Love is Measured in Donuts 5/6
Title: Love is Measured in Donuts 5/6
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
Part 5: The First Dream: December
Yunho was late but not answering his calls. Junsu frowned at his phone and then frowned at the menu sitting across the table, at the spot Yunho should have sat down in twenty minutes ago. Yunho had never been late before.
Junsu hated the looks of the waiters and hostess at this fancy, upscale restaurant. They looked at him and whispered. He tried not to glare.
Ten minutes later his phone vibrated, but it was Jaejoong, not Yunho.
Sorry, Junsu-hyung. He’s coming. Promise. Just ... there was an issue. He’s coming. Don’t leave.
Junsu sighed and signaled the waitress to his table. He had no idea how long Yunho would be but he was hungry.
“My friend is on his way,” Junsu said and ordered an appetizer.
Another ten minutes passed, and the arrival of their appetizer heralded the arrival of Junsu’s boyfriend. Junsu saw him immediately, mouth watering at the beautiful sight of his young lover in a dark suit with purple accents, hair pulled partially up and styled with braids and beads. Junsu had a feeling Jaejoong took his flat iron to Yunho’s hair. Maybe even a curling iron. Whatever. It was worth it.
I had a different pic to use for this but after seeing that smirk, I had to use this one instead
Junsu was glad he had an excuse not to stand up and greet Yunho. His thin pants bulged from his erection.
“God, you look amazing,” Junsu said, not even embarrassed that his voice came out breathy and awed.
Yunho did not blush. He was learning not to.
“So do you,” Yunho said and leaned down to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he said and popped a bite of food into his mouth. He took a deep drink of water.
He opened his suit jacket and pulled out a box. “Happy Birthday. I ordered this two weeks ago and then the jeweler was saying he didn’t have it and there was all this hassle, and I forgot my phone so I couldn’t call you, and then I had to call Jaejoong to verify the purchase. I wanted to wrap it and have it look pretty, but I didn’t have time. Anyway. It was annoying. But here.”
Junsu smiled at the rambling, used to it from Yunho. He took the pretty black box and opened it.
Laying on the black velvet was a silver music note about the length of his pinky. The note sparkled with three blue jewels embedded in the hook (showing it was a quarter note). Junsu’s eyes widened as he looked up at Yunho.
“It’s gorgeous. Thank you.”
Yunho blushed this time and nodded.
Junsu immediately took off the simple necklace he had been wearing and removed the music note from the box and put it on. The music note lay against his chest, just below his collarbones. It matched his suit very well.
“Wow. I want to kiss you and throw you on the floor without so many clothes and thank you properly,” Junsu said.
Yunho choked on his water.
Junsu laughed and signaled for the waitress, so they could order food.
It was with great self discipline that Junsu did not have a boner when they were through with dinner. Yunho was so attentive as they left the restaurant, uncaring of the glares from the other people. Junsu hadn’t cared to begin with and just smirked at all their disgusted faces. His boyfriend was hot and he knew it and he didn’t care that everyone watched him slide his hand down the back of Yunho’s very fitted trousers.
“I know it’s my birthday, but I have a surprise for you,” Junsu said as soon as they were in the SUV. He told Seunghyung to take him to Junho’s. As soon as the limo pulled away, Junsu gripped Yunho’s face and yanked him down for a kiss. “Thank you for the necklace,” he said and gripped the note with one hand. “It’s gorgeous and I love it.”
Yunho smiled back. “I’m glad. I ... it took me a long time to find something for you.”
“No donuts?”
Yunho laughed. “Maybe for breakfast in the morning.”
Junsu growled and kissed him fiercely. “I love the sound of that.”
Their lips stayed attached until Seunghyung stopped in front of the apartment building. Junsu reluctantly pulled away when he opened the back door.
“We won’t be leaving tonight,” Junsu said, “so consider yourself off for the evening.”
Seunghyung smiled and nodded. “Have a pleasant evening, gentleman.”
As always when he was with Yunho, Junsu used his arm as a support and kept his cane in his hands. The snow from the day before had been shoveled off the walkway but it still looked slippery. Junsu did not mind walking through the lobby on the arm of a gorgeous man.
And he did not mind kissing Yunho through the ride up the elevator either.
After pausing only long enough to remove his shoes, Junsu led the way to the music room. He sat at the piano and started playing. He played enough notes for Yunho to realize that it was not a song he knew and then he looped back to the beginning and started singing.
Halfway through the song, Yunho put his hands on Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu smiled and quickly kissed his fingers.
When the song ended, Junsu slid over on the bench and let Yunho sit.
“Awesome,” Yunho said and put his arm around Junsu’s shoulders. “You wrote this?”
“Yes, with Junho’s help. And yours. I had this moment of pure creativity after watching you dance a couple weeks ago.”
Yunho blushed.
“It’s going to be his next single.”
“It’s going to be great,” Yunho said and kissed his cheek, “just like you are.”
“Flatterer.”
“No. I am biased though since you are my boyfriend.”
Junsu laughed and let his fingers dance in a happy beat through bright chords.
“Will you write more songs for Junho’s next album?”
“Yeah. I’m working on a couple more, but we’ll see how it goes.” He played for a few more moments and then turned enough to kiss Yunho. He’d meant for it to only be a few soft kisses, but Yunho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s waist and pulled their bodies close before shoving his tongue into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu did not mind at all, letting his hands slide over Yunho’s stomach and thighs.
“Hm, I want to kiss you all night,” Junsu said.
“All night?”
“Yes. And it is my birthday,” Junsu continued. “I get what I want.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay. And would you like your kisses here, or would you like to go to a bed?”
“Definitely a bed.”
Yunho stood up and helped Junsu to his feet. They held hands on the way to one of the guest bedrooms. Junsu stopped them in the middle of the room. He pulled Yunho’s face down for a kiss while sliding his hands under the jacket. Yunho smiled against his lips and helped take the jacket off. Next was the black shirt underneath. Junsu unbuttoned it, but was distracted by the nipple piercing, as always.
