Caught You
Title: Caught You
Length: One-shot
Pairing: HoSu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They work at a circus. Junsu falls and Yunho is the only one able to catch him.
A/N: This is dedicated to be-ddelusionall’s ankle. Yunho wants to kiss it better.
“Junsu!”
Yunho sat up and hooked his feet out of the catch trap. He waited until his trapeze was closer to the center of the safety net and let himself fall down.
Junsu was sitting on the floor, clutching his ankle, their trainer looking concerned next to him.
Yunho bounced on the net once and then jumped off it.
Their troupe was famous for using a safety net that was half the usual size. It sounded impressive and it meant that even if they screwed up, they had to do it in a controlled way.
And it had never gone wrong, their talent and trust in each other unmatched.
Especially Yunho and Junsu were always completely in sync. Whatever complicated tricks Junsu performed in the air, Yunho would always catch him.
Of course there was a certain limit to Yunho’s catching abilities. Hanging upside down with his legs secured and swinging back and forth gave him a certain catching range. Junsu’s timing had to be perfect too.
And for a triple somersault, it wasn’t. Yet.
They always practiced a new trick with Junsu wearing a safety harness first, someone on the ground holding the lines and keeping him suspended if something went wrong.
Thats what they’d done for this move, and that was how Yunho had been able to successfully catch him a few times.
But it hadn’t felt natural, it had been luck, not control. He’d brought it up, but Junsu, who had to have felt the same, denied it so strongly he had been allowed to try without the harness today.
Yunho had no idea what had gotten into him. He knew that it was frustrating to him that he couldn’t quite get this trick right, but why take the unnecessary risk?
They didn’t have to do add a triple somersault to their next show, it would be fine without. Junsu could just train longer and do it in the future.
And now, as he’d feared, Junsu had turned too slowly in the air, moving a bit to the side even, and there was no way Yunho could have caught him.
He hadn’t missed the net completely, thank god, but with eyes filled with horror Yunho had watched him hit the side of it, bouncing straight off the edge. Which had given his reflexes not enough time to let him catch himself properly.
“Are you okay?” He rushed towards his best friend, the man he’d worked closely together with for years, and the cause of all of his heartaches during those years.
He was pretty sure he loved Junsu. Years... it couldn’t be just some crush.
Junsu’s fist hit the ground, hard. When he looked up at Yunho his eyes were shooting fire. “You didn’t catch me!”
Yunho didn’t get any closer, shocked. “Su..”
“All you have to do is catch me! How hard can that be?!”
He was pretty sure Junsu didn’t love him back, not in that way. Although he’d never asked him. His many boyfriends had been a great indication.
“Junsu, you’re being unreasonable”, Eunhyuk said from behind him. Yunho hadn’t noticed the others following him down. “But how’s your ankle? Broken?”
At the word broken Yunho shot forward and kneeled in front of Junsu.. He didn’t care if he didn’t want him to get close, he was worried about him.
“I’m fine”, Junsu said, and he tried to stand up, away from Yunho’s carefully inspecting hands.
Yunho was just quick enough to catch him.
“Let go! I can stand!”
“No you can’t, we’re going to get that ankle looked at”, their trainer said. “Practice is over for today.”
Junsu’s ankle was just sprained and the next day he was walking around again, even though Yunho told him not to and could see that he was in pain.
“Remind me why I agreed to share an apartment with you?” Junsu snapped when Yunho tried to get him to rest for the umpteenth time.
Actually it had been Junsu who first brought up living together because it was cheaper and they worked together all the time anyway. Yunho would never have come up with such a masochistic idea. But he hadn’t been able to refuse.
“I don’t know”, he replied, not wanting to anger him further. “But if you want to perform again soon you have to rest so your body can heal.”
Junsu scoffed. “What do I need my ankle for when I’m flying?”
