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Title: The Semantics of Training (Learning To Share)
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Yunho makes no protests, but then again, he never does.
Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho/Junsu
A/N: Continuation of this. yayy, more army!verse :3
When Junsu walks into the room he shares with his fellow Lieutenant General, it’s to see his friend sitting on the edge of the bed, Yunho naked and kneeling between his legs on the floor. The soldier’s head is in Yoochun’s lap, leisurely sucking the man’s cock, hands resting on the Lieutenant’s thighs for balance.
Yunho makes no move to stop, Yoochun’s hand firm on the back of his head, guiding him up and down but Yoochun looks up and casually greets Junsu.
‘Hey,’ He smiles.
‘He’s supposed to be in training,’ Junsu scolds half heartedly, thinking of a fuming Changmin out in the fields, scanning the numerous men for his favourite soldier to pick on.
‘He is,’ Yoochun laughs. Patting back strands of hair when Yunho runs a tongue under the crown and his hips jolt forward, gagging the soldier. Yunho pulls back and tries not to splutter, leaning forward to take Yoochun back in his mouth.
‘See? He’s learning.’
Junsu laughs and makes his way to the bed opposite when he notices something black and metallic protruding from Yunho’s ass, quickly recognising it to be the butt of Yoochun’s handgun.
‘Yoochun,’ Junsu’s voice lowers warningly, stepping toward them.
‘It’s not loaded,’ Yoochun shrugs, ‘Besides, he likes it.’
Yunho makes no protests, but then again, he never does and Junsu taps the gun with the tip of his boot, the muzzle sliding back in an inch and Yunho’s moan is muffled around Yoochun’s dick.
Junsu kneels down beside the soldier, slowly pulling the handgun out. It’s covered in lubricant, blood streaking the barrel and Junsu can just sense the General lecturing them both on correct gun care and etiquette.
‘Jaejoong would have a fit. This will be hell to clean- you’ll be lucky if you can use it again,’ Junsu says, raising the barrel to his face and taking a long lick at the blood.
‘I’m a lover, not a fighter,’ Yoochun laughs.
Junsu wishes he could smile back, they’ve both lost too many men lately and he knows it affects Yoochun more than anyone else. He thinks of what it would be like to lose Yunho and shudders, thankful that the man is in the second battalion and that Changmin insists on so much extra training he’ll be lucky to see battle any time soon.
‘I bet he’d prefer the real thing,’ Junsu’s cheeky smile returns as he sits on the other bed, beckoning to Yunho.
‘Come here, Yunho,’ He calls, patting his thighs.
Yunho releases his Lieutenant, moving to crawl across the room to Junsu when he’s pulled back by his hair, Yoochun dragging him physically back till his face meets crotch. He understands his officer’s demand but the grip holding his head is so firm the best he can do is extend his tongue to lick at the base of Yoochun’s cock, laving at the man’s balls.
‘Not fair, Junsu. I had him first, don’t take away my fun.’
‘You’ve had him all afternoon! It’s my turn now,’ Junsu argues childishly, tugging at one of the soldier’s arms, making him slide across the cold floor. ‘Besides, I’m sure he’d have more fun with me!’
The soldier can practically hear the General’s voice in the room saying, ‘Play nicely, kids,’ and wishes someone were here to stop him being ripped in half. He’s not normally resistant to their games but when he sees no reprieve from their tug of war with his arms, he yanks them down out of their grip and wraps them around himself tightly.
They immediately stop arguing and begin to fuss over the soldier; worried they’ve caused him undue harm.
‘Are you okay, Yunho?’ The Lieutenant Generals ask, resting hands on each of his shoulders, kneeling down to search for injuries.
‘I-I’m fine,’ Yunho manages to get out and then daringly adds, ‘You two just have to learn to share.’
The two officers turn to lock eyes with each other, faces splitting into wide grins and Yunho instantly realises he’s said the wrong thing.
‘I’m sure we could find a way to do that, soldier,’ Yoochun smiles devilishly and both men pull Yunho up and onto the small bed.
