Bolero ~ Sunday Night/Monday Morning (YooSu)
Title: Bolero ~ Yoosu - Sunday night/Monday morning
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened Sunday night after YooSu dropped Changmin off at home, after they all went out drinking. It can be read as a one shot too, if you just want smut. lol. All you have to know is that they have been friends for a long time, but never dated, and are drunk. Lol. XD;
Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday Night (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday
Wednesday | Wednesday Night (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday
The second the door of the cab closed, Junsu fumbled to undo his seatbelt and moved so that he was straddling Yoochun. He then pressed his lips roughly against the other's blocking any complaint, a lustful soon moan leaving the younger man's lips.
A rough hand lustfully massaged Junsu's open-for-touch groin. Shit, Yoochun was glad Changmin was gone, because it was getting harder and harder for him to suppress the animalistic desire. No complaints at all. He tugged at Su's lower lip and pulled back to release it, breaking the kiss so he could smirk at the other. In his lower voice, he teased, "You couldn't wait 'til we got to your place?"
All Yoochun got as a response was another wanton moan as Junsu ground his hips down hard into the other's lap.
"Fuck..." The older man hotly groaned himself, and sliding his hands back, he grabbed the other's taut rear and rolled his own pelvis up. Jeans grinding together sure as hell made a nice friction. He attacked the other's neck, gnawing at his skin which tasted slightly of salty sweat.
Junsu shoved Yoochun's shirt up so he could rub the other's nipples, which he did, roughly, and leaned his head back, giving the other easier access to his neck, lips parted as he panted sinfully.
And right about now he didn't give a fuck if the cab driver watched each lewd action. He groaned against that now moist skin from his persistent licks and nips. Along the seam of the jeans right at the crack of Junsu's ass, he dragged his fingers to show how much he wanted his intoxicated friend.
"Ah..." Junsu groaned, "I want you to feel you inside of me… fuck me so hard... I want you right now, fuck..." He twisted Yoochun's nipples, rolling the firm nubs between his fingers, then moved his hands down over the other's toned stomach to his belt.
"A-Ahngh..." A broken hot moan stumbled from his lips at the painfully pleasing tweak, and he sucked in his lower stomach at that touch. He rolled his neck back, cursing again, and just barely glanced out the window to realize they were at a stop in front of a familiar building. "Shit, we're here," he announced, and bucked his hips to tell Junsu to take out his wallet for him to pay for the fare.
"Thank god," Junsu moaned, wiggling in the older man's lap, too drunk and delirious with lust to take the hint.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and reached over to open the cab door. He pushed Junsu off of him and out, slapping him on the ass and earning a loud whine as he went. Then he fished out some high enough bills and tossed it to the front seat, whisking out a "Thanks" before hurrying out after the other. Slamming the door shut, his hand shot up to yank at the back of Junsu's neck, crashing their mouths together in a messy but needy manner, the other man turning around just in time to be jerked into the passionate kiss. The screeching of wheels sounded as the cab drove off.
Junsu wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck, panting into the kiss, and all but thrust his tongue down the other's throat, all the while trying to get a leg around the other's waist.
Finally, Yoochun helped Junsu along with the leg wrapping by hoisting him up by grabbing the back of his thighs and lifting. Even though momentarily both of the other's legs were halfway around him, he staggered forward up the couple of steps and towards the building door. But the weight of the other caused them to slam into the main door, smashing their mouths even more prominently together.
Junsu wrapped his legs tightly around Yoochun's waist and kept kissing him, barely noticing when his back slammed into the wall, or the air, so cold that they could see their breath, as they were still outside. "Oh god," he moaned into the other's mouth, more overcome with desire than he had ever been in his entire life.
Yoochun blindly punched in what he thought was the correct code, and thankfully the buzz noise sounded. He wiggled the knob until they both fell in, and then had to pause to reposition Junsu from falling. "Shit, you're heavy," he muttered out against the other's kiss. He stumbled forward to the elevator so that the other's lower back hit the arrow.
"Maybe you're just... weak..." Junsu sucked on the other's bottom lip, back arching against the wall. "Now fuck me already, I don‘t care who sees."
"Oh I'll fuck you," Yoochun retorted, his tongue trailing out to swipe along the other's mouth, "I'll fuck you into next week, screaming my name all the way there." Not a millisecond after the ding of the elevator rang out, did Yoochun hurl them into the elevator. Against the nearest wall within the small space, he ripped at Junsu's shirt, growling until it was finally out of his way.
"Oh, yes," Junsu replied, clearly approving of that plan as he yanked at Yoochun's shirt, wanting access to the other man's chest.
Yoochun aided in the clothing removal process, but whether it was his and Junsu's combined drunken minds working or another reason, he heard that small tear of fabric. Yet his shirt immediately fell off after that. He didn't care, and resumed the assaulting of Junsu, gyrating himself against the other to feel any amount of pleasure. His flushed lips ambushed any part of the other they could.
