Delicate 6/?
Title: Delicate 6/?
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!
A/N2: SHORT CHAPTER because the next part is going to be a little angsty and I didn't want to ruin fluffy cute with it, so yeah ... a warning and a you're welcome. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 6:
Yoochun quietly opened the door, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Listening for Junsu stroking off. He was met with silence. He felt a bit guilty that he was disappointed. He entered his apartment and kicked off his shoes. He maneuvered to the dresser from the city light filtering through the window. A glance at the bed showed him that Junsu was sleeping, pink hair splayed over a pillow. Topless. The light caught the pink jewel in his nipple.
Yoochun licked his lips and quickly went to the bathroom. He stripped, used the toilet, brushed his teeth, and then went back to the bed, wearing just boxers.
He climbed under the covers, smiling as Junsu protested in his sleep. He curled on his side and moved close enough to drape his arm around his stomach. Junsu huffed and turned away from him, but shifted closer, so they were pressed together.
Yoochun smiled and let himself kiss the soft skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder. His fingertips trailed across his stomach, skin twitching under the light touch.
He woke up to Junsu moving and bright sunlight. He moaned, curling up against the opposite wall and throwing the pillow over his head. A few moments later, the light dimmed and the bed dipped and a warm body nestled against his.
Yoochun smiled and shifted back, curling his fingers with Junsu’s where they sneaked around his waist.
“You’re awake?”
Yoochun hummed, already on his way back to sleep.
“Liar,” Junsu whispered and kissed him in just the same spot as Yoochun had kissed him earlier.
Yoochun woke up to soft moans by his ear and a slight movement of the bed. It was easy to wake up. His head did not throb. His stomach wasn’t a tangled mess of alcohol. He had one shot the night before. It was an interesting experience to not be hungover. One he was getting used to.
“Yoochun,” Junsu whispered, voice breathy.
Yoochun blinked, turning his head to Junsu’s bright smile. He returned it, shifting closer.
Junsu trailed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek, and Yoochun shut his eyes, not surprised when Junsu kissed him. But he was surprised when Junsu moved closer, pulling their bodies together.
Yoochun realized Junsu was naked, and he should have known that first. In his defense, Junsu’s smile was distracting. So was the erection pressed against his hip.
“Good morning,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun could only smile, throat too tight to actually reply. Junsu kissed him again and rubbed against him, small rotations of his hips.
“I got a headstart,” Junsu said, “but this is much better than waiting until I’m ready to come and then waking you up.”
Yoochun grunted his agreement and didn’t stop Junsu from pulling him over until he was on top, one leg between Junsu’s, giving him something to rut against. Junsu moaned, body moving continuously, fingers digging into Yoochun’s back. Their lips met again, Yoochun’s arm bent right next to Junsu’s head. Junsu eagerly met each kiss and tried to speed it up, but Yoochun kept them slow, kept each touch of tongue, each brush of lips, soft and gentle. Junsu keened and whimpered in the back of his throat, writhing underneath him.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Yoochun whispered as he moved his lips down Junsu’s soft jawline.
“Probably not,” Junsu gasped.
Yoochun smiled and kept kissing delicate skin that jerked and shivered under his touch. He slid back, one hand at Junsu’s hip and let his lips and tongue dance over his collarbones and down his chest to his pierced nipple. He lapped at the jewel before sucking everything into his mouth.
Junsu moaned, rubbing against Yoochun’s thigh. His hands slid down Yoochun’s back and into his boxers.
Yoochun pushed up on his hands, pressing his weight against Junsu’s body to still his movements. “As hot as it is to watch you beg,” Yoochun said with a smirk, “you can come whenever you want, okay? Hold yourself back only if you want.”
Junsu smiled widely, wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and pulled him back down for more kisses. Hands gripped and slipped over sweaty skin. Bodies brushed and twisted. Junsu whimpered his name, fingers sliding up the leg of Yoochun’s boxers.
Yoochun smiled and shifted enough to pull them off.
“Will ... will you touch me?” Junsu whispered.
“Yes, but only if you touch me, too.”
Junsu nodded and licked his lips. He suddenly looked nervous, scared. Yoochun brushed his fingers over Junsu’s cheeks.
“I ... I wasn’t allowed to touch. Ever. With my hands.”
Yoochun smiled and said, “Well, if you don’t, I’m really going to be upset. I want your hands on me.”