“Junsu...” Yunho knew he probably sounded like a beaten puppy. But that was how he felt. Something was obviously wrong, because Junsu was never like this, and it pained him that he didn’t want to talk to him about it.
Junsu limped back to his room and slammed the door shut. “Leave me alone!”
Two days later they were practicing again. And Junsu was still mean to everybody.
They didn’t try any more triple somersaults and everything else went just fine. Yunho bit through his hurt and focused on the feeling he got when Junsu’s hands tightened around his wrists with every catch. At least Junsu still trusted him.
Junsu convinced their trainer to allow him to perform that week, too easily, but Junsu was his best flier and Yunho understood that the show looked empty without him, even to people who weren’t in love with him.
Junsu looked great in their tight outfits, Yunho always had the hardest time focusing on their act instead of those muscles, that ass... But today he also payed attention to Junsu’s facial expressions and his every movement, still trying to figure out what was bothering him.
They got through the first part of their act, and Yunho sat up for a moment to wave at the audience and give his trapeze more speed. He glanced over his shoulder, at Junsu, and froze.
Junsu wasn’t smiling or waving like the others. Junsu always smiled at the audience, always, even if he felt down.
Right now he had a determined expression on his face, staring at his fly bar that was still swinging back and forth. Eunhyuk caught it and handed it to him. Yunho had to get ready and let himself hang down again now.
He had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.
Junsu could decide what trick to do himself, another one than they’d planned and what Yunho was expecting.
That would not be a good idea. Communication was really important and Yunho had to know how to catch him, Junsu wouldn’t forget that, would he?
The most agonizing was the moment his trapeze was the furthest away from Junsu so he couldn’t see him, and when he did see him again it was upside down and while they were both moving fast..
He still saw that the way he let go of the bar was different.. and when he saw him start a triple somersault his heart stopped.
This all happened in under a second and Yunho really didn’t have time to panic and think about what could happen if they missed each others arms again. Maybe Junsu would miss the safety net completely this time.
His reflexes were amazing, there was a reason this was his job and their act was popular. But to come up with a good reaction to this they would have to be supernatural.
And moving towards Junsu like this, unable to change anything about his speed and direction, all he could really do was stretch out his arms like he usually would and hope that Junsu would be done spinning and reached out to him at the right moment.
Junsu turned into a blur as they neared each other and of all Yunho’s thoughts and feelings the panic was really the only one quick enough to really kick in.
But he still reached out, automatically, it would definitely bad if he’d been completely frozen in shock. This was why Junsu should never make an unexpected move.
Junsu was very close, so close that Yunho was afraid he’d already be too low and too far away from him at the moment he was ready to be caught.
And then sweaty fingers brushed over his arm. Yunho immediately reached for the wrist that had to be close to them.
His trapeze reached that highest point where it slowed down a bit and he was quick enough to see and grab Junsu’s other wrist as well.
The feeling of Junsu’s hands closing around his own wrists had never felt this reassuring.
As they swung back together and the crowd cheered Yunho felt that his body wanted to shake with fear and shock and relief.
Junsu had better be sorry for this, he’d make him promise to never do something like this again, never ever-
Just when he thought that, he felt Junsu give his arm a squeeze. It could mean anything. But Yunho immediately felt that it was a kind of apology.
He was a bit reluctant to let Junsu go. But he knew he had to let him grab his fly bar, swing back to the other side, and bow.
They finished their show, smiling at the audience, jumped down one by one, bowed, and finally, finally he’d get to speak to Junsu about this.
As soon as they disappeared behind the curtains the others walked away, even their trainer, knowing that Yunho had the most right to be upset.
Junsu wouldn’t meet his eyes, looking down. Yunho grabbed his arm.
He’d wanted to yell, he’d even wanted to tell him that this was the limit, that if Junsu’s bad mood or whatever caused him to be suicidal he wasn’t going to work with him again.
But when Junsu looked up, his beautiful innocent eyes showing nothing but remorse and fear, Yunho was already moving in for a hug.
