Being Junsu's Brother is Hard on Your Sanity
Title: Being Junsu's Brother is Hard on Your Sanity
Pairing: Junho/Yunho, Yoochun/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17 Incest
Disclaimer: Again, if they were mine, they'd all fuck in a pile like this, but in my bed.
Summary: Junho knows a secret, and decides to take matters into his own hands. And well, takes matters into his brother's ass too.
Warning: Incest
Like most fanfics, this fic does not take into account the other unpleasant sides to unprotected sex like sexually transmitted diseases. Remember, guys! Be safe! Wear a condom!
A/N: Still on hiatus. This is the last free weekend I will probably have. This is sort of a sequel to Being Junsu's Roommate is Hard on Your Virginity. It's actually what I was planning on ending that story with, so it would only be a oneshot, but then I was like, no I don't have time to write more, so I just ended that story, and now it's been bugging me for a couple weeks, so I wrote it today.
A strange thumping sound filled Yunho’s chaotic dreams. There was nothing scary about the dreams filled with friends and classrooms and paper, but the sound was different. Dream!Yunho turned and tried to find the source even while RealLife!Yunho groaned as he slowly woke up. His face pressed against a strong chest, and he thought for a moment that the thumping was Junho’s heart beating, but it was too loud for that and not rhythmic enough. With the sleep clearing from his head, and the images of his dreams fading, Yunho realized there were other noises too. Soft gasps, whispers of names, deep moans.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yunho muttered.
He turned his head and peered from under his covers at the other bed in his dorm room.
Junsu and Yoochun were fucking. Again.
Yunho definitely wasn’t surprised, but they had gone to bed really early in the morning and he wanted more sleep.
Junsu was sitting up, rocking his hips on Yoochun’s lap. His hand clutched at Yoochun’s chest, nails digging white divots into his skin. His head thrown back, mouth open in a soundless moan, eyes squeezed shut. The blanket had pooled around his waist, leaving the actual fucking to Yunho’s imagination.
And in the last six months, he’d seen Yoochun and Junsu fucking so often that it wasn’t that hard to imagine at all.
“Good morning,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho met his eyes and stuck out his tongue. “Fuck you two. It’s too early.”
“Never ... never too--oh god,” Junsu gasped, licking his lips. “Sex. N-ne-never. For sex. Fuck. Fuck.”
Yoochun smiled up at him, gripped behind his neck and yanked him down for a wet kiss.
The blanket shifted off Junsu’s body and Yunho watched Junsu’s ass bounce and shake with each of his movements. Yunho’s cock hardened and he unconsciously rolled his hips up into Junho’s leg.
Junho chuckled. Lips pressed against his ear and the soft noise trailed down Yunho’s skin. “Do you want to fuck him?” Junho asked.
Yunho turned his head to Junho so fast that he almost smacked their faces together.
Junho smirked, and still so quietly, said, “You want to fuck him. Right now. Slide your cock inside him with Yoochun.”
Yunho moaned and shut his eyes. “Junho, shut up.”
Junho chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s sexy, because my brother is sexy. And you haven’t fucked him since your very first day here.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open and he said, “Well, that’s because I thought I was dating his brother.”
“You are,” Junho said. He leaned forward until their lips brushed and he whispered, “I want to watch you fuck him.”
“What?” Yunho said loudly, pulling attention of the other two over to them.
Junho continued to smirk. Without breaking eye contact with Yunho, Junho said, “Hey Su, my slutty twin, do you want Yunho to fuck you with Yoochun?”
“Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes!”
Yunho stared at Junho, still incredulous and unsure. Junho gripped his hard dick and said, “If you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t be aching for it. Go fuck him. I want to watch.”
“Oh, fuck, come fuck me!”
“You’re insane,” Yunho said.
Junho laughed. “Maybe. But I also want to fuck you while you fuck him.”
“If you’re going to you better hurry,” Yoochun said. “The images Junho is shoving into my brain and this slut’s gorgeous body are not going to let me last long.”
“You’re serious?” Yunho said, awed.
Junho nodded. “I can’t fuck him myself, but you can fuck him and I can fuck him through you.”
“You could fuck me,” Junsu said, a loopy dazed smile on his face. “I won’t say no.”
Junho did not reply and smiled at Yunho. “Go fuck him.”
Yunho still wasn’t completely sure, but he also wasn’t stupid and Junho was giving him permission to fuck his brother. Part of him thought that he shouldn’t, stay faithful and maybe this was a test, but most of him knew Junho by now and the man did not say anything he didn’t mean, and he definitely would never do this just to test Yunho’s loyalty to him.
“Okay,” Yunho said and heard Junsu practically cheer, “but I’m only doing it for you.”
Junho snorted. “Yeah, right. You want your cock in that slut’s cunt just as much as he wants it.”
“Oh god, hurry,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho pulled Junho close enough to kiss, and their tongues tangled quickly, and then Junho was pushing him away. “Go on. I want to fuck you while you fuck him.”
