Delicate 5/?
Title: Delicate 5/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 5:
“What god decided to shove a bunch of sunshine up your ass?” Hyunjoong asked him that night during his shift at the bar.
Yoochun laughed and finished pouring a shot of tequila into a glass. He didn’t answer, instead grabbing a beer for another customer.
“You shut up,” Yunho said, slightly slurred from the alcohol. “His smile is gorgeous. Gorgeous. Don’t tell him to stop.”
Yoochun smiled over at one of his favorite customers and leaned close enough for a kiss to his cheek.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho said again and reached to touch him.
Yoochun pretended he didn’t notice and refilled Yunho’s glass with soju.
Hyunjoong rolled his eyes and went back to the floor to get a few more drink orders.
“Seriously sexy,” Yunho slurred and sloppily licked his lips. “Want to take you home.”
“You’re married, hyung,” Yoochun reminded him.
Yunho blew out a breath in protest. “So? Sexier than she is. Sexy. Don’t marry a woman. No dick.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“While you’re in a good mood,” Hyunjoong said as he sat down a few empty glasses, “I’ll tell you that I saw Jaejoong today.”
Yoochun’s smile immediately fell and he glared at the bar top. “So what?”
Hyunjoong snorted. “He asked about you.”
“Good for him.”
“I told him you were a deadbeat drunken bastard without him.”
“Fuck you.”
Hyunjoong sighed. “I’m kidding. I actually told him that you were happy because you have been. He seemed glad that you met someone but upset when I said I didn’t know who it was.”
“My business, not yours. Fuck off.”
“Chunnie,” Yunho whined. “Smile again.”
Yoochun tried to smile, but it felt like more of a scowl.
“Fuck you,” Yunho said, pointing at Hyunjoong. “Make him happy again. Kiss him.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned over the bar, into Yunho’s space. “Rather have you kiss me. He’s a dick.”
Yunho smiled and latched onto the back of his neck to press their lips together. He didn’t mind when Yunho forced his tongue into his mouth and he didn’t mind the gasps and begs to let Yunho fuck him. He wouldn’t mainly because he didn’t want to be “the other woman,” but it was always nice to be wanted. He spent his entire break in a back booth, in Yunho’s lap, accepting kisses and drinks until his head was swimming and Yunho was drunk enough to call a cab to take him home.
It was almost closing time when Yoochun cleared his throat and asked Hyunjoong. “Was .. how ... okay? Was he okay?”
Hyunjoong smirked at him and nodded. “Yeah. Leaning against a tall piece of chocolate heaven.”
Yoochun’s chest constricted. “Didn’t need to know that.”
Hyunjoong actually smiled. “Yes, you did. It’s been what four years?”
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Almost.”
“Move on, man. With this new guy that you won’t tell me about.”
“Nothing to tell,” Yoochun said. “We’re friends.”
“I want to meet him.”
“One day,” Yoochun said.
“Oh, and he’s blond now. Looks kind of trashy.”
Yoochun gave him a look with an eyebrow raised.
Hyunjoong laughed. “Yeah, okay, he’s sexy as hell. He probably always will be.”
“Yeah.”
“Look, I knew this would upset you, but my point is, he’s ... he’s ... moved on. You need to, too.”
“I know. I know. But also remember,” Yoochun said, trying not to be too angry, “he left me. It makes more sense that he’d be fine when it was me that was discarded.”
“Yeah. And he’s not coming back.”
“Fuck you.”
Hyunjoong stared at him until Yoochun grumbled an apology and turned back to the bar to finish his shift. He took a single bottle of soju home with him and sipped on it as he walked. He thought about pulling up a curb and waiting for a bus, but he could walk home before the first one came.
He thought about Jaejoong. He hadn’t seen him in four years, but their mutual friends or acquaintances always gave him updates. The first two years he had to beg them for news about Jaejoong.
He had been obsessed, but that usually happened when you were in love. And he had been in love. Still was in love. Probably would always be in love with Jaejoong. He had defied his family for him, moved in with him, got matching tattoos with him.
Yoochun didn’t even know that Jaejoong had been unhappy after a few years. He had tried to get over him, tried dating, tried fucking around. But alcohol was all that helped dull the pain.
And Junsu.
But Junsu didn’t count. He was too new in Yoochun’s life. Too ... different.
Not normal.
Maybe not normal was exactly what Yoochun needed, though he did not think that was fair to Junsu. He had to learn. Yoochun had to help him.
