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Title: Etchings(2/6)
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): HoMin, YooSu, JaeHo, YooMin, JaeSu, MinSu, OT5
Verse: Acts
Summary: Six scenes. Five men. A lifetime.
Chapter 1
A heavy hand clamps over his shoulder, startling the shit out of him and really, Yoochun should know better than to sneak up on him, no matter his amazing powers of deception. Silent footwork is creepy, especially in the landing bay. The place is usually full of people - only at dusk, when they all go to pray, does he dare stick around, the metal outlines of a fighter sharp reminiscence under his hands.
He can't pretend he doesn't miss flying, no matter how he tries to hide it from the others. Obviously, he's not doing a great job, if Yoochun's presence is anything to go by.
"We need to get you a girl, Su-su," the other man sing-songs, looping his other hand around his arm and dragging him away from the toolbox.
Junsu winces at the sudden strain of sore muscles, body unused to the cramped spaces and tight lines of a fighter after such a long absence. He turns the grimace into a cheeky smile as Yoochun looks back at him. "Ah, but then who would put up with you?"
"Jaejoong," the other man replies with a shrug. "Or Min, or Yunho..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point." He smirks, dodging out of his grasp to grab a wrench only to find his arm twisted in a gentled grip. The other man could probably break his bones without trying too hard. Junsu knows better than to fear him.
Lips twist into a smirk. "But they're all busy, so you'll have to do."
He sighs like a long-suffering victim, holding up the tool with a vaguely hopefully expression. "Help me?"
Yoochun's breath is warm against his ear, the other man smelling like heat and soap and smoke. It's tempting, too tempting, and Yoochun knows it, the bastard. "I had something else in mind," he drawls, and where Jaejoong has his beauty, Min his youth and Yunho his strength, Yoochun has his voice. It ripples over his skin like a drug, divine and sinful and enthralling.
He's powerless - has been from day one - and doesn't mind it.
"I need a shower, first," he mutters, reason and desire clashing somewhere along the way until his own voice sounds choked and hesitant.
The other man licks full lips, freeing the wrench from his hand and letting it fall to the ground with a dull clunk. "I can help you with that."
Eyes fluttering closed, Junsu makes some attempt at protest, his body reminding him that as lovely as the idea of sex is, Yoochun's lust is going to leave him with some very sore muscles come tomorrow. A warm hand cuts him off, sliding over the bare skin of his stomach and into the front of his trousers. "Don't worry, Susu. I'll take care of you."
A gasp catches in his throat, cheeks flushing with warmth almost instantly. Oh gods. He nods weakly, knees feeling as though they could give out at any moment and it's embarrassing. After all these years, he's still as randy as a schoolboy in love. He still wants them just as desperately and he still takes them like it's the last time.
"Lead the way," he agrees in the end, slow in acquiescing but aware that Yoochun is damn stubborn enough to wait until he does. Explicitly. Enthusiastically.
He's dizzy enough with the other man's touch that he barely notices as Yoochun leads him from the bay, fingers twined through his own, every glance he turns to give Junsu smoldering and enough to make the younger man's breath catch.
They end up in one of the bathing rooms, Yoochun drawing him inside and fastening the latch behind them.
"Showers are next door," he points out, a little confused, a little slow. Steam rises around them, sweet scented air and oil vials throwing warm shadows around the room.
Yoochun smiles, reaching for his own shirt and throwing it to the ground. "You'll enjoy this more. I promise."
Trying not become distracted by the smooth expanse of Yoochun's chest, Junsu blinks, accusing weakly, "You planned this."
Fingers hook under his shirt, drawing it up and over his head, Yoochun's touch skimming his sides and shoulders. "And Changmin says you're an idiot..."
"He does not!" It's a weak retort, but then Yoochun is bending to flick his tongue over his nipple and all thought escapes him. It could be that Changmin is right, on some level. It could be that he should feel indignant and upset but it's so easy to forget when their lover reaches over his back and down, fingers like claws against his skin. "Chunnie... gods..."