Junsu pressed his chest against the other's enjoying the feel of bare skin against his own, and once again worked at Yoochun's belt buckle, struggling to free the strip of leather so that he could get to what lay beneath, kissing Yoochun whenever the other's mouth got close enough.
Allowing the length of his tongue now to wetly drag up the other's shoulder, teeth biting hard at the joint between shoulder, Yoochun made a noise of frustration at what the hell was taking the other so long to get his damn belt off. He was impatient, waiting far too long for this. Soon he slapped Junsu's hands away from his buckle, and pressed one of the other's wrists back against the wall. He stared at Junsu before using his index finger and thumb to give the other a returning favor by pinching a nipple into budding form.
He'd never in a million years thought that Yoochun would be so rough, and it was turning him on more than anyone had, ever. "Fuck me, fuck me..." He chanted, thrusting his hips against Yoochun, probably making it harder for the other to undress.
And it did, as the growing lump in his pants begged for more. Yoochun chuckled at how Junsu shamelessly expressed his need for him, and he felt smug. Instead of attempting to rid of his belt, he clenched onto one end of Junsu's and gave it a few jerking pulls until it dangled down to the ground. Releasing the other's wrist, he bent his knees so now his tongue loosely lolled along his stomach, the solid muscle dipping into Su's belly button before slowly winding up. As he did this, both of his hands drifted up the other's sides, nails delving into his skin to leave smaller marks.
Junsu pushed up on the other’s shoulders, wanting him lower, the imagined moistness of Yoochun’s mouth making his erection twitch in anticipation.
As for Junsu's attempts and downward implications, Yoochun simply ignored them for the moment. The tip of his hot tongue swelled against one of Junsu's nipples before he blew cool air across the skin, watching it harden impossibly more. As he now took the perked nub between his teeth, his lower stomach rolled against the other's imprisoned hardness, causing a bit of the zipper to rub at his own exposed skin.
Junsu was just about to hiss out that he was going to be pissed if the other man made him come in his pants (which was definitely becoming a real possibility) when the elevator finally lurched to a stop and the doors opened on the younger man's floor.
Although Yoochun had begun to like the idea of just fucking there in the elevator, he unfolded his form from Junsu's, hastily grabbing their discarded clothing, and yanking on the other's arm. Yet not even a step outside of the smaller space, he once again thrust his mouth onto the other's. The force was so powerful that he felt their teeth collide through their lips, but he ignored the pang. Navigating down the hallway pretty much consisted of a couple steps, slam against the wall to feverishly kiss, before another few steps occurred.
Suddenly, the warmth that was pressed against Junsu vanished, and he felt himself being pulled out of the elevator and down the hallway, sort of, except that Yoochun kept pausing to push him against a wall to kiss. Every time their lips met, it was like fire, and Junsu was moaning so much it was probably a miracle that no one in the building woke up and came out to check on what was going on, not that either of them would have minded. At one point, Junsu actually managed to pin Yoochun to the wall, and pushed carelessly at his pants, trying to get them down, all the while kissing the older man as if his life depended on it..
Unsuccessfully, Yoochun's pants had only stubbornly sank low enough for the sharp line of his hips to show. Pulling away for just a second, he asked in a rough tone of impatience. "Where the fuck are your keys?" He began searching, prying his hands first into the back pockets of the other's tight jeans, giving an extra squeeze to feel the muscle of the Junsu's ass. Then his hands went to the front pockets, his thumbs extending out to deliver a solid stroke to that hard member pushing out against the jean fabric.
The hands touching him everywhere were making it so hard to concentrate, but Junsu finally got his keys out of his pocket, and handed them to Yoochun as he mouthed the other's neck, leaving a good, dark, bruise in his wake.
A noteworthy moan fell from his lungs at the ministrations mercilessly being done to his throat. He had to push Junsu away so he could concentrate long enough to steal his keys, and stumble to the door. It took him a few much too long seconds to fumble and rattle at the knob before the barrier swung open.
Not wanting to be pushed away, Junsu basically tackled Yoochun, pushing in through the open door and knocked him to the floor, landing on top. He leaned down and once again mashed his lips against the other's, already feeling like their mouths had been apart for two long.
Shit… Yoochun felt his slow throbbing lust just melt away his rationale. The throb began to beat faster, and he wanted Junsu so fucking bad. He gripped tightly at the other's waist, holding his weight down so that when Yoochun rocked up, their groins kneaded together. But he needed more, each article of clothing still remaining seeming more and more of a nuisance.
After a few more moments of deep kissing and grinding, Junsu tried to wiggle out of Yoochun's grasp so that he could remove what was left of the horrible clothing that was keeping them apart. "Never... wearing fucking clothes again..." He mumbled, struggling to kick off his pants.