With a sigh, Yoochun headed up the stairs to his apartment. He finished the bottle on the way up. The door was not locked; he’d have to talk to Junsu about that. The apartment was dark, only lit by the city lights outside. Junsu was probably sleeping. Yoochun kicked his shoes off. Whimpers from next door echoed through the dark.
Yoochun headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water and stopped at another louder, desperate whimper that was definitely not filtered through the wall. He looked around the room and saw movement on the bed.
That kind of quick frantic movement. Accompanied by pale light on pale skin.
Yoochun flushed and moved closer, wanting to look, wanting to hurry to the bathroom until Junsu finished. But drunken curiosity was more powerful than propriety and Yoochun moved to the bed.
Junsu lay mostly naked, t-shirt bunched up around his armpits, smooth legs spread wide apart. The city lights glistened over his sweaty skin and cast shadows on the tense muscles of his thighs and his abs. Yoochun let himself look and licked his lips. Not only was there a pink twinkle at his navel, but there was another one at his cock, right at the ridge, and there was a dark tattoo on his thigh.
Yoochun’s head went light with a sudden burst of lust.
Junsu whimpered again. His name.
Yoochun glanced up at his face so fast that his neck should have broken. His pink hair was darker and lay in wet swathes on his forehead. Sweat beaded down his face and neck. How long had he been jerking himself off?
“Please,” Junsu whispered, hand speeding up. His eyes opened and shut with each wave of pleasure that rocked through him. “Please.”
Please what? Yoochun wondered.
“Come, let me come, please.”
Yoochun’s forehead furrowed and he looked back down at Junsu’s body. Across his sculpted, tight abs. His cock pulsing liquid to his stomach.
“Please! Please!”
Yoochun’s knees hit the side of the bed, and he watched for another moment. His cock was throbbing in his jeans and he wanted to touch, ached to touch and play. Junsu’s strokes turned frantic, his butt lifting from the bed, his cries growing louder. It looked like he was on the brink of coming, just on the edge, and Yoochun waited, wanting to see it.
Fingers suddenly gripped his shirt and yanked on him, and Yoochun fell to the bed with an oof. He just managed to turn so he did not fall onto Junsu, but ended up half on the bed, half off, propped up on his elbow.
“Please,” Junsu whispered. “Please let me come. Please.”
Yoochun frowned at him and nodded, but Junsu’s eyes were shut tightly and he was still tugging at Yoochun, pulling himself closer until Yoochun shifted up on the bed, and Junsu’s face was buried in Yoochun’s side. His scream was muffled, and Yoochun expected him to have come, but his body just shook and twisted. Yoochun licked his lips and reached through his soju-swirled haze to touch Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu whimpered, and twisted closer, still begging.
And Yoochun understood. He gasped and nodded, trying to think past the pleasure and lust coiling through him.
Junsu couldn’t come. Not without permission.
Yoochun remembered telling him he could jerk off, but that didn’t seem like enough permission.
“Yoochun, please!” Junsu shouted and curled up around him, arms around his side, at his legs, and then he was moving, muffling his cries on Yoochun’s chest while he humped Yoochun’s leg.
Yoochun cleared his throat and shifted, moved his leg and Junsu whimpered, adjusting until the was riding Yoochun’s thigh, face at Yoochun’s neck. His gasps puffed on Yoochun’s skin, and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
“Please,” Junsu gasped. “Please. Please. Let me come, let me come.”
Yoochun licked his lips again, and nodded. He lifted shaking hands and pulled Junsu’s body closer, letting his fingers slide down his sweaty back, just to his tailbone. He stopped there, wanting to grip his plump ass, but not wanting to freak Junsu out. He rested his head against Junsu’s.
“Come,” Yoochun managed to whisper. And then said it louder, “Come. It’s okay, Su-ah. You can come.”
Junsu whimpered in absolute relief and his body shook, thrusts faster.
Yoochun said it again, right against his ear. “Come, baby, it’s okay. Come.”
Junsu’s body froze for a moment, his mouth open against Yoochun’s neck. He whimpered and then screamed, body jerking through one of the most violent orgasms Yoochun had ever seen. Junsu whimpered and moaned, shaking and convulsing. Yoochun felt wet spots through his t-shirt all the way up to this chest.
And then Junsu collapsed, fell against him in a crying, shivering heap.
Yoochun had no idea what to say and kept rubbing his back, under the t-shirt, while Junsu’s sobs echoed through the room. And he had no idea how long it was until Junsu’s sobs turned to sniffles and his body sagged against him.