A smirk lingers on swollen red lips and then Yoochun is kissing him silent, pressing their hips into such close contact.
"I miss touching you," Yoochun murmurs, rocking his hips forward. "Miss feeling you under my hands." He says the words as if it's been years rather than days, a hand slipping to cup Junsu's nape. The other works at his trousers, unzipping them and working them from Junsu's hips.
"You're insatiable," he accuses softly, hands grasping Yoochun's shoulders for support. "You should... exercise some restraint."
Laughter echoes against his chest, his lover's hand tight against his cock. "Sure about that?" His voice is deep, lustful... needy. It makes Junsu's knees grow even weaker. Yoochun's arm winds around his waist, holding him close, holding him upright. "Come on. The hot water's going to feel so good on your skin."
The pool is deeper than it looks, heat radiating over his skin, but far from scalding. It's a happy medium and he lets himself go into it, into the warmth of Yoochun's arms. The other man pulls him forward and away from the edge, until his feet barely touch the floor.
"Yoochun..."
"I've got you." Legs spread his own. "I'm right here."
Full lips meet his own, strong arms wrapped around his body, keeping him above water as Yoochun nudges his legs further apart, lifts one to hook around his hip. The warm water laps at their joined mouths, dampening their hair and encasing them both in delicious heat.
He trembles in half-shameful fear, clinging to the other man's shoulders as he's led to the opposite wall. Water laps around his neck, wetting his lips. With his back against the stone, and Yoochun in front of him, he can almost breath easily again.
A hand cups him under the water, sliding over his thighs without pausing. "You're so tense, Su-ah."
He doesn't respond, heart still thudding in his chest, even as Yoochun's touch startles a small moan out of him. He manages to relax the death grip he has on Yoochun's shoulders, if only incrementally. "Don't let me go under," he tells the other man quickly and quietly, eyes darting to meet Yoochun's gaze before slipping away.
"You trust me, don't you?" his lover breathes against his cheek. "I won't let go, no matter what." Yoochun's voice is deep and smooth, like the ripples in a quiet pond and it tugs at Junsu's resilience, slowly working him undone. His knees are lifted, made to wrap around a fine waist and the other man gasps, his cock brushing Junsu's under the water. A hand comes up to brush his cheek, Yoochun's weight keeping him against the wall, along with their position.
Junsu covers the hand with his own, meeting dark eyes. He does trust him. With his life, his body, his heart. A small smile, something in him easing enough to attempt a shaky jab. "Did you bring me in here just to look at me?"
"No," Yoochun breathes, so close Junsu can taste every word. "I brought you here to help you relax, love." Fingers stroke his hip and below, reaching between his thighs to press against him quick and sharp. "When you're tense... like you are now," he ducks his head, finishing the sentence against Junsu's ear, "you tremble when I touch you here."
"Gods, Yoochun..." Junsu groans, head tipping back as he shudders, the other man's voice making his cock twitch with want. "Please...kiss me..."
Yoochun takes his mouth without hesitation, all passion and sin and the wet slide of his tongue against Junsu's own. The other man's lips are full and stained red, swollen as Junsu sucks on the bottom one, tasting the sugar and sweet and spice that is his lover. The other man's touch continues to tease his entrance, stroking the cleft of his ass in hint of what's to come.
The trembling doesn't stop, it can't. He's nervous and always will be, but he loves Yoochun, loves him like he loves Changmin and the others, and he'll never stop trembling it they don't tell him to. In his lover's eyes, in the way he bites his bottom lip, he thinks he sees his desire peak with each shudder. He thinks Yoochun actually likes it.
Two fingers breach him, slowly, a counterpoint to everything his lover represents.
"So tight, Su-ah," he hisses. "So good."
The lust in the man's voice belies his gentle touch, slowly working in and out, stroking him just where it will make him buck and gasp. It's almost hypnotic, the warm water lapping against their bodies, the rhythm Yoochun sets, the soft panting of their breath.
