Through the crown of the sakura tree - 11
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG (overall), NC-17 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Debussy's Estampes - Jardins sous la pluie (Gardens in the rain)
Changmin had listened to klezmer before, when he traveled to Munich, but he had never really danced to it. It was unlike what he was used to so he suddenly felt so awkward, standing on the floor among a group of twirling people.
Junsu tried to hide his smile. “Here you don’t have to look sexy. Just move. Come on, like this.”
They started dancing, but unlike anything Changmin had ever known. It was hard to catch the beat of the music at first and so the dance was messy, but soon after Changmin didn’t even care anymore and it became great fun. Junsu seemed so cheerful and the it was contagious. They danced, jumped around, laughed whenever each of them, or someone on the floor made some weird moves.
It got hot quickly so they came back to the counter for some gin on the rocks in between the dances. Yunho and Jaejoong were nowhere in sight, and a young bartender called Ryeowook was serving instead.
Changmin and Junsu went back to the floor, feeling the alcohol burning inside their body. When the drums started beating particularly fast and strong, Junsu locked their hands together and leaned back. Changmin did the same and soon they were leaning back in opposite directions, started spinning around - slowly at first and then fast like crazy.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” They both screamed. Changmin realized the reason for that bizarrely familiar feeling the place was giving him: The setting they were in was somehow similar to the set of the third-class quarter in the movie Titanic. There was a similar kind of music and atmosphere around, and now they were doing the spinning just like Jack and Rose did.
When they finally stopped, it was the world around them that was twirling around. Changmin had to hold onto Junsu’s shoulder to not fall down. He was laughing so hard. Junsu was also laughing so hard.
At one point, their gaze met.
Junsu’s cheeks were pink and his lips red. His hair was disheveled after all the dancing, and his eyes had that intoxicated look. The heat they were both feeling told Changmin that they were standing dangerously close to each other, but neither could move away.
Changmin traced his fingers along Junsu’s jawline, and tentatively touched Junsu’s smooth nape. The nape, which he had looked at admiringly in the morning, and had got so angry when he saw Siwon touch it. He shouldn’t have touched it himself, because the silkiness feel of the skin there immediately sent something akin to electricity to his lower part.
Junsu felt Changmin’s hard-on poked at his stomach. He bit his lips and felt his cheeks heaten up, something strange because he had not blushed for years.
The small gesture made Changmin gulped down his saliva. He tried to control his breathing but to no avail - even Junsu noticed it. Junsu could feel Changmin’s erratic breathing on his skin.
They felt so hot.
Changmin felt the terrible need to do something with Junsu. He didn't know what exactly, but just on impulse he had caught Junsu’s hand. He then realized he had no idea where he should take Junsu to either. He was not familiar with the place and his or Junsu’s apartment was both too far from here, when he couldn’t hold in for much longer.
But then, "apartment"? What did he want to do that he needed a whole apartment? And what exactly was he holding in?
He looked at Junsu puzzledly for half a second. This time, it was Junsu who caught Changmin’s hand. As he was pulled to a destination he had no idea of, Changmin vaguely registered the world still twirling around him. People were still drinking, dancing, talking. A woman laughed out loud. A man raised a pitch of beer and toasted with a group of red-faced men.
He looked down at his and Junsu’s intertwined fingers.
They travelled acrossed the room, passed a door, went into a quiet corridor where all sounds suddenly became silent. They entered the toilet and got inside a cubicle. The small space inside made Changmin felt even hotter.
They started making out even before the ‘clic’ sound of the lock was heard. What they were involved in couldn’t even pass as a first kiss: It was wild, it was savage, and filled with tongue. They kissed open-mouthedly, saliva and teeth. Their tongues were intertwined and they breathed in each other’s breathing out.
Junsu fisted Changmin’s black hair and Changmin’s hand was under Junsu’s shirt, feeling the heavenly smoothness of the skin there. They quickly got rid of the shirts and Changmin panted as Junsu went down on him, hand unbuckling the belt in the process. Junsu released the not-so-little little Minnie and held it in his hand. He looked at how hard it was and then engulfed in the whole thing.