Junsu whimpered again.
Yunho rolled out of bed, staggering for a moment, before he fumbled to the end of the bed. Yoochun pulled at the blanket and Yunho helped yank it off the bed. There was a bottle of lube by Yoochun’s knee. Yunho grabbed it and coated his cock, hissing at the pleasurable ache spreading up his spine.
Yoochun pulled Junsu against him again, stilling their movements while Yunho climbed between their spread legs.
Junsu’s ass was covered with nail imprints and a few bruises. He was definitely not surprised. He and Junho had left last night to go out to a movie. Junsu and Yoochun had been doing homework. When they returned, Junsu was tied up to the bed, his ass in the air and Yoochun slamming into him from behind. It had provided plenty of inspiration for HoHo to fuck on Yunho’s bed at the same time.
Yunho reached forward and gripped Junsu’s ass, squeezing the cheeks around Yoochun’s dick. They both moaned and Yoochun lifted his hips, rotating slowly. Junsu whimpered and said something that sounded like “Fuck me” into Yoochun’s neck.
Hands wrapped around Yunho’s chest and lips pressed against his shoulder. Junho smiled and said, “He’s not nearly gaping open enough. Fuck him.”
“Oh god, fuck me!” Junsu lifted his ass and Yoochun lifted his hips to keep from slipping from him.
Junho ran his hands down Yunho’s body and gripped his slick cock. His other hand went to his brother’s ass, fingers slipping around the reddened rim, tracing around Yoochun’s erection.
“Fuck, Yunho, no fingers,” Junsu whispered.
“Those are your brother’s fingers,” Yunho said.
Junsu whipped his head around, eyes wide just as Junho shoved two fingers into him next to Yoochun’s dick.
“Fuck! Fuck! Hyung, come on.”
Junho chuckled and pumped his fingers quickly. “You stretched out enough, or do you want Yunho to tear you open?”
“Tear me open, please, please, please. I need ... fuck. I need you. I need you.”
Yunho shivered at the desperation in his voice. He was pretty sure Junsu wasn’t talking about himself as the person he needed, but his erection was very close to exploding. He shuffled closer and prodded Junho’s hand. Junho removed his fingers, and Junsu groaned in disappointment. With a firm grip on Yunho, Junho held his erection steady, just above Yoochun’s. Yunho pushed forward, squeezing into Junsu’s body.
Junsu’s moan caught in his throat, and his entire body froze. Yoochun’s deep moan echoed through the room.
Yunho was about to pull out and try to press in again when Junsu moved, pressed his hands to Yoochun’s chest and pushed up, hips slamming back and down, and Yunho’s cock pressed into him completely.
Yunho and Junsu moaned together, and Yoochun moved and Yunho gasped at the slide against his cock. Slick fingers slipped down the cleft of his ass, and Yunho moaned, almost falling forward as Junho pushed two fingers inside him. He kept his hips moving and tried not to smash Yoochun below them. Too soon, the fingers moved and Yunho groaned. A moment later, the head of Junho’s cock was slipping around the cleft, dragging more whimpers from his throat. Yunho stopped moving, and Junsu whimpered in protest, tightening his body up, but Yunho had a hard time concentrating on Junsu when Junsu’s twin brother was stretching him open with his dick and Yoochun was still moving, his dick sliding along Yunho’s.
Junho pressed in all the way and just stopped, sitting there for a moment.
Yunho tried to catch his breath, and decided that he didn’t need to breath to fuck himself on Junho’s cock.
Yunho lifted his hips and then thrust back. He almost slipped from Junsu but jerked forward at the last moment. He did it again and again, his own moans punctuated by sharp cries from Junsu. Yoochun’s groans floated through the room as their dicks slid together, and nails dug into Yunho’s shoulder as Yoochun shuddered and warmth flooded over Yunho’s cock.
Junsu moaned in appreciation and kissed Yoochun deeply, hips rolling with Yunho’s thrust.
Yoochun slipped out of him and Junsu gasped, but pushed up and Yunho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s stomach, holding on to him as his brother suddenly sped up.
“Fuck,” Junho gasped, “fucking hell, Yunho, why don’t I fuck you more often?”
“Because you’re as much of a cock whore as your brother,” Yoochun said.
Junho laughed and then moaned.
“Are you going to come, Su-ah?” Yoochun asked.
“No,” Junho demanded. “Not yet. You are not allowed to come yet.”
Junsu whimpered, turning his head to try to look at his brother behind Yunho.
“I’m going to make you come.”
Yunho added his moan to Junsu’s and he sped up, slamming himself into Junsu and then back into Junho. The double sensations and the entire situation were not good for his longevity, and long before he was ready, he was coming, screaming as Junsu’s ass sucked his orgasm from him. He pumped his hips through his release and then a few more times, listening to himself squelch through the mess in Junsu’s body.
“Such a dirty whore,” Junho said.
Junsu whispered. “Come, please, I need to come.”