The older one couldn't agree more, his hands switching between helping him shimmy from his own pants to yanking at different parts of Junsu's. Finally he was relieved of everything, even the last layer of Calvin Klein's that were hugging his swollen, wishful length. Now with his erection liberated, he let out a small hiss at how cool the apartment temperature felt, but immediately focused back on Junsu.
The second they were free of clothing, Junsu straddled Yoochun, grinding his ass down onto the other's erection with a satisfied moan. He leaned down, licking at Yoochun's lips as he eyed him lustfully.
The shared swelter of passion between their held gazes sent a salacious shiver down Yoochun, and he heatedly groaned before plunging his firm arousal up along that clenching crevice of Junsu's ass. That skin to skin friction wavered searing pleasure that seemed too good. His mind, plundered of coherent thoughts, fiercely imagined being inside. "Fuck Junsu..."
"Yes, do that," Junsu gasped out, trying to shift so that Yoochun's erection was pressing against his entrance. "Fuck. Fuck me."
An elongated moan of one being slowly gratified tumbled from his reddened and marred lips as the mushroomed tip pushed past that initial ring, and he deeply groaned, suddenly plunging his strained erection up in one rugged thrust. "Shit.. shit..." the way that heat just sucked him in... "Fuck.."
The satisfied moan that was leaving Junsu's lips as he finally felt Yoochun's length sink inside of him turned into a scream as it was thrust in in one hard motion. Even with his level of intoxication dulling the pain, it hurt, but he ignored it, lifting up his hips so that Yoochun slid most of the way out, before sitting back and taking him back in again. "Oh my god..." He groaned as he fucked himself on the other man, not caring that they were in the middle of the floor, or that the door to his apartment was still hanging open.
In order to receive leverage, Yoochun had to bend his legs, heels digging into the carpet. Through empassioned hooded eyes, he keenly watched the way Junsu's mouth gaped into mid-cries, and how his eyebrows scrunched into pleasure. He smirked, intoxicated but observing how the other bobbed up and along the fullness of his pulsing member. Each time Junsu bounced down onto him, the veins of his erection seemed to throb in ecstasy. Soon though he couldn't just lay there and watch. Now he began to lift, and ram himself back, the raunchy sound of skin slapping filling his ears between their moans.
It wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and Junsu couldn't think about anything but wanting more. He rode Yoochun as fast and hard as he could, eyes closed and lips parted as he gasped for air.
Continually driving up, his cum already oozed out to coat his hardness allowing an easier set of penetrating motions. He was forced near the edge of orgasm, and the combined rampant fucking between them became too much. "Fu~~uck!" Yoochun lunged his hips into the air, the head of his member nudging deeply against that special spot of Junsu's.
Junsu threw his head back in bliss, a loud incoherent cry escaping his swollen lips. "There! Fuck, please there! Oh god," He ground his hips down, knowing that any moment it was going to be too much and he was going to come.
His thighs tensed with each upward thrust. He took both his hands, one flattening against the other's lower stomach while his other snugly grasped Junsu's erect member. The thick length in his hand burned to the touch, and he began to jerk him off, loosening and tightening his grip as he pumped furiously. He was still too drunk though to correctly match the pace of his hand with his mindless fucking.
The random stroking of Yoochun's hand mixed with the constant pressure on his prostate was too much to stand, and Junsu clawed at Yoochun's stomach, his muscles clentching around the other's length as he came, practically blacking out from the pleasure that exploded inside of him.
An overwhelming wave of pleasure rocked right to his core, and his lower abdomen constricted as his erection twitched and jetted out his hot essence while deeply sheathed within Junsu. He couldn't whip out a noise, only tightening his jaw as he climaxed hard. Once the immense series of pleasures left, he lowered his hips, his length, which was still slightly hard, leaving that joyful heat. "Ahh.."
Junsu licked his dry lips, trying to catch his breath enough to say something, anything, but all he could manage to push out was a "nnn...." He shifted, leaning forward, and moaned once more when Yoochun slipped out of him.
The walls of Yoochun's throat were becoming sore, first from the alcohol he had drained earlier, and now from his heavy breathing beside the scattered moans. Now, though, the room air seemed to breeze along his slickened length, knocking some clear thoughts back. He sat up, leaning in to press his sensitive lips against Junsu's. After a moment, he pulled back to remark, "The door's open."
"Good..." Junsu replied, not really caring about what the other said, sliding his arms over Yoochun's shoulders as he kissed the other man tenderly, purring softly, body relaxed and sated.
Nerves of electricity still tingled through his skin, and the light kiss sent a small wave of alertness. He was like he just couldn't get enough of Junsu. He tilted his head slightly, moving his lips lazily yet firmly upon the other pair.
As he kissed the other, all Junsu could think about was getting the other man into his bed so that they could do it again, and he rubbed himself up against Yoochun, hoping the other man would notice his already half erect member.
With a smirk spreading along his lips in the kiss, he let out a quiet approving moan, definitely ready for a second round. "How bout..." Kiss. "You run to the room..." Bite. "And I'll join after I get something." Lick. "Okay?" Yoochun had an idea, but he wanted it to be a surprise to Junsu...