The sky in the windows was a lighter shade of dark. More lights brightened the city.
“S-ssory, I’m ... s-ssorrry, I ...”
Yoochun hushed him. “It’s okay.”
Junsu pushed up and glared at him. “It’s not okay!”
Yoochun smiled and pulled Junsu against him body and hugged him tightly. “It is okay.”
Junsu was crying again.
Yoochun said nothing and held him closer, tucked under his chin until he calmed down again. He moved Junsu enough to see his face and the tears on his cheeks. He rubbed them away with his thumbs and just stopped himself from leaning forward to kiss him.
“Go take a shower,” Yoochun whispered. “Clean up a bit, okay? We can talk after, if you want.”
Junsu rubbed his arms and then nodded. He bit his lips before hugging Yoochun tightly, unexpectedly, and then he got up. Come dripped down his thighs, and his bare ass was probably the most gorgeous thing Yoochun had ever seen. His body curved in a perfect S-line that he knew a lot of women would kill for.
He staggered to the bathroom, and Yoochun sat frozen, watching, until the door shut and he was able to breathe again. He put his hand to the bed to get up and it landed right in a thick puddle of come. Yoochun made a face at the feeling, but brought his hand up and licked the come off it. He shivered when his cock pulsed.
Fuck that was hot. Too hot.
He unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them and his boxers to his knees, and wrapped his dirty hand on his cock, and stroked. With everything in his mind, and even if it was fucked up, the sounds of Junsu begging, had him coming in minutes, adding to the mess already on his clothes and the bed.
Eh, he had to do laundry anyway.
He lay in bed, gasping and recovering, until the shower turned off. He sat up and pulled his t-shirt off carefully. A clump of come still managed to drip to his shoulder. He wiped it off, spreading more from the t-shirt on his chest. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the shirt to the side and then stood up to finish stripping.
Junsu did not come out of the bathroom, so Yoochun went in.
He was staring at himself in the mirror, only a towel around his waist. Sad. Upset. Not his usually smiling happy self.
Yoochun thought of keeping his distance and did only because he still had come all over him. But he didn’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to Junsu’s bare shoulder. He said nothing until he was in the shower, water streaming around him.
“Go yank the sheets off the bed,” he said. “I need to do laundry anyway.”
Junsu didn’t reply but a few seconds later, the door to the bathroom opened. Yoochun washed quickly, dried off even faster and went into the room. The sheets from the bed were in a pile on the floor. Junsu’s pink hair peaked up from over the couch.
Yoochun went to the dresser and slipped on a pair of sweatpants before going to the couch. Junsu was holding a pillow against his body. He’d put on the same plaid pants he wore the first day, but he too wasn’t wearing a shirt. Yoochun sat right next to him, and despite Junsu’s half-hearted protests, pulled Junsu (pillow and all) into a hug.
Junsu’s chest hitched and Yoochun hugged him tighter, rubbing his arm and shoulder with one hand.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu whispered.
“Don’t be.”
Junsu lifted his head and bit his lower lip. “I ... I can’t ... I wasn’t allowed to come without permission. I tried ... I knew ... I knew you would just tell me it was okay, but I couldn’t, and I ...”
Yoochun hushed him. “I know.”
“It’s so hard ... everything I did was dictated and controlled. I wasn’t even ejaculating before my orgasms were controlled, and sometimes I can’t even piss because I know I wasn’t told I could.”
“Will it help if I tell you that you can come and orgasm whenever you want?”
“No. I already knew that you’d say that, but I still ... I couldn’t.”
Yoochun thought about that and then said, “I guess we’ll just have to train you again.”
Junsu snorted and lifted his head. “Until what? Until I can only come when you tell me to?”
“No, but ...” Yoochun had to take a deep breath of control because really, the thought of Junsu only coming when he said he could was really hot. “Every night, I go to work, you jerk off. If you can’t come, then fine. When I get home, like today, I’ll give you permission, but in the back of that pretty head of yours, I want you to understand that you have permission to do whatever you want, including coming. Maybe in a few weeks ...”
Junsu huffed. “So, tomorrow, we’re going to do this again?”
Yoochun licked his lips.
“Like that idea, huh?”
Yoochun felt heat rush to his face, but hoped it was dark enough that Junsu did not see. “You are incredibly sexy, Junsu, so yeah.”
“Not normal,” Junsu said.
“No, not normal.”
Junsu sighed and shut his eyes. He rubbed his face.
