Teach Me 3/4?
Title: Teach Me 3/4?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 3: Awake
Yoohwan’s phone suddenly vibrated with a message.
Changmin: CONDOMS!
Yoohwan laughed and sent back a bunch of hearts.
Seriously. Condoms.
Seriously, fuck off.
There’s some in my dresser.
I HAVE SOME.
And then his phone rang, and it was Yunho and Yoohwan almost dropped his phone in his haste to answer it.
“Hello!” he said and fought off a cough. Not now! “Yunho-hyung.”
“Hey! Are you okay? Your voice is weird.”
“Yeah, just ... inhaled wrong.” Yoohwan coughed.
“Fuck, sorry! I just called to see if you wanted me to grab some takeout? I’m right by a dokbokki cart.”
Yoohwan tried to clear his throat, but it didn’t happen, and he kept coughing, muffled on his arm. “Yeah, fuck, yeah. Need ... water.” His phone clattered to the floor, and Yoohwan went to the kitchen quickly, but had to stop and fish his medicine from his pocket. The inhaler only worked part of the time, but it was enough to calm the cough back to a tickle and let Yoohwan suck down a glass of water.
Fuck. He leaned against the counter, body shaking and then had to sit. Short breaths, calm breaths. Count. Count. In and out. A little longer. A little stronger.
He felt flush and weak.
Fuck, not now.
He managed to stand. He was sweaty, too hot. The hallway wall was cool on his hand. The air in his bedroom felt like arctic air in his lungs. He sucked in too many deep gulps.
The doorbell rang. Loud. Jarring. He fought back tears. Fuck not now.
The doorbell rang again, and Yoohwan stripped off his shirt, soaked with sweat. His vision was a bit blurry, but he was breathing. Mostly. He tugged on a tanktop and yanked his hair back into a messy ponytail. His hair had been so perfect that day.
When the doorbell rang again, he staggered out into the hallway and to the living room. He managed just a moment of clarity to say that he was coming, though he had no idea if he said it loud enough. And then he was at the door. A moment later. Two seconds. He had no idea. But it was open. And Yunho was on the other side of it. Smiling. God, his smile.
Yunho’s smile suddenly fell and he was quick to step into Yoohwan and support him instead of the doorjamb. Was the room spinning? Or was that him?
“What’s wrong?” Yunho demanded.
“Attack?”
“What? Who? Where? Did they leave?”
Yoohwan smiled, realized he had his face pressed into Yunho’s black jacket and shook his head. “Coughing. Just ... give me a few minutes.”
Yunho was gentle. He was strong. Supportive. To the couch. Until Yoohwan could breathe again. It took a few more minutes before Yoohwan had calmed down enough to talk without coughing, though his voice was rough.
“Sorry.”
“Are you sick?”
Yoohwan did not want to have this conversation with Yunho on their very first date. He sat up and said, “I’m fine.”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow in disbelief.
Yoohwan smiled and turned away to cough a couple times. “I have chronic bronchitis,” he finally said. “Not asthma though sometimes the symptoms are the same. Just ... had a coughing fit.”
“I can come back-”
“No!” Yoohwan said and spent another minute of so coughing. “Sorry,” he gasped. “It .. It will be fine. Just ... have to rest.”
“Do you need anything?” Yunho asked. “I can get you some water.”
Yoohwan shook his head. “I’m okay. Really. Go pick a movie. I’ve seen them all and like most, so your odds are good.” Yoohwan smiled.
Yunho still looked unsure, but he stood up and moved to the cabinet that housed Changmin’s collection of movies.
Now that he wasn’t coughing up a lung, Yoohwan was able to look at Yunho. He looked amazing, wearing, white pants pushed into black boots, a tight black t-shirt and jacket. His hair was flat and styled forward, a far cry from the messy flop he sported during work. He bent down to look in the cupboard and Yoohwan licked his lips. He did not have much of an ass, but he had very nice thighs.
Yoohwan cleared his throat. “You look really nice today.”
