Through the crown of the sakura tree - 25
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG - M (this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Feel So Good - JYP
The door was hurriedly opened.
Junsu’s fingers and palm made light, short contact with the wall as he looked for the light switch. When he finally hit it, the orange-ish dim light poured out from a small bulb near the other end of the room.
Not very illuminating - Junsu frowned. He wanted to find another button to turn on another, brighter light. But, he couldn’t. His two feet crashed with each other and with another person’s, as he was pushed inside the room, before the both of them fell in between the pillows on the rug.
Junsu traced his hand alongside Changmin’s arm, feeling the toned muscles there. Changmin moaned into their kiss. Changmin was on top of Junsu and he decided to not let the latter be the only one having a share here, so he lowered his lips down onto the milkily smooth skin below Junsu’s jaw. He left a trail of saliva as he went lower, to the collarbone before he decided to mark Junsu.
“Ah!” Junsu gasped. The pianist arched into the contact between them, accidentally joining their hips.
It turned Changmin on almost painfully. The man growled, the sound of which sending goosebumps up Junsu’s spine.
There was soju in the taste of their kiss, as they had had some just before. It had been hot, and stinging at the tip of the tongue. Now Junsu could feel the aftertaste, which was sweet, at the back of his exposed, arching throat.
Changmin’s fingers danced on Junsu’s Adam apple, before they slithered to the back of the pianist’s nape. Then with a swift movement, Changmin leaned up, ferociously attacked Junsu’s lips. Unprepared, Junsu could only weakly defend himself against the tongue invading his mouth. Meanwhile, he could feel Changmin’s hands all over his body, undressing him, fondling him, carressing him. A hand sneakily ran to his butt, squezzed it, teasing the small, pink entrance. Junsu mewled.
Unlike the first time they had had sex, this time neither was drunk, though both pretended to be.
Changmin needed alcohol as an excuse for the desire he himself could not explain, while Junsu needed to look drunk to not make it seem like Changmin was forcing it on him. Truth was that he needed it too. He wanted Changmin so much; at the same time he knew Changmin would never touch him was the man acting sober.
So let just make it pass as an accident.
Changmin entered Junsu with a swift push of the hips. He felt Junsu’s tight heat surrounding him and it was just too pleasurable. Under him, Junsu’s back was glistering with sweat, writhing, wickedly beautiful. Changmin couldn’t help himself, but to trace his fingers from Junsu’s hole in between the plump ass, which was wrapping around Changmin’s shaft, along the arch of Junsu’s back. He could even feel the white, baby vellus hair under his touch.
Junsu’s body twisted with every contact that Changmin’s fingertips made with it. Seeing Junsu reacting to his every touch got Changmin turned on even more, if that was even possible. Changmin had always been one who loved attention, and he enjoyed the undivided attention Junsu always gave him.
As a reward, he gave a powerful thrust that got the pianist raise his beautiful, dolphin-like voice. “Changmin… Changmin-ah-ah… nnnn…” as the man clutched tightly onto the soft rug. Finally his elbows gave in, and he ducked his head into a pillow to muffle his own screams. The apartment was not an expensive one, so the soundproof was not good.
Junsu felt helpless at controlling himself.
“Mmm…” Changmin spread the two globes of Junsu’s ass, just to see clearly how his junior ramming in and out as it claimed Junsu’s body. Changmin made sure his penis went in to the hilt every time. It was a mesmerizing sight, but not the sole reason why Changmin always did Junsu from behind.
Changmin avoided looking at Junsu’s front body because he didn’t want to be reminded that their bodies were similar, and that what they were having going on was not right. It was not just the issue of whether to acknowledge one was homosexual or bisexual, because Changmin was sure he was still straight. He had never been attracted to men, not even after sleeping with Junsu. This thing only happened with Junsu. It was something here that Changmin didn’t understand - something about Junsu, that attracted him, and frightened him at the same time.
So, to avoid thinking about all of these complications, Changmin refrained from taking in fully the view of Junsu’s form, in the ecstasy given by Changmin.
One can never have everything… Changmin thought. There was always a limit to what one can have.
Little did he know, that limit was only something he created himself.