Not normal.
Yoochun pulled him and Junsu went with the lead until he was straddling Yoochun’s lap. Yoochun ran his hands down his bare arms and settled them on his hips, fingers rubbing at the top of the sweatpants. There was a piercing in his left nipple too.
“I couldn’t really see it,” Yoochun said and moved his hand to Junsu’s thigh. He splayed his fingers over the firm muscle. “What does it say?”
Junsu snorted. “I can’t read and your uncle never told me.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and tugged at the hem. Junsu shifted and let him pull them down. In heavy black writing was “My Pretty Slave Xiah” and next to it, a pink flower. Yoochun traced the characters as he read it out loud. He stared at it, and then at Junsu’s flaccid pierced dick. His own dick twitched, and he hastily pulled the sweats back up.
“What about yours?” Junsu asked, sitting back and crossing his arms.
Yoochun leaned back on the couch, hands in a loose grip on Junsu’s hips. “I ... my ex-boyfriend ...” He cleared his throat and tilted his head back, blinking back moisture. “We got couple tattoos as soon as we turned eighteen. It says ‘mate’ in English. He has the word ‘soul’ tattooed on his back. We always said we were soulmates.”
“Eighteen?”
Yoochun nodded. “We went to school together. My family moved back to Korea when I was fifteen, and I met Jaejoong on the first day of school, and learned that he was the outcast because he was gay and I was an outcast because I was from America and ... we ended up being best friends and then lovers and then ... my family kicked me out when I came out when we were twenty, right after our military service. I lived with him for three years before he ... he broke up with me.”
“Why did he break up with you?”
Yoochun shrugged. “He said it was just because he loved me more as a brother than a boyfriend. We were too young, too immature, and I just wasn’t what he wanted anymore.”
“Painful.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah.”
“So how long ago was this?”
“Too long, as my friend Hyunjoong says.”
“You haven’t dated since then?”
“Sort of. I’ve tried, but ... I dated Donghae for a little while, and then he tried to set me up with people, and of course I’ve had sex with people, but ... ” Yoochun tried to come up with the same excuses that he always used and kept his mouth shut instead.
“You’re scared,” Junsu whispered and touched his cheek.
Yoochun frowned but did not deny that.
Junsu continued to touch his face, over his nose and lower lip. “Is it normal that I want you to kiss me?” Junsu suddenly asked.
Yoochun choked on nothing.
Junsu laughed. “I take that as a no.”
Yoochun managed to smile and joke, “No, that is normal. Lots of people want to kiss me.”
Junsu laughed again. He put his hands on Yoochun’s shoulders and leaned forward. “But it’s not really normal, right? Considering the circumstances?”
Yoochun took a very deep breath. “No, but we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“This whole thing is still new to you, Junsu. I don’t want to take advantage of that. I want you to learn about the world and learn how to read and ... you know, get a job and be able to function on your own.”
“I can do all that and still have you kiss me, can’t I?”
Yoochun felt his resolve crumbling. It was really hard to protest something that he wanted so badly.
“Yes, but--”
Junsu’s smile lit up the room and he leaned forward, arms wrapping around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun did not stop their lips from pressing together and he put his arms around Junsu’s waist. But he waited. Junsu held the firm kiss for a few seconds before pulling away with a smile.
“I like you,” he said. “Isn’t that the first step to normal?”
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Have you been watching dramas?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes. And this is the part where you either tell me you like me too or you pretend you don’t like me and it takes us to the end of the episode until you admit it.”
Yoochun laughed with him. “When is the end of this episode?”
“Right now?”
“Okay. Right now.” Yoochun touched his cheek softly, fingers rubbing under his eyes. “I like you, too,” he whispered and kissed him again, this time letting himself relax and really kiss him, open mouths, wet lips, touches of tongue. As Junsu said the day before, this was happening now. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Now. And Yoochun was really, really happy right now.
And he really, really, really wanted to topple Junsu to the couch and give them both another orgasm, but there needed to be some semblance of normal in this to keep Yoochun from bailing.
“Let’s go back to bed, take a nap, and then do laundry,” Yoochun said.
“Is sleeping on a bed with no sheets normal?”
“Definitely not.”
Junsu laughed and climbed off Yoochun’s lap. He held out his hand and Yoochun took it, letting Junsu pull him up to this feet.
It was so easy to fall into bed, snuggle up close under the blanket, and put his arm around Junsu’s waist.