Junsu gasped but clung to him right away, burying his face in Yunho’s chest.
“Don’t ever, ever do that again”, Yunho whispered.
Junsu was shaking.
“Why not?” he asked.
Yunho pulled back, shocked. “Because you could have gotten hurt again! Junsu you could have d-” he couldn’t say the word.
“So what?”
Now Yunho was shocked.
“Su?” He touched Junsu’s cheek and forced him to look at him. There were tears in his eyes.
“So what if I die?! Jaejoong cheated on me, he didn’t even care that I walked in on them. He just told me to get the fuck out so they could continue. And you know what? I didn’t even care either. None of my relationships mean anything, no one makes me happy. No one but you, it’s only you I want to be more than friends with, and I didn’t want to tell you that because I know you’d be freaked out and wouldn’t want to be near me again and then I’d have absolutely nothing left. So what does it matter if I die? I’d rather risk my life and give people a good show in my last moments than live a long and lonely life and die alone and-”
Yunho had no idea why it took him so long to react. Right after ‘more than friends’ his heart had practically exploded in his chest and gotten rid of everything that had kept him from doing what he’d wanted to do for years.
He moved his hand to the back of Junsu’s head and pulled him into a kiss.
Junsu gasped against his lips and Yunho really couldn’t stop himself and pushed his tongue forward, between those plump lips and into the sweet mouth he’d dreamed of tasting for so long.
They were both sweaty and Junsu tasted like sweet and soft with a salty edge. Yunho had to try really hard not to moan.
But then Junsu’s arms came up and wrapped around his neck and it was really no use holding back anything anymore.
When they finally pulled back they were both panting. Junsu’s eyes were dark as they stared up into Yunho’s, pupils blown with lust.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” Yunho confessed. And apparently that was all Junsu needed to break down.
He looked like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time and that was probably the reason he pressed his face against Yunho’s chest again.
“I’m so, so sorry for scaring you”, his muffled voice sounded. “So sorry for not talking to you, for being mean earlier, for...Did you really mean that?”
Yunho kissed the top of his head. “I mean it, and I love you.”
Junsu’s stiffened in his arms for a moment and then he chocked out a sob. “Thank you” he whispered, “for catching me.”
And Yunho knew he didn’t just mean that literally.
“I’ll always catch you.”
Junsu’s body looked perfect in the tight outfit, but it looked even better naked.
And right now there was no one else watching, it was just Yunho, because Junsu was all his. He kept repeating that to himself, hoping that eventually he’d be able to really believe it.
He ran his hands up the smooth skin of Junsu’s thighs and loved the way his body shivered and jerked.
Junsu’s hard cock was leaking clear fluid onto his stomach and Yunho knew that he wanted to come, but he’d told him not to touch himself so Junsu kept his arms beside his body, eyes squeezed shut and breathing labored.
Yunho suddenly grabbed behind his knees and lifted his legs, bending him in half. Junsu’s body was so flexible.
He pressed his lips against Junsu's ankle. "Does it still hurt?"
Junsu looked up at him with hazy eyes. "Are you going to kiss it again if I say yes?"
Yunho's erection was throbbing, too hard, too hot, and he’d wanted to take it slow for a first time, but after watching Junsu finger himself he’d really lost all his patience.
He pressed the wide head of his cock against Junsu’s hole and moaned deeply as it clenched against him.
“P-please”, Junsu begged, and Yunho’s hips pushed forward on their own.
Junsu was stretched, but still so tight. Yunho felt his cock squeeze its way in and fell forward, bending Junsu’s body even more. One quick roll of his hips and he was completely surrounded by Junsu’s heat.
Junsu’s mouth had been wide open in a silent scream, but now he screamed out loud, bucking his hips up, ass against Yunho’s hips.
“Yunho, fuck! Move!”
Yunho silenced him with a kiss and they moaned into each other’s mouths as he pulled his hips back and pressed back in.