Junho slowed his thrusts into Yunho and pulled out.
Yunho sagged, pressing Junsu against Yoochun.
“Move,” Junho said and pushed Yunho’s hips.
Yunho went with it, unable to really protest and fell to his side against the wall. He laid out along it and put his arm around Yoochun’s pillow. Yoochun smiled and lifted his head and Yunho put his arm around his neck and scooted closer. He slid his other hand through Junsu’s hair. Junsu lay gasping on Yoochun’s chest.
Junho was doing nothing more than sliding his hands up and down Junsu’s back and ass, staring between Junsu’s open entrance and Yoochun. Junho dug his nails into his skin, leaving faint pink lines down Junsu’s sweaty back.
Junsu moaned in appreciation and rolled his hips up.
“Do you want me to fuck you, dongsaeng?” Junho asked.
Junsu shivered and nodded against Yoochun’s chest. “Yes, please, oh god, please, please.”
“Why?”
Junsu whimpered. “Please. Please, yes, please.”
“Why?” Junho asked again, dragging his nails down Junsu’s sensitive side.
Junsu gasped and humped Yoochun’s body, legs spreading further. “Always. Always, wanted, please, you. Always wanted you, hyung, please.”
Yoochun’s face furrowed in confusion, but Junho smiled and shook his head. Yunho thought it was meant to be reassuring.
“Lots of people are willing to fuck you and you’ve wanted lots of people to fuck you. Why am I different?”
“Love, please, love you, please, please.”
One of Junho’s hands disappeared behind Junsu, and Junsu whimpered, trying to thrust back on what looked like three of Junho’s fingers.
“I love you too,” Junho said, “but sex isn’t about love to you.”
Junsu whimpered. “Please, please, please. I love you, I love you, please. Just ... just once, please. I want you. Just once.”
“I don’t want to just be on your list of sex,” Junho said.
“No, you’re not, please, you’re not.”
“Then what list am I on?”
“No, list, please, no list. Love you, please, please.”
Junho suddenly grabbed Junsu’s shoulders and pulled him up. One arm went around his waist, and his other hand gripped Junsu’s wet, dripping cock, thumb sliding on the blue piercing at the ridge. Junsu whimpered and rolled his body against Junho’s.
“How about a list of people you love?” Junho prompted. “Am I on that list?”
Junsu nodded.
“Anyone else on that list?” Junho grunted on the last word, eyes shutting for a moment as his hips thrust forward and back.
Junsu gasped, eyes flying open and he moaned out his brother’s name.
Junho chuckled and slowly rolled his hips. “I already know I’m on that list. That’s why I have my cock buried inside you. Because I love you and you want this and I want this. Who else is on the list of people you love?
Junsu whimpered and shook his head. “Don’t ... bro, please, no. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You can, and you will if you want to come.” Junho stilled his hand on Junsu’s cock, squeezing the base hard.
Junsu whined. “No, no, hyung please, please let me come.”
“I will, dongsaeng, I will. But you need to tell him.”
Junsu shook his head and lifted his arms and wrapped them around Junho’s neck. His lips begged for a kiss that Junho did not give him. He didn’t protest when Junsu latched onto his neck, but kept his eyes on Yoochun, smiling slightly.
“What will he think,” Junho asked, “if you claim to love him but you’re begging me for a kiss?”
Yoochun’s eyes widened, and Junho chuckled and nodded. Shaking, Yoochun lifted his hands and placed them on Junsu’s sculpted torso. His fingers flicked the piercing in his navel. Junsu moaned.
Finally, Junho turned his head and let Junsu kiss him for only a moment. He let go of his dick and pushed him back over Yoochun. “Kiss him. Tell him.”
Junsu whined and kissed Yoochun.
Yoochun shivered and ran his hands over Junsu’s back before tangling his hands in Junsu’s hair. He tugged his head to the side and sucked the piercing in Junsu’s lip into his mouth before deepening the kiss.
Junho met Yunho’s eyes and smirked. “Sometimes my brother is an idiot.”
Junsu grunted in protest but did not relinquish Yoochun’s mouth.
Junho gripped his brother’s hips, took a deep breath, and moved, slamming his body forward quickly.
“Tell him, dongsaeng. Tell him how it feels to be pressed between the two people you love the most.”
Junsu moaned and nodded, pulling away just enough from Yoochun’s lips to gasp. “Love. Love it. I love it. Love you. Love love love you. So much. Love you. Fuck, Yoochun, I love you.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly, nodded and pulled him in for another deep kiss.
Junho smiled at Yunho again and held out his hand. “Come and kiss me.”
Yunho grinned back and kneeled next to him. He allowed Junho to yank him close enough to kiss. He slid his hand down Junho’s sweaty chest to a budded nipple. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment, smirking at the deep groan that echoed through their kiss.
Junsu whimpered and slammed his hips back, meeting each one of his brother’s thrusts. Yoochun’s arm was moving to the same rhythm but Yunho couldn’t see Yoochun’s hand, but knew that he was pumping Junsu to an orgasm.