Yunho scrambles on the sheets making room for Junsu to sit behind him on the bed, wedging him between the two men. Yoochun begins to kiss at his chest, groping pectorals with firm hands, tracing the toned muscles on the soldier’s stomach. The soldier leans back into Junsu, resting on his haunches, legs spread wide as the man begins to suckle at his neck, hand trailing down to grope and knead his ass.
‘Yoochun, pass me the lube,’ Junsu instructs and Yoochun stops his assault on Yunho’s nipples to slip the bottle into Junsu’s hand.
Junsu easily hooks three fingers inside the soldier, twisting and pressing in further before pulling out to coat his fingers with more lubricant and shoving back in, rubbing intently at Yunho’s prostate. The soldier is panting, his hands clawing at Yoochun’s shoulders as the man tugs harshly on his nipple, dragging teeth over and over the small nub. His cock swells even though the sting in his ass is severe; Yoochun had not been gentle when he ordered the soldier to bend over and fucked him with the gun barrel earlier before leaving it inside him, telling him to make sure it stayed put.
‘How should we do this?’ He hears Junsu ask the other Lieutenant General.
‘I’ll lay back,’ Yoochun offers and Junsu scoffs. Yoochun always did have a very lazy way of doing things.
Junsu pulls Yunho off the bed roughly and allows Yoochun to lie down comfortably, upper body propped up on pillows before he manoeuvres Yunho to straddle his lap. Junsu lifts Yoochun’s cock away from his body and steers the soldier to take it in, dropping his hips slowly, allowing the man to feel every inch enter him before he moves to kneel behind Yunho, between Yoochun’s legs.
They start to move at a slow pace, Junsu manipulating Yunho’s hips and Yoochun rising to push further into the pliant warmth. Junsu coats his hand in lube once again and begins to prod at the skin stretched wide around Yoochun’s cock.
Yunho tenses and Yoochun plays with his cock to distract him, squeezing tightly and pressing a thumb against the head. When Junsu pushes his finger in beside Yoochun’s dick, Yunho visibly flinches and begins to look panicky but both the Lieutenant’s know they won’t stop for anything now.
‘Shh, it’s alright,’ Junsu coos in his ear, ‘We’re going to share you, just like you wanted.’ And Yunho muffles a sob into his hand because this is not what he meant at all.
Yoochun moves to sit up, pulling Yunho’s hands away from his face and kissing at his tear streaked cheeks.
‘Don’t cry, we just both want you so much,’ He soothes, ‘it’ll hurt a lot less if you relax.
‘Don’t you want to feel both of us, moving inside you? Filling you up?’ Junsu asks into his ear.
Yunho doesn’t say anything, just hangs his head on Yoochun’s shoulder. He hasn’t cried for a long time, not since his mother died and he feels so embarrassed and scared. Junsu starts to press in another finger and just when both men think that it will never fit, it slips in and presses against a spot that makes Yunho groan.
By the time a third finger is in, Yoochun is impatient, thrusting up enjoying the rub against foreign hands and Yunho’s hot walls.
‘Now, Su,’ Yoochun groans and stills to allow the other man better access.
Junsu hooks his fingers outwards, pulling at the entrance- stretching it open to push the blunt head of his cock in. It’s more than a tight squeeze, it’s suffocating to the point of discomfort and he knows that if he’s feeling it, Yunho must be feeling it tenfold. He shoves in forcefully, as much as he can fit at the angle and Yunho cries out and slumps forward into his Lieutenant’s chest, grappling at the skin.
There’s little Yoochun can do being pinned down by the soldier but he manages to squeeze a hand between their bodies and tries to bring Yunho back to hardness. Junsu begins tentatively, he plants his hands as firmly as he can either side of the two bodies beneath him and roll his hips. He can feel the underside of his cock rubbing almost painfully against Yoochun’s and knows the feeling must be mutual, so he rocks forward harder.