Junsu rose to his feet unsteadily, reaching for the wall to catch himself. "If you make me wait long I'll be pissed..." He keked softly before stumbling to his bedroom. When he got there, he slid into bed, moaning softly at the feel of his silky sheets against his over sensitized skin, and began to stroke himself slowly, impatiently waiting for Yoochun.
Yoochun scrambled up, shivering more from the cold than anything. Leaving the apartment door open let too much of the good warm air flow out, so to remedy that, his heavy steps led him over to the door and he quickly closed it. Falling back against it now, he exhaled before pushing himself off, now starting his staggering adventure of getting the chocolate.. whatever that stuff was. In the kitchen, he started with the refrigerator, peering over but shying away as the even colder air decided to pour out and invade his bare skin. "Shit.." he cursed at his goose bumps rising, and then another "Shit," to not seeing the bottle.
Junsu felt himself nod off as he continued playing with himself, and he fought it as best he could, but all the exercise topped with the massive amounts of alcohol he'd consumed were too much for his body, and finally, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
After searching through the different cabinets, and drawers, Yoochun came to the corner cabinet and figured if he didn't find it here, he'd give up. "Yah!" he quickly opened the small wooden door, and triumphantly, tucked behind the peanut butter was the Hershey's label. Grinning, he slid the bottle out and swaggered his way right to the room, humming softly and enthusiastically. "I finally found iiii..it...." his grin was wiped off into a scowl, seeing the slumbering form wrapped in the bed sheets. "Su?" he questioned, closing in on the bed to take a closer look.
A soft snore was all he received as a response from the younger man who was sprawled across the bed.
Extremely disappointed, a scowl still etched on his face, he trudged to the nearest side of the bed, thumping the bottle carelessly on the nightstand. Knowing Junsu after a night of drinking alone, he would never rouse the other awake. He sighed, pulling the sheets smoothly out, pushing the other over too so he could have some space. After sliding underneath the softness of the sheets, he rested his head down, first facing the other.... but after a few seconds, he rolled to the other side.
At the first stroke of sunrise, brightness shifted through the blinds of the room. Yoochun turned in the bed, about to grab for an extra pillow when his hand brushed soft.... naked... skin. Snapping his eyes open and sitting up, he stared at the unclothed figure of his closest friend, Junsu, sheets barely covering up the essential parts. Confusion washed through him momentarily, before realization finally struck him. Last night. He and Junsu. Shit!
He took another glance at Junsu, seeing how the other was soundly sleeping away into dreams. He couldn't stay here, no. What if the other woke up? They were drunk. It was just drunken sex. So now way would Junsu want... anything more... he'd be weirded out if anything. Since after all these years of knowing each other, and only sharing random kisses here and there, but nothing more.
Slinking out of the bed as he rubbed his neck, sore from the previous night‘s activities, Yoochun searched around for his clothes but remembered they were in the living room. He hurried out, tugging on whatever items were still in tact. His shirt was ripped, but it was better than nothing. After finding his other shoe as well, he headed for the front door, knowing possibly any second Junsu might wake up.
But... but... leaving like this... was it wrong? Hesitating, Yoochun scanned around, hoping to spot a pen and pad or something, however he couldn't find one. Oh, but he spotted a glint of silver. His watch? He didn't even remember taking that off, yet out of urgency, he picked the item up and rushed back to the room. Junsu thankfully still slept, and Yoochun bit his lower lip (which he noted was quite bruised) and set the watch he was holding randomly in the bed. He wasn't sure why... Well… in the worst case scenario, Junsu might never want to speak to him again. But Yoochun would need his watch back... so they would in some way have to see one another. Nodding at this resolution, Yoochun finally backed away out of the room, taking one last glance at the remnants of the previous, glorifying night. Then, he left for good.
When Junsu awoke, his whole body hurt. He sat up carefully, head cradled in his hands, and licked at a bit of dried blood on his lip, slowly opening his eyes, just to close them again, head aching from the bright sunlight coming into the room.
With that much sun, it had to be late, so he worked at opening his eyes, more carefully this time. The way he ached, inside and out, he knew what had happened- last night, he’d gotten drunk, and slept with someone. …It hurt to think. He looked over at the nightstand to see what time it was and caught sight of something gleaming, nestled between his two pillows.
He jerked forward, grabbing for it, and winced at the pain shooting through his body. Looking at the watch that he’d given Yoochun several years back for his friend’s birthday, the memories of last night flooded back to him. He slid out of bed and walked through the apartment, before returning back to his room and sinking back into his large, empty, lonely bed. Why had Yoochun left before he’d even woken up?
He shivered, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders, and sighed, wishing that he hadn’t remembered at all. If Yoochun had run like that, it had to mean that he was disgusted by what had happened. And that was a difficult thought to bear.
