
“Changmin,” he said, gasping as the toy pushed into him.
“What?”
“Want you … please, I hate that thing so much. I want to feel you.”
Changmin chuckled. “Soon.”
Junsu whined and then cried out as Changmin shoved the toy in him all at once. “Fuck, you bitch.”
Changmin laughed as he rotated the toy. “Nope. You’re my bitch.”
“Oh, god, Min, if only that were true.”
Changmin slowed the toy. “What do you mean?”
Junsu shut his eyes, trying to think. “I … fuck … I … don’t want anyone else. I … “
Changmin stopped the toy completely inside Junsu.
“I … Yoochun offered, fuck so did Jaejoong, but I didn’t want to learn from them. I didn’t want … only your cock, Min. Just yours and now … fuck, I’m … fuck move the toy please, fuck please, Changmin.”
Changmin moved the toy to the side, and stopped.
“Oh, god, please Changmin, please.”
“Just my cock?”
“Yes, fuck, but I … fuck, I don’t want anyone else. No one else is good enough.” Junsu cried out as Changmin ripped the toy from him. His body clenched around empty, and Junsu moaned. “Please, Changmin, fuck me, please.”
Foil crinkled and Junsu whined in anticipation. He hadn’t thought of the condom thing, but yeah, he had no idea where Changmin had been or where anyone else had been. He didn’t want to feel a condom. He wanted to feel Changmin’s cock, but it was better to be safe. He knew that, and he hated that.
“Just my cock?” Changmin said, pressing the head against Junsu’s entrance.
Junsu cried out, screamed, “Yes, please, fuck me, Changmin, please.”
“Not so loud, dumb ass,” Changmin said, caressing Junsu’s ass. His cheeks spread and Junsu bit down on his arm and Changmin thrust into him, half way, pulling out, pushing in.
Junsu’s body shook. So much better than the toy. Each fingertip burned where it gripped his ass, and a moment later, their bodies pressed together and Junsu had never been so full, so fucking horny and eager. He rolled his hips down and back, causing Changmin to whine low in his throat.
Changmin moaned. “I’m taking that as permission for fuck you, so yeah …” He thrust out and in, hard, and Junsu couldn’t stop his moans as Changmin pulled him back as he thrust forward. Their bodies smacked together and Junsu’s orgasm coiled though him. Ebbing. Twisting.
“Fuck, Junsu, so … fuck.”
“Harder, Changmin. Please, harder.” The dildo could not fuck him harder.
Changmin grunted. “Pushy, needy …” Changmin sped up and Junsu had to bite his arm again. But it was enough. That cock stretching him open and pressing deep inside his body, deeper than anything or anyone would ever reach again.
“Fuck, Min, Min. Fuck. Just … almost … I … fuck.” Junsu shot up to this hands. Changmin grunted in surprise at the changed angle. Junsu touched his cock, stroking only twice before he was coming, mouth open in a long whine as he made another mess all over the floor.
“Fuck, Junsu, so … fuck …”
Junsu smiled, so content as Changmin’s thrusts slowed. He whined when Changmin pulled out, and then arched up as warm and wet splattered over his back.
Changmin gasped out another curse word and Junsu’s name again. And Junsu decided he’d never tire of Changmin saying his name.
He stayed on the floor, trying to get feeling back into his knees and legs. Harsh paper scraped over his back.
“Not bad, Junsu-hyung,” Changmin said. “Not bad at all.”
“Nope.” Junsu knew he should have gotten up, but he didn’t want to, didn’t want the moment to end. He listened to Changmin move around, the sound of cloth and books echoed through the room.
“See you around, hyung,” Changmin said, and the door suddenly shut.
That got Junsu moving. He sat up quickly, and his eyes went wide, and his chest tightened. What … he didn’t dare believe that Changmin had just left like that. His breath hitched. Feeling used and beaten, Junsu very slowly dressed in his discarded clothes. He shouldn’t have expected more. He should have seen this coming. A good fuck did not mean that Changmin was going to be his. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
Junsu sighed. The red dildo was still on the desk. He hated the sight of it even more.