As he felt his little Minnie wrapped inside Junsu’s wet, hot mouth, Changmin’s breath hitched. “Fuck!” He groaned. Junsu looked up at Changmin with dreamy, mocha-colored orbs. Junsu used his hands to play with Changmin’s balls, while his tongue twisted around the tip of the other guy’s shaft. Soon, he tasted pre-cum in his mouth.
Changmin couldn’t resist the sensation. He held in his hand Junsu’s silky brown hair, guiding the other on his cock. “Shit,” he cursed. Changmin very rarely cursed, but the feeling was overwhelming even for him.
Ten minutes later, he released inside Junsu’s mouth.
Changmin panted hard after the orgasm. As he opened his eyes, he saw on the swollen redness of Junsu’s lips, there was that opaque, dense, milky white man substance. Junsu was licking the semen smear on his fingers, and the sight made Changmin felt like he was suddenly deprived of ogygen.
Junsu emerged from Changmin’s down part. As he rose up, Changmin could see the rosy pink buds on Junsu’s creamy torso. Junsu wriggled his body in such a sinful way that it got Changmin go hard again almost instantly.
Changmin pulled Junsu’s pants down violently. He eyed Junsu’s little one, cutely red and looking delicious. He felt his mouth salivating, but he had never given head to any man before - he was straight damn it! The thought reminded him again of how wrong this whole thing was, so he decided it was best not to confront it at the moment. He spun Junsu around.
That ass, he had noticed since the party - he gave it a good sqeeze. “Ahhhh,” Junsu squealed.
Changmin gave Junsu two fingers. “Lick them,” he ordered.
How weird, Changmin thought. He had been straight his whole life, and yet he just knew how to do it with another man as if it was so natural.
His thought was interupted again as Junsu caught his hand with those long, slender, pianist’s fingers, and started licking them. Changmin felt his groin growing harder - if that was still possible.
He inserted one finger, and then two, inside the pinky, puckered hole. “Uhhh,” Junsu groaned softly. Changmin prepared him, feeling the hotness of Junsu’s all around his fingers.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and held his shaft in his hand to start penetrating Junsu. “Fuck, so tight.” Changmin cursed. The heat inside Junsu’s hole was unbearingly pleasurable. Changmin went slowly at first. “Ahh…uhnnn…hah… hah…” Junsu panted. Too much like a girl, Changmin thought. Changmin himself moaned and groaned, but his voice was low and manly, sending shivers up Junsu’s spine.
Junsu’s inner side was so tight like it was trying to squeeze something out of Changmin. Changmin started to go faster. The feeling got heightened up, and soon both of them got out of control. Junsu moaned, mewled at each of Changmin’s powerful thrusts. He screamed “Changmin” at times that Changmin pulled out almost completely but then pumped back in to the hilt. The sound of Junsu calling his name in that writhing, trembling voice got Changmin insane. Pleasure kept building up and finally Changmin came hard. He could feel spurts of semen shot out of his shaft, into the hot, wet place inside Junsu. At the same time, Junsu was touching himself and came soon after.
When Changmin pulled out, he saw thick, white cum smeared out of Junsu’s pink hole, creating such an erotic sight. His fingers, having held on to Junsu’s skin tightly, left red marks on the porcelain white skin around the hip area.
They both collapsed onto the clothes discarded earlier on the floor. Junsu seemed so exhausted that he passed out almost instantly. His cheeks were pink and his lips were red, and tears from immense pleasure were drying on his face. Changmin looked at Junsu the whole time, his mind totally blank.
After about half an hour, they got up and dressed. Changmin walked out first without a word. A while later, Junsu also limped his way outside.
End 11
A/N: Phewwww done with the M-rated scene at last! Hope it doesn't dissappoint :D.
Please leave comments. Now, I'll have to go back to Rousseau and his freaking Social Contract, lol.