Yunho turned his head and smiled. “Thanks. Stupid comedy or stupider drama where we can laugh at the people?”
Yoohwan laughed. “That one.”
Yunho picked out a movie and put it into the DVD player.
Yoohwan stood up carefully.
“Hey, I’ll get it.”
Yoohwan looked over his shoulder and fought not to glare. “I am not disabled.”
Yunho frowned. “I know ... I ...”
Yoohwan waved a hand at him. “I’m fine, hyung. Really. I get enough worry from my older brother.”
He picked up the to-go bag and headed to the kitchen. Yunho had hit play and the previews on the DVD played in the background. Yoohwan said nothing as he removed bowls and glasses for drinks (he recognized the name of street cart Yunho stopped at; they made very spicy dokbokki), and Yunho went back to the front door to take off his boots and his jacket, leaving him in a tight T-shirt that had Yoohwan licking his lips.
“Can I ask you a pretty personal question?” Yunho asked.
Yoohwan smiled, remembering Jaejoong asking the same thing a few days ago. He wondered if it was going to be the same question. He doubted it. He was clueless about this dating thing, but he watched enough dramas that he knew that asking about someone’s virginity was pretty taboo. Especially on a first date.
“Sure, hyung.”
“Why are you living with your brother and his boyfriend? I mean, what happened to your parents?”
Yoohwan took a deep breath. “My mother died when I was three. My father abandoned us when I was ten. Yoochun-hyung has pretty much been taking care of me since I was five years old.”
“Oh ... Sorry. I--”
Yoohwan smiled at him. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t remember my mother at all and my father spent more time drunk and putting bruises on us. We’re both very happy now. Much happier.”
Yunho smiled weakly.
“What about you?” Yoohwan asked. “About your family, I mean?”
“Oh, just ... normal. I guess. I have a younger sister who wants to be an actress. Mom and dad. We have a dog.”
“Cool. I wonder if Changmin-hyung will let me get a dog.”
“Not your brother?”
Yoohwan smirked. “No, all I’d have to do is say I want one, and he’ll go buy me one. He’s really overprotective and too quick to give me whatever I want.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Yeah. Take this job, I have. I’m too young. He doesn’t want me to work, but guess what? I’m working anyway. But every day when I get home, he asks me how my day was, did I have a coughing fit, am I too tired, you know, Yoohwan, you don’t have to work, Changmin and I make enough money. It gets annoying.”
“He worries about you.”
“I know,” Yoohwan said and led the way back to the couch. He sat down with the bowls of food, and Yunho followed with the drinks. He started the movie and settled in with his food.
“I ... I uh, I’ve already seen this movie too,” Yunho said a few minutes later. “I just ... picked one where it’d be okay if we talked too.”
Yoohwan smiled over at him. “Then it’s perfect.”
Yunho flushed.
“Any idea what you want to study in college?” Yoohwan asked as the main actor made his violent and martial arts style entrance.
“My parents are both lawyers, so probably history or economics, and then law school.”
“Fancy.”
“What about you? How’s school?”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “I ... uh ... don’t go to school.”
Yunho stared at him in surprise. “Really?”
He shook his head. “My dad never registered me. Yoochun-hyung taught me to read. We’ve never really been in a place where either of us could go to school.”
“You can now, though, right? If you want to?”
“Maybe. I’ve been thinking about it. Changmin-hyung is really smart and he’s been teaching me math and bringing books home for me to read. I only work two or three hours a day and only two or three days a week, so I get bored a lot. There’s a reason I’ve seen all these movies.”
“What do you want to study if you were in school? When you go to college?”
“When?” Yoohwan said with a grin.
“Yes. When. If you want to go, then you’ll go.”
Yoohwan’s smile faltered a little. “Maybe, but to answer your question. I don’t know. Psychology maybe. Criminology would be cool. Maybe even culinary school. I cook a lot for my hyungs. I haven’t really thought too much about it.”