Yunho shuddered and continued undressing himself and Junsu, until they stood in their boxers with pants pooled at their feet. Yunho’s arms wrapped around Junsu’s waist gently and steered him toward the bed. They broke apart only long enough for Junsu to climb on the bed, settle among all the pillows.
Yunho climbed over him, kissing up his leg and then his stomach. Junsu’s eyes fluttered shut when his lips and tongue played with one of his nipples. He reached up and tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair.
“Don’t ever, ever cut your hair,” Junsu breathed, shivering when Yunho kissed higher. His tongue ran over the hollows of his collarbones.
Yunho smiled up at him. “I won’t. I like it.”
“Me, too.” Junsu used his grip to haul Yunho’s mouth to his. Yunho laughed into their kiss and lowered his body on top of Junsu’s, propped up on one elbow.
Junsu considered himself a patient person. He really was. He had to be or else the lack of progress (from his view) in his recovery would have driven him mad by now. But with Yunho over him again, with Yunho’s skin against his again, Junsu was not going to be satisfied with a mutual handjob or blowjob. Not tonight. Not after spending the last three weeks taking finals and hardly seeing Yunho for more than a mutual handjob or blowjob.
Junsu wanted Yunho desperately. He wanted him fast and quick and thrusting into his body. But how to be patient with a virgin and someone so young? Junsu cursed himself halfheartedly for falling head over heels in love with an eighteen year old.
“God, Yunnie, I want you.”
Yunho pulled away and bit his lip, and Junsu cursed. Probably not the best way to let him know. Just blurting it out.
“Hyung, I ...” Yunho took a deep breath.
“I know you’re nervous,” Junsu said and cupped his cheek. Their lips touched for a long second and Junsu rolled his hips up into Yunho’s. “I also know you don’t want to hurt me. But fuck, Yunnie, I want your fingers inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you so bad my entire body aches.”
Yunho blushed. “I thought ... I ... I thought that you ...” He exhaled harshly.
Junsu ran his fingers up Yunho’s arm and along his neck. “You thought what?”
“I thought you were going to ... I’m younger than you and Jaejoong-hyung said that you---that I would--”
Junsu laughed and then immediately apologized. He pulled Yunho’s lips back to his. “Let me tell you something very important, Yunnie. You are gorgeous, and strong, and tall and your cock is going to feel so good inside me. Fuck what other people think of our relationship. I want you inside me. I want your fingers, your tongue, your cock inside me.”
“At the same time?” Yunho asked.
Junsu burst out laughing and hugged Yunho close. “I’m not sure you’re that flexible.”
Yunho kissed him and said, “I ... I ... what should I do? I mean, I know what I should do, but what ... now ...”
“Keep kissing me, and then things will go where they will. I just want this night to end with your cock in my ass and our bodies sticky with come. Sound good.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, hyung. God, yes.”
“Then do what you want to me.” Junsu almost growled.
Yunho kissed him roughly, his hand gripped his side and his body rolled against Junsu’s. Junsu moaned one hand tugging his hair the other sliding down his back to cup his ass. He squeezed through boxers and then shoved his hand under the band for skin. Yunho panted into the next kiss and lifted his body away from Junsu’s giving him space to push the boxers down. They caught at his thighs, and Yunho huffed in annoyance, blowing hair from his face as he rolled away and ripped the boxers off.
“Yours, too?” Yunho asked, fingers hooked at the leg.
Junsu smiled. “Yes. Naked is so good. Naked with you is so good.”
Yunho smiled as he pulled Junsu’s boxers off. “Those sound like great song lyrics.”
Junsu laughed and swatted his shoulder. “It’ll be a song just for you.”
Yunho kissed Junsu’s knee. “I like that idea.” He met Junsu’s eyes for a moment and then shut his and trailed kisses up Junsu’s legs.
Junsu moaned, head tilted back and spread his legs for Yunho’s lips and then Yunho’s tongue. He sucked softly at the curves of his muscles and lapped at his skin until it shook. Junsu fought the urge to grip Yunho’s hair because he’d yank the kid to his dick, but he’d told Yunho to do what he wanted. So once again, Junsu had to be patient.
It didn’t take too much longer for a tentative tongue to lap at his balls. Junsu whimpered and bent his good knee, lifting it up enough for Yunho to have better access. Yunho sucked a testicle into his mouth and used his pretty long fingers to caress the curve of Junsu’s ass.
“God, Yunho, love your mouth.”
Yunho replaced his mouth with his hand and tugged on Junsu’s balls while dragging his tongue up his erection.
“Fuck. Love your sexy pretty lips on my cock. Fuck.”
Yunho shifted, putting most of his weight on his knees. He kept his mouth and tongue busy on Junsu’s cock while he ran soft hands up Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu wasn’t usually so vocal, but words failed him and he knew Yunho needed the reassurance, so he whimpered and twisted with every tentative suck and touch. A strong burst of pleasure twisted through his body when Yunho sucked the head of his dick into his mouth.
“Oh, god,” Junsu moaned and gripped Yunho’s shoulders. He lifted his good leg, settling his foot on Yunho’s back. One of Yunho’s hands dropped to the back of his thigh, holding it steady and he bobbed his head, taking more cock into his throat. Junsu threaded fingers of both hands into his hair and moaned.
Junsu gasped, head light with pleasure, body taut and on the edge. He whimpered and tugged Yunho’s hair harshly. “Stop, god, stop.”
Yunho pulled away with a heavy gasp, almost like he hadn’t been breathing for the last five minutes.
Junsu kept pulling and Yunho followed the direction, moving his body up Junsu’s until their lips touched. Junsu’s leg stayed hooked at his shoulder and Yunho pressed down on his body gently.
“You okay?” Yunho whispered into the next kiss.
