Bent Kisses 8/8
Title: Bent Kisses 8/8
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
Rating: R (This chapter is borderline NC-17)
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
The end of this fic is borderline NC-17
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 8:
Yunho waited outside the library for twenty minutes. The air was cold, and dark storm clouds gathered. He sighed as the clock ticked closer to noon. He pulled out his phone to call Yoochun, and then stopped. This … it was a date. Why hadn’t he called to say he’d be late? He had a feeling this was what Yoochun had felt like the day before when he hadn’t shown up at the coffee shop.
He started to send a text, but then his phone vibrated and flashed. A picture of Yoochun smiling came up and under it, it said, fun_in_the_chun is calling
Yunho didn’t even hesitate to answer it.
“Yunnie, sorry. I need directions.”
“Directions?”
“Yeah, what’s the quickest way to get into your pants?”
Yunho laughed. “You fucker.”
“Anyway. Sorry. Professor Cranston kept talking. You still waiting for me?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“Okay. Since I’m running late, meet me at my dorms and that’s closer and really, I just want to see you.”
Yunho smiled and his heart did a little thumpity thump dance in his chest. “Yeah. Okay. See you soon.”
“Soon isn’t soon enough.” Yoochun hung up.
Yunho jogged. Not too fast; he didn’t want to sweat, but it was cold enough out to rationalize it, and he really wanted to see Yoochun as soon as possible. He came up to the dorms, and then laughed as Yoochun came into view. He was wearing a coat and a huge bright green scarf that covered most of his face. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his blue jeans.
“You’d be a lot warmer if you wore shoes and not flip flops,” Yunho said.
Yoochun’s eyes crinkled and what he said was muffled behind the scarf. Yunho hooked a finger into it and pulled it down. “What was that?”
“I said, I’d be a lot warmer if we were naked and in bed.”
Yunho blushed, and Yoochun laughed.
It was the middle of the day and despite the approaching storm, there were many students around. Yunho took a deep breath, and his little inner Jaejoong said Fuck them all, Yunnie. Yunho pulled Yoochun to him by the scarf. His fingertips were cold against Yoochun’s warm cheeks, but his lips were hot. Yoochun sighed into the press of lips and his body arched against Yunho’s. His hand curled around the hem of Yunho’s jacket. He whimpered at the first touch of tongue, and Yunho’s head went light. Yoochun’s chilled fingers found their way into his hair and he sped the kiss up, tossing Yunho into the storm clouds. Each slide of lips felt like another somersault through the clouds.
Yoochun pulled away only far enough to say, “Just two more, you owe me.” His lips brushed against Yunho’s. Yunho smiled, pressed their foreheads together.
He puckered his lips against Yoochun’s. “Now, just one more.” A quick peck. “All caught up.”
Yoochun pouted, and Yunho moaned, sucking his plump lower lip into his mouth. Yoochun chuckled into the kiss, making Yunho’s lips tingle. He slid his hands up Yoochun’s sides, under his jacket, holding him close as they got lost in another long kiss.
“Take it to a bedroom!” someone shouted, and Yunho turned his head, only to find Jaejoong and Adam laughing at them. Jaejoong had his arm through Adam’s, and Adam looked slightly dazed.
“Oh, god, I can’t believe he caved,” Yoochun whispered, lips against Yunho’s cheek.
“Well, it’s Jaejoong.”
“When Jaejoong first met you, he swore he’d have you in bed in a week and you didn’t cave.”
“I never kissed him.”
“I know. That’s my point. I still don’t know how you managed.”
“I was straight.”
“Past tense. Hm, I like that past tense.”
Yunho lifted his hand, flipped JaeDam off and then turned his head to kiss Yoochun again.
“God, Yunho, I … I actually had something planned today and you’re distracting me with your lips.”
“Well, I had nothing planned but being with you, so it’s your choice. Kiss me, or we do what you wanted to do.”
Yoochun moaned. They kissed again and Yoochun’s hands slipped into Yunho’s back pockets. Yunho grunted as Yoochun squeezed.
With more control than Yunho had, Yoochun suddenly pushed away. Gasping, eyes shut.
Yunho laughed. “Aw, Chunnie. Kiss me.”