Cowritten with: sypherus_xiii
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut~
Genre: AU
Pairings: YooSu
Notes: This is what happened Sunday night after YooSu dropped Changmin off at home, after they all went out drinking. It can be read as a one shot too, if you just want smut. lol. All you have to know is that they have been friends for a long time, but never dated, and are drunk. Lol. XD;
Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Sunday Night (YooSu) | Monday | Tuesday
Wednesday | Wednesday Night (HoMin) | Thursday | Thursday (YooSu) | Friday
The second the door of the cab closed, Junsu fumbled to undo his seatbelt and moved so that he was straddling Yoochun. He then pressed his lips roughly against the other's blocking any complaint, a lustful soon moan leaving the younger man's lips.
A rough hand lustfully massaged Junsu's open-for-touch groin. Shit, Yoochun was glad Changmin was gone, because it was getting harder and harder for him to suppress the animalistic desire. No complaints at all. He tugged at Su's lower lip and pulled back to release it, breaking the kiss so he could smirk at the other. In his lower voice, he teased, "You couldn't wait 'til we got to your place?"
All Yoochun got as a response was another wanton moan as Junsu ground his hips down hard into the other's lap.
"Fuck..." The older man hotly groaned himself, and sliding his hands back, he grabbed the other's taut rear and rolled his own pelvis up. Jeans grinding together sure as hell made a nice friction. He attacked the other's neck, gnawing at his skin which tasted slightly of salty sweat.
Junsu shoved Yoochun's shirt up so he could rub the other's nipples, which he did, roughly, and leaned his head back, giving the other easier access to his neck, lips parted as he panted sinfully.
And right about now he didn't give a fuck if the cab driver watched each lewd action. He groaned against that now moist skin from his persistent licks and nips. Along the seam of the jeans right at the crack of Junsu's ass, he dragged his fingers to show how much he wanted his intoxicated friend.
"Ah..." Junsu groaned, "I want you to feel you inside of me… fuck me so hard... I want you right now, fuck..." He twisted Yoochun's nipples, rolling the firm nubs between his fingers, then moved his hands down over the other's toned stomach to his belt.
"A-Ahngh..." A broken hot moan stumbled from his lips at the painfully pleasing tweak, and he sucked in his lower stomach at that touch. He rolled his neck back, cursing again, and just barely glanced out the window to realize they were at a stop in front of a familiar building. "Shit, we're here," he announced, and bucked his hips to tell Junsu to take out his wallet for him to pay for the fare.
"Thank god," Junsu moaned, wiggling in the older man's lap, too drunk and delirious with lust to take the hint.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and reached over to open the cab door. He pushed Junsu off of him and out, slapping him on the ass and earning a loud whine as he went. Then he fished out some high enough bills and tossed it to the front seat, whisking out a "Thanks" before hurrying out after the other. Slamming the door shut, his hand shot up to yank at the back of Junsu's neck, crashing their mouths together in a messy but needy manner, the other man turning around just in time to be jerked into the passionate kiss. The screeching of wheels sounded as the cab drove off.
Junsu wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck, panting into the kiss, and all but thrust his tongue down the other's throat, all the while trying to get a leg around the other's waist.
Finally, Yoochun helped Junsu along with the leg wrapping by hoisting him up by grabbing the back of his thighs and lifting. Even though momentarily both of the other's legs were halfway around him, he staggered forward up the couple of steps and towards the building door. But the weight of the other caused them to slam into the main door, smashing their mouths even more prominently together.
Junsu wrapped his legs tightly around Yoochun's waist and kept kissing him, barely noticing when his back slammed into the wall, or the air, so cold that they could see their breath, as they were still outside. "Oh god," he moaned into the other's mouth, more overcome with desire than he had ever been in his entire life.
Yoochun blindly punched in what he thought was the correct code, and thankfully the buzz noise sounded. He wiggled the knob until they both fell in, and then had to pause to reposition Junsu from falling. "Shit, you're heavy," he muttered out against the other's kiss. He stumbled forward to the elevator so that the other's lower back hit the arrow.
"Maybe you're just... weak..." Junsu sucked on the other's bottom lip, back arching against the wall. "Now fuck me already, I don‘t care who sees."
"Oh I'll fuck you," Yoochun retorted, his tongue trailing out to swipe along the other's mouth, "I'll fuck you into next week, screaming my name all the way there." Not a millisecond after the ding of the elevator rang out, did Yoochun hurl them into the elevator. Against the nearest wall within the small space, he ripped at Junsu's shirt, growling until it was finally out of his way.
"Oh, yes," Junsu replied, clearly approving of that plan as he yanked at Yoochun's shirt, wanting access to the other man's chest.
Yoochun aided in the clothing removal process, but whether it was his and Junsu's combined drunken minds working or another reason, he heard that small tear of fabric. Yet his shirt immediately fell off after that. He didn't care, and resumed the assaulting of Junsu, gyrating himself against the other to feel any amount of pleasure. His flushed lips ambushed any part of the other they could.