“Love, you. Fuck, Yoochun, love love love you.”
Yoochun gasped and nodded. “I-I love you, t-too, Junsu.”
Junsu whined, body going taut, and then shuddering. Their mouths joined again, and the next moan was muffled.
Junho suddenly hooked his arm around Yunho’s neck and used him for support. He gasped, body shaking, and moaned as he pumped more come into his brother’s body. After a moment, Junho straightened. He put his hands back on Junsu’s ass and slid his cock in and out of his body a couple times, shivering roughly from the sensations. Come seeped around his cock.
Junsu whined into Yoochun’s mouth, but he didn’t pull away.
Junho chuckled and finally pulled out. “You are such a slut,” he said fondly and spanked Junsu lightly.
Junsu moaned and lifted his ass, probably begging for more. Instead, Junho reached between Junsu’s legs, wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s erection and held him steady until Junsu could shift enough to get Yoochun to slide into him. Both of them moaned, and Junho laughed again. He leaned over Junsu and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Come on,” Junho said and tugged on Yunho’s arm. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Yunho smiled and let himself be led back to his own bed. He settled on his back and Junho lay against him. They watched Junsu and Yoochun fuck, mouths separating only long enough to smile at each other, and then joining again for a deeper kiss. Yoochun was barely moving, and Junsu rolled his hips slowly.
“You really love me?” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun nodded. “Always. Always have. Since we were sixteen. Why do you think I was so willing to fuck you at that first time?”
Junsu gasped and then pouted. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Yoochun shrugged. “We’re best friends, and it’s not like I never got to fuck you. I didn’t want to ruin that if ... if you didn’t feel the same. And you are a bit of a slut.”
Junsu snorted, but he was smiling. “I am, and I didn’t ... I didn’t think that you thought of me as anything more than a friend you liked to fuck.”
“Well, you definitely are a friend I like to fuck.”
Junsu smiled and pushed up with his hands on Yoochun’s chest. Instead of staying on his back, Yoochun followed him up, and they shifted until Yoochun was leaning against the wall with Junsu on his lap, knees bent. Yoochun gripped Junsu’s ass and lifted him up and down on his cock. Junsu threw his head back with a whimper.
“This is way hotter than it should be,” Junho said.
Yunho snorted and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. “Still can’t believe you just fucked your brother.”
“It was inevitable,” Junho said. “I’m probably the only one on campus that hadn’t fucked him.”
Junsu laughed breathlessly.
“You’re such a slut,” Yoochun gasped. “Fucking love that.”
Junsu slowed down and sat, stilling completely. “Huh?”
Yoochun whimpered and tried to fuck up into him.
“What do you mean? You love that I’m a slut?”
Yoochun nodded. “Sexy, so fucking sexy to watch everyone use you. Hot. Love it.”
“Oh, god, you love it?”
“I do, mostly because I get to fuck you when they’re all done with you, and I love that. I love that I am usually the first and last one to fuck you and the one that gets to fall asleep and wake up with you, and shower with you, and clean you up and take care of you when you’re all done spreading your legs for everyone else. God, I love it. I love you so much when you need me.”
Junsu nodded frantically. “I need you, I really do.”
“I know. And I’ll always be there for you.”
Junsu shut his eyes and sighed. “Just ... just so I’m understanding this and there isn’t any confusion this weekend at Jaejoong’s party.”
“Yes,” Yoochun said and ran his hands up Junsu’s arms and shoulders and into his hair. He tugged lightly, pulling a low moan from Junsu’s throat. “You can strip and bend over and offer your ass to whoever you want. I know you, love. I know you love having so many of them want you and so many of them watch you. And I love watching them fuck you. I love watching your face when two of them are in your ass and one is down your throat but from now on, I get you first. I get you last. I love fucking you when you’re so stretched out and full of come.”
Junsu nodded frantically. “Fuck, yes, please. Yes. Yes, please.”
Their mouths molded again.
Junho sighed and rolled his eyes, looking up at Yunho. “Well, I tried.”
“Tried?” Yunho said.
“I’ve been trying to get Junsu to settle down with one man for awhile, and when I found out that Yoochun loved Junsu as much as Junsu loved him ... well, I thought it was going to be easy.”
“Junsu is really easy,” Yoochun said. “Easy to love, easy to fuck.”
Junho sighed dramatically again and then pulled away from Yunho. “Let’s go take a shower so I can wash the smell of slut off me.”
“Best smell in the world,” Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed breathlessly.
Junho went behind his brother, tangled his hand in Junsu’s hair and yanked his head back. “You are very, very sexy.”
“I know.”
“And, yes, I liked fucking you, but no, it’s not happening again.”
Junsu smirked, lifted his head enough to lick at his brother’s lips, and said, “I’m sure I can talk you into it again.”
Junho laughed and said, “And when you do, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed it this time.”
