Cousins 1/3
Title: Cousins 1/3
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't want to be related to them in any way, because that would just make my dreams/fantasies really awkward. I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't.
Summary: It started out as practice.
Warning: underage experimentation and sex, incest (JaeSu are first cousins)
Poster by 0xkaiia0x - thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 1:
Five years old:
"Girls are gross."
Jaejoong nodded. "They really are. But Minyoo says we won't always think that."
Junsu tilted his head toward Jaejoong. Half his face was covered by the long grass they were lying in. "What?"
"She says that boys always think girls are gross, and then they get over it. When we're older, she says."
"Your sisters are weird."
"But they aren't gross," Jaejoong pointed out.
Junsu thought about that and nodded. "You're right. So maybe when we're older we won't think girls are gross."
"I don't know. It's okay if I do think they're gross."
"Why?"
"Because we have each other, and I don't think you're gross." Jaejoong held his hand out and Junsu took it with a delighted smile.
"Best friends forever, yeah?"
"Yep, because we're best friends and we're family. We have the best of everything."
Seven years old:
Jaejoong ran around the side of the house, ignoring what his mother said, calling for Junsu. Junsu didn't say anything, but Jaejoong knew where to find him.
"Don't go far!" Junsu's mom shouted. "We'll be eating in an hour."
"Okay, Auntie!"
Jaejoong slowed as he came toward the rose bushes. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled through the small opening in the bushes. Thorns snagged on his shirt and the cloth tore. Jaejoong didn't care.
Junsu was already there, lying on his back in the small clearing the rose bushes made. Sunlight hit his face. Jaejoong smiled.
"Yah! Dongsaeng!" Jaejoong said and jumped on him.
Junsu laughed and they tickled each other until their energy ran out. Junsu lay on his side, head against Jaejoong's chest, with Jaejoong's arms around him.
"What should we do today?" Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. "Dunno."
"Wanna play soccer? I'll give you a three goal lead."
Jaejoong shoved him off. "You're so mean."
Junsu laughed and hugged his knees. "I'm so glad you're not a girl."
"What? Why?"
"Because I won't ever think you're gross."
Nine years old:
"So guess what Jaelin said?"
"Huh?"
"She said that when I don't think girls are gross anymore, that I'm going to want to kiss one."
Junsu made a face. "Ew. Why would you want to kiss a girl?"
"I don't! That's what Jaelin said."
"That's so gross."
"I know, but ... but what if it's true one day?" Jaejoong kneeled on the grass, hands just above his knees. He leaned toward Junsu. "What if I do want to kiss a girl?"
Junsu frowned. "Then I guess ... I don't know. Kiss her."
"What if I'm bad at it? What if I want to kiss a girl, so I kiss her and then I'm bad at it. Then what? Then she won't want to kiss me again."
"You could kiss different girls."
Jaejoong's eyes went wide. "What if I kiss a couple of girls and they say I'm bad and they tell all the other girls and then no girls want to kiss me ever ever ever ever again?"
"You should practice."
"Practice kissing?"
"Yeah, like on a pillow or something. Pretend it's a girl and practice."
"How am I supposed to practice on a pillow that doesn't have lips?"
"Good point." Junsu looked up at the sky for a moment. With a cry he sat up. "We can practice."
"What?"
"Let's practice with each other. I don't think you're gross and you don't think I'm gross, so we don't have to worry about being disgusted."
"But we ... we're boys. Boys can't kiss each other."
Junsu rolled his eyes. "Well, duh, but we're only doing it for practice for when we want to kiss a girl."
Jaejoong licked his lips. "I don't know, Su-ah. What if we get caught?"
"We won't. We'll just kiss right here. Where no one can find us. And it's just for practice, right? So when we're good at it, we can stop."
"How do we know if we're good at it?"
Junsu shrugged. "A girl would tell us, I think. They're usually pretty honest."
Jaejoong thought about if for a moment and then said, "Okay. Kiss me."
"Nope. You kiss me."
"Why?"
"This is your practice, and the guy always kisses the girl, so I'll pretend to be your girl."
"O-okay." Jaejoong shuffled closer, and Junsu shuffled closer.
Junsu shut his eyes and puckered up his lips. Jaejoong wanted to laugh, because Junsu looked really funny, but he was his friend, and he was helping. Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward until their lips bumped. They both jerked away.
"That sucked."
"How do you know?" Jaejoong demanded.
"Because you almost smashed my face in. Did you shut your eyes?"