Junsu hummed in contentment, shifting just a little and lowering his let. Yunho moved to the side, hooking his knee at his elbow. His hand curled around Junsu’s erection and stroked lightly a couple times before lowering his hand to Junsu’s balls. He slid a fingertip featherlight over Junsu’s cleft.
“I ... I need lube,” Yunho whispered.
Junsu pouted. “Which means you have to get up.”
“Yes.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Junsu said, “Fine. Fine.”
Yunho smiled widely and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He pulled away, careful to lower Junsu’s leg to the bed, and then he ran his tongue over the thick scar on Junsu’s knee and followed the curve of thick skin down his calf.
Junsu shivered. “Fuck.”
Yunho’s hands came back, pressing firmly up his thighs.
Junsu moaned, eyes half shut as he watched Yunho press kisses to his knees and thighs. “God, your hands are amazing.”
“I think you might have a fetish.”
“I know I do. Remember that first cramp you helped me get rid of?”
“Yes.”
“Afterward, fuck even during the pain, I just wanted your hands on my body, on my thighs, just ... god, I was fucking hard as a rock and had to put your pillow in my lap so you wouldn’t notice.”
Yunho bit his lip, trying to stifle his laughter, and he failed, burying his face against Junsu’s inner thigh.
Junsu laughed and shoved him with his leg. “Go get the lube, and the pillows from the other room.”
“Anything else, your majesty?” Yunho asked, rising from the bed.
Junsu looked his body up and down, at the gorgeous thick length of deliciousness standing proudly from his body. Junsu licked his lip. “Yes, peasant,” he gasped. “Hurry up and come back and fuck me senseless.”
Yunho laughed and quickly moved to do his bidding.
Junsu sagged back on the bed, arms stretched away from his body and he fought the urge to touch himself. It’d been way too long since the last time he’d had sex with an actual cock in his ass. Before his accident. When he could actually be a participant in the movements. Sex required a lot of leg usage. He twisted his leg, judging the effect, and smiled when it didn’t ache. That was good. Tonight was going to be good. He would probably hurt tomorrow and need his cane for most of the day, but a pain-free night of sex with Yunho was well worth it.
He jerked in surprised when something landed on his face. A pillow. He laughed and pulled it away, watching as Yunho grabbed a bottle of lube from the top dresser drawer. Junsu piled a few pillows up and carefully leaned his leg against them. Yunho shuffled between his legs, and Junsu reached for him, sliding his hand up Yunho’s dick, stroking him only twice to have him raging and full again. Yunho returned the favor and leaned down for a kiss. Junsu lifted his other leg and hooked it over Yunho’s hip.
“Prep me,” Junsu gasped. “I want your pretty fingers inside me right now.”
Yunho swallowed, definitely nervous, and his hand shook a little as he upended the lube and squirted probably too much onto his fingers.
“You sure you’re okay?” Yunho whispered, one hand sliding up his bad leg and the other dropping to the exposed curve of muscle.
Junsu rolled his eyes halfway, breaking off to moan at the slick finger against his skin.
“Sorry,” Yunho said, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Junsu adjusted his hips, opening his legs wider. He moaned when Yunho’s fingers slid up the cleft of his ass, a bare touch against the sensitive furl of skin of his entrance. He gripped Yunho’s shoulders and licked his lips. “The only thing that hurts is my cock because I want to come, and I want to come with you fucking me open.”
Yunho shivered and pressed his finger more firmly against Junsu’s opening. Junsu moaned into the next forceful kiss and lifted his butt off the bed, hips curling even more. Yunho’s finger slid into him, tight and so very welcome. It’d been much too long since Junsu had used anything but his own fingers. He pulled at Yunho’s long hair, shoved his tongue into Yunho’s mouth, and tried to spur him on with whimpers.
Yunho shuddered, shifting on his knees and moving closer, so Junsu was resting against his thighs. The movement twisted Junsu’s knee a bit, but he ignored it in favor of the feel of Yunho’s hard cock against his thigh.
Yunho moved his finger, pumping slowly, twisting his hand until he managed to slide the finger completely inside Junsu.
“So good,” Junsu muttered into Yunho’s mouth. “So good, Yunnie. Ah, god.”
Yunho sped up, his body shaking, and Junsu urged him on faster and begged for another finger. The second finger dragged over Junsu’s prostate on the way in and he gasped, arching off the bed. Quickly, he said, “Don’t stop. God, don’t ... don’t stop, Yunnie. Feels so good.” He yanked Yunho’s other hand from his cock, feeling that explosive pleasure twist up his skin.
Yunho frowned.
“Want to come with you inside me,” Junsu gasped. “Not a handjob.”
“A cockjob.”
Junsu laughed and pulled Yunho to his lips for another kiss.
“How ... how many fingers should I use?” Yunho whispered, spreading the two inside Junsu before pulling them out slowly.
Again, they brushed over his prostate and Junsu shivered with a deep moan.
“As ... as many ... you want. Four. Six. Fifteen.”
Yunho grinned. “We’d need another person for fifteen.”
“Nevermind. Not sharing you. Three is fine. Four is fine. Just ... hurry up. God, hurry up.”
Yunho sat back on his feet and poured more lube onto his fingers. He pushed in three, slowing down when Junsu moaned, but that only made it worse. Precome pulsed from his cock as another sweet wave of pleasure coursed through him. Yunho pumped his fingers, spreading them and twirling them inside Junsu. Each movement had Junsu’s body shaking, his skin was on fire, hot but cool from sweat, shivering and twitching. Just a brush of Yunho’s skin on his cock made Junsu want to come badly.
When another long finger from Yunho’s other hand pushed inside him, stretching him almost to the point of being uncomfortable, Junsu gave up and sagged into the bed, begging and whimpering to be fucked. It was the only thing his brain and body could focus on.
“Fuck me, fuck ... please, Yunnie, please, fuck me. Fuck me!”