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Pairing: Junho/Yunho, Yoochun/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17 Incest
Disclaimer: Again, if they were mine, they'd all fuck in a pile like this, but in my bed.
Summary: Junho knows a secret, and decides to take matters into his own hands. And well, takes matters into his brother's ass too.
Warning: Incest
Like most fanfics, this fic does not take into account the other unpleasant sides to unprotected sex like sexually transmitted diseases. Remember, guys! Be safe! Wear a condom!
A/N: Still on hiatus. This is the last free weekend I will probably have. This is sort of a sequel to Being Junsu's Roommate is Hard on Your Virginity. It's actually what I was planning on ending that story with, so it would only be a oneshot, but then I was like, no I don't have time to write more, so I just ended that story, and now it's been bugging me for a couple weeks, so I wrote it today.
A strange thumping sound filled Yunho’s chaotic dreams. There was nothing scary about the dreams filled with friends and classrooms and paper, but the sound was different. Dream!Yunho turned and tried to find the source even while RealLife!Yunho groaned as he slowly woke up. His face pressed against a strong chest, and he thought for a moment that the thumping was Junho’s heart beating, but it was too loud for that and not rhythmic enough. With the sleep clearing from his head, and the images of his dreams fading, Yunho realized there were other noises too. Soft gasps, whispers of names, deep moans.
“Fuck, Junsu,” Yunho muttered.
He turned his head and peered from under his covers at the other bed in his dorm room.
Junsu and Yoochun were fucking. Again.
Yunho definitely wasn’t surprised, but they had gone to bed really early in the morning and he wanted more sleep.
Junsu was sitting up, rocking his hips on Yoochun’s lap. His hand clutched at Yoochun’s chest, nails digging white divots into his skin. His head thrown back, mouth open in a soundless moan, eyes squeezed shut. The blanket had pooled around his waist, leaving the actual fucking to Yunho’s imagination.
And in the last six months, he’d seen Yoochun and Junsu fucking so often that it wasn’t that hard to imagine at all.
“Good morning,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho met his eyes and stuck out his tongue. “Fuck you two. It’s too early.”
“Never ... never too--oh god,” Junsu gasped, licking his lips. “Sex. N-ne-never. For sex. Fuck. Fuck.”
Yoochun smiled up at him, gripped behind his neck and yanked him down for a wet kiss.
The blanket shifted off Junsu’s body and Yunho watched Junsu’s ass bounce and shake with each of his movements. Yunho’s cock hardened and he unconsciously rolled his hips up into Junho’s leg.
Junho chuckled. Lips pressed against his ear and the soft noise trailed down Yunho’s skin. “Do you want to fuck him?” Junho asked.
Yunho turned his head to Junho so fast that he almost smacked their faces together.
Junho smirked, and still so quietly, said, “You want to fuck him. Right now. Slide your cock inside him with Yoochun.”
Yunho moaned and shut his eyes. “Junho, shut up.”
Junho chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s sexy, because my brother is sexy. And you haven’t fucked him since your very first day here.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open and he said, “Well, that’s because I thought I was dating his brother.”
“You are,” Junho said. He leaned forward until their lips brushed and he whispered, “I want to watch you fuck him.”
“What?” Yunho said loudly, pulling attention of the other two over to them.
Junho continued to smirk. Without breaking eye contact with Yunho, Junho said, “Hey Su, my slutty twin, do you want Yunho to fuck you with Yoochun?”
“Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes!”
Yunho stared at Junho, still incredulous and unsure. Junho gripped his hard dick and said, “If you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t be aching for it. Go fuck him. I want to watch.”
“Oh, fuck, come fuck me!”
“You’re insane,” Yunho said.
Junho laughed. “Maybe. But I also want to fuck you while you fuck him.”
“If you’re going to you better hurry,” Yoochun said. “The images Junho is shoving into my brain and this slut’s gorgeous body are not going to let me last long.”
“You’re serious?” Yunho said, awed.
Junho nodded. “I can’t fuck him myself, but you can fuck him and I can fuck him through you.”
“You could fuck me,” Junsu said, a loopy dazed smile on his face. “I won’t say no.”
Junho did not reply and smiled at Yunho. “Go fuck him.”
Yunho still wasn’t completely sure, but he also wasn’t stupid and Junho was giving him permission to fuck his brother. Part of him thought that he shouldn’t, stay faithful and maybe this was a test, but most of him knew Junho by now and the man did not say anything he didn’t mean, and he definitely would never do this just to test Yunho’s loyalty to him.
“Okay,” Yunho said and heard Junsu practically cheer, “but I’m only doing it for you.”
Junho snorted. “Yeah, right. You want your cock in that slut’s cunt just as much as he wants it.”
“Oh god, hurry,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho pulled Junho close enough to kiss, and their tongues tangled quickly, and then Junho was pushing him away. “Go on. I want to fuck you while you fuck him.”
Junsu whimpered again.
