Smarty Smarty 12/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 12/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 12:
“You okay?” Jae asked from across the room.
Junsu’s eyes were shut tight, his chest rising and falling quickly. He managed a nod. God, it’d been three days. Three days of kissing Yoochun whenever they could, holding him and falling asleep with him and Junsu wanted more. He knew that Yoochun was getting frustrated with him, not that he’d ever admit it, but Junsu sort of freaked out a bit whenever Yoochun tried to do more than just kiss him.
“Liar. Out with it,” Jae demanded and the bed dipped.
Things were … awkward with them, but not. Yoochun had explained the reasons why Jae hadn’t kissed Junsu when he had asked, but it didn’t make it better.
Junsu opened his eyes. “Yoochun’s getting impatient with me.”
Jae nodded. “A little, but he understands. Scared?”
“Very.”
“Well, do you want more than kisses?”
Junsu swallowed. “I think so, but when … when he touches me, I panic.”
“Why?”
His eyes shut with a sigh.
“You’re still battling your moral dilemma, huh?”
“Yes, but … it’s more that I don’t know what he’s going to do and it’s scary.”
Jae smiled. “Then you need to practice.”
“What?”
“Practice. Come on, you’re a singer. Same thing. You have to rehearse before the big show.”
“Jaejoong, this is totally different.”
“No it’s not. Budge over.” Jae shoved him and lay next to him.
“Um, Jaejoong, I-”
Jae rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to kiss you or anything, just show you what to do. Straddle my lap.”
“Jae-“
Jae grabbed Junsu and pulled his body over his. “Do it. I’m trying to help you.”
Junsu swallowed nervously, but straddled Jae’s lap. Yoochun had been over him like this just yesterday, and that’s the worst Junsu had freaked.
“If you’re afraid of what Yoochun is going to do to you, then you’re going to have to do what you’re comfortable with, okay? You can’t always let him control things.” Jae settled his hands on Junsu’s hips. “Unbutton my shirt.”
“Why?”
Jae rolled his eyes again. “Just do it.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and with shaking hands, unbuttoned Jae’s shirt, revealing his amazing abs and chest.
Jae took his wrists and very carefully pressed Junsu’s hands to his chest. “Always start with touching,” Jae said and moved Junsu’s hands until Junsu was doing it himself. “Most of the time, guys nipples are sensitive. It’s an erogenous zone, turns them on. But if you really want to drive Yoochun insane, concentrate your fingers tips right here, just below his ribs. He loves that. Or kiss him there, lick him, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Panic built in Junsu’s body as he felt what Yoochun had called lust coil through him. Jae’s body was amazing.
Jae shut his eyes with a whimper as Junsu trailed his fingertips up and down Jae’s stomach. “Yeah, that’s good.”
“Then what?”
Jae grinned. “Then you kiss him. I know you can do that.”
“I like to kiss him.”
“After that, well, it’s up to you how far you want to take it, but always take your time, Su. Yoochun may be getting impatient, but he’s not going to force you.”
“I … I don’t know what else to do though.”
“Kiss his skin, Su. Right now, that’s all you need to do. Even along his arms is sensitive. If you want to, unbutton his pants. That’d be the next step. You don’t have to stroke him off or anything, if you don’t want to, but just doing things like this will let him know that you want more. Now, get off me before you make me hornier.”
Junsu blushed and hastily retreated from Jae’s lap. Sure enough, there was a bulge in his pants.
“Go wait for Yoochun in his room, and tell Changmin to come here,” Jae said as he stood up. He discarded the shirt, tossing it over the back of his chair.
Junsu bit his lip as he watched Jae take his pants off, leaving him in tight blue boxers briefs. He climbed off the bed as Jae fell into his. Jae cupped his crotch, moaning, and Junsu shut his eyes for a moment. He left quickly, panting a bit, and barreled into Yoochun and Changmin’s room.
“Jae wants you,” he said to Changmin.
Changmin scoffed and didn’t look up from his textbook. “So? I’m studying.”
“He’s practically naked on his bed, touching himself,” Junsu said as a blush rose through his cheeks.
Changmin looked up at him, and then smiled slowly. “Oh, that kind of wanting.” Changmin slammed his book shut, and then winked at Junsu. “Have fun with Yoochun.”
Junsu blushed.
He stood in the middle of the room after Changmin had left and wondered what the hell he was doing. At times like this, his moral conscience got the best of him, reminding him of the sins he was committing, just for wanting to kiss Yoochun. But then he’d remember kissing Yoochun and want it even more, pushing his morality aside.