Junsu gripped Yoochun’s erection lightly and Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting at the soft touch. Junsu stroked him a few times before Yoochun reciprocated, fingers curling around Junsu’s cock. His thumb brushed over the piercing, making Junsu’s breath hitch.
“Contest,” Yoochun gasped. “See who can make the other come first and you’re not allowed to hold back.”
“Who wins? Me for making you come, or you for coming first?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Smart ass. Stroke.”
Junsu laughed and Yoochun kissed him. Their bodies shifted enough to allow the other to stroke, and Yoochun’s head went light quickly. He was going to lose ... or win. It’d been so long since he was sober enough to appreciate the touch of someone else’s hand on his skin, the feel and heft of someone else’s erection in his hand.
But it was more than that. It was waking up to Junsu, sharing a bed with Junsu, smiling, laughing, eating, reading, living with Junsu. He was falling too soon and too fast, but it was what he is best at.
As the pleasure spiraled higher, Yoochun stopped kissing Junsu’s lips, pressing his face against his collarbone, letting his skin and heat and smell fill his brain and body. He fought the urge to thrust into Junsu’s hand and focused his desperation on leaving hickys and teeth marks along Junsu’s collarbone and down to his nipple. He was sucking on the piercing again when the pleasure peaked and Junsu rocked up into him when he bit down and he shuddered, elbow collapsing. His cock slid along Junsu’s side and Yoochun thrust fast, spraying his release over Junsu’s skin as his orgasm rendered him useless for a couple of long minutes.
When Yoochun finally pushed himself back up to his hands, Junsu was stroking his own cock. It wasn’t the frantic need from the night before, but the leisurely strokes of someone very pleased with himself. Yoochun smiled at Junsu’s satisfied smirk and shifted so he was straddling Junsu’s thighs. He ran his hands up and down Junsu’s side, through the mess of come, and to his nipples, slick and firm, and down to his belly button, tugging at the piercing there.
Junsu moaned, eyes shutting, back arching a little bit. He sped up his strokes.
“Stop,” Yoochun said.
Junsu whimpered, but stopped stroking himself immediately.
With another smile, Yoochun used Junsu’s hips to steady himself and lowered his head. He ran his tongue along the crown of Junsu’s erection, pulling a cry from Junsu’s throat. He lapped at the piercing, sucking lightly on the ridge before taking the head and half the shaft into his throat. He stopped where Junsu still gripped himself and hummed in annoyance. Junsu’s hand left and went right to his hair, both hands pulling while Yoochun sucked on him.
“Oh, god, Yoochun, fuck, Yoochun!”
A violent jerk of Junsu’s body had Yoochun falling, almost gagging on his cock, and then the hands tightened in his hair and Junsu lifted his hips, fucking Yoochun’s throat. His jaw ached immediately from the onslaught, but the knew Junsu was too close to stop him. He reached up and lightly tugged on Junsu’s balls.
Junsu sped up, legs spreading for better leverage, while screaming and cursing and shouting Yoochun’s name as he came. Yoochun gagged on the sudden surge of come in his mouth and swallowed what he could before pulling away and letting Junsu pump the rest of his release out onto his stomach.
Yoochun licked his lips, smiling down at Junsu’s twitching body, chest heaving with his gasps. “You better have woken up the neighbors,” Yoochun whispered and kissed his hip bone.
Junsu laughed breathlessly. “I hope so.”
“You’re gorgeous, did you know that?”
Junsu smiled and nodded. “I’m learning that.”
Yoochun slid up his body and kissed his lips softly.
“That was so much better than jerking off on my own.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, it was. Let’s go take a shower.”
Junsu hooked his arms around Yoochun’s neck and a foot around his knee. They both shuddered as sensitive erections slid along slick skin.
“Take me out,” Junsu said.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“A date. Take me on a date.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Watching dramas again today?”
Junsu pouted.
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his lips. “Okay, okay. Right now?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Date things.”
Yoochun laughed again. “Okay. Let’s go clean up and we’ll go on a date.”
“Good.”
---
Yoochun took Junsu to a coffee shop because it was a normal spot for first dates. And because he needed caffeine. Junsu ordered a sugary pumpkin spiced latte with whipped cream and a blueberry coffee cake. Yoochun ordered black drip coffee and smiled when Junsu called it boring.
Junsu paid and they found a table to sit at with their legs wrapped together.