"Yes."
"The guy never shuts his eyes. Come on. Try again. And hit my lips this time."
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. Junsu shut his eyes and puckered up again. Jaejoong took a deep breath. He kept his eyes opened and leaned forward. Again, their lips met and Jaejoong's eyes stayed open and their lips stayed together, and then Junsu's mouth relaxed and Jaejoong felt wetness on his lip and they both jerked apart.
"Does it have to be wet?" Jaejoong asked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Junsu rolled his eyes again. "Well, duh, it's your mouth. Is your mouth ever dry?"
"No. Can we try again?"
"Sure."
Jaejoong licked his lips just before they kissed again, and he hadn't meant to, but Junsu didn't pull away. Their lips slid together, sort of like they locked, with Junsu's lower lip between Jaejoong's. They held the kiss for a long time. Jaejoong started counting. He didn't know how long a kiss was supposed to last, but he figured the girl would tell him. Junsu broke away when Jaejoong hit twenty-four.
"I think that was better," Junsu said and nodded. "Let's do it again."
They kissed over and over until Junsu's mom called them in for dinner.
Eleven years old:
Jaejoong had to drop to his stomach and shimmy under the overgrown rose bushes. The thorns snagged on his shirt and then his arm.
"Ow, shit," Jaejoong muttered, going a bit faster.
Junsu laughed at him.
"Shut up," Jaejoong said. Finally free, he sat cross-legged and brought his arm up to look at his elbow and the line of red. He licked his other finger and rubbed it on the scratch, wincing a little.
Junsu grabbed his elbow. "You're fine."
"It's a battle wound."
"Baby." He stuck his tongue out and Jaejoong leaned forward quickly and bit down on it.
Junsu cried out and yanked away. "You jerk."
"Now who is the baby?" Jaejoong stuck his tongue out and Junsu pounced, throwing them both to the ground. Jaejoong laughed, and with arms around Junsu's waist, quickly pinned him to the ground.
"No fair!" Junsu said and tried to shove him off.
"What's not fair? I'm stronger than you."
Junsu crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out again.
Jaejoong bit his lip and without really thinking, leaned down and kissed him. Junsu made a surprised noise, but his eyes shut and his mouth relaxed. Just like they'd practiced. Jaejoong smiled and shut his eyes, too. They were good enough at kissing that Jaejoong didn't have to watch what he was doing.
"How long are you staying?" Junsu asked when they finally stopped kissing (seventy-eight seconds).
"Just tonight, like everyone else. Mom says she has to work tomorrow night."
Junsu sighed. "Junho kissed a girl last week."
"Really? What did he say?"
"It was wet."
Jaejoong laughed.
"And I told him, well, duh. It's a mouth."
Jaejoong laughed harder.
"I figure he'll realize that he needs to practice with someone too."
"You didn't tell him?" Jaejoong asked, suddenly serious.
Junsu rolled his eyes. "Well, no, dumb ass. We promised."
Jaejoong rolled over on his back with a relieved sigh.
"You think I'd tell?"
"Of course not. It's just ... " Jaejoong bit his lip.
Junsu propped up and looked at him. "Just what?"
"I don't know. Do you think we ... should we ..." Jaejoong couldn't look at him.
"You want to stop?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "Aren't we good enough now?"
"M-maybe. How do I know?"
Jaejoong sat up, his back to Junsu. "I think we're pretty good."
"So you want to stop."
Jaejoong shook his head. "Is that bad?"
Junsu said nothing. Jaejoong didn't know what to say either.
"I don't think it's bad," Junsu finally said. (Fifty-eight seconds of silence.)
Jaejoong turned his head, and Junsu was right next to him. His arm curled around Jaejoong's back and their lips touched.
"I don't think it's bad that I want to kiss you," Junsu finished. He bit his lower lip, cheeks turning bright red, and then moved away. He laid flat and shimmied out of their hiding spot.
They played soccer all afternoon, and didn't kiss again until just before Jaejoong left. They hid behind a tree and Jaejoong was relieved that it wasn't weird between them anymore.
Thirteen years old:
"Where's Junsu?" Jaejoong asked after properly greeting his aunt and uncle.
"He's in his room, playing video games."