“Fuck him,” Junsu muttered though he didn’t mean it. He put the dildo back in his bag and left the room.
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The next day, Junsu found JaeChun making out up on the roof. He tossed the toy next to them and said, “I don’t want to ever see that thing again.”
Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow in question.
“Su?” Yoochun said, cautiously.
“Whatever, just … “
Yoochun stood up and grabbed Junsu’s arm before he could move away. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing happened, and I … just … leave me alone.”
Yoochun let him go. Junsu left the roof. Through the day he snapped at his friends, he didn’t pay attention in class, and he actually shouted at his brother after being asked again if he was alright.
After school, Junsu headed to his locker instead of to the soccer field. Yoochun was there. He didn’t say anything but held out a sheaf of papers for him.
Junsu took them, and saw that it wasn’t just one assignment, but foru of them. Another essay in English, Chemistry problems, a Literature analysis and two short essays for history. He snorted and crumbled them all up in a ball.
“Su?”
“Shut up, Yoochun.”
“Must have been good.”
“Shut up--”
“He’s been distracted all day. Always with this far off look on his face.”
“So what?”
“Just saying …”
“Well don’t, okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Look, Su, I …”
Junsu slammed his locker. As he walked away, Yoochun shouted after him, “He said he wouldn’t be in the science room today.”
Junsu stopped and looked back at him.
“He wouldn’t explain,” Yoochun said.
“Yeah, so what?”
“It must have been good,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu’s throat tightened. “Yeah, it was, right up to the point where he left me on the floor, naked and used. Now, fuck off.”
Junsu turned again and left the school. He went right to his room, laid on his bared and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
The next morning, with a rumpled uniform, and barely a care to what he looked like, Junsu went to school.
Again, Yoochun was waiting for him by their lockers. He shook his head and said, “Yeah, this is going to impress him.”
“Fuck. Off,” Junsu said as he gathered his things for class.
“No. Look. Changmin is …”
“I don’t give a fuck what he is. Leave me alone.” Junsu tried to walk away, but Yoochun grabbed his arm.
“You’re coming with me, now.”
Junsu tried to break free, but Yoochun manhandled him into a bathroom. Jaejoong was already there and he took one look at Junsu and gasped.
Yoochun pushed him to the mirror and held his arms while Jaejoong started working on his hair.
He tsked at Junsu and said, “You know, Changmin has refused offers for two days. Even from me,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu tried to jerk away from his hands. “Good for him. Let me go.”
“Nope.”
Yoochun untucked his shirt in, straightening his tie, but not completely. In a matter of five minutes, they transformed Junsu from slobby, raggedy homeless man, to devil-may-care, sexy, devilishy rumpled.
“So much better.”
Junsu sighed. “I hate you both.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed his cheek. Junsu made a noise and batted him away.
“Give him a couple days, Su-ah,” Jaejoong said. “Changmin’s thinking about you.”
“I. Don’t. Care.”
“Yes, you do.”
The two of them left and Junsu stared at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he did care. He’d thrown his heart at Changmin, and all Changmin wanted was a fuck. He felt used and no one to blame but himself. He’d fallen in love with Changmin because of a fucking dildo.
Junsu sighed and went to class. He tried to pay attention, but couldn’t. A lot of people (guys and girls) were staring at him and he cursed JaeChun for it. It was probably the longest day of his entire life.
He turned down the hall where his locker was and stopped in shock. Changmin was leaning against the wall, playing on his phone.
Well, Junsu wasn’t going to talk to him.
Junsu took a deep breath and walked to his locker, ignoring him. He felt Changmin’s eyes on him, but Changmin didn’t say anything. As the seconds turned to minutes, Junsu’s cheeks heated with anger. He slammed his locker shut and headed down the hall.
“Did you mean it?” Chagnmin asked suddenly.
“Mean what?” Junsu said, and cursed himself. So much for not talking to him.
“What you said, the other day, about no one else?”