Yoochun noticed the glances they received. Junsu did not, and Yoochun forced himself to ignore them, to smile at Junsu’s bubbling gorgeous face and teach him about dating.
“Is it really so awkward?” Junsu asked. “What’s so hard about asking someone out?”
“They could say no. Rejection is painful.”
Junsu frowned and nodded. “That’s true.”
“It hurts when you more or less throw yourself in front of someone, gather up all the courage to say, ‘hey, I like you, let’s go out’ and then have them say no.”
“So you’ve been rejected?”
“Plenty of times.”
“What keeps you asking?”
“Huh?”
Junsu looked out the window and sipped on his drink. “If rejection is so painful, then why do people keep asking?”
Yoochun smiled and reached his hand over the table. Junsu looked at it, smiled and thread their fingers together. There was a disgusted scoff from the table next to them. Junsu glanced over, but Yoochun did not, tugging on his hand for his attention.
“You keep asking because the happiness of being loved and accepted is a way better feeling and much stronger than the sting of rejection.”
Junsu smiled widely and then frowned out the window. “I see what you mean now about being gay.”
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah.”
“People have been glaring at us since we sat down. Why don’t they mind their own business?”
“It’s a sin.”
“Sin?”
“Yeah, religion.”
“Oh. I’m not sure I understand that.”
“My uncle wasn’t religious?”
Junsu gave him a look that made Yoochun smile against the rim of his coffee cup.
“You aren’t religious,” Yoochun said, “but you were still shouting out for god earlier this morning.”
Junsu laughed, the loud, happy noise echoing through the cafe.
Yoochun chuckled with him. He broke off a piece of muffin and reached over the table. Junsu took it with his lips, eyes still shining and happy.
“Let’s get out of here,” Yoochun said.
Junsu nodded and stood up. Yoochun led the way out of the cafe and as soon as they were outside, he draped his arm around Junsu’s shoulder, something he wouldn’t have ever done in the past, even with Jaejoong.
Junsu’s arm snaked around his middle.
“Now what do you want to do on our date?” Yoochun asked.
“Can we go shopping again?” Junsu asked. “Is that a date?”
“Not normally.”
“So it’s perfect for us.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. Why do you want to go shopping again?”
“Everyone on TV has such nice clothes and even you do in your closet and I just have jeans and t-shirts and I want shirts and slacks and jackets.”
Yoochun laughed again. “Okay. We’ll go shopping, but we may have to wait until next month until you can get other things.”
“Why?”
Yoochun bit his lip as guilt flooded over him. He took a deep breath.
“Did you spend some of the money?”
“Your money,” Yoochun said and nodded. “Yes. The first day. I paid ... I paid some bills I didn’t have the money for.”
Junsu frowned and took a sip of his latte and then he shrugged. “That’s okay. I mean ... I don’t want you to feel guilty because you’re helping me and I would have given it to you if you’d asked, but the first day was ... yeah, so it’s okay. I’m not upset.”
Yoochun swallowed, but did not reply, still angry at himself.
Junsu stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and shoved Yoochun out of the flow of pedestrians. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and kissed him quickly.
“It’s okay,” Junsu said. “I’m not working and you have to pay rent and you have bills and things. It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Yoochun said. “Nothing about this is okay.”
Junsu frowned and, then he smirked and moved closer, rolling his hips just a little bit. “Nothing?”
Yoochun shut his eyes with a moan. “Okay. So part of it is okay.”
Junsu laughed and tugged at his hand. “Come on. I want to dress up and be pretty for our next date when we go to a fancy restaurant like those in the dramas.”
Yoochun laughed and followed after him.
---
By the end of the afternoon, they had a coffee date, a shopping date, a lunch date, a movie date and a walk-through-the-park date all in one. In the park, Yoochun spotted an ice cream stand and they bought popsicles which turned into a cliche moment of not being able to control himself while Junsu sucked on a popsicle, his lips turning a brighter shade of red.
Yoochun mentally made a note to buy popsicles for the apartment and dragged Junsu home for the perfect end of the perfect date where he licked up popsicle juice mixed with come from Junsu’s skin and only stopped kissing and touching Junsu when he reminded Yoochun that he had to go to work.
And when he got home from work, he did not stop himself from waking Junsu up with a blowjob and mentally smirking while swallowing Junsu's release because there was no way the neighbors could have slept through Junsu screaming his name.
Part 7: Feelings
Part 5: Lips
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!