"Of course he is," Jaejoong muttered. He started up the stairs, silently wishing Junsu had been outside. He knocked on the door and pushed it open when Junsu said to come in. His gaze flicked to the door, saw Jaejoong and his mouth spread in a grin. Hitting pause, he launched up and any worry Jaejoong had about things being awkward between them were gone as Junsu's lips pressed against his. They hadn't seen each other for almost a year, and the last time Junsu had been at his house, they had never been alone. Jaejoong had counted. It'd been one year, three months and six days since the last time they kissed.
Jaejoong shut the door, leaned against it. His arms found their way around Junsu's waist and held him tightly.
"Hey," Junsu whispered, more of a breath than a word. His mouth opened and his tongue moved on his lip, touching Jaejoong's too.
Jaejoong shivered and tried to hold him tighter. Their tongues barely touched, and Junsu shivered and Jaejoong turned his head and tried not to blush.
They didn't talk about practicing kissing anymore.
Junsu kissed his cheek. "Come look at this awesome game Mom bought for me." He took Jaejoong's hand and dragged him over to the TV.
Jaejoong sat on the floor, hard. Barely breathing. He could feel his dick getting hard in his pants and that wasn't supposed to happen unless you were with a girl. That's what YooJin had said. He hoped Junsu didn't notice.
They played video games until Junsu's mom called them for dinner. By that time, Jaejoong had managed to control his body's reactions.
His nerves rose as they went to bed. Jaejoong always slept with Junsu when his family was visiting. It wasn't weird, right? Even though they were older? Maybe it was.
When Junho went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Junsu pinned Jaejoong to the bed and kissed him.
Jaejoong froze and Junsu pulled away with a pout. "What?" he demanded.
"N-nothing," Jaejoong said and rolled on his side. Junsu pressed against his back, arms around his stomach.
"Jae," he whispered, lips against Jaejoong's shoulder.
"Don't, Su-ah, just ... I ..." He squeaked when Junsu's hand curled around his waist. He gripped Jaejoong through his sweat pants.
Jaejoong whimpered in panic and pushed his hand away. But it was too late. His dick was hard and Junsu had felt it. He curled up tightly and ignored Junsu's whispers of his name.
Junho returned and the room went dark.
Junsu's hot breath landed on Jaejoong's ear. His lips were warm. Jaejoong shut his eyes, and fought off a shiver as Junsu touched him again.
"Don't be embarrassed," Junsu whispered. "I get hard all the time, too." With one last kiss to his neck, Junsu moved away. He curled up on his side, away from Jaejoong.
Jaejoong tried to sleep.
When he woke up, he was surprised, because the light in the windows was gray, and the clock said it was only six. He shut his eyes again and tried to relax, and then gasped as fingers pushed at his shirt, going for skin.
"Junsu," Jaejoong said, between clenched teeth. He shot a look to Junho's bed, but he was still asleep.
Junsu smiled, unrepetant. "What?" he whispered back and scooted closer. He threw his leg over Jaejoong's.
Feeling a hard bulge on his thigh, Jaejoong eyes went wide. He tried to say Junsu's name again, but Junsu kissed him and grabbed his hard dick and licked his lips and moved his body all at the same time. Jaejoong moaned. Loudly.
Junho snorted from the other bed.
Eyes still wide, Jaejoong met Junsu's amused grin. "Don't. N-not. What if he wakes up?"
Junsu smiled wider. "He won't. Not until his alarm goes off." He moved his hand on Jaejoong's dick.
Jaejoong bit his lip and whimpered. He'd masturbated a few times before this, but he was always so afraid of getting caught that he didn't dare do it more often. It felt so good. So good. And then Junsu's hand slipped into his sweats, over his boxers, and squeezed his erection.
Jaejoong pulled a pillow over his face and bit down on it as his body shook violently, and everything went bright white for a moment. His cock pulsed and he came sticky-wet into his boxers. He gasped, pulling hot air in through the pillow. It took a few seconds for him to realize that Junsu was rubbing himself on Jaejoong's thigh.
He flung the pillow away. "Junsu."
Junsu shook his head. He touched Jaejoong's face with his fingers and Jaejoong shut his eyes. Their lips touched, and then Junsu shoved his tongue into Jaejoong's mouth and Jaejoong moaned into the heavy kiss. Everything was wet and sloppy. Only thirty-six seconds later, Junsu broke away from his mouth, buried his face in Jaejoong's chest. His body shook with his little thrusts. Something wet pressed against Jaejoong's thigh.
Part of him panicked as the intense atmosphere relaxed.
But Junsu curled up against him, a smile on his face, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Junsu's shoulders, and let the aftermath lull him into sleep again.