He took a stabilizing breath, and then made a decision. He wasn’t sure what he was comfortable doing with Yoochun, but Jae was right. Yoochun would never force him, and Yoochun had no problem showing him how things were done.
Junsu unbuttoned his shirt and lay down in Yoochun’s bed.
He was so nervous.
Jae had said that nipples were sensitive. As an experiment, he brushed a fingertip over one of his nipples. It ripped a gasp from him as his skin shivered. He did the other one, adding more pressure. His head spun as he imagined Yoochun doing this to him.
He jerked in surprise when the door shut. He looked up and then blushed, looking away from Yoochun’s smile as he tried to cover his chest up.
Yoochun was quick to move to the bed, grabbing his wrists to stop him. He didn’t say anything, which Junsu was eternally grateful for, just leaned down and kissed him, softly, belying the shaking grip of his hands.
Junsu swallowed, nerves on high alert. But Jae had said, be firm, be in control, so Junsu pulled away and said, “L-lie down.”
“Why?”
Junsu blushed deeper as his said, “J-just do it.”
Yoochun smirked. “Okay.” He rolled over Junsu’s body so he was between him and the wall. Junsu took one more stabilizing breath and then straddled Yoochun’s waist. Just like Jae had done, Yoochun’s hands immediately landed on Junsu’s hips.
Junsu couldn’t do it, yet, couldn’t unbutton that shirt, so he leaned down and kissed Yoochun. Yes, kissing he could do, but as their lips moved together, Junsu realized there was something different about this kiss. It was like … like, Yoochun was waiting for him.
He was in control. He’d never been in control of their kisses before. Testing his theory, Junsu tentatively swiped his tongue over Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun whimpered, opening his mouth and responding to the kiss, following what Junsu did, the speed and intensity.
Junsu didn’t think it was possible for his head to get any lighter or his body to get any more on edge. And suddenly he couldn’t kiss Yoochun anymore. He broke away and sat up, hands on Yoochun’s chest. And not until he shifted did Junsu realize that he had sat right on Yoochun’s crotch, his erection pressed against Junsu’s ass. He’d felt Yoochun hard before, but always on his leg or side. And he’d been hard before, but not like this, strained so tight against his clothes that every movement of his body made his penis jerk.
His cheeks turned bright red and he couldn’t open his eyes.
“Su?” Yoochun whispered, hands tightening at his hips.
“Minute,” is the only word he could mutter.
Yoochun’s hands slid up and down his hips and sides, making it even more difficult for Junsu to think. A little voice that sounded like Jaejoong said, “Sometimes it’s okay not to think, to just go with it.”
So Junsu went with it. He opened his eyes and hands shaking, unbuttoned the first button of Yoochun’s shirt.
Yoochun gasped, but said nothing, hands continuing their path over his hips.
Junsu bit his lip in concentration as the second and third buttons were released, but by the forth, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t continue. He figured it was good enough, and did as Jaejoong suggest. He pressed his lips to the patch of skin he’d revealed under the shirt.
Yoochun moaned. “Fuck, Junsu.”
His hips rose from the bed, pressing his erection into Junsu’s body again. Junsu squeezed his eyes shut and moved his lips along Yoochun’s collar bone. Yoochun’s hands left his hips and slid between their bodies. He leaned into the kiss and then slipped his shirt from his shoulder. Junsu whimpered as the hands that had been on cloth now landed on skin. He jerked away from Yoochun’s lips for a moment and stared at his body. A body he’d already seen naked so many times., but now it was so much different, under his fingers, begging to be touched.
Junsu followed Jaejoong’s advice, just touching, over his shoulder and chest, down his stomach. And then he dragged his fingers over the area just below Yoochun’s ribs. Yoochun moaned and shut his eyes, neck arching as Junsu followed fingertips with finger nails, scraping over the skin.
“Someone has been talking to Jaejoong,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu flushed, and wouldn’t meet his eyes, but he kept touching. Junsu had no idea how long he did, how long his hands were against Yoochun’s skin. He was hyperaware of the whimpers and deep breaths escaping the man below him.
Junsu leaned down and pressed his lips against Yoochun’s collar bone again. His tremors were now more from pleasure than from nerves, but they were no less violent.
“Lick, lick and suck and bite, Su, don’t just kiss,” Yoochun whispered.
With barely a thought, Junsu did as Yoochun said, licking down his chest, biting at the muscle. Yoochun cried out when Junsu’s tongue went over his nipple, and then he swore, bucking up into Junsu’s body as Junsu bit down around the bud. When Junsu’s lips finally found the sensitive spots of Yoochun’s stomach, Yoochun’s hands slid under his shirt.