Yoohwan wondered if they gave degrees for sucking cock. He doubted it. But he was good at that. He paid attention to the movie and ate his dinner.
Yunho suddenly snorted. “That would never happen.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Can’t you jump twenty feet in the air after running down alleys and streets?”
“Maybe only ten feet.”
“My record is twelve.”
Yunho laughed.
They watched the movie for a little while longer, and Yoohwan noticed that Yunho did not relax. He wondered what he was thinking.
Yoohwan was thinking about sex because Yunho in a t-shirt and those white pants was sexy as hell. He set this up as a way to get to know Yunho but he wondered if he could convince Yunho to make out with him anyway.
“Can I ask you a personal question, hyung?” Yoohwan asked.
Yunho blushed and shrugged. “Of course. It’s only fair.”
Yoohwan took a deep breath and smirked, but made sure Yunho was not actually looking at him. “Are you a virgin?”
Yunho choked, and Yoohwan was glad that he waited until Yunho had put down his glass of water. He coughed and his cheeks went bright red, and Yoohwan smiled.
“Um, I ... aren’t you?” Yunho said, eyes wide.
Yoohwan chuckled. “No. Look, I don’t ... I don’t really know how to date someone, and since we’re being honest and everything, I really really want to just get you naked.”
“I, but I ... thought, you wanted ... dating, and--”
Yoohwan shrugged. “We can. But you’re going into the military soon, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but ... yeah.” Yunho took a deep breath. “How are you not a virgin? You’re only fifteen!”
Yoohwan smiled and moved closer to him. “It’s sort of a long story, and I’d much rather put your cock in my mouth than talk more, if that’s okay.”
Yunho leaned forward with a groan, elbows on his knees, face in his hands.
Yoohwan wasn't quite sure what Yunho wanted at that moment, but he hadn’t left, so that was promising.
Ducking under Yunho’s arm, Yoohwan twisted and pushed until he was straddling Yunho’s lap, hands sliding down the front of the black shirt.
“Kiss me,” Yoohwan demanded.
Yunho moaned and did as he was told, a wet sloppy kiss that had Yoohwan laughing to himself. He tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and yanked his head back.
“Properly, hyung,” Yoohwan whispered, and leaned forward slowly, licked at Yunho’s pretty cupid lips before sucking the lower one into his mouth. Yunho whimpered, and Yoohwan tilted his head, molded their lips together and kissed him. Slowly, properly. The annoying tingle still flickered in his throat, but not like before.
“So what do you want?” Yoohwan asked against his lips, hands sliding down his strong chest. “I can get off your lap and we can go get some ice cream or something considered normal for a first date.”
“Or?” Yunho gasped, voice rough.
Yoohwan chuckled. “Or I can slide down to my knees and put your cock in my mouth.” He rubbed his palm on the bulge in those white pants.
Yunho moaned, and suddenly gripped Yoohwan’s hips.
Yoohwan twisted his fingers and unbuttoned Yunho’s pants. Pale gray boxers. Tight. Yoohwan licked his lips and pushed back, falling to his knees between Yunho’s spread legs.
Yunho’s hands gripped his own thighs. His eyes were wide, mouth open with heaving breaths.
Yoohwan smiled. “Let me.”
Yunho sort of whimpered and shoved his hand into his own pants, pushing at them. Yoohwan chuckled and helped, pulling them back and leaning away enough to get them off. The t-shirt bunched up and Yoohwan pushed it up further and pressed his mouth to Yunho’s firm stomach. He slid his hand down Yunho’s sides and then one went to his cock and the other went to his own jeans to undo them.
He pumped Yunho’s erection, that already looked ready to blow, and he smiled. Smile widening, he said, “You ready for this?”
Yunho cursed and his head fell onto the back of the couch.
Yoohwan took that as a yes. He started with a tongue, light little flicks up around the head and the slit. He sucked soft at the stream of clear fluid and then a bit harder. Fingers tangled in his hair and Yunho’s moan echoed around the room. It’d been too long since he last had a dick in his throat, come to swallow, so he decided not to tease. He held the base loosely, stroked up a few times with just the head in his mouth and then he moved, bobbing up and down. Still slower than normal. Enough to feel it, feel his cheeks stretch and actually start to ache. God, when did that last happen?