Junsu’s nails dug into his sweaty back and he cried out before trying to say something. Yunho pulled his tongue back.
“Faster... god.. Yunho, t-too slow.”
Yunho growled, about to remind Junsu that he didn’t want to hurt him, when the world suddenly spun around and he was on his back. Junsu had used his strong arms to roll them over while he couldn’t use his legs.
He adjusted and straddled Yunho, grinning before throwing his head back and starting to roll his hips. Riding him at an incredible speed.
Yunho’s head swam as he heard more than felt Junsu’s skin slapping against his, while all he felt was his cock being sucked in and squeezed by those hot walls again and again.
“Fuck! Su!” He shouted, hands flying to Junsu’s hips so he could slow him down a bit. He was going to come.
Junsu didn’t want to slow down and Yunho couldn’t control his movements from this position. He planted his feet on the bed and rolled them over again. Junsu landed on his back with an oof.
He cried out again when Yunho spread his legs wide and pushed back in. He made sure his thrusts were slow but deep, and before Junsu could protest he grabbed his heavy cock and squeezed.
Junsu screamed and tightened around him. Yunho fell over him for the second time and bit down on his shoulder, but he also kept stroking his cock between their shivering bodies.
Junsu’s legs wrapped around his waist and he shook. One of his hands found Yunho’s hair and tugged on it as he covered their stomachs and chests in warm and wet.
Yunho’s fingers dug into Junsu’s hips, pulling him impossibly close, as he bit down a bit harder and rode out his release with small thrusts, pumping Junsu full of come.
They both gasped for breath, and as soon as Junsu was able to he said: “Next time we come with me on... top.” At the last word he tensed his muscles and pushed against the bed to roll them over again. But on the other side there was no more bed left.
Yunho’s good reflexes made that he was quick enough to turn on his back before he hit the floor. Junsu landed on top of him, hot sweaty skin against his.
They both laughed.
“You caught me”, Junsu said.
Yunho smiled. “I always catch you.”
Length: One-shot
Pairing: HoSu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They work at a circus. Junsu falls and Yunho is the only one able to catch him.
A/N: This is dedicated to be-ddelusionall’s ankle. Yunho wants to kiss it better.
“Junsu!”
Yunho sat up and hooked his feet out of the catch trap. He waited until his trapeze was closer to the center of the safety net and let himself fall down.
Junsu was sitting on the floor, clutching his ankle, their trainer looking concerned next to him.
Yunho bounced on the net once and then jumped off it.
Their troupe was famous for using a safety net that was half the usual size. It sounded impressive and it meant that even if they screwed up, they had to do it in a controlled way.
And it had never gone wrong, their talent and trust in each other unmatched.
Especially Yunho and Junsu were always completely in sync. Whatever complicated tricks Junsu performed in the air, Yunho would always catch him.
Of course there was a certain limit to Yunho’s catching abilities. Hanging upside down with his legs secured and swinging back and forth gave him a certain catching range. Junsu’s timing had to be perfect too.
And for a triple somersault, it wasn’t. Yet.
They always practiced a new trick with Junsu wearing a safety harness first, someone on the ground holding the lines and keeping him suspended if something went wrong.
Thats what they’d done for this move, and that was how Yunho had been able to successfully catch him a few times.
But it hadn’t felt natural, it had been luck, not control. He’d brought it up, but Junsu, who had to have felt the same, denied it so strongly he had been allowed to try without the harness today.
Yunho had no idea what had gotten into him. He knew that it was frustrating to him that he couldn’t quite get this trick right, but why take the unnecessary risk?
They didn’t have to do add a triple somersault to their next show, it would be fine without. Junsu could just train longer and do it in the future.
And now, as he’d feared, Junsu had turned too slowly in the air, moving a bit to the side even, and there was no way Yunho could have caught him.
He hadn’t missed the net completely, thank god, but with eyes filled with horror Yunho had watched him hit the side of it, bouncing straight off the edge. Which had given his reflexes not enough time to let him catch himself properly.