Yunho rolled out of bed, staggering for a moment, before he fumbled to the end of the bed. Yoochun pulled at the blanket and Yunho helped yank it off the bed. There was a bottle of lube by Yoochun’s knee. Yunho grabbed it and coated his cock, hissing at the pleasurable ache spreading up his spine.
Yoochun pulled Junsu against him again, stilling their movements while Yunho climbed between their spread legs.
Junsu’s ass was covered with nail imprints and a few bruises. He was definitely not surprised. He and Junho had left last night to go out to a movie. Junsu and Yoochun had been doing homework. When they returned, Junsu was tied up to the bed, his ass in the air and Yoochun slamming into him from behind. It had provided plenty of inspiration for HoHo to fuck on Yunho’s bed at the same time.
Yunho reached forward and gripped Junsu’s ass, squeezing the cheeks around Yoochun’s dick. They both moaned and Yoochun lifted his hips, rotating slowly. Junsu whimpered and said something that sounded like “Fuck me” into Yoochun’s neck.
Hands wrapped around Yunho’s chest and lips pressed against his shoulder. Junho smiled and said, “He’s not nearly gaping open enough. Fuck him.”
“Oh god, fuck me!” Junsu lifted his ass and Yoochun lifted his hips to keep from slipping from him.
Junho ran his hands down Yunho’s body and gripped his slick cock. His other hand went to his brother’s ass, fingers slipping around the reddened rim, tracing around Yoochun’s erection.
“Fuck, Yunho, no fingers,” Junsu whispered.
“Those are your brother’s fingers,” Yunho said.
Junsu whipped his head around, eyes wide just as Junho shoved two fingers into him next to Yoochun’s dick.
“Fuck! Fuck! Hyung, come on.”
Junho chuckled and pumped his fingers quickly. “You stretched out enough, or do you want Yunho to tear you open?”
“Tear me open, please, please, please. I need ... fuck. I need you. I need you.”
Yunho shivered at the desperation in his voice. He was pretty sure Junsu wasn’t talking about himself as the person he needed, but his erection was very close to exploding. He shuffled closer and prodded Junho’s hand. Junho removed his fingers, and Junsu groaned in disappointment. With a firm grip on Yunho, Junho held his erection steady, just above Yoochun’s. Yunho pushed forward, squeezing into Junsu’s body.
Junsu’s moan caught in his throat, and his entire body froze. Yoochun’s deep moan echoed through the room.
Yunho was about to pull out and try to press in again when Junsu moved, pressed his hands to Yoochun’s chest and pushed up, hips slamming back and down, and Yunho’s cock pressed into him completely.
Yunho and Junsu moaned together, and Yoochun moved and Yunho gasped at the slide against his cock. Slick fingers slipped down the cleft of his ass, and Yunho moaned, almost falling forward as Junho pushed two fingers inside him. He kept his hips moving and tried not to smash Yoochun below them. Too soon, the fingers moved and Yunho groaned. A moment later, the head of Junho’s cock was slipping around the cleft, dragging more whimpers from his throat. Yunho stopped moving, and Junsu whimpered in protest, tightening his body up, but Yunho had a hard time concentrating on Junsu when Junsu’s twin brother was stretching him open with his dick and Yoochun was still moving, his dick sliding along Yunho’s.
Junho pressed in all the way and just stopped, sitting there for a moment.
Yunho tried to catch his breath, and decided that he didn’t need to breath to fuck himself on Junho’s cock.
Yunho lifted his hips and then thrust back. He almost slipped from Junsu but jerked forward at the last moment. He did it again and again, his own moans punctuated by sharp cries from Junsu. Yoochun’s groans floated through the room as their dicks slid together, and nails dug into Yunho’s shoulder as Yoochun shuddered and warmth flooded over Yunho’s cock.
Junsu moaned in appreciation and kissed Yoochun deeply, hips rolling with Yunho’s thrust.
Yoochun slipped out of him and Junsu gasped, but pushed up and Yunho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s stomach, holding on to him as his brother suddenly sped up.
“Fuck,” Junho gasped, “fucking hell, Yunho, why don’t I fuck you more often?”
“Because you’re as much of a cock whore as your brother,” Yoochun said.
Junho laughed and then moaned.
“Are you going to come, Su-ah?” Yoochun asked.
“No,” Junho demanded. “Not yet. You are not allowed to come yet.”
Junsu whimpered, turning his head to try to look at his brother behind Yunho.
“I’m going to make you come.”
Yunho added his moan to Junsu’s and he sped up, slamming himself into Junsu and then back into Junho. The double sensations and the entire situation were not good for his longevity, and long before he was ready, he was coming, screaming as Junsu’s ass sucked his orgasm from him. He pumped his hips through his release and then a few more times, listening to himself squelch through the mess in Junsu’s body.
“Such a dirty whore,” Junho said.
Junsu whispered. “Come, please, I need to come.”
Junho slowed his thrusts into Yunho and pulled out.