Yoochun shook his head. “L-later. L-l-later.” He picked up a bag at his feet. “Here, Mister Muscles. You carry this.”
Yunho swung it over his arm. “What is this?”
“It’s today’s lunch. And I’m carrying this.” Yoochun wrapped a very familiar blanket around him.
“Jaejoong is going to kill you.”
“He didn’t kill me for snagging up his biggest crush.”
“Yeah, but his sister gave him that blanket.”
“He’ll survive. We’re just going to sit on it. And I’ll be sure to swallow so there won’t be any come stains on it.”
Yunho laughed. They headed away from campus, and after a few minutes, Yunho pouted and said, “I don’t like that blanket. I can’t hold your hand.”
Yoochun smiled. He flipped up one side, draping it over his arm and then held out his hand. Yunho tangled their fingers together.
“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” Yunho said.
“Shouldn’t that be my line, Mister But-I’m-Straight?”
Yunho shook his head. “No. I … I like you, a lot. But you know me. My image means a lot to me. What people think. And I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to overcome that. That you’re not …”
“Running away and getting it from an easier target?”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah.”
“I like you, too,” Yoochun said. “I always have. Jaejoong was always like, ‘why aren’t you better friends with Yunho’ and well, I always wanted to be, but we run in different crowds with Jaejoong as a common point to fall back on.”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah. Same here.”
The wind picked up, taking with it any semblance of warmth. The sky darkened.
“Damn it,” Yoochun said. “I hope it won’t rain yet.”
They entered the park, walking a little faster to a patch of grass. Yoochun whipped the blanket down to the ground and then took the bag from Yunho.
Yunho kneeled, sitting on his feet, hands on his thighs.
“What’s for lunch?”
“I paid Jaejoong to cook for us.”
“What?”
Yoochun pulled out a container. “Japchae, kimchi, rice.”
“Oh my god, I love Jaejoong.” Yunho grabbed chopstick and attacked the Japchae.
Yoochun chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
Yunho swallowed what was in his mouth, yanked Yoochun to him by the scarf and kissed him. “Thank you.”
They ate, shivering as darker clouds obscured everything. Yunho looked up, opened his mouth as the first rain drop hit and said, “I think it’s going to rain.”
“Brilliant.” Yoochun packed up the containers. “Let’s go find some place covered.”
Yunho nodded. “Good idea.”
A minute later, wind blew fat, cold raindrops on them, and then it was pouring. Yoochun grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around him. Their hands met and fingers entwined and then they ran through the rain. There was a picnic table with a covering, and they headed there, until Yunho stopped and tugged Yoochun the other way.
“Yunho?”
Yunho looked over his shoulder and smiled through the rain.
Yoochun cursed him under his breath in a mixture of Korean and English, but he followed as Yunho led the way to the playground equipment. His foot slipped on the ladder, and then he vaulted up to the highest platform. At the mouth of the slide was a covering, like a castle tower, and Yunho ducked under it and sat down. The rain pelted on the plastic. Yoochun shivered as he joined Yunho and with a few minor adjustments, they huddled against each other, wrapped up in Jaejoong’s flowery pink and blue blanket.
They listened to the rain.
Yoochun said, “Everything is better when it’s wetter.”
Yunho chuckled. “This gives you an excuse to hold my body against you.”
Yoochun nodded and tightened his hold around Yunho’s waist. He lifted his head and their lips met. It was barely a kiss, and then Yunho pulled away. He pushed wet hair off Yoochun’s cheek and then leaned forward and blew hot air against his skin. Yoochun shivered.
“Heat you up,” Yunho whispered and licked up around his ear.
“Fuck yes. Make me hot.”
“You’re already hot,” Yunho said. He adjusted his hold on Yoochun’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’m going to make you melt.”
“Like cheese,” Yoochun said.
Yunho laughed. “God, you just love to spoil the moment.” He cut Yoochun’s reply off with a demanding kiss. There was no build up to deep reaching tongues, mouths wide open, breaths shared and stolen. Yunho let his body flow, rocking against Yoochun’s with each tongue reaching kiss. Yoochun moaned, and his leg hooked around Yunho’s. Yunho slid back until their feet were on the top of the slide. He kept one arm under Yoochun’s neck, pillowing his head, as he laid Yoochun against the metal platform. Yoochun’s leg wrapped around his waist
For a moment, they weren’t outside, they weren’t wanting shelter from the pouring rain. Their kiss was louder than the raindrops, whipped around them faster than the wind, made them shake from more than cold air. Their skin pebbled from the built-up anticipation of three days with nothing but kisses.