“Are you okay?” He rushed towards his best friend, the man he’d worked closely together with for years, and the cause of all of his heartaches during those years.
He was pretty sure he loved Junsu. Years... it couldn’t be just some crush.
Junsu’s fist hit the ground, hard. When he looked up at Yunho his eyes were shooting fire. “You didn’t catch me!”
Yunho didn’t get any closer, shocked. “Su..”
“All you have to do is catch me! How hard can that be?!”
He was pretty sure Junsu didn’t love him back, not in that way. Although he’d never asked him. His many boyfriends had been a great indication.
“Junsu, you’re being unreasonable”, Eunhyuk said from behind him. Yunho hadn’t noticed the others following him down. “But how’s your ankle? Broken?”
At the word broken Yunho shot forward and kneeled in front of Junsu.. He didn’t care if he didn’t want him to get close, he was worried about him.
“I’m fine”, Junsu said, and he tried to stand up, away from Yunho’s carefully inspecting hands.
Yunho was just quick enough to catch him.
“Let go! I can stand!”
“No you can’t, we’re going to get that ankle looked at”, their trainer said. “Practice is over for today.”
Junsu’s ankle was just sprained and the next day he was walking around again, even though Yunho told him not to and could see that he was in pain.
“Remind me why I agreed to share an apartment with you?” Junsu snapped when Yunho tried to get him to rest for the umpteenth time.
Actually it had been Junsu who first brought up living together because it was cheaper and they worked together all the time anyway. Yunho would never have come up with such a masochistic idea. But he hadn’t been able to refuse.
“I don’t know”, he replied, not wanting to anger him further. “But if you want to perform again soon you have to rest so your body can heal.”
Junsu scoffed. “What do I need my ankle for when I’m flying?”
“Junsu...” Yunho knew he probably sounded like a beaten puppy. But that was how he felt. Something was obviously wrong, because Junsu was never like this, and it pained him that he didn’t want to talk to him about it.
Junsu limped back to his room and slammed the door shut. “Leave me alone!”
Two days later they were practicing again. And Junsu was still mean to everybody.
They didn’t try any more triple somersaults and everything else went just fine. Yunho bit through his hurt and focused on the feeling he got when Junsu’s hands tightened around his wrists with every catch. At least Junsu still trusted him.
Junsu convinced their trainer to allow him to perform that week, too easily, but Junsu was his best flier and Yunho understood that the show looked empty without him, even to people who weren’t in love with him.
Junsu looked great in their tight outfits, Yunho always had the hardest time focusing on their act instead of those muscles, that ass... But today he also payed attention to Junsu’s facial expressions and his every movement, still trying to figure out what was bothering him.
They got through the first part of their act, and Yunho sat up for a moment to wave at the audience and give his trapeze more speed. He glanced over his shoulder, at Junsu, and froze.
Junsu wasn’t smiling or waving like the others. Junsu always smiled at the audience, always, even if he felt down.
Right now he had a determined expression on his face, staring at his fly bar that was still swinging back and forth. Eunhyuk caught it and handed it to him. Yunho had to get ready and let himself hang down again now.
He had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.
Junsu could decide what trick to do himself, another one than they’d planned and what Yunho was expecting.
That would not be a good idea. Communication was really important and Yunho had to know how to catch him, Junsu wouldn’t forget that, would he?
The most agonizing was the moment his trapeze was the furthest away from Junsu so he couldn’t see him, and when he did see him again it was upside down and while they were both moving fast..
He still saw that the way he let go of the bar was different.. and when he saw him start a triple somersault his heart stopped.
This all happened in under a second and Yunho really didn’t have time to panic and think about what could happen if they missed each others arms again. Maybe Junsu would miss the safety net completely this time.
His reflexes were amazing, there was a reason this was his job and their act was popular. But to come up with a good reaction to this they would have to be supernatural.