Part 6: Skin
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: This fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 5:
“What god decided to shove a bunch of sunshine up your ass?” Hyunjoong asked him that night during his shift at the bar.
Yoochun laughed and finished pouring a shot of tequila into a glass. He didn’t answer, instead grabbing a beer for another customer.
“You shut up,” Yunho said, slightly slurred from the alcohol. “His smile is gorgeous. Gorgeous. Don’t tell him to stop.”
Yoochun smiled over at one of his favorite customers and leaned close enough for a kiss to his cheek.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho said again and reached to touch him.
Yoochun pretended he didn’t notice and refilled Yunho’s glass with soju.
Hyunjoong rolled his eyes and went back to the floor to get a few more drink orders.
“Seriously sexy,” Yunho slurred and sloppily licked his lips. “Want to take you home.”
“You’re married, hyung,” Yoochun reminded him.
Yunho blew out a breath in protest. “So? Sexier than she is. Sexy. Don’t marry a woman. No dick.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“While you’re in a good mood,” Hyunjoong said as he sat down a few empty glasses, “I’ll tell you that I saw Jaejoong today.”
Yoochun’s smile immediately fell and he glared at the bar top. “So what?”
Hyunjoong snorted. “He asked about you.”
“Good for him.”
“I told him you were a deadbeat drunken bastard without him.”
“Fuck you.”
Hyunjoong sighed. “I’m kidding. I actually told him that you were happy because you have been. He seemed glad that you met someone but upset when I said I didn’t know who it was.”
“My business, not yours. Fuck off.”
“Chunnie,” Yunho whined. “Smile again.”
Yoochun tried to smile, but it felt like more of a scowl.
“Fuck you,” Yunho said, pointing at Hyunjoong. “Make him happy again. Kiss him.”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned over the bar, into Yunho’s space. “Rather have you kiss me. He’s a dick.”
Yunho smiled and latched onto the back of his neck to press their lips together. He didn’t mind when Yunho forced his tongue into his mouth and he didn’t mind the gasps and begs to let Yunho fuck him. He wouldn’t mainly because he didn’t want to be “the other woman,” but it was always nice to be wanted. He spent his entire break in a back booth, in Yunho’s lap, accepting kisses and drinks until his head was swimming and Yunho was drunk enough to call a cab to take him home.
It was almost closing time when Yoochun cleared his throat and asked Hyunjoong. “Was .. how ... okay? Was he okay?”
Hyunjoong smirked at him and nodded. “Yeah. Leaning against a tall piece of chocolate heaven.”
Yoochun’s chest constricted. “Didn’t need to know that.”
Hyunjoong actually smiled. “Yes, you did. It’s been what four years?”
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Almost.”
“Move on, man. With this new guy that you won’t tell me about.”
“Nothing to tell,” Yoochun said. “We’re friends.”
“I want to meet him.”
“One day,” Yoochun said.
“Oh, and he’s blond now. Looks kind of trashy.”
Yoochun gave him a look with an eyebrow raised.
Hyunjoong laughed. “Yeah, okay, he’s sexy as hell. He probably always will be.”
“Yeah.”
“Look, I knew this would upset you, but my point is, he’s ... he’s ... moved on. You need to, too.”
“I know. I know. But also remember,” Yoochun said, trying not to be too angry, “he left me. It makes more sense that he’d be fine when it was me that was discarded.”
“Yeah. And he’s not coming back.”
“Fuck you.”
Hyunjoong stared at him until Yoochun grumbled an apology and turned back to the bar to finish his shift. He took a single bottle of soju home with him and sipped on it as he walked. He thought about pulling up a curb and waiting for a bus, but he could walk home before the first one came.
He thought about Jaejoong. He hadn’t seen him in four years, but their mutual friends or acquaintances always gave him updates. The first two years he had to beg them for news about Jaejoong.
He had been obsessed, but that usually happened when you were in love. And he had been in love. Still was in love. Probably would always be in love with Jaejoong. He had defied his family for him, moved in with him, got matching tattoos with him.
Yoochun didn’t even know that Jaejoong had been unhappy after a few years. He had tried to get over him, tried dating, tried fucking around. But alcohol was all that helped dull the pain.
And Junsu.
But Junsu didn’t count. He was too new in Yoochun’s life. Too ... different.
Not normal.
Maybe not normal was exactly what Yoochun needed, though he did not think that was fair to Junsu. He had to learn. Yoochun had to help him.