Junsu cried as Changmin’s long, thick flesh stick jammed into him. It was so good he couldn't help a long, whiny sound. Please, take me away. He made a plea. A plea that nobody had ever agreed to. Mom, dad, take me with you. No, they left. Never once come back to see him, though everyday he had stood at the door, looking to the outside, hoping his parents would at least come to check on him.
It was only a futile hope.
Even the only people who would love him unconditionally left him. Other people, if they ever would like him, only do so because of something he had, and not he himself. “This kid is too quiet, not cute.” He remembered the people who came to the orphanage to find kids to adopt saying so.
Junsu was quiet. But it was because he was trying to be good.
Only until he demonstrated unusual musical abilities did people start noticing him, and got him out so he could receive proper training. But that meant, if Junsu couldn’t keep up, they would throw him back to the orphanage.
Yet once reached 18, Junsu was suddenly faced with the only thing possibly scarier than having to go back to the orphanage, which was: not having to go there anymore. True. It meant now even if he sucked, he wouldn’t even have the orphanage to go to. He would have nowhere to turn to. The day would eventually come, considering the fact that no one wanted him, but Junsu felt bitter - Junsu wanted to fight that. Let someone remember him, even just for a short time, if a long time was not possible. Hence the heavy hammered piano. After all, Junsu only had the stage to belong to now. The only way to make people want him, to remember him was to be talented - extremely talented.
There was in no other way people would want him. Things don’t come unconditionally. Even when he was having Changmin to him, it was only the body, and the sex was not free either. Junsu paid for it with the pain the felt inside, as he was reminded again and again that the heart would never be with him, and eventually Changmin would leave.
Junsu had had enough of being left behind.
This time, before the other person cast him away - which was only a matter of time, he would leave. That would spare him some bitter rejection. It would be hurtful for sure. But who was Junsu to demand anything?
For the moment, however, let just savour it.
Junsu bit his finger, to stop the tremble made of sheer pleasure when Changmin hit his prostate repeatedly. "Ah-ah-ah-hah..." He panted, moaned at the back of his throat. Changmin’s hand sneaked to the front of Junsu’s abdomen, keeping the thin waist in place so that he could go all the way in. The speed Changmin was going would soon elevate them both to paradise.
A provisional paradise, but one nevertheless.
Junsu cried out. He was close.
They were to have a lot of such fake paradises together. “You two fuck like rabbits,” Jaejoong said, “but what’s the point?”
Junsu smiled, sipping from his cocktail. There was no point, and he dreaded the thought of tomorrow.
Junsu hopped down from the bar stool, going to look for Changmin who was somewhere in the crowd. When he finally found the latter, the guy was dancing with a group of people. Junsu pulled Changmin’s shirt, signaling the other to dance with him. Changmin complied.
The new track was on. People changed the way they sway.
Junsu didn’t stand too close to Changmin, as Changmin never wanted them to be too close when outside. That they were moving to the same rhythm was enough.
Junsu didn’t listen to much pop-dance, but he had a talent for picking up melodies, and soon was lip-syncing the lyric. Junsu was not looking at Changmin’s face, it was Changmin who did so. Changmin realized the lines of Junsu’s lips looked extremely attractive when the guy dawdled on the words of the song.
You, I feel so good about you
This heart pounding I’m feeling for the first time
Has completely captivated me, what can I do?
You, after I met you, everything that I do,
I do as I think of you, I keep thinking of only you
At some point,
you made it impossible to live without you
So I get a little scared for myself
But though I can’t explain it,
when I’m next to you,
I forget everything else.
The lyric was nothing extraordinary, but somehow Changmin felt his heart beating fast. He knew Junsu probably didn't mean the words because they were too cheesy, but even if the guy did mean so, Changmin didn't find it irksome as he had thought he would feel. After all, Junsu never gave any pressure. It actually felt nice, to know that Junsu liked him that much, and would always be there.
End 25
I was listening to music on the flight to Hong Kong, and the classical music albums they had on the plane were not good so I decided to try some new pop music. Turned to a mini album by Park Jin Young and wasn't disappointed. Thus, I put the music here :D.