And moving towards Junsu like this, unable to change anything about his speed and direction, all he could really do was stretch out his arms like he usually would and hope that Junsu would be done spinning and reached out to him at the right moment.
Junsu turned into a blur as they neared each other and of all Yunho’s thoughts and feelings the panic was really the only one quick enough to really kick in.
But he still reached out, automatically, it would definitely bad if he’d been completely frozen in shock. This was why Junsu should never make an unexpected move.
Junsu was very close, so close that Yunho was afraid he’d already be too low and too far away from him at the moment he was ready to be caught.
And then sweaty fingers brushed over his arm. Yunho immediately reached for the wrist that had to be close to them.
His trapeze reached that highest point where it slowed down a bit and he was quick enough to see and grab Junsu’s other wrist as well.
The feeling of Junsu’s hands closing around his own wrists had never felt this reassuring.
As they swung back together and the crowd cheered Yunho felt that his body wanted to shake with fear and shock and relief.
Junsu had better be sorry for this, he’d make him promise to never do something like this again, never ever-
Just when he thought that, he felt Junsu give his arm a squeeze. It could mean anything. But Yunho immediately felt that it was a kind of apology.
He was a bit reluctant to let Junsu go. But he knew he had to let him grab his fly bar, swing back to the other side, and bow.
They finished their show, smiling at the audience, jumped down one by one, bowed, and finally, finally he’d get to speak to Junsu about this.
As soon as they disappeared behind the curtains the others walked away, even their trainer, knowing that Yunho had the most right to be upset.
Junsu wouldn’t meet his eyes, looking down. Yunho grabbed his arm.
He’d wanted to yell, he’d even wanted to tell him that this was the limit, that if Junsu’s bad mood or whatever caused him to be suicidal he wasn’t going to work with him again.
But when Junsu looked up, his beautiful innocent eyes showing nothing but remorse and fear, Yunho was already moving in for a hug.
Junsu gasped but clung to him right away, burying his face in Yunho’s chest.
“Don’t ever, ever do that again”, Yunho whispered.
Junsu was shaking.
“Why not?” he asked.
Yunho pulled back, shocked. “Because you could have gotten hurt again! Junsu you could have d-” he couldn’t say the word.
“So what?”
Now Yunho was shocked.
“Su?” He touched Junsu’s cheek and forced him to look at him. There were tears in his eyes.
“So what if I die?! Jaejoong cheated on me, he didn’t even care that I walked in on them. He just told me to get the fuck out so they could continue. And you know what? I didn’t even care either. None of my relationships mean anything, no one makes me happy. No one but you, it’s only you I want to be more than friends with, and I didn’t want to tell you that because I know you’d be freaked out and wouldn’t want to be near me again and then I’d have absolutely nothing left. So what does it matter if I die? I’d rather risk my life and give people a good show in my last moments than live a long and lonely life and die alone and-”
Yunho had no idea why it took him so long to react. Right after ‘more than friends’ his heart had practically exploded in his chest and gotten rid of everything that had kept him from doing what he’d wanted to do for years.
He moved his hand to the back of Junsu’s head and pulled him into a kiss.
Junsu gasped against his lips and Yunho really couldn’t stop himself and pushed his tongue forward, between those plump lips and into the sweet mouth he’d dreamed of tasting for so long.
They were both sweaty and Junsu tasted like sweet and soft with a salty edge. Yunho had to try really hard not to moan.
But then Junsu’s arms came up and wrapped around his neck and it was really no use holding back anything anymore.
When they finally pulled back they were both panting. Junsu’s eyes were dark as they stared up into Yunho’s, pupils blown with lust.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” Yunho confessed. And apparently that was all Junsu needed to break down.
He looked like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time and that was probably the reason he pressed his face against Yunho’s chest again.
“I’m so, so sorry for scaring you”, his muffled voice sounded. “So sorry for not talking to you, for being mean earlier, for...Did you really mean that?”