Part 2: Teenagers
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't want to be related to them in any way, because that would just make my dreams/fantasies really awkward. I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't.
Summary: It started out as practice.
Warning: underage experimentation and sex, incest (JaeSu are first cousins)
Poster by 0xkaiia0x - thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 1:
Five years old:
"Girls are gross."
Jaejoong nodded. "They really are. But Minyoo says we won't always think that."
Junsu tilted his head toward Jaejoong. Half his face was covered by the long grass they were lying in. "What?"
"She says that boys always think girls are gross, and then they get over it. When we're older, she says."
"Your sisters are weird."
"But they aren't gross," Jaejoong pointed out.
Junsu thought about that and nodded. "You're right. So maybe when we're older we won't think girls are gross."
"I don't know. It's okay if I do think they're gross."
"Why?"
"Because we have each other, and I don't think you're gross." Jaejoong held his hand out and Junsu took it with a delighted smile.
"Best friends forever, yeah?"
"Yep, because we're best friends and we're family. We have the best of everything."
Seven years old:
Jaejoong ran around the side of the house, ignoring what his mother said, calling for Junsu. Junsu didn't say anything, but Jaejoong knew where to find him.
"Don't go far!" Junsu's mom shouted. "We'll be eating in an hour."
"Okay, Auntie!"
Jaejoong slowed as he came toward the rose bushes. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled through the small opening in the bushes. Thorns snagged on his shirt and the cloth tore. Jaejoong didn't care.
Junsu was already there, lying on his back in the small clearing the rose bushes made. Sunlight hit his face. Jaejoong smiled.
"Yah! Dongsaeng!" Jaejoong said and jumped on him.
Junsu laughed and they tickled each other until their energy ran out. Junsu lay on his side, head against Jaejoong's chest, with Jaejoong's arms around him.
"What should we do today?" Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. "Dunno."
"Wanna play soccer? I'll give you a three goal lead."
Jaejoong shoved him off. "You're so mean."
Junsu laughed and hugged his knees. "I'm so glad you're not a girl."
"What? Why?"
"Because I won't ever think you're gross."
Nine years old:
"So guess what Jaelin said?"
"Huh?"
"She said that when I don't think girls are gross anymore, that I'm going to want to kiss one."
Junsu made a face. "Ew. Why would you want to kiss a girl?"
"I don't! That's what Jaelin said."
"That's so gross."
"I know, but ... but what if it's true one day?" Jaejoong kneeled on the grass, hands just above his knees. He leaned toward Junsu. "What if I do want to kiss a girl?"
Junsu frowned. "Then I guess ... I don't know. Kiss her."
"What if I'm bad at it? What if I want to kiss a girl, so I kiss her and then I'm bad at it. Then what? Then she won't want to kiss me again."
"You could kiss different girls."
Jaejoong's eyes went wide. "What if I kiss a couple of girls and they say I'm bad and they tell all the other girls and then no girls want to kiss me ever ever ever ever again?"
"You should practice."
"Practice kissing?"
"Yeah, like on a pillow or something. Pretend it's a girl and practice."
"How am I supposed to practice on a pillow that doesn't have lips?"
"Good point." Junsu looked up at the sky for a moment. With a cry he sat up. "We can practice."
"What?"
"Let's practice with each other. I don't think you're gross and you don't think I'm gross, so we don't have to worry about being disgusted."
"But we ... we're boys. Boys can't kiss each other."
Junsu rolled his eyes. "Well, duh, but we're only doing it for practice for when we want to kiss a girl."
Jaejoong licked his lips. "I don't know, Su-ah. What if we get caught?"
"We won't. We'll just kiss right here. Where no one can find us. And it's just for practice, right? So when we're good at it, we can stop."
"How do we know if we're good at it?"
Junsu shrugged. "A girl would tell us, I think. They're usually pretty honest."
Jaejoong thought about if for a moment and then said, "Okay. Kiss me."
"Nope. You kiss me."
"Why?"
"This is your practice, and the guy always kisses the girl, so I'll pretend to be your girl."
"O-okay." Jaejoong shuffled closer, and Junsu shuffled closer.
Junsu shut his eyes and puckered up his lips. Jaejoong wanted to laugh, because Junsu looked really funny, but he was his friend, and he was helping. Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward until their lips bumped. They both jerked away.
"That sucked."
"How do you know?" Jaejoong demanded.
"Because you almost smashed my face in. Did you shut your eyes?"
"Yes."