Junsu sighed and turned around. He met Changmin’s eyes. “Yes, I meant it. But does that matter?”
“It might.”
“Oh, well, let me just fawn after you and wait for you to decide then. Fuck you.”
“Junsu.”
“Shut up, Changmin.”
Junsu left him in the hallway, cursing himself even more as he walked away. He would not feel like someone’s hole to fuck. If Changmin wanted that, he knew where to get it.
Later that night, after dinner, Junsu sat on his bed, glaring at the ceiling again.
“Bro?” Junho said as he pushed the door open. “You alr … I mean … I …”
Junsu sighed and curled on his side. “No, I’m not alright.”
“What’s going on?”
“Can you keep a secret?”
Junho smiled. “Really? You’re asking me that?”
“This is a big secret, bro.”
“Yeah. I can.”
Junsu sat up and without looking at Junho told him everything that had happened. Well, a shortened version of it. He didn’t need to know details about Junsu’s fucking himself with Jaejoong’s dildo.
Junho was silent through it all. “Huh,” is all he said after Junsu finished.
“Do you hate me?”
“Of course not.”
“What should I do?”
“You like Changmin.”
“I don’t even know him. I like his cock.”
Junho smiled. “You want to know him.”
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But he … it’s like he took that option completely away from me and I should have seen it coming, but … “ Junsu sighed. “I’m just being delusional, aren’t I?”
“Not necessarily. He came and talked to you today. That counts for something. You need to be honest with him.”
“I know. Thanks, bro.”
Junho gave him a one armed hug. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
Junsu laid back on bed and thought. Changmin had come to talk to him. That had to mean something, right?
He tried not to get his hopes up.
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Junsu made sure he looked decent for school. He tried to emulate what Jaejoong had done to his hair, but to no avail. He ran his hands through it, shook it and left it messy around his head. With a loose tie, and shirt untucked, he went to school.
He experienced a sense of dejavu as he came to his locker and saw Changmin there.
“Hey, Changmin,” Junsu said, voice strained.
Changmin smiled. “Hi, hyung.”
“What do you want?”
Changmin smile fell and he stammered, “I … I’m sorry. I … really, I was so confused and I … yeah, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Whatever.”
“Don’t, hyung. I mean it. And I …”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Please, Min, just …”
Changmin’s face fell.
“I … I want to walk you to class.”
Junsu rose an eyebrow at him. “Am I a girl?” he asked even as his heart fluttered with hope.
Changmin blushed, and Junsu decided that was the cutest thing in the entire world.
Junsu sighed. “Fine, but you’re not carrying my books for me.”
Changmin smiled widely at him.
Junsu shook his head. “So what does that mean?”
“I … I like you, hyung.”
As the red deepened on Changmin’s cheeks, Junsu laughed.
“Shut up,” Changmin muttered. “I … I do. And don’t be mean. I’ve never confessed to anyone before.”
“Me neither,” Junsu said.
“I … “ Changmin swallowed. “I want to kiss you.”
Junsu looked around the hall. There were a lot of interested gazes turned in their direction.
“And?”
“I … come, on, Su, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I know. It’s weird, but kissing is … I want to kiss you, please.”
“Right here,” Junsu said, voice low, “where everyone can see?”
Changmin nodded. “I want them all to know that I’m not for sale anymore.”
Junsu’s breath hitched. “Well, I’m still going to charge you.”
Changmin frowned.
“If you want my ass, I want you in my throat. That’s my payment.”
“God,” Changmin breathed. He suddenly had Junsu pinned to the lockers.
“Think you can handle that, dongsaeng,” Junsu asked, smiling up at Changmin.
“A blow job before or after I fuck you?”
“Or both?”
Changmin’s eyes rolled back and he nodded. “Yeah. I … I can handle that.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I …” Changmin bit his lower lip. “I … might be bad.”
“Probably, but you’ll learn. We can practice and practice and practice until you’re good at it.”
Changmin smiled and leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Part 2: Decent Sucking
Part 1: Bad Sucking
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