Junsu shivered when Yunho removed his fingers and shook when lube was dumped right on his body.
“I ... I ...”
Junsu pried his eyes open and looked at Yunho’s nervous face. He was stroking his erection, shaking and frowning. Junsu ran his hands down Yunho’s stomach and up to his nipples, twisting the piercing lightly.
“I think I’m ... I won’t last.”
Junsu smiled, understanding Yunho’s hesitation and worries. “Fuck me. There is no way this can be bad or you can be bad or you can be disappointing, because this is with you. With us. And I want you to fuck me.”
Yunho swallowed and nodded. He shifted forward and his cock slipped through Junsu’s cleft. Junsu moaned and tried to spread his legs more. He lifted his good leg and hooked it at Yunho’s elbow. Yunho’s hand shook as he held his cock down and pushed. Junsu’s eyes shut tightly and his neck arched, head pressing to the bed as Yunho slid into him. Too much at once, stretching him beyond what Junsu remembered this feeling like. Yunho moaned and his hips thrust forward and Junsu cried out, hips curling to meet the sudden thrusts. He dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulder and screamed Yunho’s name.
Yunho fell over him, one hand by his head and the other on Junsu’s ass, squeezing with each unrestrained thrust. His mouth fell open in pleasure, his eyes wide and rolling back. He panted, hips snapping forward, slapping against Junsu’s ass. He whimpered and his body shook and he bit back a cry, half of pleasure half of shame, and suddenly stilled, his cock pulsing inside Junsu.
Junsu took a very deep breath and hid his smile against Yunho’s shoulder. “Feel good, Yunnie?” Junsu asked and hitched his hips up, tightening his passage around Yunho’s sensitive cock.
Yunho whimpered, hips canting forward.
Junsu sighed deeply in pleasure and slid his hands down Yunho’s back. He knew how quickly Yunho could be ready for round two, so he gripped Yunho’s ass, kneading it and pulling him forward. Yunho’s constant whines in his ear had Junsu pulsing between them.
“Come on, gorgeous. Keep moving.”
“Can’t, hyung, too .. oh god.”
Junsu chuckled and instead of pulling, pushed and Yunho slipped out of him with a dirty, wet squelch that had Yunho blushing. Junsu stroked his own cock and shifted for comfort. His knee was starting to ache, but he did not let Yunho know that.
“Suck on my dick, Yunnie,” Junsu said with a grin.
Yunho bit his lip and nodded, lowering his head. He took the head into his mouth, sucking softly and his fingers curled around Junsu’s balls. Junsu moaned, hands tangling in Yunho’s hair again. He pulled and Yunho let him guide his head, up and down his cock until Junsu was panting and close to exploding. He yanked up, pulled Yunho to his lips for a heavy kiss with hands tangled in his hair.
“You still hard?” Junsu asked, even though he could feel Yunho’s erection on this thigh.
Yunho nodded. “Can I ... is it okay if I ... put it back in?”
“Please, and god yes, please. Fuck me some more.”
Yunho’s breath hitched as he shifted. He gripped his erection and pushed in, this time not falling forward. He settled deeper in the V of Junsu’s legs, running his hands over Junsu’s muscled thighs. He took a few very deep breaths before pumping his hips forward and back.
“Stroke. Fuck ... stroke me,” Junsu demanded between whimpers.
Yunho’s fingers, still slick with lube, curled around Junsu’s erection. He pumped quickly, keeping his thrusts into Junsu slow. But Junsu did not want slow.
“Fuck ... harder, Yunnie. Fuck me. Use those dancing hips and fuck me hard.” He lifted both legs, and Yunho’s hands went to his knees, gripping behind them, pressing his legs open. His hips snapped forward, eyes shutting with a moan.
“More, more,” Junsu said, bending his knees and rolling his hips to meet each thrust.
Yunho went faster and harder, rocking Junsu into the bed. His breath was uneven, his skin shimmering with sweat. Junsu slid a hand down his own stomach, fingers curling around his erection. He stroked fast, pumping himself off as Yunho’s thrusts gained momentum, going erratic. He was panting, whimpering and shaking, and Junsu knew he was going to come again. His own orgasm was uncoiling through him, zinging along his skin, twisting up his spine. He pumped faster, and Yunho fell over the top of him, shaking through another release, hips still jerking forward.
“Keep going. Don’t stop, please,” Junsu whimpered. “So close. I’m ... fuck, so close.”
Yunho whined but he kept thrusting and covered Junsu’s mouth with his own. Junsu moaned into his mouth, biting Yunho’s lower lip as his pleasure exploded, tearing through him. He cried out Yunho’s name as the last few shaky thrusts pushed him over the edge of delirium and he came hard, pumping out his release all over his hand, his stomach and splattering up onto Yunho’s chest.
Yunho whimpered, hips slowing and their mouths met in another heavy kiss. They stayed that way, Junsu’s knees hooked at Yunho’s elbows, bodies rocking slowly through their recovery until Junsu’s knee protested and he pushed at Yunho’s shoulder.
“My knee, baby,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho pulled away from him quickly, shaking as his cock slipped from Junsu’s body. Junsu smiled as Yunho carefully stretched out his leg and ran his hands over the thigh muscle in a firm massage. “Sorry, hyung.”
Junsu reached between his legs and gripped Yunho’s half hard cock, stroking firmly. Yunho shook and moaned.
With a laugh, Junsu said, “Give me a few minutes and then let’s do this again.”
Yunho bit his lip and Junsu reached up to tangle his hands in his hair and pull him down for a sweet kiss. “Yes, it was good. Yes, amazing. I loved it, and god, just thinking about the next few times has me almost ready for another one because you’re only going to get better.”
Yunho huffed and Junsu laughed, stroking Yunho’s cock until he was ready for more.