Junsu pressed his chest against the other's enjoying the feel of bare skin against his own, and once again worked at Yoochun's belt buckle, struggling to free the strip of leather so that he could get to what lay beneath, kissing Yoochun whenever the other's mouth got close enough.
Allowing the length of his tongue now to wetly drag up the other's shoulder, teeth biting hard at the joint between shoulder, Yoochun made a noise of frustration at what the hell was taking the other so long to get his damn belt off. He was impatient, waiting far too long for this. Soon he slapped Junsu's hands away from his buckle, and pressed one of the other's wrists back against the wall. He stared at Junsu before using his index finger and thumb to give the other a returning favor by pinching a nipple into budding form.
He'd never in a million years thought that Yoochun would be so rough, and it was turning him on more than anyone had, ever. "Fuck me, fuck me..." He chanted, thrusting his hips against Yoochun, probably making it harder for the other to undress.
And it did, as the growing lump in his pants begged for more. Yoochun chuckled at how Junsu shamelessly expressed his need for him, and he felt smug. Instead of attempting to rid of his belt, he clenched onto one end of Junsu's and gave it a few jerking pulls until it dangled down to the ground. Releasing the other's wrist, he bent his knees so now his tongue loosely lolled along his stomach, the solid muscle dipping into Su's belly button before slowly winding up. As he did this, both of his hands drifted up the other's sides, nails delving into his skin to leave smaller marks.
Junsu pushed up on the other’s shoulders, wanting him lower, the imagined moistness of Yoochun’s mouth making his erection twitch in anticipation.
As for Junsu's attempts and downward implications, Yoochun simply ignored them for the moment. The tip of his hot tongue swelled against one of Junsu's nipples before he blew cool air across the skin, watching it harden impossibly more. As he now took the perked nub between his teeth, his lower stomach rolled against the other's imprisoned hardness, causing a bit of the zipper to rub at his own exposed skin.
Junsu was just about to hiss out that he was going to be pissed if the other man made him come in his pants (which was definitely becoming a real possibility) when the elevator finally lurched to a stop and the doors opened on the younger man's floor.
Although Yoochun had begun to like the idea of just fucking there in the elevator, he unfolded his form from Junsu's, hastily grabbing their discarded clothing, and yanking on the other's arm. Yet not even a step outside of the smaller space, he once again thrust his mouth onto the other's. The force was so powerful that he felt their teeth collide through their lips, but he ignored the pang. Navigating down the hallway pretty much consisted of a couple steps, slam against the wall to feverishly kiss, before another few steps occurred.
Suddenly, the warmth that was pressed against Junsu vanished, and he felt himself being pulled out of the elevator and down the hallway, sort of, except that Yoochun kept pausing to push him against a wall to kiss. Every time their lips met, it was like fire, and Junsu was moaning so much it was probably a miracle that no one in the building woke up and came out to check on what was going on, not that either of them would have minded. At one point, Junsu actually managed to pin Yoochun to the wall, and pushed carelessly at his pants, trying to get them down, all the while kissing the older man as if his life depended on it..
Unsuccessfully, Yoochun's pants had only stubbornly sank low enough for the sharp line of his hips to show. Pulling away for just a second, he asked in a rough tone of impatience. "Where the fuck are your keys?" He began searching, prying his hands first into the back pockets of the other's tight jeans, giving an extra squeeze to feel the muscle of the Junsu's ass. Then his hands went to the front pockets, his thumbs extending out to deliver a solid stroke to that hard member pushing out against the jean fabric.
The hands touching him everywhere were making it so hard to concentrate, but Junsu finally got his keys out of his pocket, and handed them to Yoochun as he mouthed the other's neck, leaving a good, dark, bruise in his wake.
A noteworthy moan fell from his lungs at the ministrations mercilessly being done to his throat. He had to push Junsu away so he could concentrate long enough to steal his keys, and stumble to the door. It took him a few much too long seconds to fumble and rattle at the knob before the barrier swung open.
Not wanting to be pushed away, Junsu basically tackled Yoochun, pushing in through the open door and knocked him to the floor, landing on top. He leaned down and once again mashed his lips against the other's, already feeling like their mouths had been apart for two long.
Shit… Yoochun felt his slow throbbing lust just melt away his rationale. The throb began to beat faster, and he wanted Junsu so fucking bad. He gripped tightly at the other's waist, holding his weight down so that when Yoochun rocked up, their groins kneaded together. But he needed more, each article of clothing still remaining seeming more and more of a nuisance.
After a few more moments of deep kissing and grinding, Junsu tried to wiggle out of Yoochun's grasp so that he could remove what was left of the horrible clothing that was keeping them apart. "Never... wearing fucking clothes again..." He mumbled, struggling to kick off his pants.