A/N2: SHORT CHAPTER because the next part is going to be a little angsty and I didn't want to ruin fluffy cute with it, so yeah ... a warning and a you're welcome. :)
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 6:
Yoochun quietly opened the door, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Listening for Junsu stroking off. He was met with silence. He felt a bit guilty that he was disappointed. He entered his apartment and kicked off his shoes. He maneuvered to the dresser from the city light filtering through the window. A glance at the bed showed him that Junsu was sleeping, pink hair splayed over a pillow. Topless. The light caught the pink jewel in his nipple.
Yoochun licked his lips and quickly went to the bathroom. He stripped, used the toilet, brushed his teeth, and then went back to the bed, wearing just boxers.
He climbed under the covers, smiling as Junsu protested in his sleep. He curled on his side and moved close enough to drape his arm around his stomach. Junsu huffed and turned away from him, but shifted closer, so they were pressed together.
Yoochun smiled and let himself kiss the soft skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder. His fingertips trailed across his stomach, skin twitching under the light touch.
He woke up to Junsu moving and bright sunlight. He moaned, curling up against the opposite wall and throwing the pillow over his head. A few moments later, the light dimmed and the bed dipped and a warm body nestled against his.
Yoochun smiled and shifted back, curling his fingers with Junsu’s where they sneaked around his waist.
“You’re awake?”
Yoochun hummed, already on his way back to sleep.
“Liar,” Junsu whispered and kissed him in just the same spot as Yoochun had kissed him earlier.
Yoochun woke up to soft moans by his ear and a slight movement of the bed. It was easy to wake up. His head did not throb. His stomach wasn’t a tangled mess of alcohol. He had one shot the night before. It was an interesting experience to not be hungover. One he was getting used to.
“Yoochun,” Junsu whispered, voice breathy.
Yoochun blinked, turning his head to Junsu’s bright smile. He returned it, shifting closer.
Junsu trailed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek, and Yoochun shut his eyes, not surprised when Junsu kissed him. But he was surprised when Junsu moved closer, pulling their bodies together.
Yoochun realized Junsu was naked, and he should have known that first. In his defense, Junsu’s smile was distracting. So was the erection pressed against his hip.
“Good morning,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun could only smile, throat too tight to actually reply. Junsu kissed him again and rubbed against him, small rotations of his hips.
“I got a headstart,” Junsu said, “but this is much better than waiting until I’m ready to come and then waking you up.”
Yoochun grunted his agreement and didn’t stop Junsu from pulling him over until he was on top, one leg between Junsu’s, giving him something to rut against. Junsu moaned, body moving continuously, fingers digging into Yoochun’s back. Their lips met again, Yoochun’s arm bent right next to Junsu’s head. Junsu eagerly met each kiss and tried to speed it up, but Yoochun kept them slow, kept each touch of tongue, each brush of lips, soft and gentle. Junsu keened and whimpered in the back of his throat, writhing underneath him.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Yoochun whispered as he moved his lips down Junsu’s soft jawline.
“Probably not,” Junsu gasped.
Yoochun smiled and kept kissing delicate skin that jerked and shivered under his touch. He slid back, one hand at Junsu’s hip and let his lips and tongue dance over his collarbones and down his chest to his pierced nipple. He lapped at the jewel before sucking everything into his mouth.
Junsu moaned, rubbing against Yoochun’s thigh. His hands slid down Yoochun’s back and into his boxers.
Yoochun pushed up on his hands, pressing his weight against Junsu’s body to still his movements. “As hot as it is to watch you beg,” Yoochun said with a smirk, “you can come whenever you want, okay? Hold yourself back only if you want.”
Junsu smiled widely, wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and pulled him back down for more kisses. Hands gripped and slipped over sweaty skin. Bodies brushed and twisted. Junsu whimpered his name, fingers sliding up the leg of Yoochun’s boxers.
Yoochun smiled and shifted enough to pull them off.
“Will ... will you touch me?” Junsu whispered.
“Yes, but only if you touch me, too.”
Junsu nodded and licked his lips. He suddenly looked nervous, scared. Yoochun brushed his fingers over Junsu’s cheeks.
“I ... I wasn’t allowed to touch. Ever. With my hands.”
Yoochun smiled and said, “Well, if you don’t, I’m really going to be upset. I want your hands on me.”