Part 6: The Star
Part 4: The Singer
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
Part 5: The First Dream: December
Yunho was late but not answering his calls. Junsu frowned at his phone and then frowned at the menu sitting across the table, at the spot Yunho should have sat down in twenty minutes ago. Yunho had never been late before.
Junsu hated the looks of the waiters and hostess at this fancy, upscale restaurant. They looked at him and whispered. He tried not to glare.
Ten minutes later his phone vibrated, but it was Jaejoong, not Yunho.
Sorry, Junsu-hyung. He’s coming. Promise. Just ... there was an issue. He’s coming. Don’t leave.
Junsu sighed and signaled the waitress to his table. He had no idea how long Yunho would be but he was hungry.
“My friend is on his way,” Junsu said and ordered an appetizer.
Another ten minutes passed, and the arrival of their appetizer heralded the arrival of Junsu’s boyfriend. Junsu saw him immediately, mouth watering at the beautiful sight of his young lover in a dark suit with purple accents, hair pulled partially up and styled with braids and beads. Junsu had a feeling Jaejoong took his flat iron to Yunho’s hair. Maybe even a curling iron. Whatever. It was worth it.
I had a different pic to use for this but after seeing that smirk, I had to use this one instead
Junsu was glad he had an excuse not to stand up and greet Yunho. His thin pants bulged from his erection.
“God, you look amazing,” Junsu said, not even embarrassed that his voice came out breathy and awed.
Yunho did not blush. He was learning not to.
“So do you,” Yunho said and leaned down to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he said and popped a bite of food into his mouth. He took a deep drink of water.
He opened his suit jacket and pulled out a box. “Happy Birthday. I ordered this two weeks ago and then the jeweler was saying he didn’t have it and there was all this hassle, and I forgot my phone so I couldn’t call you, and then I had to call Jaejoong to verify the purchase. I wanted to wrap it and have it look pretty, but I didn’t have time. Anyway. It was annoying. But here.”
Junsu smiled at the rambling, used to it from Yunho. He took the pretty black box and opened it.
Laying on the black velvet was a silver music note about the length of his pinky. The note sparkled with three blue jewels embedded in the hook (showing it was a quarter note). Junsu’s eyes widened as he looked up at Yunho.
“It’s gorgeous. Thank you.”
Yunho blushed this time and nodded.
Junsu immediately took off the simple necklace he had been wearing and removed the music note from the box and put it on. The music note lay against his chest, just below his collarbones. It matched his suit very well.
“Wow. I want to kiss you and throw you on the floor without so many clothes and thank you properly,” Junsu said.
Yunho choked on his water.
Junsu laughed and signaled for the waitress, so they could order food.
It was with great self discipline that Junsu did not have a boner when they were through with dinner. Yunho was so attentive as they left the restaurant, uncaring of the glares from the other people. Junsu hadn’t cared to begin with and just smirked at all their disgusted faces. His boyfriend was hot and he knew it and he didn’t care that everyone watched him slide his hand down the back of Yunho’s very fitted trousers.
“I know it’s my birthday, but I have a surprise for you,” Junsu said as soon as they were in the SUV. He told Seunghyung to take him to Junho’s. As soon as the limo pulled away, Junsu gripped Yunho’s face and yanked him down for a kiss. “Thank you for the necklace,” he said and gripped the note with one hand. “It’s gorgeous and I love it.”
Yunho smiled back. “I’m glad. I ... it took me a long time to find something for you.”
“No donuts?”
Yunho laughed. “Maybe for breakfast in the morning.”
Junsu growled and kissed him fiercely. “I love the sound of that.”
Their lips stayed attached until Seunghyung stopped in front of the apartment building. Junsu reluctantly pulled away when he opened the back door.
“We won’t be leaving tonight,” Junsu said, “so consider yourself off for the evening.”
Seunghyung smiled and nodded. “Have a pleasant evening, gentleman.”
As always when he was with Yunho, Junsu used his arm as a support and kept his cane in his hands. The snow from the day before had been shoveled off the walkway but it still looked slippery. Junsu did not mind walking through the lobby on the arm of a gorgeous man.
And he did not mind kissing Yunho through the ride up the elevator either.
After pausing only long enough to remove his shoes, Junsu led the way to the music room. He sat at the piano and started playing. He played enough notes for Yunho to realize that it was not a song he knew and then he looped back to the beginning and started singing.
Click to viewHalfway through the song, Yunho put his hands on Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu smiled and quickly kissed his fingers.
When the song ended, Junsu slid over on the bench and let Yunho sit.
“Awesome,” Yunho said and put his arm around Junsu’s shoulders. “You wrote this?”
“Yes, with Junho’s help. And yours. I had this moment of pure creativity after watching you dance a couple weeks ago.”
Yunho blushed.
“It’s going to be his next single.”
“It’s going to be great,” Yunho said and kissed his cheek, “just like you are.”
“Flatterer.”
“No. I am biased though since you are my boyfriend.”
Junsu laughed and let his fingers dance in a happy beat through bright chords.
“Will you write more songs for Junho’s next album?”
“Yeah. I’m working on a couple more, but we’ll see how it goes.” He played for a few more moments and then turned enough to kiss Yunho. He’d meant for it to only be a few soft kisses, but Yunho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s waist and pulled their bodies close before shoving his tongue into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu did not mind at all, letting his hands slide over Yunho’s stomach and thighs.
“Hm, I want to kiss you all night,” Junsu said.
“All night?”
“Yes. And it is my birthday,” Junsu continued. “I get what I want.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay. And would you like your kisses here, or would you like to go to a bed?”
“Definitely a bed.”
Yunho stood up and helped Junsu to his feet. They held hands on the way to one of the guest bedrooms. Junsu stopped them in the middle of the room. He pulled Yunho’s face down for a kiss while sliding his hands under the jacket. Yunho smiled against his lips and helped take the jacket off. Next was the black shirt underneath. Junsu unbuttoned it, but was distracted by the nipple piercing, as always.