The older one couldn't agree more, his hands switching between helping him shimmy from his own pants to yanking at different parts of Junsu's. Finally he was relieved of everything, even the last layer of Calvin Klein's that were hugging his swollen, wishful length. Now with his erection liberated, he let out a small hiss at how cool the apartment temperature felt, but immediately focused back on Junsu.
The second they were free of clothing, Junsu straddled Yoochun, grinding his ass down onto the other's erection with a satisfied moan. He leaned down, licking at Yoochun's lips as he eyed him lustfully.
The shared swelter of passion between their held gazes sent a salacious shiver down Yoochun, and he heatedly groaned before plunging his firm arousal up along that clenching crevice of Junsu's ass. That skin to skin friction wavered searing pleasure that seemed too good. His mind, plundered of coherent thoughts, fiercely imagined being inside. "Fuck Junsu..."
"Yes, do that," Junsu gasped out, trying to shift so that Yoochun's erection was pressing against his entrance. "Fuck. Fuck me."
An elongated moan of one being slowly gratified tumbled from his reddened and marred lips as the mushroomed tip pushed past that initial ring, and he deeply groaned, suddenly plunging his strained erection up in one rugged thrust. "Shit.. shit..." the way that heat just sucked him in... "Fuck.."
The satisfied moan that was leaving Junsu's lips as he finally felt Yoochun's length sink inside of him turned into a scream as it was thrust in in one hard motion. Even with his level of intoxication dulling the pain, it hurt, but he ignored it, lifting up his hips so that Yoochun slid most of the way out, before sitting back and taking him back in again. "Oh my god..." He groaned as he fucked himself on the other man, not caring that they were in the middle of the floor, or that the door to his apartment was still hanging open.
In order to receive leverage, Yoochun had to bend his legs, heels digging into the carpet. Through empassioned hooded eyes, he keenly watched the way Junsu's mouth gaped into mid-cries, and how his eyebrows scrunched into pleasure. He smirked, intoxicated but observing how the other bobbed up and along the fullness of his pulsing member. Each time Junsu bounced down onto him, the veins of his erection seemed to throb in ecstasy. Soon though he couldn't just lay there and watch. Now he began to lift, and ram himself back, the raunchy sound of skin slapping filling his ears between their moans.
It wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and Junsu couldn't think about anything but wanting more. He rode Yoochun as fast and hard as he could, eyes closed and lips parted as he gasped for air.
Continually driving up, his cum already oozed out to coat his hardness allowing an easier set of penetrating motions. He was forced near the edge of orgasm, and the combined rampant fucking between them became too much. "Fu~~uck!" Yoochun lunged his hips into the air, the head of his member nudging deeply against that special spot of Junsu's.
Junsu threw his head back in bliss, a loud incoherent cry escaping his swollen lips. "There! Fuck, please there! Oh god," He ground his hips down, knowing that any moment it was going to be too much and he was going to come.
His thighs tensed with each upward thrust. He took both his hands, one flattening against the other's lower stomach while his other snugly grasped Junsu's erect member. The thick length in his hand burned to the touch, and he began to jerk him off, loosening and tightening his grip as he pumped furiously. He was still too drunk though to correctly match the pace of his hand with his mindless fucking.
The random stroking of Yoochun's hand mixed with the constant pressure on his prostate was too much to stand, and Junsu clawed at Yoochun's stomach, his muscles clentching around the other's length as he came, practically blacking out from the pleasure that exploded inside of him.
An overwhelming wave of pleasure rocked right to his core, and his lower abdomen constricted as his erection twitched and jetted out his hot essence while deeply sheathed within Junsu. He couldn't whip out a noise, only tightening his jaw as he climaxed hard. Once the immense series of pleasures left, he lowered his hips, his length, which was still slightly hard, leaving that joyful heat. "Ahh.."
Junsu licked his dry lips, trying to catch his breath enough to say something, anything, but all he could manage to push out was a "nnn...." He shifted, leaning forward, and moaned once more when Yoochun slipped out of him.
The walls of Yoochun's throat were becoming sore, first from the alcohol he had drained earlier, and now from his heavy breathing beside the scattered moans. Now, though, the room air seemed to breeze along his slickened length, knocking some clear thoughts back. He sat up, leaning in to press his sensitive lips against Junsu's. After a moment, he pulled back to remark, "The door's open."
"Good..." Junsu replied, not really caring about what the other said, sliding his arms over Yoochun's shoulders as he kissed the other man tenderly, purring softly, body relaxed and sated.
Nerves of electricity still tingled through his skin, and the light kiss sent a small wave of alertness. He was like he just couldn't get enough of Junsu. He tilted his head slightly, moving his lips lazily yet firmly upon the other pair.
As he kissed the other, all Junsu could think about was getting the other man into his bed so that they could do it again, and he rubbed himself up against Yoochun, hoping the other man would notice his already half erect member.
With a smirk spreading along his lips in the kiss, he let out a quiet approving moan, definitely ready for a second round. "How bout..." Kiss. "You run to the room..." Bite. "And I'll join after I get something." Lick. "Okay?" Yoochun had an idea, but he wanted it to be a surprise to Junsu...