A third finger enters him after a long few moments, drawing a cry from his lips as Yoochun presses just there.
"Shh," his lover chuckles, shaking with him for the first time. "Relax. You're supposed to relax."
You try to relax when I'm fucking you, he wants to snap back but finds all capacity for coherent speech lost in his kiss. Hands grasp the edge of the pool for support, letting Yoochun do with him as he pleases. Love you. I love you.
Yoochun's hand withdraws to take its place on Junsu's hip, allowing the other man a brief moan at the loss of contact. In the next moment, he's hissing through his teeth as Yoochun's cock nudges at his entrance, pressing forward to fill him, slow but sure.
"Ch-chunnie," he chokes out, fingers tight against the rough edge of the bath.
He sees thick veins stand out in his lover's neck, fingers shaking and heated as he tries not to hurt him. One of these days, he'll have to remind Yoochun he can't hurt him even if he tries, that they're a unique, perfect unit, the five of them. That he shouldn't worry so much.
But not today, not while he can barely gasp for breath for the pressure in his body, the knowledge that he's being taken in the most primal way known to man. "Oh gods, Chunnie-please, please..."
There's the barest pause, once Yoochun is seated deep inside him, filling him completely, and Junsu could almost cry from the frustration of Yoochun's still hips, fingernails digging into his shoulder.
And then Yoochun moves.
He has none of Changmin's playfulness, nor Yunho's intensity, but he's raw like Jaejoong and passionate, desire so evident in his eyes and in the way he snaps his hips under the water that Junsu has to look away, eyes closed to savor the moment. He can't remember ever being taken like this, but it's possibly a lie. It's possible Yoochun is like this always, he'll just never get used to it. To the ardent pressure of his kisses, to the brutal thrusts that send him into the wall, head dully hitting the edge.
Yoochun cups a hand behind his head to keep him from cracking his skull, the motion simultaneously bringing him forward into another burning kiss, a particularly forceful thrust leaving stars behind his eyes. Dimly, Junsu is away of a low litany of pleas falling from his lips, tripping and stumbling over the syllables until it's one low keen of want.
Their bodies collide under the water, one arm angling his hips so he can slide even deeper, hitting that spot inside him that has him curling his toes and arching his back as if he can't decide whether he's trying to break free or get closer.
Watching him darkly, Yoochun moves his hips, dragging him forward until he's lying horizontal on the water, staring at the ceiling and barely seeing anything. He can't decide if he's going to come or get a heart attack. He can't decide if he cares if it means Yoochun will keep fucking him like this.
And Yoochun knows, he always knows, him and Jaejoong and their damned intuition and a hand curls around his erection, pulling him once, twice and he's coming with a cry. Yoochun slides an arm around his waist, pulls him close so that he doesn't drown himself and shudders, filling him with a low moan and what sounds like a sob.
Weak and tired, he barely manages to return the favor, his arms around Yoochun feeling more like lead prosthetics than his own limbs. The other man is warm to the touch, heart pounding loudly in his chest and whimpers heavy on his lips as they separate once more.
"Did I hurt you?" he breathes, voice low yet echoing off the walls. Junsu blushes, knowing his own cries were much louder.
"No," he murmurs, pressing the words against Yoochun's jaw. "You damn near killed me, but you didn't hurt me."
Yoochun laughs softly, some of the uncertainty fading from his voice. An arm slips under Junsu's knees, walking them to shallower waters. He sits along the low marble steps, drawing Junsu into his lap.
"I've got you," he repeats, the words hanging limp but far from meaningless between them. Pressed together, Junsu lets his head fall back onto his lover's shoulder, giving himself over to the lull of the aftermath.
Their hands tangle together warmly, palm to palm over his heart. Junsu allows himself a brave chuckle. "Keep dreaming, Chunnie."
There's a moment of silence before Yoochun's hand presses over the thudding in his chest. Lips by his ear whisper, seduction faded and naked honesty in its place. "It's okay. You have me, too."