Yunho shuddered and continued undressing himself and Junsu, until they stood in their boxers with pants pooled at their feet. Yunho’s arms wrapped around Junsu’s waist gently and steered him toward the bed. They broke apart only long enough for Junsu to climb on the bed, settle among all the pillows.
Yunho climbed over him, kissing up his leg and then his stomach. Junsu’s eyes fluttered shut when his lips and tongue played with one of his nipples. He reached up and tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair.
“Don’t ever, ever cut your hair,” Junsu breathed, shivering when Yunho kissed higher. His tongue ran over the hollows of his collarbones.
Yunho smiled up at him. “I won’t. I like it.”
“Me, too.” Junsu used his grip to haul Yunho’s mouth to his. Yunho laughed into their kiss and lowered his body on top of Junsu’s, propped up on one elbow.
Junsu considered himself a patient person. He really was. He had to be or else the lack of progress (from his view) in his recovery would have driven him mad by now. But with Yunho over him again, with Yunho’s skin against his again, Junsu was not going to be satisfied with a mutual handjob or blowjob. Not tonight. Not after spending the last three weeks taking finals and hardly seeing Yunho for more than a mutual handjob or blowjob.
Junsu wanted Yunho desperately. He wanted him fast and quick and thrusting into his body. But how to be patient with a virgin and someone so young? Junsu cursed himself halfheartedly for falling head over heels in love with an eighteen year old.
“God, Yunnie, I want you.”
Yunho pulled away and bit his lip, and Junsu cursed. Probably not the best way to let him know. Just blurting it out.
“Hyung, I ...” Yunho took a deep breath.
“I know you’re nervous,” Junsu said and cupped his cheek. Their lips touched for a long second and Junsu rolled his hips up into Yunho’s. “I also know you don’t want to hurt me. But fuck, Yunnie, I want your fingers inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you so bad my entire body aches.”
Yunho blushed. “I thought ... I ... I thought that you ...” He exhaled harshly.
Junsu ran his fingers up Yunho’s arm and along his neck. “You thought what?”
“I thought you were going to ... I’m younger than you and Jaejoong-hyung said that you---that I would--”
Junsu laughed and then immediately apologized. He pulled Yunho’s lips back to his. “Let me tell you something very important, Yunnie. You are gorgeous, and strong, and tall and your cock is going to feel so good inside me. Fuck what other people think of our relationship. I want you inside me. I want your fingers, your tongue, your cock inside me.”
“At the same time?” Yunho asked.
Junsu burst out laughing and hugged Yunho close. “I’m not sure you’re that flexible.”
Yunho kissed him and said, “I ... I ... what should I do? I mean, I know what I should do, but what ... now ...”
“Keep kissing me, and then things will go where they will. I just want this night to end with your cock in my ass and our bodies sticky with come. Sound good.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, hyung. God, yes.”
“Then do what you want to me.” Junsu almost growled.
Yunho kissed him roughly, his hand gripped his side and his body rolled against Junsu’s. Junsu moaned one hand tugging his hair the other sliding down his back to cup his ass. He squeezed through boxers and then shoved his hand under the band for skin. Yunho panted into the next kiss and lifted his body away from Junsu’s giving him space to push the boxers down. They caught at his thighs, and Yunho huffed in annoyance, blowing hair from his face as he rolled away and ripped the boxers off.
“Yours, too?” Yunho asked, fingers hooked at the leg.
Junsu smiled. “Yes. Naked is so good. Naked with you is so good.”
Yunho smiled as he pulled Junsu’s boxers off. “Those sound like great song lyrics.”
Junsu laughed and swatted his shoulder. “It’ll be a song just for you.”
Yunho kissed Junsu’s knee. “I like that idea.” He met Junsu’s eyes for a moment and then shut his and trailed kisses up Junsu’s legs.
Junsu moaned, head tilted back and spread his legs for Yunho’s lips and then Yunho’s tongue. He sucked softly at the curves of his muscles and lapped at his skin until it shook. Junsu fought the urge to grip Yunho’s hair because he’d yank the kid to his dick, but he’d told Yunho to do what he wanted. So once again, Junsu had to be patient.
It didn’t take too much longer for a tentative tongue to lap at his balls. Junsu whimpered and bent his good knee, lifting it up enough for Yunho to have better access. Yunho sucked a testicle into his mouth and used his pretty long fingers to caress the curve of Junsu’s ass.
“God, Yunho, love your mouth.”
Yunho replaced his mouth with his hand and tugged on Junsu’s balls while dragging his tongue up his erection.
“Fuck. Love your sexy pretty lips on my cock. Fuck.”
Yunho shifted, putting most of his weight on his knees. He kept his mouth and tongue busy on Junsu’s cock while he ran soft hands up Junsu’s thighs.
Junsu wasn’t usually so vocal, but words failed him and he knew Yunho needed the reassurance, so he whimpered and twisted with every tentative suck and touch. A strong burst of pleasure twisted through his body when Yunho sucked the head of his dick into his mouth.
“Oh, god,” Junsu moaned and gripped Yunho’s shoulders. He lifted his good leg, settling his foot on Yunho’s back. One of Yunho’s hands dropped to the back of his thigh, holding it steady and he bobbed his head, taking more cock into his throat. Junsu threaded fingers of both hands into his hair and moaned.
Junsu gasped, head light with pleasure, body taut and on the edge. He whimpered and tugged Yunho’s hair harshly. “Stop, god, stop.”
Yunho pulled away with a heavy gasp, almost like he hadn’t been breathing for the last five minutes.
Junsu kept pulling and Yunho followed the direction, moving his body up Junsu’s until their lips touched. Junsu’s leg stayed hooked at his shoulder and Yunho pressed down on his body gently.
“You okay?” Yunho whispered into the next kiss.