Yoochun’s skilful hands begin to distract Yunho and he finds himself propping up his upper body over the Lieutenant’s, causing Junsu to slide in at a more pleasurable angle. His balls rub against Yoochun’s lower stomach with every thrust and the man is dipping a fingertip into his slit, thumb twisting under the crown of his cock and he whimpers. When Junsu begins to pound in earnest he nearly sends all of them into the headboard so he pulls back to rest on his haunches, taking Yunho with him till they’re back to chest, Yunho riding both men’s cocks.
They take turns filling him up, both pairs of strong hands keeping the soldier upright as they ride out their pleasure. Yoochun comes first; he’s been hard for a while now having only come once before down Yunho’s throat and now he can’t hold out any longer. He sits up and yanks the soldier’s head down in a fierce, messy kiss. His tongue trailing over smooth teeth, tugging on soft lips with his own and shoving his way down the man’s throat till he can taste himself from earlier as he releases into Yunho’s tight hole. The sensation of hot cum triggers Yunho to start clenching and soon Junsu is spilling himself into the man, thrusts becoming erratic and hard, the friction smoothed slightly by the cum and tinges of blood seeping from Yunho’s entrance. That sight alone has Junsu groaning loudly and reaching down to scoop up the mixture and smear it over Yunho’s lips as he rides out the last waves of his intense orgasm.
Yunho licks the cum and blood off his lips and into his mouth quickly, returning to kiss Yoochun, he’s still hard and wants the hand on his cock to move faster. He feels Junsu slowly pull out and the man lifts Yunho up and away from Yoochun, his ass empty of anything but the cum seeping down his thighs. The Lieutenant General nudges him until he shifts forward on his hands and knees and glances down to see his other commanding officer scoot down the bed until his face is level with his pulsing member. Yoochun chooses that moment to glance up and flash a smile at the wide-eyed soldier before sucking the length into his mouth.
Yunho cries out, back arching and then suddenly a warm tongue is dipping it’s way into his sore body, no doubt laving at the blood and cum there. Junsu cups at his balls, squeezing gently and nuzzling his face deeper into the soldier’s backside, sucking at the raw skin, his tongue extending further to taste the man. Yoochun chooses that precise moment to drag his tongue through his slit and give a particularly harsh suck on his cock and Yunho can’t help but to thrust forward. He doesn’t care if he gets punished later for coming without permission, he’s too far gone and with a sharp thrust he’s coming with a loud cry, his cock slipping out of Yoochun’s mouth to rub against his lips, spurting his load over Yoochun’s neck when he arches back against Junsu.
Yoochun shuffles back up, pulling the shaking soldier to lie against his body. He hears a sharp scraping noise and turns to see Junsu moving the other bed to line up with theirs, laying a blanket over the thin divide and urging Yunho to lie in the middle. His eyes are beginning to close in sleep when he feels a damp cloth moving between his thighs, cleaning him up and he jolts when Junsu’s prods a finger inside him, rubbing some kind of ointment into the sore area.
Junsu throws the wet cloth at Yoochun when he’s done and gestures towards his neck, Yoochun gently touching the wet cum at his neck and looking surprised as though he had forgotten Yunho had come all over him.
“Clean yourself up,’ Junsu orders before lying down beside Yunho.
Yoochun offers his hand to Yunho who quickly takes the digits into his mouth, sucking them clean.
‘Yunho will clean me up, won’t you Yunho?’ Yoochun asks smiling, already knowing the answer but loving it none the less when Yunho says, ‘Yes, sir!’ and begins lapping his own cum off Yoochun’s neck.
Junsu laughs and strokes lazy circles along Yunho’s back.
‘Such a good toy,’ Junsu praises, ‘I’m sure we can learn to share you properly from now on.’
/siiiiighs/ only one last part to go! She says this fic in this verse needs to be laid to rest. Not to worry, i’m sure i’ll be able to coerce her into writing something equally awesome soon enough ;) until then, enjoy the ot3 ^^
Comments are ♥ /throws confetti/ (lol, even if she is lazy to reply to them xD)
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Yunho makes no protests, but then again, he never does.