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): HoMin, YooSu, JaeHo, YooMin, JaeSu, MinSu, OT5
Verse: Acts
Summary: Six scenes. Five men. A lifetime.
Chapter 1
A heavy hand clamps over his shoulder, startling the shit out of him and really, Yoochun should know better than to sneak up on him, no matter his amazing powers of deception. Silent footwork is creepy, especially in the landing bay. The place is usually full of people - only at dusk, when they all go to pray, does he dare stick around, the metal outlines of a fighter sharp reminiscence under his hands.
He can't pretend he doesn't miss flying, no matter how he tries to hide it from the others. Obviously, he's not doing a great job, if Yoochun's presence is anything to go by.
"We need to get you a girl, Su-su," the other man sing-songs, looping his other hand around his arm and dragging him away from the toolbox.
Junsu winces at the sudden strain of sore muscles, body unused to the cramped spaces and tight lines of a fighter after such a long absence. He turns the grimace into a cheeky smile as Yoochun looks back at him. "Ah, but then who would put up with you?"
"Jaejoong," the other man replies with a shrug. "Or Min, or Yunho..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point." He smirks, dodging out of his grasp to grab a wrench only to find his arm twisted in a gentled grip. The other man could probably break his bones without trying too hard. Junsu knows better than to fear him.
Lips twist into a smirk. "But they're all busy, so you'll have to do."
He sighs like a long-suffering victim, holding up the tool with a vaguely hopefully expression. "Help me?"
Yoochun's breath is warm against his ear, the other man smelling like heat and soap and smoke. It's tempting, too tempting, and Yoochun knows it, the bastard. "I had something else in mind," he drawls, and where Jaejoong has his beauty, Min his youth and Yunho his strength, Yoochun has his voice. It ripples over his skin like a drug, divine and sinful and enthralling.
He's powerless - has been from day one - and doesn't mind it.
"I need a shower, first," he mutters, reason and desire clashing somewhere along the way until his own voice sounds choked and hesitant.
The other man licks full lips, freeing the wrench from his hand and letting it fall to the ground with a dull clunk. "I can help you with that."
Eyes fluttering closed, Junsu makes some attempt at protest, his body reminding him that as lovely as the idea of sex is, Yoochun's lust is going to leave him with some very sore muscles come tomorrow. A warm hand cuts him off, sliding over the bare skin of his stomach and into the front of his trousers. "Don't worry, Susu. I'll take care of you."
A gasp catches in his throat, cheeks flushing with warmth almost instantly. Oh gods. He nods weakly, knees feeling as though they could give out at any moment and it's embarrassing. After all these years, he's still as randy as a schoolboy in love. He still wants them just as desperately and he still takes them like it's the last time.
"Lead the way," he agrees in the end, slow in acquiescing but aware that Yoochun is damn stubborn enough to wait until he does. Explicitly. Enthusiastically.
He's dizzy enough with the other man's touch that he barely notices as Yoochun leads him from the bay, fingers twined through his own, every glance he turns to give Junsu smoldering and enough to make the younger man's breath catch.
They end up in one of the bathing rooms, Yoochun drawing him inside and fastening the latch behind them.
"Showers are next door," he points out, a little confused, a little slow. Steam rises around them, sweet scented air and oil vials throwing warm shadows around the room.
Yoochun smiles, reaching for his own shirt and throwing it to the ground. "You'll enjoy this more. I promise."
Trying not become distracted by the smooth expanse of Yoochun's chest, Junsu blinks, accusing weakly, "You planned this."
Fingers hook under his shirt, drawing it up and over his head, Yoochun's touch skimming his sides and shoulders. "And Changmin says you're an idiot..."
"He does not!" It's a weak retort, but then Yoochun is bending to flick his tongue over his nipple and all thought escapes him. It could be that Changmin is right, on some level. It could be that he should feel indignant and upset but it's so easy to forget when their lover reaches over his back and down, fingers like claws against his skin. "Chunnie... gods..."