Junsu whimpered as the cool skin pressed against his heated body, rubbed up and down his back, and then Yoochun yanked at his shirt, until Junsu moved and let him take it off.
“Okay, fuck,” Yoochun said, dominate again. “That’s enough, fuck, Su.”
Junsu sat up, hurt in his eyes, and Yoochun quickly touched his face in apology.
“I need to stop now, because if you keep being all innocent and cute and sexy like this, I may not be able to stop myself later.”
“Was it okay?”
“Yeah.” With hands on Junsu’s hips, Yoochun rocked him back and forth. “Anytime a guy gets an erection means it was okay.”
Junsu smiled. “I … I was scared.”
“I know, but you did great. So great that I am going to jerk myself off.”
Junsu blushed and his eyes went wide.
Yoochun chuckled. “You can stay and watch if you want to. You seem to be about two strokes away from coming anyway. I can show you how to do it.”
Junsu swallowed.
Yoochun sat up, arms around Junsu’s body. “Look, Su. All this pent up pleasure is going to drive you insane, you have to release it. Just watch me okay? You don’t have to do anything, and you don’t have to touch me or touch yourself, but you should know how it’s done. Is that okay?”
Junsu shut his eyes for a moment, Yoochun kissed him softly. He whimpered and then nodded his head. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen you naked,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed as he moved out from under Junsu. He lay between the wall and Junsu, unbuckled his pants and took his clothes off. He shut his eyes with a deep moan when his fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Fuck that was hot, Su. Remind me to thank Jaejoong for telling you what to do to me. Fuck.”
Junsu tried not to look, listening to Yoochun breath, and the sound of his hand rubbing his penis. He tried not to look, but he did anyway. Yoochun’s penis was long and hard in his hand, the tip a deep red, and glistening in the light. Junsu had the strongest urge to touch it, just to see what it felt like. Whenever his cock grew hard, he did as he was taught and didn’t touch it at all, because that made the feelings and the temptation worse. Swallowing, he reached out, tentatively and touched the head of Yoochun’s penis.
Yoochun moaned, hand faltering and Junsu snatched his hand back.
“S-s-sorry,” he whispered, and tried to move away, but Yoochun snagged his arm.
“God, don’t be sorry,” Yoochun said, and his hand sped up. “You can touch me all you want, Su.”
“Does it hurt?” Junsu asked.
“No.”
“It looks like it hurts.”
Yoochun smiled through his deep breaths. “If I wasn’t doing anything to my cock, then yeah, it would hurt, but right now, with you watching me, it feels so good. It felt really good when you touched me.”
Junsu’s own erection was trapped in his pants, and it hurt, and ached and he wanted to touch himself. “Mine hurts,” he whispered.
“That’s because you’re not touching it. Think of it as … fuck,” Yoochun stopped stroking. “I can’t fucking concentrate when I’m jerking off.” He took a few deep breaths, and said, “Think of it as a soda bottle, Su. You shake it up, and the pressure builds up and what happens when you relieve that pressure?”
Junsu opened his mouth, and then closed it as the images filled his mind.
“The pressure is just going to build and build unless you release it.” Yoochun put his hand back around his cock.
Without taking his eyes away from Yoochun, Junsu nervously put his hand against his crotch, hissing when the cloth rubbed over his erection, but the hiss was good, not one of pain and that feeling he spent most of his life trying to get rid of, filled him up. He rubbed again, a small moan escaping his lips.
Yoochun echoed his moan. “Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll feel a hundred times better if you have your hand on your cock, and not through clothes.”
Junsu bit his lip. He met Yoochun’s eyes, and then looked away at the feral lust in them.
“I-I … can I touch you again?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Fuck yes.”
Junsu reached out and touched the tip of Yoochun’s penis again. It was surprisingly soft as he pushed down. His finger caught on the clear liquid and slid over the head, and into the slit at the top. Junsu blushed at the moan that came out of Yoochun’s mouth, but he didn’t pull his hand away. He rubbed the entire top of Yoochun’s cock with his finger, his own body pulsed, eager, and then there was pressure against his front and he moaned as Yoochun pressed his palm on his crotch.
“Come on, Su,” Yoochun whispered. “It will feel good. I promise.”
Junsu met his eyes briefly and then lay back on the bed. Shaking, he unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his thighs. He stared at his own erection, no less red and hard than Yoochun’s. He’d never really looked before, but kept his eyes shut and his hands away from his body.