Pairing: Yoochun/Yunho/Junsu
A/N: Continuation of this. yayy, more army!verse :3
When Junsu walks into the room he shares with his fellow Lieutenant General, it’s to see his friend sitting on the edge of the bed, Yunho naked and kneeling between his legs on the floor. The soldier’s head is in Yoochun’s lap, leisurely sucking the man’s cock, hands resting on the Lieutenant’s thighs for balance.
Yunho makes no move to stop, Yoochun’s hand firm on the back of his head, guiding him up and down but Yoochun looks up and casually greets Junsu.
‘Hey,’ He smiles.
‘He’s supposed to be in training,’ Junsu scolds half heartedly, thinking of a fuming Changmin out in the fields, scanning the numerous men for his favourite soldier to pick on.
‘He is,’ Yoochun laughs. Patting back strands of hair when Yunho runs a tongue under the crown and his hips jolt forward, gagging the soldier. Yunho pulls back and tries not to splutter, leaning forward to take Yoochun back in his mouth.
‘See? He’s learning.’
Junsu laughs and makes his way to the bed opposite when he notices something black and metallic protruding from Yunho’s ass, quickly recognising it to be the butt of Yoochun’s handgun.
‘Yoochun,’ Junsu’s voice lowers warningly, stepping toward them.
‘It’s not loaded,’ Yoochun shrugs, ‘Besides, he likes it.’
Yunho makes no protests, but then again, he never does and Junsu taps the gun with the tip of his boot, the muzzle sliding back in an inch and Yunho’s moan is muffled around Yoochun’s dick.
Junsu kneels down beside the soldier, slowly pulling the handgun out. It’s covered in lubricant, blood streaking the barrel and Junsu can just sense the General lecturing them both on correct gun care and etiquette.
‘Jaejoong would have a fit. This will be hell to clean- you’ll be lucky if you can use it again,’ Junsu says, raising the barrel to his face and taking a long lick at the blood.
‘I’m a lover, not a fighter,’ Yoochun laughs.
Junsu wishes he could smile back, they’ve both lost too many men lately and he knows it affects Yoochun more than anyone else. He thinks of what it would be like to lose Yunho and shudders, thankful that the man is in the second battalion and that Changmin insists on so much extra training he’ll be lucky to see battle any time soon.
‘I bet he’d prefer the real thing,’ Junsu’s cheeky smile returns as he sits on the other bed, beckoning to Yunho.
‘Come here, Yunho,’ He calls, patting his thighs.
Yunho releases his Lieutenant, moving to crawl across the room to Junsu when he’s pulled back by his hair, Yoochun dragging him physically back till his face meets crotch. He understands his officer’s demand but the grip holding his head is so firm the best he can do is extend his tongue to lick at the base of Yoochun’s cock, laving at the man’s balls.
‘Not fair, Junsu. I had him first, don’t take away my fun.’
‘You’ve had him all afternoon! It’s my turn now,’ Junsu argues childishly, tugging at one of the soldier’s arms, making him slide across the cold floor. ‘Besides, I’m sure he’d have more fun with me!’
The soldier can practically hear the General’s voice in the room saying, ‘Play nicely, kids,’ and wishes someone were here to stop him being ripped in half. He’s not normally resistant to their games but when he sees no reprieve from their tug of war with his arms, he yanks them down out of their grip and wraps them around himself tightly.
They immediately stop arguing and begin to fuss over the soldier; worried they’ve caused him undue harm.
‘Are you okay, Yunho?’ The Lieutenant Generals ask, resting hands on each of his shoulders, kneeling down to search for injuries.
‘I-I’m fine,’ Yunho manages to get out and then daringly adds, ‘You two just have to learn to share.’
The two officers turn to lock eyes with each other, faces splitting into wide grins and Yunho instantly realises he’s said the wrong thing.
‘I’m sure we could find a way to do that, soldier,’ Yoochun smiles devilishly and both men pull Yunho up and onto the small bed.