"The guy never shuts his eyes. Come on. Try again. And hit my lips this time."
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. Junsu shut his eyes and puckered up again. Jaejoong took a deep breath. He kept his eyes opened and leaned forward. Again, their lips met and Jaejoong's eyes stayed open and their lips stayed together, and then Junsu's mouth relaxed and Jaejoong felt wetness on his lip and they both jerked apart.
"Does it have to be wet?" Jaejoong asked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Junsu rolled his eyes again. "Well, duh, it's your mouth. Is your mouth ever dry?"
"No. Can we try again?"
"Sure."
Jaejoong licked his lips just before they kissed again, and he hadn't meant to, but Junsu didn't pull away. Their lips slid together, sort of like they locked, with Junsu's lower lip between Jaejoong's. They held the kiss for a long time. Jaejoong started counting. He didn't know how long a kiss was supposed to last, but he figured the girl would tell him. Junsu broke away when Jaejoong hit twenty-four.
"I think that was better," Junsu said and nodded. "Let's do it again."
They kissed over and over until Junsu's mom called them in for dinner.
Eleven years old:
Jaejoong had to drop to his stomach and shimmy under the overgrown rose bushes. The thorns snagged on his shirt and then his arm.
"Ow, shit," Jaejoong muttered, going a bit faster.
Junsu laughed at him.
"Shut up," Jaejoong said. Finally free, he sat cross-legged and brought his arm up to look at his elbow and the line of red. He licked his other finger and rubbed it on the scratch, wincing a little.
Junsu grabbed his elbow. "You're fine."
"It's a battle wound."
"Baby." He stuck his tongue out and Jaejoong leaned forward quickly and bit down on it.
Junsu cried out and yanked away. "You jerk."
"Now who is the baby?" Jaejoong stuck his tongue out and Junsu pounced, throwing them both to the ground. Jaejoong laughed, and with arms around Junsu's waist, quickly pinned him to the ground.
"No fair!" Junsu said and tried to shove him off.
"What's not fair? I'm stronger than you."
Junsu crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out again.
Jaejoong bit his lip and without really thinking, leaned down and kissed him. Junsu made a surprised noise, but his eyes shut and his mouth relaxed. Just like they'd practiced. Jaejoong smiled and shut his eyes, too. They were good enough at kissing that Jaejoong didn't have to watch what he was doing.
"How long are you staying?" Junsu asked when they finally stopped kissing (seventy-eight seconds).
"Just tonight, like everyone else. Mom says she has to work tomorrow night."
Junsu sighed. "Junho kissed a girl last week."
"Really? What did he say?"
"It was wet."
Jaejoong laughed.
"And I told him, well, duh. It's a mouth."
Jaejoong laughed harder.
"I figure he'll realize that he needs to practice with someone too."
"You didn't tell him?" Jaejoong asked, suddenly serious.
Junsu rolled his eyes. "Well, no, dumb ass. We promised."
Jaejoong rolled over on his back with a relieved sigh.
"You think I'd tell?"
"Of course not. It's just ... " Jaejoong bit his lip.
Junsu propped up and looked at him. "Just what?"
"I don't know. Do you think we ... should we ..." Jaejoong couldn't look at him.
"You want to stop?"
Jaejoong shrugged. "Aren't we good enough now?"
"M-maybe. How do I know?"
Jaejoong sat up, his back to Junsu. "I think we're pretty good."
"So you want to stop."
Jaejoong shook his head. "Is that bad?"
Junsu said nothing. Jaejoong didn't know what to say either.
"I don't think it's bad," Junsu finally said. (Fifty-eight seconds of silence.)
Jaejoong turned his head, and Junsu was right next to him. His arm curled around Jaejoong's back and their lips touched.
"I don't think it's bad that I want to kiss you," Junsu finished. He bit his lower lip, cheeks turning bright red, and then moved away. He laid flat and shimmied out of their hiding spot.
They played soccer all afternoon, and didn't kiss again until just before Jaejoong left. They hid behind a tree and Jaejoong was relieved that it wasn't weird between them anymore.
Thirteen years old:
"Where's Junsu?" Jaejoong asked after properly greeting his aunt and uncle.
"He's in his room, playing video games."
"Of course he is," Jaejoong muttered. He started up the stairs, silently wishing Junsu had been outside. He knocked on the door and pushed it open when Junsu said to come in. His gaze flicked to the door, saw Jaejoong and his mouth spread in a grin. Hitting pause, he launched up and any worry Jaejoong had about things being awkward between them were gone as Junsu's lips pressed against his. They hadn't seen each other for almost a year, and the last time Junsu had been at his house, they had never been alone. Jaejoong had counted. It'd been one year, three months and six days since the last time they kissed.