“Touch yourself, Su, come on.”
Junsu swallowed again, and looked at Yoochun. Yoochun was looking at Junsu’s body, licking his lips and Junsu blushed, embarrassed, and he tried to cover up, but Yoochun’s hand stopped him.
“Just try it.”
Junsu nodded, and took a deep breath to steady himself. He looked at Yoochun, how he had his hand wrapped loosely around his penis, and tried to copy it, thumb on the underside, fingers curled around the rest.
“Oh,” Junsu said, eyes widening at the foreign feeling of pleasure.
“Stroke, up and down,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu did, and his eyes shut as another moan coursed through him. It felt good, god, it felt so good, as his skin scraped over skin. The pleasure, lust, urge and need that he fought hard to suppress, filled every cubic centimeter of his body. No amount of praying or will power was going to get rid of it now.
The hand not on his penis reached for something, for some type of anchor against the feeling of being tossed in circles. It landed on Yoochun’s leg and he squeezed as each new wave of pleasure blurred his mind and vision.
“Yoo-Yoochun, it’s … I-can’t … Yoochun.”
“Don’t stop, Su. Just … don’t stop.”
Junsu whimpered, mentally demanding how the hell he was supposed to stop because that was the problem, he needed to stop, wanted to, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t. Everything was so full, too much, too hard and too good. So good. The fingers on Yoochun’s leg tightened, a scream was ripped from his throat.
“Yoo-Yoochun!”
A blinding white pleasure clouded everything around him, and his penis jerked in his hand, and something shot from it, each pulse throwing another stab of pleasure through his body, and warm liquid landed on his stomach.
He whimpered as the pleasure faded, and the tightness in his limbs and body released and he couldn’t move, hand still around his penis.
Lips pressed against his, and Junsu moaned, whimpered again as he tried to follow Yoochun’s kiss.
“That was beyond sexy,” Yoochun whispered, and then he pulled away.
As Junsu gasped, trying to get a handle on his emotions and guilt and self-deprecation, he realized that Yoochun was moaning, and he opened his eyes. Yoochun was still stroking himself, fast now, his other hand holding his balls down. Junsu licked his lips, because he knew now what Yoochun was feeling, and god, no wonder he and Changmin were moaning so much the other night. It felt so fucking good.
Junsu forced his body to move and very carefully, he ran his fingertips on that spot below Yoochun’s ribs.
“Fuck!” Yoochun shouted, eyes squeezed shut.
Junsu kissed Yoochun’s neck, and then on his collar bone, gaining confidence as Yoochun’s moans and curses increased.
“Kiss me, Su. Fuck. Kiss me, please.”
Junsu obliged, but after the initial press of lips, Yoochun forced his tongue in Junsu’s mouth, harsh and desperate, moaning and biting. His body shook and he broke away from Junsu’s lips with a loud cry.
Junsu watched, as Yoochun’s hips lifted off the bed. White streams of fluid spurted from his cock and landed wet and heavy on his stomach. Yoochun whimpered through the pumps, slowing his hand down until only a dollop of white pearled from the slit.
Junsu looked at his own body, embarrassed when he saw similar pools of white dripping over his muscles.
“Oh, god, that was hot,” Yoochun said. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the stuff from his fingers, scooping more from his body.
Junsu licked his lips. “What does it taste like?”
Yoochun grinned, and held out his finger. “Taste it and find out.”
Blushing, Junsu licked Yoochun’s finger, and made a face.
“You’ll get used to it,” Yoochun said with a laugh. He smirked at Junsu and then before Junsu knew what was happening, Yoochun’s fingers scraped across his stomach and then he was licking Junsu’s come from them.
Junsu really blushed and turned away from Yoochun’s wanton moan of satisfaction.
God, that was so wrong, it was all so wrong, but it had felt so good.
After a moment of silence, Yoochun whispered, “You alright?”
“Yeah,” Junsu muttered. “Just battling.”
Yoochun spooned up behind him and Junsu blushed at the feel of naked skin on his. Yoochun’s lips pressed against his neck.
“So, since you got to lick and bite my chest and stuff, will you let me do it to you now?”
Junsu swallowed.
“And if you want to, instead of stroking ourselves, we can stroke each other.”
Junsu’s eyes shut at the images and wondered what it would feel like to have Yoochun’s hand on his cock. He knew that he shouldn’t, but if he was already going to hell for what he just did, he might as well do it again.