With a sigh, Yoochun headed up the stairs to his apartment. He finished the bottle on the way up. The door was not locked; he’d have to talk to Junsu about that. The apartment was dark, only lit by the city lights outside. Junsu was probably sleeping. Yoochun kicked his shoes off. Whimpers from next door echoed through the dark.
Yoochun headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water and stopped at another louder, desperate whimper that was definitely not filtered through the wall. He looked around the room and saw movement on the bed.
That kind of quick frantic movement. Accompanied by pale light on pale skin.
Yoochun flushed and moved closer, wanting to look, wanting to hurry to the bathroom until Junsu finished. But drunken curiosity was more powerful than propriety and Yoochun moved to the bed.
Junsu lay mostly naked, t-shirt bunched up around his armpits, smooth legs spread wide apart. The city lights glistened over his sweaty skin and cast shadows on the tense muscles of his thighs and his abs. Yoochun let himself look and licked his lips. Not only was there a pink twinkle at his navel, but there was another one at his cock, right at the ridge, and there was a dark tattoo on his thigh.
Yoochun’s head went light with a sudden burst of lust.
Junsu whimpered again. His name.
Yoochun glanced up at his face so fast that his neck should have broken. His pink hair was darker and lay in wet swathes on his forehead. Sweat beaded down his face and neck. How long had he been jerking himself off?
“Please,” Junsu whispered, hand speeding up. His eyes opened and shut with each wave of pleasure that rocked through him. “Please.”
Please what? Yoochun wondered.
“Come, let me come, please.”
Yoochun’s forehead furrowed and he looked back down at Junsu’s body. Across his sculpted, tight abs. His cock pulsing liquid to his stomach.
“Please! Please!”
Yoochun’s knees hit the side of the bed, and he watched for another moment. His cock was throbbing in his jeans and he wanted to touch, ached to touch and play. Junsu’s strokes turned frantic, his butt lifting from the bed, his cries growing louder. It looked like he was on the brink of coming, just on the edge, and Yoochun waited, wanting to see it.
Fingers suddenly gripped his shirt and yanked on him, and Yoochun fell to the bed with an oof. He just managed to turn so he did not fall onto Junsu, but ended up half on the bed, half off, propped up on his elbow.
“Please,” Junsu whispered. “Please let me come. Please.”
Yoochun frowned at him and nodded, but Junsu’s eyes were shut tightly and he was still tugging at Yoochun, pulling himself closer until Yoochun shifted up on the bed, and Junsu’s face was buried in Yoochun’s side. His scream was muffled, and Yoochun expected him to have come, but his body just shook and twisted. Yoochun licked his lips and reached through his soju-swirled haze to touch Junsu’s shoulder.
Junsu whimpered, and twisted closer, still begging.
And Yoochun understood. He gasped and nodded, trying to think past the pleasure and lust coiling through him.
Junsu couldn’t come. Not without permission.
Yoochun remembered telling him he could jerk off, but that didn’t seem like enough permission.
“Yoochun, please!” Junsu shouted and curled up around him, arms around his side, at his legs, and then he was moving, muffling his cries on Yoochun’s chest while he humped Yoochun’s leg.
Yoochun cleared his throat and shifted, moved his leg and Junsu whimpered, adjusting until the was riding Yoochun’s thigh, face at Yoochun’s neck. His gasps puffed on Yoochun’s skin, and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
“Please,” Junsu gasped. “Please. Please. Let me come, let me come.”
Yoochun licked his lips again, and nodded. He lifted shaking hands and pulled Junsu’s body closer, letting his fingers slide down his sweaty back, just to his tailbone. He stopped there, wanting to grip his plump ass, but not wanting to freak Junsu out. He rested his head against Junsu’s.
“Come,” Yoochun managed to whisper. And then said it louder, “Come. It’s okay, Su-ah. You can come.”
Junsu whimpered in absolute relief and his body shook, thrusts faster.
Yoochun said it again, right against his ear. “Come, baby, it’s okay. Come.”
Junsu’s body froze for a moment, his mouth open against Yoochun’s neck. He whimpered and then screamed, body jerking through one of the most violent orgasms Yoochun had ever seen. Junsu whimpered and moaned, shaking and convulsing. Yoochun felt wet spots through his t-shirt all the way up to this chest.
And then Junsu collapsed, fell against him in a crying, shivering heap.
Yoochun had no idea what to say and kept rubbing his back, under the t-shirt, while Junsu’s sobs echoed through the room. And he had no idea how long it was until Junsu’s sobs turned to sniffles and his body sagged against him.