Yoochun whined, hips twisted and Yunho felt his erection pressed against his thigh.
“Yunnie, fuck. Yunho.”
Yunho unwound the scarf until he could reach the warm skin of Yoochun’s neck. He left an imprint of burning lips and red bites down and across his throat. Yoochun’s hands grabbed his hips, fingers twisting into belt loops. With a half-cry, he lifted his ass, and Yunho lowered his body.
“Fuck!” Yoochun shouted, but it was lost in the wind, twisted with their panting.
Yunho attacked his lips again, tangling his free hand in Yoochun’s long hair. Their frotting settled with the heavy kiss, bodies pressing together at the same time their tongues touched.
Yunho had never felt anything so erotic, so hot, so amazing as this moment. Every sensation twisted through his body before settling low in his stomach. Everything ached, waiting to release.
“Oh, god, Yunho, don’t stop, please.”
“You want to come in your pants?”
“Oh, fuck, please. Please make me come in my pants.”
“Someone might notice.”
“Fuck, we’re both soaking wet.” His eyes shut tight and he moaned as Yunho rolled his hips a different way. “No one … fuck, no one is going to notice.”
The chill turned into a deeper need to move faster, get hotter and warmer. His mind twisted, vision black behind his eyes, spotted with white and gray and then colors, so many blaring bright colors. He bit down on Yoochun lower lip, moaned something that sounded like Yoochun’s name, but ending with a grunt and a whine as he came, and everything shattered.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho, please … don’t stop, please. So close.”
Yunho blinked hard, trying to clear his head and keep his body moving. Yoochun whined more and then he cursed as Yunho lifted his body away.
“Yun-oh fuck,” Yoochun’s eyes shut tight as Yunho grabbed the bulge of his erection. “More, more. Fuck. More. More.” Yoochun’s fingers tangled around his belt, and Yunho unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. He reached into Yoochun’s boxers and stroked, hand cold against the heat of Yoochun’s erection.
It felt foreign, and yet familiar in his hand. His fingers curled around Yoochun’s cock more than they did his own, but it was the same movements, the same twist at the tip, the same squeeze at the base. The same heat, the same pulsing need of an impending orgasm.
Yoochun cried out, back arching off the metal platform. His mouth opened and his tongue lay against his lower lip. Yunho sped up, stroking faster, and leaned down to capture that lip between his teeth again. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, following late, if at all. His mouth just stayed open in a gasp as Yunho chewed on his lower lip.
“Oh, Yunho, fuck. Twist … hard, just …”
Yunho obeyed the broken command, squeezing tighter, jerking his wrist to the right, and then Yoochun practically screamed, shouted his name and his cock filled, jerked, and pulsed, throwing white strands of come up onto his jacket. Yunho slowed his strokes, but did not let go.
Yoochun whined and grabbed Yunho’s jacket hauling him down for a desperate kiss that Yunho was more than willing to give. Their breaths settled, their bodies relaxed as their lips and tongues slowed, pleasure draining from their bodies.
“Oh, god, that was amazing,” Yoochun said. “Fuck. Easily, top ten hottest orgasms, ever.”
Yunho chuckled. “Thank you … I guess.”
Yoochun laughed and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck as they kissed again shifting until they were together, complete. The sound of the rain above them and the feel of the wind came back, reminding them where they were.
“I can’t believe we just did this here,” Yunho said.
“Your fault for being sexy.”
“Yeah, but … I suddenly feel weird. We’re in a playground.”
“Hm, it’s hot,” Yoochun said even as he shivered.
“Yes, but we should get back. It’s going to get really cold out here and my pants are full of come.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, okay. In a minute. Kiss me again.”
Yunho knew he’d never say no to that command. The kiss was short though, Yoochun’s shivering body activated Yunho’s protective streak and he pulled away. Yoochun pouted.