A smirk lingers on swollen red lips and then Yoochun is kissing him silent, pressing their hips into such close contact.
"I miss touching you," Yoochun murmurs, rocking his hips forward. "Miss feeling you under my hands." He says the words as if it's been years rather than days, a hand slipping to cup Junsu's nape. The other works at his trousers, unzipping them and working them from Junsu's hips.
"You're insatiable," he accuses softly, hands grasping Yoochun's shoulders for support. "You should... exercise some restraint."
Laughter echoes against his chest, his lover's hand tight against his cock. "Sure about that?" His voice is deep, lustful... needy. It makes Junsu's knees grow even weaker. Yoochun's arm winds around his waist, holding him close, holding him upright. "Come on. The hot water's going to feel so good on your skin."
The pool is deeper than it looks, heat radiating over his skin, but far from scalding. It's a happy medium and he lets himself go into it, into the warmth of Yoochun's arms. The other man pulls him forward and away from the edge, until his feet barely touch the floor.
"Yoochun..."
"I've got you." Legs spread his own. "I'm right here."
Full lips meet his own, strong arms wrapped around his body, keeping him above water as Yoochun nudges his legs further apart, lifts one to hook around his hip. The warm water laps at their joined mouths, dampening their hair and encasing them both in delicious heat.
He trembles in half-shameful fear, clinging to the other man's shoulders as he's led to the opposite wall. Water laps around his neck, wetting his lips. With his back against the stone, and Yoochun in front of him, he can almost breath easily again.
A hand cups him under the water, sliding over his thighs without pausing. "You're so tense, Su-ah."
He doesn't respond, heart still thudding in his chest, even as Yoochun's touch startles a small moan out of him. He manages to relax the death grip he has on Yoochun's shoulders, if only incrementally. "Don't let me go under," he tells the other man quickly and quietly, eyes darting to meet Yoochun's gaze before slipping away.
"You trust me, don't you?" his lover breathes against his cheek. "I won't let go, no matter what." Yoochun's voice is deep and smooth, like the ripples in a quiet pond and it tugs at Junsu's resilience, slowly working him undone. His knees are lifted, made to wrap around a fine waist and the other man gasps, his cock brushing Junsu's under the water. A hand comes up to brush his cheek, Yoochun's weight keeping him against the wall, along with their position.
Junsu covers the hand with his own, meeting dark eyes. He does trust him. With his life, his body, his heart. A small smile, something in him easing enough to attempt a shaky jab. "Did you bring me in here just to look at me?"
"No," Yoochun breathes, so close Junsu can taste every word. "I brought you here to help you relax, love." Fingers stroke his hip and below, reaching between his thighs to press against him quick and sharp. "When you're tense... like you are now," he ducks his head, finishing the sentence against Junsu's ear, "you tremble when I touch you here."
"Gods, Yoochun..." Junsu groans, head tipping back as he shudders, the other man's voice making his cock twitch with want. "Please...kiss me..."
Yoochun takes his mouth without hesitation, all passion and sin and the wet slide of his tongue against Junsu's own. The other man's lips are full and stained red, swollen as Junsu sucks on the bottom one, tasting the sugar and sweet and spice that is his lover. The other man's touch continues to tease his entrance, stroking the cleft of his ass in hint of what's to come.
The trembling doesn't stop, it can't. He's nervous and always will be, but he loves Yoochun, loves him like he loves Changmin and the others, and he'll never stop trembling it they don't tell him to. In his lover's eyes, in the way he bites his bottom lip, he thinks he sees his desire peak with each shudder. He thinks Yoochun actually likes it.
Two fingers breach him, slowly, a counterpoint to everything his lover represents.
"So tight, Su-ah," he hisses. "So good."
The lust in the man's voice belies his gentle touch, slowly working in and out, stroking him just where it will make him buck and gasp. It's almost hypnotic, the warm water lapping against their bodies, the rhythm Yoochun sets, the soft panting of their breath.