He moved a little faster, curling his hand up the shaft while licking at the head and ridge. Yunho’s moans turned to whimpers and he started thrusting up.
Yoohwan winced at the sudden pull in his hair, but doubled his efforts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Yoohwan smirked because Jung Yunho was a proper boy, not one to fall into curses. He himself wasn’t ready to come just yet, so he pulled his hand off his cock and cupped Yunho’s balls instead, squeezing them just enough.
Yunho jerked, the cock in his mouth swelled and then pulsed. Yoohwan thought of pulling off because, well, diseases, but Yunho hadn’t ever done this before, so instead, he pumped his hand, urging his release on, and then swallowed while Yunho cried out and shuddered through his orgasm.
Much, much too long, Yoohwan thought as his mouth filled with come. He moaned and kept sucking while swallowing the load. And what a load. And what a cock.
Yoohwan wanted it stretching his ass open. Right fucking now.
He let Yunho’s cock fall from his mouth and then looked up. Yunho was gasping, hand over his face, body still shaking.
Yoohwan chuckled. Maybe he’d let Yunho recover first. He pressed a kiss first to the tip of Yunho’s dick and then up his stomach. He pushed the t-shirt up enough to suck on a nipple, causing another tremor through Yunho’s body, and then he went back up to his lap, straddling his thighs.
“Want to fuck me, Yunho-hyung?” he whispered.
Yunho grunted. His cock twitched and Yoohwan dragged his finger through the last pulse of come, almost digging the tip through the slit.
“Well?”
Yunho’s other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him a little closer. “I ... don’t ...” He moved his arm and looked right at Yoohwan’s eyes. “Show me what to do.”
Yoohwan smirked. “With pleasure. So much pleasure. Come on. Bedroom.”
Part 4: Aroused
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 3: Awake
Yoohwan’s phone suddenly vibrated with a message.
Changmin: CONDOMS!
Yoohwan laughed and sent back a bunch of hearts.
Seriously. Condoms.
Seriously, fuck off.
There’s some in my dresser.
I HAVE SOME.
And then his phone rang, and it was Yunho and Yoohwan almost dropped his phone in his haste to answer it.
“Hello!” he said and fought off a cough. Not now! “Yunho-hyung.”
“Hey! Are you okay? Your voice is weird.”
“Yeah, just ... inhaled wrong.” Yoohwan coughed.
“Fuck, sorry! I just called to see if you wanted me to grab some takeout? I’m right by a dokbokki cart.”
Yoohwan tried to clear his throat, but it didn’t happen, and he kept coughing, muffled on his arm. “Yeah, fuck, yeah. Need ... water.” His phone clattered to the floor, and Yoohwan went to the kitchen quickly, but had to stop and fish his medicine from his pocket. The inhaler only worked part of the time, but it was enough to calm the cough back to a tickle and let Yoohwan suck down a glass of water.
Fuck. He leaned against the counter, body shaking and then had to sit. Short breaths, calm breaths. Count. Count. In and out. A little longer. A little stronger.
He felt flush and weak.
Fuck, not now.
He managed to stand. He was sweaty, too hot. The hallway wall was cool on his hand. The air in his bedroom felt like arctic air in his lungs. He sucked in too many deep gulps.
The doorbell rang. Loud. Jarring. He fought back tears. Fuck not now.
The doorbell rang again, and Yoohwan stripped off his shirt, soaked with sweat. His vision was a bit blurry, but he was breathing. Mostly. He tugged on a tanktop and yanked his hair back into a messy ponytail. His hair had been so perfect that day.
When the doorbell rang again, he staggered out into the hallway and to the living room. He managed just a moment of clarity to say that he was coming, though he had no idea if he said it loud enough. And then he was at the door. A moment later. Two seconds. He had no idea. But it was open. And Yunho was on the other side of it. Smiling. God, his smile.