“You’re freezing, and your cock is hanging out of your pants.”
“My cock should be in your mouth.”
Yunho’s breath caught, and then he smiled. “Not here.”
“We’re going to have to work on destroying your sense of shame and your sense of propriety.”
“You want me to turn into Jaejoong.”
Yoochun laughed. “No, not that bad.” He shifted and tucked his cock back into his pants. “God, this jacket is ruined.”
Yunho grinned. “Just be glad there’s no come on Jaejoong’s blanket.”
“Oh, god, I know. I love my balls attached to my body.”
With clothes straightened, they started getting up, but Yoochun just adjusted the blanket around them and said, “I don’t want to go back yet.”
“It’s cold, Yoochun.”
“Not with you here,” Yoochun said and nuzzled against Yunho’s shoulder.
“Come in my pants, remember?”
“Just a few more minutes.”
“Okay.”
They sat quietly, listening to the rain, exchanging kisses and smiles and hugs.
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“Come on.”
“No, Jaejoong.”
“Come on!”
“No.”
“You two suck. You played last week.”
“Well, last week neither of us had a boyfriend, so it was okay.”
“Come on. It’s just us here. We’re all friends. Not a huge party.”
“No. Adam, please rein in your slut.”
“How many times have I told you not to get me involved in your marital disputes?”
“He’s your wife!”
“Chunnie, come on. Let’s just play. It’s not a huge deal.”
“Yes, it is!”
“Why?”
“Because what if you have to kiss someone else. I don’t want you kissing anyone else. Your kisses are mine.”
“You don’t have to kiss to fuck.”
“Shut up, Adam!”
Epilogue (NC-17): Frantic Thrusts
Part 7: Soft Hearts
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun (YunJae!Bffery, JaeChun!Bffery, ninja!Changmin/Junsu, ninja Jaejoong/MC)
Rating: R (This chapter is borderline NC-17)
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine so I could make them question their sexuality by inventing games so they had to kiss each other (and me).
Summary: Yunho is having fun studying abroad in America. He has a lot of friends, some Korean, most not. The girls love him because he's tall and exotic. When one of his best friends decides to play matchmaker, Yunho isn't sure if he should let him, because well, even if he is a damn good kisser, Yoochun is a guy. And Yunho is straight.
A/N: this fic is for all you 2U lovers out there, and the only warning it needs is "massive amounts of kissing, and massive amounts of fluff".
The end of this fic is borderline NC-17
Poster credit goes to dami_ah! Thank you darling, I love it! ♥♥♥
Part 8:
Yunho waited outside the library for twenty minutes. The air was cold, and dark storm clouds gathered. He sighed as the clock ticked closer to noon. He pulled out his phone to call Yoochun, and then stopped. This … it was a date. Why hadn’t he called to say he’d be late? He had a feeling this was what Yoochun had felt like the day before when he hadn’t shown up at the coffee shop.
He started to send a text, but then his phone vibrated and flashed. A picture of Yoochun smiling came up and under it, it said, fun_in_the_chun is calling
Yunho didn’t even hesitate to answer it.
“Yunnie, sorry. I need directions.”
“Directions?”
“Yeah, what’s the quickest way to get into your pants?”
Yunho laughed. “You fucker.”
“Anyway. Sorry. Professor Cranston kept talking. You still waiting for me?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“Okay. Since I’m running late, meet me at my dorms and that’s closer and really, I just want to see you.”
Yunho smiled and his heart did a little thumpity thump dance in his chest. “Yeah. Okay. See you soon.”
“Soon isn’t soon enough.” Yoochun hung up.
Yunho jogged. Not too fast; he didn’t want to sweat, but it was cold enough out to rationalize it, and he really wanted to see Yoochun as soon as possible. He came up to the dorms, and then laughed as Yoochun came into view. He was wearing a coat and a huge bright green scarf that covered most of his face. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his blue jeans.
“You’d be a lot warmer if you wore shoes and not flip flops,” Yunho said.
Yoochun’s eyes crinkled and what he said was muffled behind the scarf. Yunho hooked a finger into it and pulled it down. “What was that?”
“I said, I’d be a lot warmer if we were naked and in bed.”
Yunho blushed, and Yoochun laughed.