Junsu gripped Yoochun’s erection lightly and Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting at the soft touch. Junsu stroked him a few times before Yoochun reciprocated, fingers curling around Junsu’s cock. His thumb brushed over the piercing, making Junsu’s breath hitch.
“Contest,” Yoochun gasped. “See who can make the other come first and you’re not allowed to hold back.”
“Who wins? Me for making you come, or you for coming first?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Smart ass. Stroke.”
Junsu laughed and Yoochun kissed him. Their bodies shifted enough to allow the other to stroke, and Yoochun’s head went light quickly. He was going to lose ... or win. It’d been so long since he was sober enough to appreciate the touch of someone else’s hand on his skin, the feel and heft of someone else’s erection in his hand.
But it was more than that. It was waking up to Junsu, sharing a bed with Junsu, smiling, laughing, eating, reading, living with Junsu. He was falling too soon and too fast, but it was what he is best at.
As the pleasure spiraled higher, Yoochun stopped kissing Junsu’s lips, pressing his face against his collarbone, letting his skin and heat and smell fill his brain and body. He fought the urge to thrust into Junsu’s hand and focused his desperation on leaving hickys and teeth marks along Junsu’s collarbone and down to his nipple. He was sucking on the piercing again when the pleasure peaked and Junsu rocked up into him when he bit down and he shuddered, elbow collapsing. His cock slid along Junsu’s side and Yoochun thrust fast, spraying his release over Junsu’s skin as his orgasm rendered him useless for a couple of long minutes.
When Yoochun finally pushed himself back up to his hands, Junsu was stroking his own cock. It wasn’t the frantic need from the night before, but the leisurely strokes of someone very pleased with himself. Yoochun smiled at Junsu’s satisfied smirk and shifted so he was straddling Junsu’s thighs. He ran his hands up and down Junsu’s side, through the mess of come, and to his nipples, slick and firm, and down to his belly button, tugging at the piercing there.
Junsu moaned, eyes shutting, back arching a little bit. He sped up his strokes.
“Stop,” Yoochun said.
Junsu whimpered, but stopped stroking himself immediately.
With another smile, Yoochun used Junsu’s hips to steady himself and lowered his head. He ran his tongue along the crown of Junsu’s erection, pulling a cry from Junsu’s throat. He lapped at the piercing, sucking lightly on the ridge before taking the head and half the shaft into his throat. He stopped where Junsu still gripped himself and hummed in annoyance. Junsu’s hand left and went right to his hair, both hands pulling while Yoochun sucked on him.
“Oh, god, Yoochun, fuck, Yoochun!”
A violent jerk of Junsu’s body had Yoochun falling, almost gagging on his cock, and then the hands tightened in his hair and Junsu lifted his hips, fucking Yoochun’s throat. His jaw ached immediately from the onslaught, but the knew Junsu was too close to stop him. He reached up and lightly tugged on Junsu’s balls.
Junsu sped up, legs spreading for better leverage, while screaming and cursing and shouting Yoochun’s name as he came. Yoochun gagged on the sudden surge of come in his mouth and swallowed what he could before pulling away and letting Junsu pump the rest of his release out onto his stomach.
Yoochun licked his lips, smiling down at Junsu’s twitching body, chest heaving with his gasps. “You better have woken up the neighbors,” Yoochun whispered and kissed his hip bone.
Junsu laughed breathlessly. “I hope so.”
“You’re gorgeous, did you know that?”
Junsu smiled and nodded. “I’m learning that.”
Yoochun slid up his body and kissed his lips softly.
“That was so much better than jerking off on my own.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, it was. Let’s go take a shower.”
Junsu hooked his arms around Yoochun’s neck and a foot around his knee. They both shuddered as sensitive erections slid along slick skin.
“Take me out,” Junsu said.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“A date. Take me on a date.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Watching dramas again today?”
Junsu pouted.
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his lips. “Okay, okay. Right now?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Date things.”
Yoochun laughed again. “Okay. Let’s go clean up and we’ll go on a date.”
“Good.”
---
Yoochun took Junsu to a coffee shop because it was a normal spot for first dates. And because he needed caffeine. Junsu ordered a sugary pumpkin spiced latte with whipped cream and a blueberry coffee cake. Yoochun ordered black drip coffee and smiled when Junsu called it boring.
Junsu paid and they found a table to sit at with their legs wrapped together.
Yoochun noticed the glances they received. Junsu did not, and Yoochun forced himself to ignore them, to smile at Junsu’s bubbling gorgeous face and teach him about dating.