Yunho kissed the top of his head. “I mean it, and I love you.”
Junsu’s stiffened in his arms for a moment and then he chocked out a sob. “Thank you” he whispered, “for catching me.”
And Yunho knew he didn’t just mean that literally.
“I’ll always catch you.”
Junsu’s body looked perfect in the tight outfit, but it looked even better naked.
And right now there was no one else watching, it was just Yunho, because Junsu was all his. He kept repeating that to himself, hoping that eventually he’d be able to really believe it.
He ran his hands up the smooth skin of Junsu’s thighs and loved the way his body shivered and jerked.
Junsu’s hard cock was leaking clear fluid onto his stomach and Yunho knew that he wanted to come, but he’d told him not to touch himself so Junsu kept his arms beside his body, eyes squeezed shut and breathing labored.
Yunho suddenly grabbed behind his knees and lifted his legs, bending him in half. Junsu’s body was so flexible.
He pressed his lips against Junsu's ankle. "Does it still hurt?"
Junsu looked up at him with hazy eyes. "Are you going to kiss it again if I say yes?"
Yunho's erection was throbbing, too hard, too hot, and he’d wanted to take it slow for a first time, but after watching Junsu finger himself he’d really lost all his patience.
He pressed the wide head of his cock against Junsu’s hole and moaned deeply as it clenched against him.
“P-please”, Junsu begged, and Yunho’s hips pushed forward on their own.
Junsu was stretched, but still so tight. Yunho felt his cock squeeze its way in and fell forward, bending Junsu’s body even more. One quick roll of his hips and he was completely surrounded by Junsu’s heat.
Junsu’s mouth had been wide open in a silent scream, but now he screamed out loud, bucking his hips up, ass against Yunho’s hips.
“Yunho, fuck! Move!”
Yunho silenced him with a kiss and they moaned into each other’s mouths as he pulled his hips back and pressed back in.
Junsu’s nails dug into his sweaty back and he cried out before trying to say something. Yunho pulled his tongue back.
“Faster... god.. Yunho, t-too slow.”
Yunho growled, about to remind Junsu that he didn’t want to hurt him, when the world suddenly spun around and he was on his back. Junsu had used his strong arms to roll them over while he couldn’t use his legs.
He adjusted and straddled Yunho, grinning before throwing his head back and starting to roll his hips. Riding him at an incredible speed.
Yunho’s head swam as he heard more than felt Junsu’s skin slapping against his, while all he felt was his cock being sucked in and squeezed by those hot walls again and again.
“Fuck! Su!” He shouted, hands flying to Junsu’s hips so he could slow him down a bit. He was going to come.
Junsu didn’t want to slow down and Yunho couldn’t control his movements from this position. He planted his feet on the bed and rolled them over again. Junsu landed on his back with an oof.
He cried out again when Yunho spread his legs wide and pushed back in. He made sure his thrusts were slow but deep, and before Junsu could protest he grabbed his heavy cock and squeezed.
Junsu screamed and tightened around him. Yunho fell over him for the second time and bit down on his shoulder, but he also kept stroking his cock between their shivering bodies.
Junsu’s legs wrapped around his waist and he shook. One of his hands found Yunho’s hair and tugged on it as he covered their stomachs and chests in warm and wet.
Yunho’s fingers dug into Junsu’s hips, pulling him impossibly close, as he bit down a bit harder and rode out his release with small thrusts, pumping Junsu full of come.
They both gasped for breath, and as soon as Junsu was able to he said: “Next time we come with me on... top.” At the last word he tensed his muscles and pushed against the bed to roll them over again. But on the other side there was no more bed left.
Yunho’s good reflexes made that he was quick enough to turn on his back before he hit the floor. Junsu landed on top of him, hot sweaty skin against his.
They both laughed.
“You caught me”, Junsu said.
Yunho smiled. “I always catch you.”