It was the middle of the day and despite the approaching storm, there were many students around. Yunho took a deep breath, and his little inner Jaejoong said Fuck them all, Yunnie. Yunho pulled Yoochun to him by the scarf. His fingertips were cold against Yoochun’s warm cheeks, but his lips were hot. Yoochun sighed into the press of lips and his body arched against Yunho’s. His hand curled around the hem of Yunho’s jacket. He whimpered at the first touch of tongue, and Yunho’s head went light. Yoochun’s chilled fingers found their way into his hair and he sped the kiss up, tossing Yunho into the storm clouds. Each slide of lips felt like another somersault through the clouds.
Yoochun pulled away only far enough to say, “Just two more, you owe me.” His lips brushed against Yunho’s. Yunho smiled, pressed their foreheads together.
He puckered his lips against Yoochun’s. “Now, just one more.” A quick peck. “All caught up.”
Yoochun pouted, and Yunho moaned, sucking his plump lower lip into his mouth. Yoochun chuckled into the kiss, making Yunho’s lips tingle. He slid his hands up Yoochun’s sides, under his jacket, holding him close as they got lost in another long kiss.
“Take it to a bedroom!” someone shouted, and Yunho turned his head, only to find Jaejoong and Adam laughing at them. Jaejoong had his arm through Adam’s, and Adam looked slightly dazed.
“Oh, god, I can’t believe he caved,” Yoochun whispered, lips against Yunho’s cheek.
“Well, it’s Jaejoong.”
“When Jaejoong first met you, he swore he’d have you in bed in a week and you didn’t cave.”
“I never kissed him.”
“I know. That’s my point. I still don’t know how you managed.”
“I was straight.”
“Past tense. Hm, I like that past tense.”
Yunho lifted his hand, flipped JaeDam off and then turned his head to kiss Yoochun again.
“God, Yunho, I … I actually had something planned today and you’re distracting me with your lips.”
“Well, I had nothing planned but being with you, so it’s your choice. Kiss me, or we do what you wanted to do.”
Yoochun moaned. They kissed again and Yoochun’s hands slipped into Yunho’s back pockets. Yunho grunted as Yoochun squeezed.
With more control than Yunho had, Yoochun suddenly pushed away. Gasping, eyes shut.
Yunho laughed. “Aw, Chunnie. Kiss me.”
Yoochun shook his head. “L-later. L-l-later.” He picked up a bag at his feet. “Here, Mister Muscles. You carry this.”
Yunho swung it over his arm. “What is this?”
“It’s today’s lunch. And I’m carrying this.” Yoochun wrapped a very familiar blanket around him.
“Jaejoong is going to kill you.”
“He didn’t kill me for snagging up his biggest crush.”
“Yeah, but his sister gave him that blanket.”
“He’ll survive. We’re just going to sit on it. And I’ll be sure to swallow so there won’t be any come stains on it.”
Yunho laughed. They headed away from campus, and after a few minutes, Yunho pouted and said, “I don’t like that blanket. I can’t hold your hand.”
Yoochun smiled. He flipped up one side, draping it over his arm and then held out his hand. Yunho tangled their fingers together.
“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” Yunho said.
“Shouldn’t that be my line, Mister But-I’m-Straight?”
Yunho shook his head. “No. I … I like you, a lot. But you know me. My image means a lot to me. What people think. And I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to overcome that. That you’re not …”
“Running away and getting it from an easier target?”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah.”
“I like you, too,” Yoochun said. “I always have. Jaejoong was always like, ‘why aren’t you better friends with Yunho’ and well, I always wanted to be, but we run in different crowds with Jaejoong as a common point to fall back on.”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah. Same here.”
The wind picked up, taking with it any semblance of warmth. The sky darkened.
“Damn it,” Yoochun said. “I hope it won’t rain yet.”
They entered the park, walking a little faster to a patch of grass. Yoochun whipped the blanket down to the ground and then took the bag from Yunho.
Yunho kneeled, sitting on his feet, hands on his thighs.
“What’s for lunch?”
“I paid Jaejoong to cook for us.”
“What?”
Yoochun pulled out a container. “Japchae, kimchi, rice.”
“Oh my god, I love Jaejoong.” Yunho grabbed chopstick and attacked the Japchae.