Please comment! Love you guys <3
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG - M (this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Feel So Good - JYP
The door was hurriedly opened.
Junsu’s fingers and palm made light, short contact with the wall as he looked for the light switch. When he finally hit it, the orange-ish dim light poured out from a small bulb near the other end of the room.
Not very illuminating - Junsu frowned. He wanted to find another button to turn on another, brighter light. But, he couldn’t. His two feet crashed with each other and with another person’s, as he was pushed inside the room, before the both of them fell in between the pillows on the rug.
Junsu traced his hand alongside Changmin’s arm, feeling the toned muscles there. Changmin moaned into their kiss. Changmin was on top of Junsu and he decided to not let the latter be the only one having a share here, so he lowered his lips down onto the milkily smooth skin below Junsu’s jaw. He left a trail of saliva as he went lower, to the collarbone before he decided to mark Junsu.
“Ah!” Junsu gasped. The pianist arched into the contact between them, accidentally joining their hips.
It turned Changmin on almost painfully. The man growled, the sound of which sending goosebumps up Junsu’s spine.
There was soju in the taste of their kiss, as they had had some just before. It had been hot, and stinging at the tip of the tongue. Now Junsu could feel the aftertaste, which was sweet, at the back of his exposed, arching throat.
Changmin’s fingers danced on Junsu’s Adam apple, before they slithered to the back of the pianist’s nape. Then with a swift movement, Changmin leaned up, ferociously attacked Junsu’s lips. Unprepared, Junsu could only weakly defend himself against the tongue invading his mouth. Meanwhile, he could feel Changmin’s hands all over his body, undressing him, fondling him, carressing him. A hand sneakily ran to his butt, squezzed it, teasing the small, pink entrance. Junsu mewled.
Unlike the first time they had had sex, this time neither was drunk, though both pretended to be.
Changmin needed alcohol as an excuse for the desire he himself could not explain, while Junsu needed to look drunk to not make it seem like Changmin was forcing it on him. Truth was that he needed it too. He wanted Changmin so much; at the same time he knew Changmin would never touch him was the man acting sober.
So let just make it pass as an accident.
Changmin entered Junsu with a swift push of the hips. He felt Junsu’s tight heat surrounding him and it was just too pleasurable. Under him, Junsu’s back was glistering with sweat, writhing, wickedly beautiful. Changmin couldn’t help himself, but to trace his fingers from Junsu’s hole in between the plump ass, which was wrapping around Changmin’s shaft, along the arch of Junsu’s back. He could even feel the white, baby vellus hair under his touch.
Junsu’s body twisted with every contact that Changmin’s fingertips made with it. Seeing Junsu reacting to his every touch got Changmin turned on even more, if that was even possible. Changmin had always been one who loved attention, and he enjoyed the undivided attention Junsu always gave him.
As a reward, he gave a powerful thrust that got the pianist raise his beautiful, dolphin-like voice. “Changmin… Changmin-ah-ah… nnnn…” as the man clutched tightly onto the soft rug. Finally his elbows gave in, and he ducked his head into a pillow to muffle his own screams. The apartment was not an expensive one, so the soundproof was not good.
Junsu felt helpless at controlling himself.
“Mmm…” Changmin spread the two globes of Junsu’s ass, just to see clearly how his junior ramming in and out as it claimed Junsu’s body. Changmin made sure his penis went in to the hilt every time. It was a mesmerizing sight, but not the sole reason why Changmin always did Junsu from behind.
Changmin avoided looking at Junsu’s front body because he didn’t want to be reminded that their bodies were similar, and that what they were having going on was not right. It was not just the issue of whether to acknowledge one was homosexual or bisexual, because Changmin was sure he was still straight. He had never been attracted to men, not even after sleeping with Junsu. This thing only happened with Junsu. It was something here that Changmin didn’t understand - something about Junsu, that attracted him, and frightened him at the same time.
So, to avoid thinking about all of these complications, Changmin refrained from taking in fully the view of Junsu’s form, in the ecstasy given by Changmin.
One can never have everything… Changmin thought. There was always a limit to what one can have.
Little did he know, that limit was only something he created himself.