Yunho scrambles on the sheets making room for Junsu to sit behind him on the bed, wedging him between the two men. Yoochun begins to kiss at his chest, groping pectorals with firm hands, tracing the toned muscles on the soldier’s stomach. The soldier leans back into Junsu, resting on his haunches, legs spread wide as the man begins to suckle at his neck, hand trailing down to grope and knead his ass.
‘Yoochun, pass me the lube,’ Junsu instructs and Yoochun stops his assault on Yunho’s nipples to slip the bottle into Junsu’s hand.
Junsu easily hooks three fingers inside the soldier, twisting and pressing in further before pulling out to coat his fingers with more lubricant and shoving back in, rubbing intently at Yunho’s prostate. The soldier is panting, his hands clawing at Yoochun’s shoulders as the man tugs harshly on his nipple, dragging teeth over and over the small nub. His cock swells even though the sting in his ass is severe; Yoochun had not been gentle when he ordered the soldier to bend over and fucked him with the gun barrel earlier before leaving it inside him, telling him to make sure it stayed put.
‘How should we do this?’ He hears Junsu ask the other Lieutenant General.
‘I’ll lay back,’ Yoochun offers and Junsu scoffs. Yoochun always did have a very lazy way of doing things.
Junsu pulls Yunho off the bed roughly and allows Yoochun to lie down comfortably, upper body propped up on pillows before he manoeuvres Yunho to straddle his lap. Junsu lifts Yoochun’s cock away from his body and steers the soldier to take it in, dropping his hips slowly, allowing the man to feel every inch enter him before he moves to kneel behind Yunho, between Yoochun’s legs.
They start to move at a slow pace, Junsu manipulating Yunho’s hips and Yoochun rising to push further into the pliant warmth. Junsu coats his hand in lube once again and begins to prod at the skin stretched wide around Yoochun’s cock.
Yunho tenses and Yoochun plays with his cock to distract him, squeezing tightly and pressing a thumb against the head. When Junsu pushes his finger in beside Yoochun’s dick, Yunho visibly flinches and begins to look panicky but both the Lieutenant’s know they won’t stop for anything now.
‘Shh, it’s alright,’ Junsu coos in his ear, ‘We’re going to share you, just like you wanted.’ And Yunho muffles a sob into his hand because this is not what he meant at all.
Yoochun moves to sit up, pulling Yunho’s hands away from his face and kissing at his tear streaked cheeks.
‘Don’t cry, we just both want you so much,’ He soothes, ‘it’ll hurt a lot less if you relax.
‘Don’t you want to feel both of us, moving inside you? Filling you up?’ Junsu asks into his ear.
Yunho doesn’t say anything, just hangs his head on Yoochun’s shoulder. He hasn’t cried for a long time, not since his mother died and he feels so embarrassed and scared. Junsu starts to press in another finger and just when both men think that it will never fit, it slips in and presses against a spot that makes Yunho groan.
By the time a third finger is in, Yoochun is impatient, thrusting up enjoying the rub against foreign hands and Yunho’s hot walls.
‘Now, Su,’ Yoochun groans and stills to allow the other man better access.
Junsu hooks his fingers outwards, pulling at the entrance- stretching it open to push the blunt head of his cock in. It’s more than a tight squeeze, it’s suffocating to the point of discomfort and he knows that if he’s feeling it, Yunho must be feeling it tenfold. He shoves in forcefully, as much as he can fit at the angle and Yunho cries out and slumps forward into his Lieutenant’s chest, grappling at the skin.
There’s little Yoochun can do being pinned down by the soldier but he manages to squeeze a hand between their bodies and tries to bring Yunho back to hardness. Junsu begins tentatively, he plants his hands as firmly as he can either side of the two bodies beneath him and roll his hips. He can feel the underside of his cock rubbing almost painfully against Yoochun’s and knows the feeling must be mutual, so he rocks forward harder.