The sky in the windows was a lighter shade of dark. More lights brightened the city.
“S-ssory, I’m ... s-ssorrry, I ...”
Yoochun hushed him. “It’s okay.”
Junsu pushed up and glared at him. “It’s not okay!”
Yoochun smiled and pulled Junsu against him body and hugged him tightly. “It is okay.”
Junsu was crying again.
Yoochun said nothing and held him closer, tucked under his chin until he calmed down again. He moved Junsu enough to see his face and the tears on his cheeks. He rubbed them away with his thumbs and just stopped himself from leaning forward to kiss him.
“Go take a shower,” Yoochun whispered. “Clean up a bit, okay? We can talk after, if you want.”
Junsu rubbed his arms and then nodded. He bit his lips before hugging Yoochun tightly, unexpectedly, and then he got up. Come dripped down his thighs, and his bare ass was probably the most gorgeous thing Yoochun had ever seen. His body curved in a perfect S-line that he knew a lot of women would kill for.
He staggered to the bathroom, and Yoochun sat frozen, watching, until the door shut and he was able to breathe again. He put his hand to the bed to get up and it landed right in a thick puddle of come. Yoochun made a face at the feeling, but brought his hand up and licked the come off it. He shivered when his cock pulsed.
Fuck that was hot. Too hot.
He unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them and his boxers to his knees, and wrapped his dirty hand on his cock, and stroked. With everything in his mind, and even if it was fucked up, the sounds of Junsu begging, had him coming in minutes, adding to the mess already on his clothes and the bed.
Eh, he had to do laundry anyway.
He lay in bed, gasping and recovering, until the shower turned off. He sat up and pulled his t-shirt off carefully. A clump of come still managed to drip to his shoulder. He wiped it off, spreading more from the t-shirt on his chest. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the shirt to the side and then stood up to finish stripping.
Junsu did not come out of the bathroom, so Yoochun went in.
He was staring at himself in the mirror, only a towel around his waist. Sad. Upset. Not his usually smiling happy self.
Yoochun thought of keeping his distance and did only because he still had come all over him. But he didn’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to Junsu’s bare shoulder. He said nothing until he was in the shower, water streaming around him.
“Go yank the sheets off the bed,” he said. “I need to do laundry anyway.”
Junsu didn’t reply but a few seconds later, the door to the bathroom opened. Yoochun washed quickly, dried off even faster and went into the room. The sheets from the bed were in a pile on the floor. Junsu’s pink hair peaked up from over the couch.
Yoochun went to the dresser and slipped on a pair of sweatpants before going to the couch. Junsu was holding a pillow against his body. He’d put on the same plaid pants he wore the first day, but he too wasn’t wearing a shirt. Yoochun sat right next to him, and despite Junsu’s half-hearted protests, pulled Junsu (pillow and all) into a hug.
Junsu’s chest hitched and Yoochun hugged him tighter, rubbing his arm and shoulder with one hand.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu whispered.
“Don’t be.”
Junsu lifted his head and bit his lower lip. “I ... I can’t ... I wasn’t allowed to come without permission. I tried ... I knew ... I knew you would just tell me it was okay, but I couldn’t, and I ...”
Yoochun hushed him. “I know.”
“It’s so hard ... everything I did was dictated and controlled. I wasn’t even ejaculating before my orgasms were controlled, and sometimes I can’t even piss because I know I wasn’t told I could.”
“Will it help if I tell you that you can come and orgasm whenever you want?”
“No. I already knew that you’d say that, but I still ... I couldn’t.”
Yoochun thought about that and then said, “I guess we’ll just have to train you again.”
Junsu snorted and lifted his head. “Until what? Until I can only come when you tell me to?”
“No, but ...” Yoochun had to take a deep breath of control because really, the thought of Junsu only coming when he said he could was really hot. “Every night, I go to work, you jerk off. If you can’t come, then fine. When I get home, like today, I’ll give you permission, but in the back of that pretty head of yours, I want you to understand that you have permission to do whatever you want, including coming. Maybe in a few weeks ...”
Junsu huffed. “So, tomorrow, we’re going to do this again?”
Yoochun licked his lips.
“Like that idea, huh?”
Yoochun felt heat rush to his face, but hoped it was dark enough that Junsu did not see. “You are incredibly sexy, Junsu, so yeah.”
“Not normal,” Junsu said.
“No, not normal.”
Junsu sighed and shut his eyes. He rubbed his face.