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 12:
“You okay?” Jae asked from across the room.
Junsu’s eyes were shut tight, his chest rising and falling quickly. He managed a nod. God, it’d been three days. Three days of kissing Yoochun whenever they could, holding him and falling asleep with him and Junsu wanted more. He knew that Yoochun was getting frustrated with him, not that he’d ever admit it, but Junsu sort of freaked out a bit whenever Yoochun tried to do more than just kiss him.
“Liar. Out with it,” Jae demanded and the bed dipped.
Things were … awkward with them, but not. Yoochun had explained the reasons why Jae hadn’t kissed Junsu when he had asked, but it didn’t make it better.
Junsu opened his eyes. “Yoochun’s getting impatient with me.”
Jae nodded. “A little, but he understands. Scared?”
“Very.”
“Well, do you want more than kisses?”
Junsu swallowed. “I think so, but when … when he touches me, I panic.”
“Why?”
His eyes shut with a sigh.
“You’re still battling your moral dilemma, huh?”
“Yes, but … it’s more that I don’t know what he’s going to do and it’s scary.”
Jae smiled. “Then you need to practice.”
“What?”
“Practice. Come on, you’re a singer. Same thing. You have to rehearse before the big show.”
“Jaejoong, this is totally different.”
“No it’s not. Budge over.” Jae shoved him and lay next to him.
“Um, Jaejoong, I-”
Jae rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to kiss you or anything, just show you what to do. Straddle my lap.”
“Jae-“
Jae grabbed Junsu and pulled his body over his. “Do it. I’m trying to help you.”
Junsu swallowed nervously, but straddled Jae’s lap. Yoochun had been over him like this just yesterday, and that’s the worst Junsu had freaked.
“If you’re afraid of what Yoochun is going to do to you, then you’re going to have to do what you’re comfortable with, okay? You can’t always let him control things.” Jae settled his hands on Junsu’s hips. “Unbutton my shirt.”
“Why?”
Jae rolled his eyes again. “Just do it.”
Junsu bit his lower lip and with shaking hands, unbuttoned Jae’s shirt, revealing his amazing abs and chest.
Jae took his wrists and very carefully pressed Junsu’s hands to his chest. “Always start with touching,” Jae said and moved Junsu’s hands until Junsu was doing it himself. “Most of the time, guys nipples are sensitive. It’s an erogenous zone, turns them on. But if you really want to drive Yoochun insane, concentrate your fingers tips right here, just below his ribs. He loves that. Or kiss him there, lick him, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Panic built in Junsu’s body as he felt what Yoochun had called lust coil through him. Jae’s body was amazing.
Jae shut his eyes with a whimper as Junsu trailed his fingertips up and down Jae’s stomach. “Yeah, that’s good.”
“Then what?”
Jae grinned. “Then you kiss him. I know you can do that.”
“I like to kiss him.”
“After that, well, it’s up to you how far you want to take it, but always take your time, Su. Yoochun may be getting impatient, but he’s not going to force you.”
“I … I don’t know what else to do though.”
“Kiss his skin, Su. Right now, that’s all you need to do. Even along his arms is sensitive. If you want to, unbutton his pants. That’d be the next step. You don’t have to stroke him off or anything, if you don’t want to, but just doing things like this will let him know that you want more. Now, get off me before you make me hornier.”
Junsu blushed and hastily retreated from Jae’s lap. Sure enough, there was a bulge in his pants.
“Go wait for Yoochun in his room, and tell Changmin to come here,” Jae said as he stood up. He discarded the shirt, tossing it over the back of his chair.
Junsu bit his lip as he watched Jae take his pants off, leaving him in tight blue boxers briefs. He climbed off the bed as Jae fell into his. Jae cupped his crotch, moaning, and Junsu shut his eyes for a moment. He left quickly, panting a bit, and barreled into Yoochun and Changmin’s room.
“Jae wants you,” he said to Changmin.
Changmin scoffed and didn’t look up from his textbook. “So? I’m studying.”
“He’s practically naked on his bed, touching himself,” Junsu said as a blush rose through his cheeks.
Changmin looked up at him, and then smiled slowly. “Oh, that kind of wanting.” Changmin slammed his book shut, and then winked at Junsu. “Have fun with Yoochun.”
Junsu blushed.
He stood in the middle of the room after Changmin had left and wondered what the hell he was doing. At times like this, his moral conscience got the best of him, reminding him of the sins he was committing, just for wanting to kiss Yoochun. But then he’d remember kissing Yoochun and want it even more, pushing his morality aside.