Junsu rose to his feet unsteadily, reaching for the wall to catch himself. "If you make me wait long I'll be pissed..." He keked softly before stumbling to his bedroom. When he got there, he slid into bed, moaning softly at the feel of his silky sheets against his over sensitized skin, and began to stroke himself slowly, impatiently waiting for Yoochun.
Yoochun scrambled up, shivering more from the cold than anything. Leaving the apartment door open let too much of the good warm air flow out, so to remedy that, his heavy steps led him over to the door and he quickly closed it. Falling back against it now, he exhaled before pushing himself off, now starting his staggering adventure of getting the chocolate.. whatever that stuff was. In the kitchen, he started with the refrigerator, peering over but shying away as the even colder air decided to pour out and invade his bare skin. "Shit.." he cursed at his goose bumps rising, and then another "Shit," to not seeing the bottle.
Junsu felt himself nod off as he continued playing with himself, and he fought it as best he could, but all the exercise topped with the massive amounts of alcohol he'd consumed were too much for his body, and finally, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
After searching through the different cabinets, and drawers, Yoochun came to the corner cabinet and figured if he didn't find it here, he'd give up. "Yah!" he quickly opened the small wooden door, and triumphantly, tucked behind the peanut butter was the Hershey's label. Grinning, he slid the bottle out and swaggered his way right to the room, humming softly and enthusiastically. "I finally found iiii..it...." his grin was wiped off into a scowl, seeing the slumbering form wrapped in the bed sheets. "Su?" he questioned, closing in on the bed to take a closer look.
A soft snore was all he received as a response from the younger man who was sprawled across the bed.
Extremely disappointed, a scowl still etched on his face, he trudged to the nearest side of the bed, thumping the bottle carelessly on the nightstand. Knowing Junsu after a night of drinking alone, he would never rouse the other awake. He sighed, pulling the sheets smoothly out, pushing the other over too so he could have some space. After sliding underneath the softness of the sheets, he rested his head down, first facing the other.... but after a few seconds, he rolled to the other side.
At the first stroke of sunrise, brightness shifted through the blinds of the room. Yoochun turned in the bed, about to grab for an extra pillow when his hand brushed soft.... naked... skin. Snapping his eyes open and sitting up, he stared at the unclothed figure of his closest friend, Junsu, sheets barely covering up the essential parts. Confusion washed through him momentarily, before realization finally struck him. Last night. He and Junsu. Shit!
He took another glance at Junsu, seeing how the other was soundly sleeping away into dreams. He couldn't stay here, no. What if the other woke up? They were drunk. It was just drunken sex. So now way would Junsu want... anything more... he'd be weirded out if anything. Since after all these years of knowing each other, and only sharing random kisses here and there, but nothing more.
Slinking out of the bed as he rubbed his neck, sore from the previous night‘s activities, Yoochun searched around for his clothes but remembered they were in the living room. He hurried out, tugging on whatever items were still in tact. His shirt was ripped, but it was better than nothing. After finding his other shoe as well, he headed for the front door, knowing possibly any second Junsu might wake up.
But... but... leaving like this... was it wrong? Hesitating, Yoochun scanned around, hoping to spot a pen and pad or something, however he couldn't find one. Oh, but he spotted a glint of silver. His watch? He didn't even remember taking that off, yet out of urgency, he picked the item up and rushed back to the room. Junsu thankfully still slept, and Yoochun bit his lower lip (which he noted was quite bruised) and set the watch he was holding randomly in the bed. He wasn't sure why... Well… in the worst case scenario, Junsu might never want to speak to him again. But Yoochun would need his watch back... so they would in some way have to see one another. Nodding at this resolution, Yoochun finally backed away out of the room, taking one last glance at the remnants of the previous, glorifying night. Then, he left for good.
When Junsu awoke, his whole body hurt. He sat up carefully, head cradled in his hands, and licked at a bit of dried blood on his lip, slowly opening his eyes, just to close them again, head aching from the bright sunlight coming into the room.
With that much sun, it had to be late, so he worked at opening his eyes, more carefully this time. The way he ached, inside and out, he knew what had happened- last night, he’d gotten drunk, and slept with someone. …It hurt to think. He looked over at the nightstand to see what time it was and caught sight of something gleaming, nestled between his two pillows.
He jerked forward, grabbing for it, and winced at the pain shooting through his body. Looking at the watch that he’d given Yoochun several years back for his friend’s birthday, the memories of last night flooded back to him. He slid out of bed and walked through the apartment, before returning back to his room and sinking back into his large, empty, lonely bed. Why had Yoochun left before he’d even woken up?
He shivered, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders, and sighed, wishing that he hadn’t remembered at all. If Yoochun had run like that, it had to mean that he was disgusted by what had happened. And that was a difficult thought to bear.