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG (overall), NC-17 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Debussy's Estampes - Jardins sous la pluie (Gardens in the rain)
Changmin had listened to klezmer before, when he traveled to Munich, but he had never really danced to it. It was unlike what he was used to so he suddenly felt so awkward, standing on the floor among a group of twirling people.
Junsu tried to hide his smile. “Here you don’t have to look sexy. Just move. Come on, like this.”
They started dancing, but unlike anything Changmin had ever known. It was hard to catch the beat of the music at first and so the dance was messy, but soon after Changmin didn’t even care anymore and it became great fun. Junsu seemed so cheerful and the it was contagious. They danced, jumped around, laughed whenever each of them, or someone on the floor made some weird moves.
It got hot quickly so they came back to the counter for some gin on the rocks in between the dances. Yunho and Jaejoong were nowhere in sight, and a young bartender called Ryeowook was serving instead.
Changmin and Junsu went back to the floor, feeling the alcohol burning inside their body. When the drums started beating particularly fast and strong, Junsu locked their hands together and leaned back. Changmin did the same and soon they were leaning back in opposite directions, started spinning around - slowly at first and then fast like crazy.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” They both screamed. Changmin realized the reason for that bizarrely familiar feeling the place was giving him: The setting they were in was somehow similar to the set of the third-class quarter in the movie Titanic. There was a similar kind of music and atmosphere around, and now they were doing the spinning just like Jack and Rose did.
When they finally stopped, it was the world around them that was twirling around. Changmin had to hold onto Junsu’s shoulder to not fall down. He was laughing so hard. Junsu was also laughing so hard.
At one point, their gaze met.
Junsu’s cheeks were pink and his lips red. His hair was disheveled after all the dancing, and his eyes had that intoxicated look. The heat they were both feeling told Changmin that they were standing dangerously close to each other, but neither could move away.
Changmin traced his fingers along Junsu’s jawline, and tentatively touched Junsu’s smooth nape. The nape, which he had looked at admiringly in the morning, and had got so angry when he saw Siwon touch it. He shouldn’t have touched it himself, because the silkiness feel of the skin there immediately sent something akin to electricity to his lower part.
Junsu felt Changmin’s hard-on poked at his stomach. He bit his lips and felt his cheeks heaten up, something strange because he had not blushed for years.
The small gesture made Changmin gulped down his saliva. He tried to control his breathing but to no avail - even Junsu noticed it. Junsu could feel Changmin’s erratic breathing on his skin.
They felt so hot.
Changmin felt the terrible need to do something with Junsu. He didn't know what exactly, but just on impulse he had caught Junsu’s hand. He then realized he had no idea where he should take Junsu to either. He was not familiar with the place and his or Junsu’s apartment was both too far from here, when he couldn’t hold in for much longer.
But then, "apartment"? What did he want to do that he needed a whole apartment? And what exactly was he holding in?
He looked at Junsu puzzledly for half a second. This time, it was Junsu who caught Changmin’s hand. As he was pulled to a destination he had no idea of, Changmin vaguely registered the world still twirling around him. People were still drinking, dancing, talking. A woman laughed out loud. A man raised a pitch of beer and toasted with a group of red-faced men.
He looked down at his and Junsu’s intertwined fingers.
They travelled acrossed the room, passed a door, went into a quiet corridor where all sounds suddenly became silent. They entered the toilet and got inside a cubicle. The small space inside made Changmin felt even hotter.
They started making out even before the ‘clic’ sound of the lock was heard. What they were involved in couldn’t even pass as a first kiss: It was wild, it was savage, and filled with tongue. They kissed open-mouthedly, saliva and teeth. Their tongues were intertwined and they breathed in each other’s breathing out.
Junsu fisted Changmin’s black hair and Changmin’s hand was under Junsu’s shirt, feeling the heavenly smoothness of the skin there. They quickly got rid of the shirts and Changmin panted as Junsu went down on him, hand unbuckling the belt in the process. Junsu released the not-so-little little Minnie and held it in his hand. He looked at how hard it was and then engulfed in the whole thing.