Not normal.
Yoochun pulled him and Junsu went with the lead until he was straddling Yoochun’s lap. Yoochun ran his hands down his bare arms and settled them on his hips, fingers rubbing at the top of the sweatpants. There was a piercing in his left nipple too.
“I couldn’t really see it,” Yoochun said and moved his hand to Junsu’s thigh. He splayed his fingers over the firm muscle. “What does it say?”
Junsu snorted. “I can’t read and your uncle never told me.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and tugged at the hem. Junsu shifted and let him pull them down. In heavy black writing was “My Pretty Slave Xiah” and next to it, a pink flower. Yoochun traced the characters as he read it out loud. He stared at it, and then at Junsu’s flaccid pierced dick. His own dick twitched, and he hastily pulled the sweats back up.
“What about yours?” Junsu asked, sitting back and crossing his arms.
Yoochun leaned back on the couch, hands in a loose grip on Junsu’s hips. “I ... my ex-boyfriend ...” He cleared his throat and tilted his head back, blinking back moisture. “We got couple tattoos as soon as we turned eighteen. It says ‘mate’ in English. He has the word ‘soul’ tattooed on his back. We always said we were soulmates.”
“Eighteen?”
Yoochun nodded. “We went to school together. My family moved back to Korea when I was fifteen, and I met Jaejoong on the first day of school, and learned that he was the outcast because he was gay and I was an outcast because I was from America and ... we ended up being best friends and then lovers and then ... my family kicked me out when I came out when we were twenty, right after our military service. I lived with him for three years before he ... he broke up with me.”
“Why did he break up with you?”
Yoochun shrugged. “He said it was just because he loved me more as a brother than a boyfriend. We were too young, too immature, and I just wasn’t what he wanted anymore.”
“Painful.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah.”
“So how long ago was this?”
“Too long, as my friend Hyunjoong says.”
“You haven’t dated since then?”
“Sort of. I’ve tried, but ... I dated Donghae for a little while, and then he tried to set me up with people, and of course I’ve had sex with people, but ... ” Yoochun tried to come up with the same excuses that he always used and kept his mouth shut instead.
“You’re scared,” Junsu whispered and touched his cheek.
Yoochun frowned but did not deny that.
Junsu continued to touch his face, over his nose and lower lip. “Is it normal that I want you to kiss me?” Junsu suddenly asked.
Yoochun choked on nothing.
Junsu laughed. “I take that as a no.”
Yoochun managed to smile and joke, “No, that is normal. Lots of people want to kiss me.”
Junsu laughed again. He put his hands on Yoochun’s shoulders and leaned forward. “But it’s not really normal, right? Considering the circumstances?”
Yoochun took a very deep breath. “No, but we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“This whole thing is still new to you, Junsu. I don’t want to take advantage of that. I want you to learn about the world and learn how to read and ... you know, get a job and be able to function on your own.”
“I can do all that and still have you kiss me, can’t I?”
Yoochun felt his resolve crumbling. It was really hard to protest something that he wanted so badly.
“Yes, but--”
Junsu’s smile lit up the room and he leaned forward, arms wrapping around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun did not stop their lips from pressing together and he put his arms around Junsu’s waist. But he waited. Junsu held the firm kiss for a few seconds before pulling away with a smile.
“I like you,” he said. “Isn’t that the first step to normal?”
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Have you been watching dramas?”
Junsu laughed. “Yes. And this is the part where you either tell me you like me too or you pretend you don’t like me and it takes us to the end of the episode until you admit it.”
Yoochun laughed with him. “When is the end of this episode?”
“Right now?”
“Okay. Right now.” Yoochun touched his cheek softly, fingers rubbing under his eyes. “I like you, too,” he whispered and kissed him again, this time letting himself relax and really kiss him, open mouths, wet lips, touches of tongue. As Junsu said the day before, this was happening now. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Now. And Yoochun was really, really happy right now.
And he really, really, really wanted to topple Junsu to the couch and give them both another orgasm, but there needed to be some semblance of normal in this to keep Yoochun from bailing.
“Let’s go back to bed, take a nap, and then do laundry,” Yoochun said.
“Is sleeping on a bed with no sheets normal?”
“Definitely not.”
Junsu laughed and climbed off Yoochun’s lap. He held out his hand and Yoochun took it, letting Junsu pull him up to this feet.
It was so easy to fall into bed, snuggle up close under the blanket, and put his arm around Junsu’s waist.
Part 6: Skin
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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