Yunho’s smile suddenly fell and he was quick to step into Yoohwan and support him instead of the doorjamb. Was the room spinning? Or was that him?
“What’s wrong?” Yunho demanded.
“Attack?”
“What? Who? Where? Did they leave?”
Yoohwan smiled, realized he had his face pressed into Yunho’s black jacket and shook his head. “Coughing. Just ... give me a few minutes.”
Yunho was gentle. He was strong. Supportive. To the couch. Until Yoohwan could breathe again. It took a few more minutes before Yoohwan had calmed down enough to talk without coughing, though his voice was rough.
“Sorry.”
“Are you sick?”
Yoohwan did not want to have this conversation with Yunho on their very first date. He sat up and said, “I’m fine.”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow in disbelief.
Yoohwan smiled and turned away to cough a couple times. “I have chronic bronchitis,” he finally said. “Not asthma though sometimes the symptoms are the same. Just ... had a coughing fit.”
“I can come back-”
“No!” Yoohwan said and spent another minute of so coughing. “Sorry,” he gasped. “It .. It will be fine. Just ... have to rest.”
“Do you need anything?” Yunho asked. “I can get you some water.”
Yoohwan shook his head. “I’m okay. Really. Go pick a movie. I’ve seen them all and like most, so your odds are good.” Yoohwan smiled.
Yunho still looked unsure, but he stood up and moved to the cabinet that housed Changmin’s collection of movies.
Now that he wasn’t coughing up a lung, Yoohwan was able to look at Yunho. He looked amazing, wearing, white pants pushed into black boots, a tight black t-shirt and jacket. His hair was flat and styled forward, a far cry from the messy flop he sported during work. He bent down to look in the cupboard and Yoohwan licked his lips. He did not have much of an ass, but he had very nice thighs.
Yoohwan cleared his throat. “You look really nice today.”
Yunho turned his head and smiled. “Thanks. Stupid comedy or stupider drama where we can laugh at the people?”
Yoohwan laughed. “That one.”
Yunho picked out a movie and put it into the DVD player.
Yoohwan stood up carefully.
“Hey, I’ll get it.”
Yoohwan looked over his shoulder and fought not to glare. “I am not disabled.”
Yunho frowned. “I know ... I ...”
Yoohwan waved a hand at him. “I’m fine, hyung. Really. I get enough worry from my older brother.”
He picked up the to-go bag and headed to the kitchen. Yunho had hit play and the previews on the DVD played in the background. Yoohwan said nothing as he removed bowls and glasses for drinks (he recognized the name of street cart Yunho stopped at; they made very spicy dokbokki), and Yunho went back to the front door to take off his boots and his jacket, leaving him in a tight T-shirt that had Yoohwan licking his lips.
“Can I ask you a pretty personal question?” Yunho asked.
Yoohwan smiled, remembering Jaejoong asking the same thing a few days ago. He wondered if it was going to be the same question. He doubted it. He was clueless about this dating thing, but he watched enough dramas that he knew that asking about someone’s virginity was pretty taboo. Especially on a first date.
“Sure, hyung.”
“Why are you living with your brother and his boyfriend? I mean, what happened to your parents?”
Yoohwan took a deep breath. “My mother died when I was three. My father abandoned us when I was ten. Yoochun-hyung has pretty much been taking care of me since I was five years old.”
“Oh ... Sorry. I--”
Yoohwan smiled at him. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t remember my mother at all and my father spent more time drunk and putting bruises on us. We’re both very happy now. Much happier.”
Yunho smiled weakly.
“What about you?” Yoohwan asked. “About your family, I mean?”
“Oh, just ... normal. I guess. I have a younger sister who wants to be an actress. Mom and dad. We have a dog.”
“Cool. I wonder if Changmin-hyung will let me get a dog.”
“Not your brother?”