Yoochun chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
Yunho swallowed what was in his mouth, yanked Yoochun to him by the scarf and kissed him. “Thank you.”
They ate, shivering as darker clouds obscured everything. Yunho looked up, opened his mouth as the first rain drop hit and said, “I think it’s going to rain.”
“Brilliant.” Yoochun packed up the containers. “Let’s go find some place covered.”
Yunho nodded. “Good idea.”
A minute later, wind blew fat, cold raindrops on them, and then it was pouring. Yoochun grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around him. Their hands met and fingers entwined and then they ran through the rain. There was a picnic table with a covering, and they headed there, until Yunho stopped and tugged Yoochun the other way.
“Yunho?”
Yunho looked over his shoulder and smiled through the rain.
Yoochun cursed him under his breath in a mixture of Korean and English, but he followed as Yunho led the way to the playground equipment. His foot slipped on the ladder, and then he vaulted up to the highest platform. At the mouth of the slide was a covering, like a castle tower, and Yunho ducked under it and sat down. The rain pelted on the plastic. Yoochun shivered as he joined Yunho and with a few minor adjustments, they huddled against each other, wrapped up in Jaejoong’s flowery pink and blue blanket.
They listened to the rain.
Yoochun said, “Everything is better when it’s wetter.”
Yunho chuckled. “This gives you an excuse to hold my body against you.”
Yoochun nodded and tightened his hold around Yunho’s waist. He lifted his head and their lips met. It was barely a kiss, and then Yunho pulled away. He pushed wet hair off Yoochun’s cheek and then leaned forward and blew hot air against his skin. Yoochun shivered.
“Heat you up,” Yunho whispered and licked up around his ear.
“Fuck yes. Make me hot.”
“You’re already hot,” Yunho said. He adjusted his hold on Yoochun’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’m going to make you melt.”
“Like cheese,” Yoochun said.
Yunho laughed. “God, you just love to spoil the moment.” He cut Yoochun’s reply off with a demanding kiss. There was no build up to deep reaching tongues, mouths wide open, breaths shared and stolen. Yunho let his body flow, rocking against Yoochun’s with each tongue reaching kiss. Yoochun moaned, and his leg hooked around Yunho’s. Yunho slid back until their feet were on the top of the slide. He kept one arm under Yoochun’s neck, pillowing his head, as he laid Yoochun against the metal platform. Yoochun’s leg wrapped around his waist
For a moment, they weren’t outside, they weren’t wanting shelter from the pouring rain. Their kiss was louder than the raindrops, whipped around them faster than the wind, made them shake from more than cold air. Their skin pebbled from the built-up anticipation of three days with nothing but kisses.
Yoochun whined, hips twisted and Yunho felt his erection pressed against his thigh.
“Yunnie, fuck. Yunho.”
Yunho unwound the scarf until he could reach the warm skin of Yoochun’s neck. He left an imprint of burning lips and red bites down and across his throat. Yoochun’s hands grabbed his hips, fingers twisting into belt loops. With a half-cry, he lifted his ass, and Yunho lowered his body.
“Fuck!” Yoochun shouted, but it was lost in the wind, twisted with their panting.
Yunho attacked his lips again, tangling his free hand in Yoochun’s long hair. Their frotting settled with the heavy kiss, bodies pressing together at the same time their tongues touched.
Yunho had never felt anything so erotic, so hot, so amazing as this moment. Every sensation twisted through his body before settling low in his stomach. Everything ached, waiting to release.
“Oh, god, Yunho, don’t stop, please.”
“You want to come in your pants?”
“Oh, fuck, please. Please make me come in my pants.”
“Someone might notice.”
“Fuck, we’re both soaking wet.” His eyes shut tight and he moaned as Yunho rolled his hips a different way. “No one … fuck, no one is going to notice.”
The chill turned into a deeper need to move faster, get hotter and warmer. His mind twisted, vision black behind his eyes, spotted with white and gray and then colors, so many blaring bright colors. He bit down on Yoochun lower lip, moaned something that sounded like Yoochun’s name, but ending with a grunt and a whine as he came, and everything shattered.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho, please … don’t stop, please. So close.”