Yunho sagged, pressing Junsu against Yoochun.
“Move,” Junho said and pushed Yunho’s hips.
Yunho went with it, unable to really protest and fell to his side against the wall. He laid out along it and put his arm around Yoochun’s pillow. Yoochun smiled and lifted his head and Yunho put his arm around his neck and scooted closer. He slid his other hand through Junsu’s hair. Junsu lay gasping on Yoochun’s chest.
Junho was doing nothing more than sliding his hands up and down Junsu’s back and ass, staring between Junsu’s open entrance and Yoochun. Junho dug his nails into his skin, leaving faint pink lines down Junsu’s sweaty back.
Junsu moaned in appreciation and rolled his hips up.
“Do you want me to fuck you, dongsaeng?” Junho asked.
Junsu shivered and nodded against Yoochun’s chest. “Yes, please, oh god, please, please.”
“Why?”
Junsu whimpered. “Please. Please, yes, please.”
“Why?” Junho asked again, dragging his nails down Junsu’s sensitive side.
Junsu gasped and humped Yoochun’s body, legs spreading further. “Always. Always, wanted, please, you. Always wanted you, hyung, please.”
Yoochun’s face furrowed in confusion, but Junho smiled and shook his head. Yunho thought it was meant to be reassuring.
“Lots of people are willing to fuck you and you’ve wanted lots of people to fuck you. Why am I different?”
“Love, please, love you, please, please.”
One of Junho’s hands disappeared behind Junsu, and Junsu whimpered, trying to thrust back on what looked like three of Junho’s fingers.
“I love you too,” Junho said, “but sex isn’t about love to you.”
Junsu whimpered. “Please, please, please. I love you, I love you, please. Just ... just once, please. I want you. Just once.”
“I don’t want to just be on your list of sex,” Junho said.
“No, you’re not, please, you’re not.”
“Then what list am I on?”
“No, list, please, no list. Love you, please, please.”
Junho suddenly grabbed Junsu’s shoulders and pulled him up. One arm went around his waist, and his other hand gripped Junsu’s wet, dripping cock, thumb sliding on the blue piercing at the ridge. Junsu whimpered and rolled his body against Junho’s.
“How about a list of people you love?” Junho prompted. “Am I on that list?”
Junsu nodded.
“Anyone else on that list?” Junho grunted on the last word, eyes shutting for a moment as his hips thrust forward and back.
Junsu gasped, eyes flying open and he moaned out his brother’s name.
Junho chuckled and slowly rolled his hips. “I already know I’m on that list. That’s why I have my cock buried inside you. Because I love you and you want this and I want this. Who else is on the list of people you love?
Junsu whimpered and shook his head. “Don’t ... bro, please, no. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You can, and you will if you want to come.” Junho stilled his hand on Junsu’s cock, squeezing the base hard.
Junsu whined. “No, no, hyung please, please let me come.”
“I will, dongsaeng, I will. But you need to tell him.”
Junsu shook his head and lifted his arms and wrapped them around Junho’s neck. His lips begged for a kiss that Junho did not give him. He didn’t protest when Junsu latched onto his neck, but kept his eyes on Yoochun, smiling slightly.
“What will he think,” Junho asked, “if you claim to love him but you’re begging me for a kiss?”
Yoochun’s eyes widened, and Junho chuckled and nodded. Shaking, Yoochun lifted his hands and placed them on Junsu’s sculpted torso. His fingers flicked the piercing in his navel. Junsu moaned.
Finally, Junho turned his head and let Junsu kiss him for only a moment. He let go of his dick and pushed him back over Yoochun. “Kiss him. Tell him.”
Junsu whined and kissed Yoochun.
Yoochun shivered and ran his hands over Junsu’s back before tangling his hands in Junsu’s hair. He tugged his head to the side and sucked the piercing in Junsu’s lip into his mouth before deepening the kiss.
Junho met Yunho’s eyes and smirked. “Sometimes my brother is an idiot.”
Junsu grunted in protest but did not relinquish Yoochun’s mouth.
Junho gripped his brother’s hips, took a deep breath, and moved, slamming his body forward quickly.
“Tell him, dongsaeng. Tell him how it feels to be pressed between the two people you love the most.”
Junsu moaned and nodded, pulling away just enough from Yoochun’s lips to gasp. “Love. Love it. I love it. Love you. Love love love you. So much. Love you. Fuck, Yoochun, I love you.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly, nodded and pulled him in for another deep kiss.
Junho smiled at Yunho again and held out his hand. “Come and kiss me.”
Yunho grinned back and kneeled next to him. He allowed Junho to yank him close enough to kiss. He slid his hand down Junho’s sweaty chest to a budded nipple. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment, smirking at the deep groan that echoed through their kiss.
Junsu whimpered and slammed his hips back, meeting each one of his brother’s thrusts. Yoochun’s arm was moving to the same rhythm but Yunho couldn’t see Yoochun’s hand, but knew that he was pumping Junsu to an orgasm.