He took a stabilizing breath, and then made a decision. He wasn’t sure what he was comfortable doing with Yoochun, but Jae was right. Yoochun would never force him, and Yoochun had no problem showing him how things were done.
Junsu unbuttoned his shirt and lay down in Yoochun’s bed.
He was so nervous.
Jae had said that nipples were sensitive. As an experiment, he brushed a fingertip over one of his nipples. It ripped a gasp from him as his skin shivered. He did the other one, adding more pressure. His head spun as he imagined Yoochun doing this to him.
He jerked in surprise when the door shut. He looked up and then blushed, looking away from Yoochun’s smile as he tried to cover his chest up.
Yoochun was quick to move to the bed, grabbing his wrists to stop him. He didn’t say anything, which Junsu was eternally grateful for, just leaned down and kissed him, softly, belying the shaking grip of his hands.
Junsu swallowed, nerves on high alert. But Jae had said, be firm, be in control, so Junsu pulled away and said, “L-lie down.”
“Why?”
Junsu blushed deeper as his said, “J-just do it.”
Yoochun smirked. “Okay.” He rolled over Junsu’s body so he was between him and the wall. Junsu took one more stabilizing breath and then straddled Yoochun’s waist. Just like Jae had done, Yoochun’s hands immediately landed on Junsu’s hips.
Junsu couldn’t do it, yet, couldn’t unbutton that shirt, so he leaned down and kissed Yoochun. Yes, kissing he could do, but as their lips moved together, Junsu realized there was something different about this kiss. It was like … like, Yoochun was waiting for him.
He was in control. He’d never been in control of their kisses before. Testing his theory, Junsu tentatively swiped his tongue over Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun whimpered, opening his mouth and responding to the kiss, following what Junsu did, the speed and intensity.
Junsu didn’t think it was possible for his head to get any lighter or his body to get any more on edge. And suddenly he couldn’t kiss Yoochun anymore. He broke away and sat up, hands on Yoochun’s chest. And not until he shifted did Junsu realize that he had sat right on Yoochun’s crotch, his erection pressed against Junsu’s ass. He’d felt Yoochun hard before, but always on his leg or side. And he’d been hard before, but not like this, strained so tight against his clothes that every movement of his body made his penis jerk.
His cheeks turned bright red and he couldn’t open his eyes.
“Su?” Yoochun whispered, hands tightening at his hips.
“Minute,” is the only word he could mutter.
Yoochun’s hands slid up and down his hips and sides, making it even more difficult for Junsu to think. A little voice that sounded like Jaejoong said, “Sometimes it’s okay not to think, to just go with it.”
So Junsu went with it. He opened his eyes and hands shaking, unbuttoned the first button of Yoochun’s shirt.
Yoochun gasped, but said nothing, hands continuing their path over his hips.
Junsu bit his lip in concentration as the second and third buttons were released, but by the forth, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t continue. He figured it was good enough, and did as Jaejoong suggest. He pressed his lips to the patch of skin he’d revealed under the shirt.
Yoochun moaned. “Fuck, Junsu.”
His hips rose from the bed, pressing his erection into Junsu’s body again. Junsu squeezed his eyes shut and moved his lips along Yoochun’s collar bone. Yoochun’s hands left his hips and slid between their bodies. He leaned into the kiss and then slipped his shirt from his shoulder. Junsu whimpered as the hands that had been on cloth now landed on skin. He jerked away from Yoochun’s lips for a moment and stared at his body. A body he’d already seen naked so many times., but now it was so much different, under his fingers, begging to be touched.
Junsu followed Jaejoong’s advice, just touching, over his shoulder and chest, down his stomach. And then he dragged his fingers over the area just below Yoochun’s ribs. Yoochun moaned and shut his eyes, neck arching as Junsu followed fingertips with finger nails, scraping over the skin.
“Someone has been talking to Jaejoong,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu flushed, and wouldn’t meet his eyes, but he kept touching. Junsu had no idea how long he did, how long his hands were against Yoochun’s skin. He was hyperaware of the whimpers and deep breaths escaping the man below him.
Junsu leaned down and pressed his lips against Yoochun’s collar bone again. His tremors were now more from pleasure than from nerves, but they were no less violent.
“Lick, lick and suck and bite, Su, don’t just kiss,” Yoochun whispered.
With barely a thought, Junsu did as Yoochun said, licking down his chest, biting at the muscle. Yoochun cried out when Junsu’s tongue went over his nipple, and then he swore, bucking up into Junsu’s body as Junsu bit down around the bud. When Junsu’s lips finally found the sensitive spots of Yoochun’s stomach, Yoochun’s hands slid under his shirt.