Junsu hummed in contentment, shifting just a little and lowering his let. Yunho moved to the side, hooking his knee at his elbow. His hand curled around Junsu’s erection and stroked lightly a couple times before lowering his hand to Junsu’s balls. He slid a fingertip featherlight over Junsu’s cleft.
“I ... I need lube,” Yunho whispered.
Junsu pouted. “Which means you have to get up.”
“Yes.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Junsu said, “Fine. Fine.”
Yunho smiled widely and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He pulled away, careful to lower Junsu’s leg to the bed, and then he ran his tongue over the thick scar on Junsu’s knee and followed the curve of thick skin down his calf.
Junsu shivered. “Fuck.”
Yunho’s hands came back, pressing firmly up his thighs.
Junsu moaned, eyes half shut as he watched Yunho press kisses to his knees and thighs. “God, your hands are amazing.”
“I think you might have a fetish.”
“I know I do. Remember that first cramp you helped me get rid of?”
“Yes.”
“Afterward, fuck even during the pain, I just wanted your hands on my body, on my thighs, just ... god, I was fucking hard as a rock and had to put your pillow in my lap so you wouldn’t notice.”
Yunho bit his lip, trying to stifle his laughter, and he failed, burying his face against Junsu’s inner thigh.
Junsu laughed and shoved him with his leg. “Go get the lube, and the pillows from the other room.”
“Anything else, your majesty?” Yunho asked, rising from the bed.
Junsu looked his body up and down, at the gorgeous thick length of deliciousness standing proudly from his body. Junsu licked his lip. “Yes, peasant,” he gasped. “Hurry up and come back and fuck me senseless.”
Yunho laughed and quickly moved to do his bidding.
Junsu sagged back on the bed, arms stretched away from his body and he fought the urge to touch himself. It’d been way too long since the last time he’d had sex with an actual cock in his ass. Before his accident. When he could actually be a participant in the movements. Sex required a lot of leg usage. He twisted his leg, judging the effect, and smiled when it didn’t ache. That was good. Tonight was going to be good. He would probably hurt tomorrow and need his cane for most of the day, but a pain-free night of sex with Yunho was well worth it.
He jerked in surprised when something landed on his face. A pillow. He laughed and pulled it away, watching as Yunho grabbed a bottle of lube from the top dresser drawer. Junsu piled a few pillows up and carefully leaned his leg against them. Yunho shuffled between his legs, and Junsu reached for him, sliding his hand up Yunho’s dick, stroking him only twice to have him raging and full again. Yunho returned the favor and leaned down for a kiss. Junsu lifted his other leg and hooked it over Yunho’s hip.
“Prep me,” Junsu gasped. “I want your pretty fingers inside me right now.”
Yunho swallowed, definitely nervous, and his hand shook a little as he upended the lube and squirted probably too much onto his fingers.
“You sure you’re okay?” Yunho whispered, one hand sliding up his bad leg and the other dropping to the exposed curve of muscle.
Junsu rolled his eyes halfway, breaking off to moan at the slick finger against his skin.
“Sorry,” Yunho said, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Junsu adjusted his hips, opening his legs wider. He moaned when Yunho’s fingers slid up the cleft of his ass, a bare touch against the sensitive furl of skin of his entrance. He gripped Yunho’s shoulders and licked his lips. “The only thing that hurts is my cock because I want to come, and I want to come with you fucking me open.”
Yunho shivered and pressed his finger more firmly against Junsu’s opening. Junsu moaned into the next forceful kiss and lifted his butt off the bed, hips curling even more. Yunho’s finger slid into him, tight and so very welcome. It’d been much too long since Junsu had used anything but his own fingers. He pulled at Yunho’s long hair, shoved his tongue into Yunho’s mouth, and tried to spur him on with whimpers.
Yunho shuddered, shifting on his knees and moving closer, so Junsu was resting against his thighs. The movement twisted Junsu’s knee a bit, but he ignored it in favor of the feel of Yunho’s hard cock against his thigh.
Yunho moved his finger, pumping slowly, twisting his hand until he managed to slide the finger completely inside Junsu.
“So good,” Junsu muttered into Yunho’s mouth. “So good, Yunnie. Ah, god.”
Yunho sped up, his body shaking, and Junsu urged him on faster and begged for another finger. The second finger dragged over Junsu’s prostate on the way in and he gasped, arching off the bed. Quickly, he said, “Don’t stop. God, don’t ... don’t stop, Yunnie. Feels so good.” He yanked Yunho’s other hand from his cock, feeling that explosive pleasure twist up his skin.
Yunho frowned.
“Want to come with you inside me,” Junsu gasped. “Not a handjob.”
“A cockjob.”
Junsu laughed and pulled Yunho to his lips for another kiss.
“How ... how many fingers should I use?” Yunho whispered, spreading the two inside Junsu before pulling them out slowly.
Again, they brushed over his prostate and Junsu shivered with a deep moan.
“As ... as many ... you want. Four. Six. Fifteen.”
Yunho grinned. “We’d need another person for fifteen.”
“Nevermind. Not sharing you. Three is fine. Four is fine. Just ... hurry up. God, hurry up.”
Yunho sat back on his feet and poured more lube onto his fingers. He pushed in three, slowing down when Junsu moaned, but that only made it worse. Precome pulsed from his cock as another sweet wave of pleasure coursed through him. Yunho pumped his fingers, spreading them and twirling them inside Junsu. Each movement had Junsu’s body shaking, his skin was on fire, hot but cool from sweat, shivering and twitching. Just a brush of Yunho’s skin on his cock made Junsu want to come badly.
When another long finger from Yunho’s other hand pushed inside him, stretching him almost to the point of being uncomfortable, Junsu gave up and sagged into the bed, begging and whimpering to be fucked. It was the only thing his brain and body could focus on.
“Fuck me, fuck ... please, Yunnie, please, fuck me. Fuck me!”