“Is it really so awkward?” Junsu asked. “What’s so hard about asking someone out?”
“They could say no. Rejection is painful.”
Junsu frowned and nodded. “That’s true.”
“It hurts when you more or less throw yourself in front of someone, gather up all the courage to say, ‘hey, I like you, let’s go out’ and then have them say no.”
“So you’ve been rejected?”
“Plenty of times.”
“What keeps you asking?”
“Huh?”
Junsu looked out the window and sipped on his drink. “If rejection is so painful, then why do people keep asking?”
Yoochun smiled and reached his hand over the table. Junsu looked at it, smiled and thread their fingers together. There was a disgusted scoff from the table next to them. Junsu glanced over, but Yoochun did not, tugging on his hand for his attention.
“You keep asking because the happiness of being loved and accepted is a way better feeling and much stronger than the sting of rejection.”
Junsu smiled widely and then frowned out the window. “I see what you mean now about being gay.”
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah.”
“People have been glaring at us since we sat down. Why don’t they mind their own business?”
“It’s a sin.”
“Sin?”
“Yeah, religion.”
“Oh. I’m not sure I understand that.”
“My uncle wasn’t religious?”
Junsu gave him a look that made Yoochun smile against the rim of his coffee cup.
“You aren’t religious,” Yoochun said, “but you were still shouting out for god earlier this morning.”
Junsu laughed, the loud, happy noise echoing through the cafe.
Yoochun chuckled with him. He broke off a piece of muffin and reached over the table. Junsu took it with his lips, eyes still shining and happy.
“Let’s get out of here,” Yoochun said.
Junsu nodded and stood up. Yoochun led the way out of the cafe and as soon as they were outside, he draped his arm around Junsu’s shoulder, something he wouldn’t have ever done in the past, even with Jaejoong.
Junsu’s arm snaked around his middle.
“Now what do you want to do on our date?” Yoochun asked.
“Can we go shopping again?” Junsu asked. “Is that a date?”
“Not normally.”
“So it’s perfect for us.”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes. Why do you want to go shopping again?”
“Everyone on TV has such nice clothes and even you do in your closet and I just have jeans and t-shirts and I want shirts and slacks and jackets.”
Yoochun laughed again. “Okay. We’ll go shopping, but we may have to wait until next month until you can get other things.”
“Why?”
Yoochun bit his lip as guilt flooded over him. He took a deep breath.
“Did you spend some of the money?”
“Your money,” Yoochun said and nodded. “Yes. The first day. I paid ... I paid some bills I didn’t have the money for.”
Junsu frowned and took a sip of his latte and then he shrugged. “That’s okay. I mean ... I don’t want you to feel guilty because you’re helping me and I would have given it to you if you’d asked, but the first day was ... yeah, so it’s okay. I’m not upset.”
Yoochun swallowed, but did not reply, still angry at himself.
Junsu stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and shoved Yoochun out of the flow of pedestrians. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and kissed him quickly.
“It’s okay,” Junsu said. “I’m not working and you have to pay rent and you have bills and things. It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Yoochun said. “Nothing about this is okay.”
Junsu frowned and, then he smirked and moved closer, rolling his hips just a little bit. “Nothing?”
Yoochun shut his eyes with a moan. “Okay. So part of it is okay.”
Junsu laughed and tugged at his hand. “Come on. I want to dress up and be pretty for our next date when we go to a fancy restaurant like those in the dramas.”
Yoochun laughed and followed after him.
---
By the end of the afternoon, they had a coffee date, a shopping date, a lunch date, a movie date and a walk-through-the-park date all in one. In the park, Yoochun spotted an ice cream stand and they bought popsicles which turned into a cliche moment of not being able to control himself while Junsu sucked on a popsicle, his lips turning a brighter shade of red.
Yoochun mentally made a note to buy popsicles for the apartment and dragged Junsu home for the perfect end of the perfect date where he licked up popsicle juice mixed with come from Junsu’s skin and only stopped kissing and touching Junsu when he reminded Yoochun that he had to go to work.
And when he got home from work, he did not stop himself from waking Junsu up with a blowjob and mentally smirking while swallowing Junsu's release because there was no way the neighbors could have slept through Junsu screaming his name.
Part 7: Feelings
Part 5: Lips
Part 4: Situation
Part 3: Clothes
Part 2: Laughter
Part 1: Lace
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