Junsu whimpered as the cool skin pressed against his heated body, rubbed up and down his back, and then Yoochun yanked at his shirt, until Junsu moved and let him take it off.
“Okay, fuck,” Yoochun said, dominate again. “That’s enough, fuck, Su.”
Junsu sat up, hurt in his eyes, and Yoochun quickly touched his face in apology.
“I need to stop now, because if you keep being all innocent and cute and sexy like this, I may not be able to stop myself later.”
“Was it okay?”
“Yeah.” With hands on Junsu’s hips, Yoochun rocked him back and forth. “Anytime a guy gets an erection means it was okay.”
Junsu smiled. “I … I was scared.”
“I know, but you did great. So great that I am going to jerk myself off.”
Junsu blushed and his eyes went wide.
Yoochun chuckled. “You can stay and watch if you want to. You seem to be about two strokes away from coming anyway. I can show you how to do it.”
Junsu swallowed.
Yoochun sat up, arms around Junsu’s body. “Look, Su. All this pent up pleasure is going to drive you insane, you have to release it. Just watch me okay? You don’t have to do anything, and you don’t have to touch me or touch yourself, but you should know how it’s done. Is that okay?”
Junsu shut his eyes for a moment, Yoochun kissed him softly. He whimpered and then nodded his head. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen you naked,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed as he moved out from under Junsu. He lay between the wall and Junsu, unbuckled his pants and took his clothes off. He shut his eyes with a deep moan when his fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Fuck that was hot, Su. Remind me to thank Jaejoong for telling you what to do to me. Fuck.”
Junsu tried not to look, listening to Yoochun breath, and the sound of his hand rubbing his penis. He tried not to look, but he did anyway. Yoochun’s penis was long and hard in his hand, the tip a deep red, and glistening in the light. Junsu had the strongest urge to touch it, just to see what it felt like. Whenever his cock grew hard, he did as he was taught and didn’t touch it at all, because that made the feelings and the temptation worse. Swallowing, he reached out, tentatively and touched the head of Yoochun’s penis.
Yoochun moaned, hand faltering and Junsu snatched his hand back.
“S-s-sorry,” he whispered, and tried to move away, but Yoochun snagged his arm.
“God, don’t be sorry,” Yoochun said, and his hand sped up. “You can touch me all you want, Su.”
“Does it hurt?” Junsu asked.
“No.”
“It looks like it hurts.”
Yoochun smiled through his deep breaths. “If I wasn’t doing anything to my cock, then yeah, it would hurt, but right now, with you watching me, it feels so good. It felt really good when you touched me.”
Junsu’s own erection was trapped in his pants, and it hurt, and ached and he wanted to touch himself. “Mine hurts,” he whispered.
“That’s because you’re not touching it. Think of it as … fuck,” Yoochun stopped stroking. “I can’t fucking concentrate when I’m jerking off.” He took a few deep breaths, and said, “Think of it as a soda bottle, Su. You shake it up, and the pressure builds up and what happens when you relieve that pressure?”
Junsu opened his mouth, and then closed it as the images filled his mind.
“The pressure is just going to build and build unless you release it.” Yoochun put his hand back around his cock.
Without taking his eyes away from Yoochun, Junsu nervously put his hand against his crotch, hissing when the cloth rubbed over his erection, but the hiss was good, not one of pain and that feeling he spent most of his life trying to get rid of, filled him up. He rubbed again, a small moan escaping his lips.
Yoochun echoed his moan. “Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll feel a hundred times better if you have your hand on your cock, and not through clothes.”
Junsu bit his lip. He met Yoochun’s eyes, and then looked away at the feral lust in them.
“I-I … can I touch you again?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Fuck yes.”
Junsu reached out and touched the tip of Yoochun’s penis again. It was surprisingly soft as he pushed down. His finger caught on the clear liquid and slid over the head, and into the slit at the top. Junsu blushed at the moan that came out of Yoochun’s mouth, but he didn’t pull his hand away. He rubbed the entire top of Yoochun’s cock with his finger, his own body pulsed, eager, and then there was pressure against his front and he moaned as Yoochun pressed his palm on his crotch.
“Come on, Su,” Yoochun whispered. “It will feel good. I promise.”
Junsu met his eyes briefly and then lay back on the bed. Shaking, he unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his thighs. He stared at his own erection, no less red and hard than Yoochun’s. He’d never really looked before, but kept his eyes shut and his hands away from his body.