Yoohwan smirked. “No, all I’d have to do is say I want one, and he’ll go buy me one. He’s really overprotective and too quick to give me whatever I want.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Yeah. Take this job, I have. I’m too young. He doesn’t want me to work, but guess what? I’m working anyway. But every day when I get home, he asks me how my day was, did I have a coughing fit, am I too tired, you know, Yoohwan, you don’t have to work, Changmin and I make enough money. It gets annoying.”
“He worries about you.”
“I know,” Yoohwan said and led the way back to the couch. He sat down with the bowls of food, and Yunho followed with the drinks. He started the movie and settled in with his food.
“I ... I uh, I’ve already seen this movie too,” Yunho said a few minutes later. “I just ... picked one where it’d be okay if we talked too.”
Yoohwan smiled over at him. “Then it’s perfect.”
Yunho flushed.
“Any idea what you want to study in college?” Yoohwan asked as the main actor made his violent and martial arts style entrance.
“My parents are both lawyers, so probably history or economics, and then law school.”
“Fancy.”
“What about you? How’s school?”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “I ... uh ... don’t go to school.”
Yunho stared at him in surprise. “Really?”
He shook his head. “My dad never registered me. Yoochun-hyung taught me to read. We’ve never really been in a place where either of us could go to school.”
“You can now, though, right? If you want to?”
“Maybe. I’ve been thinking about it. Changmin-hyung is really smart and he’s been teaching me math and bringing books home for me to read. I only work two or three hours a day and only two or three days a week, so I get bored a lot. There’s a reason I’ve seen all these movies.”
“What do you want to study if you were in school? When you go to college?”
“When?” Yoohwan said with a grin.
“Yes. When. If you want to go, then you’ll go.”
Yoohwan’s smile faltered a little. “Maybe, but to answer your question. I don’t know. Psychology maybe. Criminology would be cool. Maybe even culinary school. I cook a lot for my hyungs. I haven’t really thought too much about it.”
Yoohwan wondered if they gave degrees for sucking cock. He doubted it. But he was good at that. He paid attention to the movie and ate his dinner.
Yunho suddenly snorted. “That would never happen.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Can’t you jump twenty feet in the air after running down alleys and streets?”
“Maybe only ten feet.”
“My record is twelve.”
Yunho laughed.
They watched the movie for a little while longer, and Yoohwan noticed that Yunho did not relax. He wondered what he was thinking.
Yoohwan was thinking about sex because Yunho in a t-shirt and those white pants was sexy as hell. He set this up as a way to get to know Yunho but he wondered if he could convince Yunho to make out with him anyway.
“Can I ask you a personal question, hyung?” Yoohwan asked.
Yunho blushed and shrugged. “Of course. It’s only fair.”
Yoohwan took a deep breath and smirked, but made sure Yunho was not actually looking at him. “Are you a virgin?”
Yunho choked, and Yoohwan was glad that he waited until Yunho had put down his glass of water. He coughed and his cheeks went bright red, and Yoohwan smiled.
“Um, I ... aren’t you?” Yunho said, eyes wide.
Yoohwan chuckled. “No. Look, I don’t ... I don’t really know how to date someone, and since we’re being honest and everything, I really really want to just get you naked.”
“I, but I ... thought, you wanted ... dating, and--”
Yoohwan shrugged. “We can. But you’re going into the military soon, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but ... yeah.” Yunho took a deep breath. “How are you not a virgin? You’re only fifteen!”
Yoohwan smiled and moved closer to him. “It’s sort of a long story, and I’d much rather put your cock in my mouth than talk more, if that’s okay.”
Yunho leaned forward with a groan, elbows on his knees, face in his hands.
Yoohwan wasn't quite sure what Yunho wanted at that moment, but he hadn’t left, so that was promising.
Ducking under Yunho’s arm, Yoohwan twisted and pushed until he was straddling Yunho’s lap, hands sliding down the front of the black shirt.
“Kiss me,” Yoohwan demanded.