As he felt his little Minnie wrapped inside Junsu’s wet, hot mouth, Changmin’s breath hitched. “Fuck!” He groaned. Junsu looked up at Changmin with dreamy, mocha-colored orbs. Junsu used his hands to play with Changmin’s balls, while his tongue twisted around the tip of the other guy’s shaft. Soon, he tasted pre-cum in his mouth.
Changmin couldn’t resist the sensation. He held in his hand Junsu’s silky brown hair, guiding the other on his cock. “Shit,” he cursed. Changmin very rarely cursed, but the feeling was overwhelming even for him.
Ten minutes later, he released inside Junsu’s mouth.
Changmin panted hard after the orgasm. As he opened his eyes, he saw on the swollen redness of Junsu’s lips, there was that opaque, dense, milky white man substance. Junsu was licking the semen smear on his fingers, and the sight made Changmin felt like he was suddenly deprived of ogygen.
Junsu emerged from Changmin’s down part. As he rose up, Changmin could see the rosy pink buds on Junsu’s creamy torso. Junsu wriggled his body in such a sinful way that it got Changmin go hard again almost instantly.
Changmin pulled Junsu’s pants down violently. He eyed Junsu’s little one, cutely red and looking delicious. He felt his mouth salivating, but he had never given head to any man before - he was straight damn it! The thought reminded him again of how wrong this whole thing was, so he decided it was best not to confront it at the moment. He spun Junsu around.
That ass, he had noticed since the party - he gave it a good sqeeze. “Ahhhh,” Junsu squealed.
Changmin gave Junsu two fingers. “Lick them,” he ordered.
How weird, Changmin thought. He had been straight his whole life, and yet he just knew how to do it with another man as if it was so natural.
His thought was interupted again as Junsu caught his hand with those long, slender, pianist’s fingers, and started licking them. Changmin felt his groin growing harder - if that was still possible.
He inserted one finger, and then two, inside the pinky, puckered hole. “Uhhh,” Junsu groaned softly. Changmin prepared him, feeling the hotness of Junsu’s all around his fingers.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and held his shaft in his hand to start penetrating Junsu. “Fuck, so tight.” Changmin cursed. The heat inside Junsu’s hole was unbearingly pleasurable. Changmin went slowly at first. “Ahh…uhnnn…hah… hah…” Junsu panted. Too much like a girl, Changmin thought. Changmin himself moaned and groaned, but his voice was low and manly, sending shivers up Junsu’s spine.
Junsu’s inner side was so tight like it was trying to squeeze something out of Changmin. Changmin started to go faster. The feeling got heightened up, and soon both of them got out of control. Junsu moaned, mewled at each of Changmin’s powerful thrusts. He screamed “Changmin” at times that Changmin pulled out almost completely but then pumped back in to the hilt. The sound of Junsu calling his name in that writhing, trembling voice got Changmin insane. Pleasure kept building up and finally Changmin came hard. He could feel spurts of semen shot out of his shaft, into the hot, wet place inside Junsu. At the same time, Junsu was touching himself and came soon after.
When Changmin pulled out, he saw thick, white cum smeared out of Junsu’s pink hole, creating such an erotic sight. His fingers, having held on to Junsu’s skin tightly, left red marks on the porcelain white skin around the hip area.
They both collapsed onto the clothes discarded earlier on the floor. Junsu seemed so exhausted that he passed out almost instantly. His cheeks were pink and his lips were red, and tears from immense pleasure were drying on his face. Changmin looked at Junsu the whole time, his mind totally blank.
After about half an hour, they got up and dressed. Changmin walked out first without a word. A while later, Junsu also limped his way outside.
End 11
A/N: Phewwww done with the M-rated scene at last! Hope it doesn't dissappoint :D.
Please leave comments. Now, I'll have to go back to Rousseau and his freaking Social Contract, lol.