“Touch yourself, Su, come on.”
Junsu swallowed again, and looked at Yoochun. Yoochun was looking at Junsu’s body, licking his lips and Junsu blushed, embarrassed, and he tried to cover up, but Yoochun’s hand stopped him.
“Just try it.”
Junsu nodded, and took a deep breath to steady himself. He looked at Yoochun, how he had his hand wrapped loosely around his penis, and tried to copy it, thumb on the underside, fingers curled around the rest.
“Oh,” Junsu said, eyes widening at the foreign feeling of pleasure.
“Stroke, up and down,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu did, and his eyes shut as another moan coursed through him. It felt good, god, it felt so good, as his skin scraped over skin. The pleasure, lust, urge and need that he fought hard to suppress, filled every cubic centimeter of his body. No amount of praying or will power was going to get rid of it now.
The hand not on his penis reached for something, for some type of anchor against the feeling of being tossed in circles. It landed on Yoochun’s leg and he squeezed as each new wave of pleasure blurred his mind and vision.
“Yoo-Yoochun, it’s … I-can’t … Yoochun.”
“Don’t stop, Su. Just … don’t stop.”
Junsu whimpered, mentally demanding how the hell he was supposed to stop because that was the problem, he needed to stop, wanted to, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t. Everything was so full, too much, too hard and too good. So good. The fingers on Yoochun’s leg tightened, a scream was ripped from his throat.
“Yoo-Yoochun!”
A blinding white pleasure clouded everything around him, and his penis jerked in his hand, and something shot from it, each pulse throwing another stab of pleasure through his body, and warm liquid landed on his stomach.
He whimpered as the pleasure faded, and the tightness in his limbs and body released and he couldn’t move, hand still around his penis.
Lips pressed against his, and Junsu moaned, whimpered again as he tried to follow Yoochun’s kiss.
“That was beyond sexy,” Yoochun whispered, and then he pulled away.
As Junsu gasped, trying to get a handle on his emotions and guilt and self-deprecation, he realized that Yoochun was moaning, and he opened his eyes. Yoochun was still stroking himself, fast now, his other hand holding his balls down. Junsu licked his lips, because he knew now what Yoochun was feeling, and god, no wonder he and Changmin were moaning so much the other night. It felt so fucking good.
Junsu forced his body to move and very carefully, he ran his fingertips on that spot below Yoochun’s ribs.
“Fuck!” Yoochun shouted, eyes squeezed shut.
Junsu kissed Yoochun’s neck, and then on his collar bone, gaining confidence as Yoochun’s moans and curses increased.
“Kiss me, Su. Fuck. Kiss me, please.”
Junsu obliged, but after the initial press of lips, Yoochun forced his tongue in Junsu’s mouth, harsh and desperate, moaning and biting. His body shook and he broke away from Junsu’s lips with a loud cry.
Junsu watched, as Yoochun’s hips lifted off the bed. White streams of fluid spurted from his cock and landed wet and heavy on his stomach. Yoochun whimpered through the pumps, slowing his hand down until only a dollop of white pearled from the slit.
Junsu looked at his own body, embarrassed when he saw similar pools of white dripping over his muscles.
“Oh, god, that was hot,” Yoochun said. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the stuff from his fingers, scooping more from his body.
Junsu licked his lips. “What does it taste like?”
Yoochun grinned, and held out his finger. “Taste it and find out.”
Blushing, Junsu licked Yoochun’s finger, and made a face.
“You’ll get used to it,” Yoochun said with a laugh. He smirked at Junsu and then before Junsu knew what was happening, Yoochun’s fingers scraped across his stomach and then he was licking Junsu’s come from them.
Junsu really blushed and turned away from Yoochun’s wanton moan of satisfaction.
God, that was so wrong, it was all so wrong, but it had felt so good.
After a moment of silence, Yoochun whispered, “You alright?”
“Yeah,” Junsu muttered. “Just battling.”
Yoochun spooned up behind him and Junsu blushed at the feel of naked skin on his. Yoochun’s lips pressed against his neck.
“So, since you got to lick and bite my chest and stuff, will you let me do it to you now?”
Junsu swallowed.
“And if you want to, instead of stroking ourselves, we can stroke each other.”
Junsu’s eyes shut at the images and wondered what it would feel like to have Yoochun’s hand on his cock. He knew that he shouldn’t, but if he was already going to hell for what he just did, he might as well do it again.
Part 13: finding pleasure
Part 11: moving on
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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