“Love, you. Fuck, Yoochun, love love love you.”
Yoochun gasped and nodded. “I-I love you, t-too, Junsu.”
Junsu whined, body going taut, and then shuddering. Their mouths joined again, and the next moan was muffled.
Junho suddenly hooked his arm around Yunho’s neck and used him for support. He gasped, body shaking, and moaned as he pumped more come into his brother’s body. After a moment, Junho straightened. He put his hands back on Junsu’s ass and slid his cock in and out of his body a couple times, shivering roughly from the sensations. Come seeped around his cock.
Junsu whined into Yoochun’s mouth, but he didn’t pull away.
Junho chuckled and finally pulled out. “You are such a slut,” he said fondly and spanked Junsu lightly.
Junsu moaned and lifted his ass, probably begging for more. Instead, Junho reached between Junsu’s legs, wrapped his hand around Yoochun’s erection and held him steady until Junsu could shift enough to get Yoochun to slide into him. Both of them moaned, and Junho laughed again. He leaned over Junsu and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Come on,” Junho said and tugged on Yunho’s arm. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Yunho smiled and let himself be led back to his own bed. He settled on his back and Junho lay against him. They watched Junsu and Yoochun fuck, mouths separating only long enough to smile at each other, and then joining again for a deeper kiss. Yoochun was barely moving, and Junsu rolled his hips slowly.
“You really love me?” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun nodded. “Always. Always have. Since we were sixteen. Why do you think I was so willing to fuck you at that first time?”
Junsu gasped and then pouted. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Yoochun shrugged. “We’re best friends, and it’s not like I never got to fuck you. I didn’t want to ruin that if ... if you didn’t feel the same. And you are a bit of a slut.”
Junsu snorted, but he was smiling. “I am, and I didn’t ... I didn’t think that you thought of me as anything more than a friend you liked to fuck.”
“Well, you definitely are a friend I like to fuck.”
Junsu smiled and pushed up with his hands on Yoochun’s chest. Instead of staying on his back, Yoochun followed him up, and they shifted until Yoochun was leaning against the wall with Junsu on his lap, knees bent. Yoochun gripped Junsu’s ass and lifted him up and down on his cock. Junsu threw his head back with a whimper.
“This is way hotter than it should be,” Junho said.
Yunho snorted and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. “Still can’t believe you just fucked your brother.”
“It was inevitable,” Junho said. “I’m probably the only one on campus that hadn’t fucked him.”
Junsu laughed breathlessly.
“You’re such a slut,” Yoochun gasped. “Fucking love that.”
Junsu slowed down and sat, stilling completely. “Huh?”
Yoochun whimpered and tried to fuck up into him.
“What do you mean? You love that I’m a slut?”
Yoochun nodded. “Sexy, so fucking sexy to watch everyone use you. Hot. Love it.”
“Oh, god, you love it?”
“I do, mostly because I get to fuck you when they’re all done with you, and I love that. I love that I am usually the first and last one to fuck you and the one that gets to fall asleep and wake up with you, and shower with you, and clean you up and take care of you when you’re all done spreading your legs for everyone else. God, I love it. I love you so much when you need me.”
Junsu nodded frantically. “I need you, I really do.”
“I know. And I’ll always be there for you.”
Junsu shut his eyes and sighed. “Just ... just so I’m understanding this and there isn’t any confusion this weekend at Jaejoong’s party.”
“Yes,” Yoochun said and ran his hands up Junsu’s arms and shoulders and into his hair. He tugged lightly, pulling a low moan from Junsu’s throat. “You can strip and bend over and offer your ass to whoever you want. I know you, love. I know you love having so many of them want you and so many of them watch you. And I love watching them fuck you. I love watching your face when two of them are in your ass and one is down your throat but from now on, I get you first. I get you last. I love fucking you when you’re so stretched out and full of come.”
Junsu nodded frantically. “Fuck, yes, please. Yes. Yes, please.”
Their mouths molded again.
Junho sighed and rolled his eyes, looking up at Yunho. “Well, I tried.”
“Tried?” Yunho said.
“I’ve been trying to get Junsu to settle down with one man for awhile, and when I found out that Yoochun loved Junsu as much as Junsu loved him ... well, I thought it was going to be easy.”
“Junsu is really easy,” Yoochun said. “Easy to love, easy to fuck.”
Junho sighed dramatically again and then pulled away from Yunho. “Let’s go take a shower so I can wash the smell of slut off me.”
“Best smell in the world,” Yoochun said.
Junsu laughed breathlessly.
Junho went behind his brother, tangled his hand in Junsu’s hair and yanked his head back. “You are very, very sexy.”
“I know.”
“And, yes, I liked fucking you, but no, it’s not happening again.”
Junsu smirked, lifted his head enough to lick at his brother’s lips, and said, “I’m sure I can talk you into it again.”
Junho laughed and said, “And when you do, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed it this time.”
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