Yunho blinked hard, trying to clear his head and keep his body moving. Yoochun whined more and then he cursed as Yunho lifted his body away.
“Yun-oh fuck,” Yoochun’s eyes shut tight as Yunho grabbed the bulge of his erection. “More, more. Fuck. More. More.” Yoochun’s fingers tangled around his belt, and Yunho unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. He reached into Yoochun’s boxers and stroked, hand cold against the heat of Yoochun’s erection.
It felt foreign, and yet familiar in his hand. His fingers curled around Yoochun’s cock more than they did his own, but it was the same movements, the same twist at the tip, the same squeeze at the base. The same heat, the same pulsing need of an impending orgasm.
Yoochun cried out, back arching off the metal platform. His mouth opened and his tongue lay against his lower lip. Yunho sped up, stroking faster, and leaned down to capture that lip between his teeth again. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, following late, if at all. His mouth just stayed open in a gasp as Yunho chewed on his lower lip.
“Oh, Yunho, fuck. Twist … hard, just …”
Yunho obeyed the broken command, squeezing tighter, jerking his wrist to the right, and then Yoochun practically screamed, shouted his name and his cock filled, jerked, and pulsed, throwing white strands of come up onto his jacket. Yunho slowed his strokes, but did not let go.
Yoochun whined and grabbed Yunho’s jacket hauling him down for a desperate kiss that Yunho was more than willing to give. Their breaths settled, their bodies relaxed as their lips and tongues slowed, pleasure draining from their bodies.
“Oh, god, that was amazing,” Yoochun said. “Fuck. Easily, top ten hottest orgasms, ever.”
Yunho chuckled. “Thank you … I guess.”
Yoochun laughed and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck as they kissed again shifting until they were together, complete. The sound of the rain above them and the feel of the wind came back, reminding them where they were.
“I can’t believe we just did this here,” Yunho said.
“Your fault for being sexy.”
“Yeah, but … I suddenly feel weird. We’re in a playground.”
“Hm, it’s hot,” Yoochun said even as he shivered.
“Yes, but we should get back. It’s going to get really cold out here and my pants are full of come.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, okay. In a minute. Kiss me again.”
Yunho knew he’d never say no to that command. The kiss was short though, Yoochun’s shivering body activated Yunho’s protective streak and he pulled away. Yoochun pouted.
“You’re freezing, and your cock is hanging out of your pants.”
“My cock should be in your mouth.”
Yunho’s breath caught, and then he smiled. “Not here.”
“We’re going to have to work on destroying your sense of shame and your sense of propriety.”
“You want me to turn into Jaejoong.”
Yoochun laughed. “No, not that bad.” He shifted and tucked his cock back into his pants. “God, this jacket is ruined.”
Yunho grinned. “Just be glad there’s no come on Jaejoong’s blanket.”
“Oh, god, I know. I love my balls attached to my body.”
With clothes straightened, they started getting up, but Yoochun just adjusted the blanket around them and said, “I don’t want to go back yet.”
“It’s cold, Yoochun.”
“Not with you here,” Yoochun said and nuzzled against Yunho’s shoulder.
“Come in my pants, remember?”
“Just a few more minutes.”
“Okay.”
They sat quietly, listening to the rain, exchanging kisses and smiles and hugs.
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“Come on.”
“No, Jaejoong.”
“Come on!”
“No.”
“You two suck. You played last week.”
“Well, last week neither of us had a boyfriend, so it was okay.”
“Come on. It’s just us here. We’re all friends. Not a huge party.”
“No. Adam, please rein in your slut.”
“How many times have I told you not to get me involved in your marital disputes?”
“He’s your wife!”
“Chunnie, come on. Let’s just play. It’s not a huge deal.”
“Yes, it is!”
“Why?”
“Because what if you have to kiss someone else. I don’t want you kissing anyone else. Your kisses are mine.”
“You don’t have to kiss to fuck.”
“Shut up, Adam!”
Epilogue (NC-17): Frantic Thrusts
Part 7: Soft Hearts
Part 6: Confused Emotions
Part 5: Doubting Thoughts
Part 4: Tight Jeans
Part 3: Hard Walls
Part 2: Innocent Playground
Part 1: Naughty Jenga
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