Yunho moaned and did as he was told, a wet sloppy kiss that had Yoohwan laughing to himself. He tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and yanked his head back.
“Properly, hyung,” Yoohwan whispered, and leaned forward slowly, licked at Yunho’s pretty cupid lips before sucking the lower one into his mouth. Yunho whimpered, and Yoohwan tilted his head, molded their lips together and kissed him. Slowly, properly. The annoying tingle still flickered in his throat, but not like before.
“So what do you want?” Yoohwan asked against his lips, hands sliding down his strong chest. “I can get off your lap and we can go get some ice cream or something considered normal for a first date.”
“Or?” Yunho gasped, voice rough.
Yoohwan chuckled. “Or I can slide down to my knees and put your cock in my mouth.” He rubbed his palm on the bulge in those white pants.
Yunho moaned, and suddenly gripped Yoohwan’s hips.
Yoohwan twisted his fingers and unbuttoned Yunho’s pants. Pale gray boxers. Tight. Yoohwan licked his lips and pushed back, falling to his knees between Yunho’s spread legs.
Yunho’s hands gripped his own thighs. His eyes were wide, mouth open with heaving breaths.
Yoohwan smiled. “Let me.”
Yunho sort of whimpered and shoved his hand into his own pants, pushing at them. Yoohwan chuckled and helped, pulling them back and leaning away enough to get them off. The t-shirt bunched up and Yoohwan pushed it up further and pressed his mouth to Yunho’s firm stomach. He slid his hand down Yunho’s sides and then one went to his cock and the other went to his own jeans to undo them.
He pumped Yunho’s erection, that already looked ready to blow, and he smiled. Smile widening, he said, “You ready for this?”
Yunho cursed and his head fell onto the back of the couch.
Yoohwan took that as a yes. He started with a tongue, light little flicks up around the head and the slit. He sucked soft at the stream of clear fluid and then a bit harder. Fingers tangled in his hair and Yunho’s moan echoed around the room. It’d been too long since he last had a dick in his throat, come to swallow, so he decided not to tease. He held the base loosely, stroked up a few times with just the head in his mouth and then he moved, bobbing up and down. Still slower than normal. Enough to feel it, feel his cheeks stretch and actually start to ache. God, when did that last happen?
He moved a little faster, curling his hand up the shaft while licking at the head and ridge. Yunho’s moans turned to whimpers and he started thrusting up.
Yoohwan winced at the sudden pull in his hair, but doubled his efforts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Yoohwan smirked because Jung Yunho was a proper boy, not one to fall into curses. He himself wasn’t ready to come just yet, so he pulled his hand off his cock and cupped Yunho’s balls instead, squeezing them just enough.
Yunho jerked, the cock in his mouth swelled and then pulsed. Yoohwan thought of pulling off because, well, diseases, but Yunho hadn’t ever done this before, so instead, he pumped his hand, urging his release on, and then swallowed while Yunho cried out and shuddered through his orgasm.
Much, much too long, Yoohwan thought as his mouth filled with come. He moaned and kept sucking while swallowing the load. And what a load. And what a cock.
Yoohwan wanted it stretching his ass open. Right fucking now.
He let Yunho’s cock fall from his mouth and then looked up. Yunho was gasping, hand over his face, body still shaking.
Yoohwan chuckled. Maybe he’d let Yunho recover first. He pressed a kiss first to the tip of Yunho’s dick and then up his stomach. He pushed the t-shirt up enough to suck on a nipple, causing another tremor through Yunho’s body, and then he went back up to his lap, straddling his thighs.
“Want to fuck me, Yunho-hyung?” he whispered.
Yunho grunted. His cock twitched and Yoohwan dragged his finger through the last pulse of come, almost digging the tip through the slit.
“Well?”
Yunho’s other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him a little closer. “I ... don’t ...” He moved his arm and looked right at Yoohwan’s eyes. “Show me what to do.”
Yoohwan smirked. “With pleasure. So much pleasure. Come on. Bedroom.”
Part 4: Aroused
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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