A third finger enters him after a long few moments, drawing a cry from his lips as Yoochun presses just there.
"Shh," his lover chuckles, shaking with him for the first time. "Relax. You're supposed to relax."
You try to relax when I'm fucking you, he wants to snap back but finds all capacity for coherent speech lost in his kiss. Hands grasp the edge of the pool for support, letting Yoochun do with him as he pleases. Love you. I love you.
Yoochun's hand withdraws to take its place on Junsu's hip, allowing the other man a brief moan at the loss of contact. In the next moment, he's hissing through his teeth as Yoochun's cock nudges at his entrance, pressing forward to fill him, slow but sure.
"Ch-chunnie," he chokes out, fingers tight against the rough edge of the bath.
He sees thick veins stand out in his lover's neck, fingers shaking and heated as he tries not to hurt him. One of these days, he'll have to remind Yoochun he can't hurt him even if he tries, that they're a unique, perfect unit, the five of them. That he shouldn't worry so much.
But not today, not while he can barely gasp for breath for the pressure in his body, the knowledge that he's being taken in the most primal way known to man. "Oh gods, Chunnie-please, please..."
There's the barest pause, once Yoochun is seated deep inside him, filling him completely, and Junsu could almost cry from the frustration of Yoochun's still hips, fingernails digging into his shoulder.
And then Yoochun moves.
He has none of Changmin's playfulness, nor Yunho's intensity, but he's raw like Jaejoong and passionate, desire so evident in his eyes and in the way he snaps his hips under the water that Junsu has to look away, eyes closed to savor the moment. He can't remember ever being taken like this, but it's possibly a lie. It's possible Yoochun is like this always, he'll just never get used to it. To the ardent pressure of his kisses, to the brutal thrusts that send him into the wall, head dully hitting the edge.
Yoochun cups a hand behind his head to keep him from cracking his skull, the motion simultaneously bringing him forward into another burning kiss, a particularly forceful thrust leaving stars behind his eyes. Dimly, Junsu is away of a low litany of pleas falling from his lips, tripping and stumbling over the syllables until it's one low keen of want.
Their bodies collide under the water, one arm angling his hips so he can slide even deeper, hitting that spot inside him that has him curling his toes and arching his back as if he can't decide whether he's trying to break free or get closer.
Watching him darkly, Yoochun moves his hips, dragging him forward until he's lying horizontal on the water, staring at the ceiling and barely seeing anything. He can't decide if he's going to come or get a heart attack. He can't decide if he cares if it means Yoochun will keep fucking him like this.
And Yoochun knows, he always knows, him and Jaejoong and their damned intuition and a hand curls around his erection, pulling him once, twice and he's coming with a cry. Yoochun slides an arm around his waist, pulls him close so that he doesn't drown himself and shudders, filling him with a low moan and what sounds like a sob.
Weak and tired, he barely manages to return the favor, his arms around Yoochun feeling more like lead prosthetics than his own limbs. The other man is warm to the touch, heart pounding loudly in his chest and whimpers heavy on his lips as they separate once more.
"Did I hurt you?" he breathes, voice low yet echoing off the walls. Junsu blushes, knowing his own cries were much louder.
"No," he murmurs, pressing the words against Yoochun's jaw. "You damn near killed me, but you didn't hurt me."
Yoochun laughs softly, some of the uncertainty fading from his voice. An arm slips under Junsu's knees, walking them to shallower waters. He sits along the low marble steps, drawing Junsu into his lap.
"I've got you," he repeats, the words hanging limp but far from meaningless between them. Pressed together, Junsu lets his head fall back onto his lover's shoulder, giving himself over to the lull of the aftermath.
Their hands tangle together warmly, palm to palm over his heart. Junsu allows himself a brave chuckle. "Keep dreaming, Chunnie."
There's a moment of silence before Yoochun's hand presses over the thudding in his chest. Lips by his ear whisper, seduction faded and naked honesty in its place. "It's okay. You have me, too."