Yoochun’s skilful hands begin to distract Yunho and he finds himself propping up his upper body over the Lieutenant’s, causing Junsu to slide in at a more pleasurable angle. His balls rub against Yoochun’s lower stomach with every thrust and the man is dipping a fingertip into his slit, thumb twisting under the crown of his cock and he whimpers. When Junsu begins to pound in earnest he nearly sends all of them into the headboard so he pulls back to rest on his haunches, taking Yunho with him till they’re back to chest, Yunho riding both men’s cocks.
They take turns filling him up, both pairs of strong hands keeping the soldier upright as they ride out their pleasure. Yoochun comes first; he’s been hard for a while now having only come once before down Yunho’s throat and now he can’t hold out any longer. He sits up and yanks the soldier’s head down in a fierce, messy kiss. His tongue trailing over smooth teeth, tugging on soft lips with his own and shoving his way down the man’s throat till he can taste himself from earlier as he releases into Yunho’s tight hole. The sensation of hot cum triggers Yunho to start clenching and soon Junsu is spilling himself into the man, thrusts becoming erratic and hard, the friction smoothed slightly by the cum and tinges of blood seeping from Yunho’s entrance. That sight alone has Junsu groaning loudly and reaching down to scoop up the mixture and smear it over Yunho’s lips as he rides out the last waves of his intense orgasm.
Yunho licks the cum and blood off his lips and into his mouth quickly, returning to kiss Yoochun, he’s still hard and wants the hand on his cock to move faster. He feels Junsu slowly pull out and the man lifts Yunho up and away from Yoochun, his ass empty of anything but the cum seeping down his thighs. The Lieutenant General nudges him until he shifts forward on his hands and knees and glances down to see his other commanding officer scoot down the bed until his face is level with his pulsing member. Yoochun chooses that moment to glance up and flash a smile at the wide-eyed soldier before sucking the length into his mouth.
Yunho cries out, back arching and then suddenly a warm tongue is dipping it’s way into his sore body, no doubt laving at the blood and cum there. Junsu cups at his balls, squeezing gently and nuzzling his face deeper into the soldier’s backside, sucking at the raw skin, his tongue extending further to taste the man. Yoochun chooses that precise moment to drag his tongue through his slit and give a particularly harsh suck on his cock and Yunho can’t help but to thrust forward. He doesn’t care if he gets punished later for coming without permission, he’s too far gone and with a sharp thrust he’s coming with a loud cry, his cock slipping out of Yoochun’s mouth to rub against his lips, spurting his load over Yoochun’s neck when he arches back against Junsu.
Yoochun shuffles back up, pulling the shaking soldier to lie against his body. He hears a sharp scraping noise and turns to see Junsu moving the other bed to line up with theirs, laying a blanket over the thin divide and urging Yunho to lie in the middle. His eyes are beginning to close in sleep when he feels a damp cloth moving between his thighs, cleaning him up and he jolts when Junsu’s prods a finger inside him, rubbing some kind of ointment into the sore area.
Junsu throws the wet cloth at Yoochun when he’s done and gestures towards his neck, Yoochun gently touching the wet cum at his neck and looking surprised as though he had forgotten Yunho had come all over him.
“Clean yourself up,’ Junsu orders before lying down beside Yunho.
Yoochun offers his hand to Yunho who quickly takes the digits into his mouth, sucking them clean.
‘Yunho will clean me up, won’t you Yunho?’ Yoochun asks smiling, already knowing the answer but loving it none the less when Yunho says, ‘Yes, sir!’ and begins lapping his own cum off Yoochun’s neck.
Junsu laughs and strokes lazy circles along Yunho’s back.
‘Such a good toy,’ Junsu praises, ‘I’m sure we can learn to share you properly from now on.’
/siiiiighs/ only one last part to go! She says this fic in this verse needs to be laid to rest. Not to worry, i’m sure i’ll be able to coerce her into writing something equally awesome soon enough ;) until then, enjoy the ot3 ^^
Comments are ♥ /throws confetti/ (lol, even if she is lazy to reply to them xD)