Junsu cried as Changmin’s long, thick flesh stick jammed into him. It was so good he couldn't help a long, whiny sound. Please, take me away. He made a plea. A plea that nobody had ever agreed to. Mom, dad, take me with you. No, they left. Never once come back to see him, though everyday he had stood at the door, looking to the outside, hoping his parents would at least come to check on him.
It was only a futile hope.
Even the only people who would love him unconditionally left him. Other people, if they ever would like him, only do so because of something he had, and not he himself. “This kid is too quiet, not cute.” He remembered the people who came to the orphanage to find kids to adopt saying so.
Junsu was quiet. But it was because he was trying to be good.
Only until he demonstrated unusual musical abilities did people start noticing him, and got him out so he could receive proper training. But that meant, if Junsu couldn’t keep up, they would throw him back to the orphanage.
Yet once reached 18, Junsu was suddenly faced with the only thing possibly scarier than having to go back to the orphanage, which was: not having to go there anymore. True. It meant now even if he sucked, he wouldn’t even have the orphanage to go to. He would have nowhere to turn to. The day would eventually come, considering the fact that no one wanted him, but Junsu felt bitter - Junsu wanted to fight that. Let someone remember him, even just for a short time, if a long time was not possible. Hence the heavy hammered piano. After all, Junsu only had the stage to belong to now. The only way to make people want him, to remember him was to be talented - extremely talented.
There was in no other way people would want him. Things don’t come unconditionally. Even when he was having Changmin to him, it was only the body, and the sex was not free either. Junsu paid for it with the pain the felt inside, as he was reminded again and again that the heart would never be with him, and eventually Changmin would leave.
Junsu had had enough of being left behind.
This time, before the other person cast him away - which was only a matter of time, he would leave. That would spare him some bitter rejection. It would be hurtful for sure. But who was Junsu to demand anything?
For the moment, however, let just savour it.
Junsu bit his finger, to stop the tremble made of sheer pleasure when Changmin hit his prostate repeatedly. "Ah-ah-ah-hah..." He panted, moaned at the back of his throat. Changmin’s hand sneaked to the front of Junsu’s abdomen, keeping the thin waist in place so that he could go all the way in. The speed Changmin was going would soon elevate them both to paradise.
A provisional paradise, but one nevertheless.
Junsu cried out. He was close.
They were to have a lot of such fake paradises together. “You two fuck like rabbits,” Jaejoong said, “but what’s the point?”
Junsu smiled, sipping from his cocktail. There was no point, and he dreaded the thought of tomorrow.
Junsu hopped down from the bar stool, going to look for Changmin who was somewhere in the crowd. When he finally found the latter, the guy was dancing with a group of people. Junsu pulled Changmin’s shirt, signaling the other to dance with him. Changmin complied.
The new track was on. People changed the way they sway.
Junsu didn’t stand too close to Changmin, as Changmin never wanted them to be too close when outside. That they were moving to the same rhythm was enough.
Junsu didn’t listen to much pop-dance, but he had a talent for picking up melodies, and soon was lip-syncing the lyric. Junsu was not looking at Changmin’s face, it was Changmin who did so. Changmin realized the lines of Junsu’s lips looked extremely attractive when the guy dawdled on the words of the song.
You, I feel so good about you
This heart pounding I’m feeling for the first time
Has completely captivated me, what can I do?
You, after I met you, everything that I do,
I do as I think of you, I keep thinking of only you
At some point,
you made it impossible to live without you
So I get a little scared for myself
But though I can’t explain it,
when I’m next to you,
I forget everything else.
The lyric was nothing extraordinary, but somehow Changmin felt his heart beating fast. He knew Junsu probably didn't mean the words because they were too cheesy, but even if the guy did mean so, Changmin didn't find it irksome as he had thought he would feel. After all, Junsu never gave any pressure. It actually felt nice, to know that Junsu liked him that much, and would always be there.
End 25
I was listening to music on the flight to Hong Kong, and the classical music albums they had on the plane were not good so I decided to try some new pop music. Turned to a mini album by Park Jin Young and wasn't disappointed. Thus, I put the music here :D.
Please comment! Love you guys <3