Jaejoong shut the door, leaned against it. His arms found their way around Junsu's waist and held him tightly.
"Hey," Junsu whispered, more of a breath than a word. His mouth opened and his tongue moved on his lip, touching Jaejoong's too.
Jaejoong shivered and tried to hold him tighter. Their tongues barely touched, and Junsu shivered and Jaejoong turned his head and tried not to blush.
They didn't talk about practicing kissing anymore.
Junsu kissed his cheek. "Come look at this awesome game Mom bought for me." He took Jaejoong's hand and dragged him over to the TV.
Jaejoong sat on the floor, hard. Barely breathing. He could feel his dick getting hard in his pants and that wasn't supposed to happen unless you were with a girl. That's what YooJin had said. He hoped Junsu didn't notice.
They played video games until Junsu's mom called them for dinner. By that time, Jaejoong had managed to control his body's reactions.
His nerves rose as they went to bed. Jaejoong always slept with Junsu when his family was visiting. It wasn't weird, right? Even though they were older? Maybe it was.
When Junho went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Junsu pinned Jaejoong to the bed and kissed him.
Jaejoong froze and Junsu pulled away with a pout. "What?" he demanded.
"N-nothing," Jaejoong said and rolled on his side. Junsu pressed against his back, arms around his stomach.
"Jae," he whispered, lips against Jaejoong's shoulder.
"Don't, Su-ah, just ... I ..." He squeaked when Junsu's hand curled around his waist. He gripped Jaejoong through his sweat pants.
Jaejoong whimpered in panic and pushed his hand away. But it was too late. His dick was hard and Junsu had felt it. He curled up tightly and ignored Junsu's whispers of his name.
Junho returned and the room went dark.
Junsu's hot breath landed on Jaejoong's ear. His lips were warm. Jaejoong shut his eyes, and fought off a shiver as Junsu touched him again.
"Don't be embarrassed," Junsu whispered. "I get hard all the time, too." With one last kiss to his neck, Junsu moved away. He curled up on his side, away from Jaejoong.
Jaejoong tried to sleep.
When he woke up, he was surprised, because the light in the windows was gray, and the clock said it was only six. He shut his eyes again and tried to relax, and then gasped as fingers pushed at his shirt, going for skin.
"Junsu," Jaejoong said, between clenched teeth. He shot a look to Junho's bed, but he was still asleep.
Junsu smiled, unrepetant. "What?" he whispered back and scooted closer. He threw his leg over Jaejoong's.
Feeling a hard bulge on his thigh, Jaejoong eyes went wide. He tried to say Junsu's name again, but Junsu kissed him and grabbed his hard dick and licked his lips and moved his body all at the same time. Jaejoong moaned. Loudly.
Junho snorted from the other bed.
Eyes still wide, Jaejoong met Junsu's amused grin. "Don't. N-not. What if he wakes up?"
Junsu smiled wider. "He won't. Not until his alarm goes off." He moved his hand on Jaejoong's dick.
Jaejoong bit his lip and whimpered. He'd masturbated a few times before this, but he was always so afraid of getting caught that he didn't dare do it more often. It felt so good. So good. And then Junsu's hand slipped into his sweats, over his boxers, and squeezed his erection.
Jaejoong pulled a pillow over his face and bit down on it as his body shook violently, and everything went bright white for a moment. His cock pulsed and he came sticky-wet into his boxers. He gasped, pulling hot air in through the pillow. It took a few seconds for him to realize that Junsu was rubbing himself on Jaejoong's thigh.
He flung the pillow away. "Junsu."
Junsu shook his head. He touched Jaejoong's face with his fingers and Jaejoong shut his eyes. Their lips touched, and then Junsu shoved his tongue into Jaejoong's mouth and Jaejoong moaned into the heavy kiss. Everything was wet and sloppy. Only thirty-six seconds later, Junsu broke away from his mouth, buried his face in Jaejoong's chest. His body shook with his little thrusts. Something wet pressed against Jaejoong's thigh.
Part of him panicked as the intense atmosphere relaxed.
But Junsu curled up against him, a smile on his face, and Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Junsu's shoulders, and let the aftermath lull him into sleep again.
Part 2: Teenagers
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