Junsu shivered when Yunho removed his fingers and shook when lube was dumped right on his body.
“I ... I ...”
Junsu pried his eyes open and looked at Yunho’s nervous face. He was stroking his erection, shaking and frowning. Junsu ran his hands down Yunho’s stomach and up to his nipples, twisting the piercing lightly.
“I think I’m ... I won’t last.”
Junsu smiled, understanding Yunho’s hesitation and worries. “Fuck me. There is no way this can be bad or you can be bad or you can be disappointing, because this is with you. With us. And I want you to fuck me.”
Yunho swallowed and nodded. He shifted forward and his cock slipped through Junsu’s cleft. Junsu moaned and tried to spread his legs more. He lifted his good leg and hooked it at Yunho’s elbow. Yunho’s hand shook as he held his cock down and pushed. Junsu’s eyes shut tightly and his neck arched, head pressing to the bed as Yunho slid into him. Too much at once, stretching him beyond what Junsu remembered this feeling like. Yunho moaned and his hips thrust forward and Junsu cried out, hips curling to meet the sudden thrusts. He dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulder and screamed Yunho’s name.
Yunho fell over him, one hand by his head and the other on Junsu’s ass, squeezing with each unrestrained thrust. His mouth fell open in pleasure, his eyes wide and rolling back. He panted, hips snapping forward, slapping against Junsu’s ass. He whimpered and his body shook and he bit back a cry, half of pleasure half of shame, and suddenly stilled, his cock pulsing inside Junsu.
Junsu took a very deep breath and hid his smile against Yunho’s shoulder. “Feel good, Yunnie?” Junsu asked and hitched his hips up, tightening his passage around Yunho’s sensitive cock.
Yunho whimpered, hips canting forward.
Junsu sighed deeply in pleasure and slid his hands down Yunho’s back. He knew how quickly Yunho could be ready for round two, so he gripped Yunho’s ass, kneading it and pulling him forward. Yunho’s constant whines in his ear had Junsu pulsing between them.
“Come on, gorgeous. Keep moving.”
“Can’t, hyung, too .. oh god.”
Junsu chuckled and instead of pulling, pushed and Yunho slipped out of him with a dirty, wet squelch that had Yunho blushing. Junsu stroked his own cock and shifted for comfort. His knee was starting to ache, but he did not let Yunho know that.
“Suck on my dick, Yunnie,” Junsu said with a grin.
Yunho bit his lip and nodded, lowering his head. He took the head into his mouth, sucking softly and his fingers curled around Junsu’s balls. Junsu moaned, hands tangling in Yunho’s hair again. He pulled and Yunho let him guide his head, up and down his cock until Junsu was panting and close to exploding. He yanked up, pulled Yunho to his lips for a heavy kiss with hands tangled in his hair.
“You still hard?” Junsu asked, even though he could feel Yunho’s erection on this thigh.
Yunho nodded. “Can I ... is it okay if I ... put it back in?”
“Please, and god yes, please. Fuck me some more.”
Yunho’s breath hitched as he shifted. He gripped his erection and pushed in, this time not falling forward. He settled deeper in the V of Junsu’s legs, running his hands over Junsu’s muscled thighs. He took a few very deep breaths before pumping his hips forward and back.
“Stroke. Fuck ... stroke me,” Junsu demanded between whimpers.
Yunho’s fingers, still slick with lube, curled around Junsu’s erection. He pumped quickly, keeping his thrusts into Junsu slow. But Junsu did not want slow.
“Fuck ... harder, Yunnie. Fuck me. Use those dancing hips and fuck me hard.” He lifted both legs, and Yunho’s hands went to his knees, gripping behind them, pressing his legs open. His hips snapped forward, eyes shutting with a moan.
“More, more,” Junsu said, bending his knees and rolling his hips to meet each thrust.
Yunho went faster and harder, rocking Junsu into the bed. His breath was uneven, his skin shimmering with sweat. Junsu slid a hand down his own stomach, fingers curling around his erection. He stroked fast, pumping himself off as Yunho’s thrusts gained momentum, going erratic. He was panting, whimpering and shaking, and Junsu knew he was going to come again. His own orgasm was uncoiling through him, zinging along his skin, twisting up his spine. He pumped faster, and Yunho fell over the top of him, shaking through another release, hips still jerking forward.
“Keep going. Don’t stop, please,” Junsu whimpered. “So close. I’m ... fuck, so close.”
Yunho whined but he kept thrusting and covered Junsu’s mouth with his own. Junsu moaned into his mouth, biting Yunho’s lower lip as his pleasure exploded, tearing through him. He cried out Yunho’s name as the last few shaky thrusts pushed him over the edge of delirium and he came hard, pumping out his release all over his hand, his stomach and splattering up onto Yunho’s chest.
Yunho whimpered, hips slowing and their mouths met in another heavy kiss. They stayed that way, Junsu’s knees hooked at Yunho’s elbows, bodies rocking slowly through their recovery until Junsu’s knee protested and he pushed at Yunho’s shoulder.
“My knee, baby,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho pulled away from him quickly, shaking as his cock slipped from Junsu’s body. Junsu smiled as Yunho carefully stretched out his leg and ran his hands over the thigh muscle in a firm massage. “Sorry, hyung.”
Junsu reached between his legs and gripped Yunho’s half hard cock, stroking firmly. Yunho shook and moaned.
With a laugh, Junsu said, “Give me a few minutes and then let’s do this again.”
Yunho bit his lip and Junsu reached up to tangle his hands in his hair and pull him down for a sweet kiss. “Yes, it was good. Yes, amazing. I loved it, and god, just thinking about the next few times has me almost ready for another one because you’re only going to get better.”
Yunho huffed and Junsu laughed, stroking Yunho’s cock until he was ready for more.
Part 6: The Star
Part 4: The Singer
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 2: The Songwriter
Part 1: The First Donut
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