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Title: Etchings (5/6)
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 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
The room's high windows are both a blessing and a curse. The former after so many years shut up in a dark, creaking boat of a ship, the latter when the sunlight spills into his eyes, yanking him out of lazy sleep and into the morning air. Growling softly under his breath, Jaejoong turns to press his cheek against the pillow, shutting his eyes against the insistent rays and reaching blindly for the warm body at his side.
The soft snores and skinny limbs identify Junsu and Jaejoong smiles sleepily, moving closer to tuck his face into the younger's shoulder.
He's far from quiet and he knows this annoys his lovers as much as it amuses them, their sleep rarely interrupted by things as pleasant as a kiss or a gentle hand, especially in times like these. Out of all, however, Junsu is perhaps the only one who comes close to his antics, even sleepily offering him his back in a sign of 'do not disturb'.
Instead of taking the hint, Jaejoong takes it as a challenge, trailing kisses between the younger man's shoulder blades. If he can't sleep, neither shall anybody else.
"Su..." He snakes a hand around the other's waist, stroking his stomach. "Wake up..."
"Go away," the other man moans in his sleep, kicking back against the sheets but thankfully not against Jaejoong. Who knew mechanics from Piraeus had such sharp heels - or such cold feet. "'m trying to sleep."
Trying isn't good enough, Jaejoong rules, pulling at the sheet until Junsu's bare skin is uncovered to the cool air of their bedchamber. The other man's body is a sight, even with the pretense of sleep hanging between them and it serves as sole incentive to make Jaejoong stir to wakefulness.
He expects Junsu to return the favor.
Instead the other man curls up in a ball, eyes remaining stubbornly shut, one hand groping for the covers.
Jaejoong bites his shoulder in reprimand for still playing. He's never had much patience. Wrapping his fingers around Junsu's length, he's pleased to find the other in the throes of a morning erection, Junsu letting out a breathy little sigh at the contact.
Asleep, my ass.
"Wake up," he coos, biting his lover's ear playfully. "What dream can possibly be as good as this?" It's pretentious and rare, but he whispers the words with as much conviction as he can, kissing the other man's neck and willing him to stop pretending. Morning isn't nearly as much fun when he is on his own.
A long suffering sigh, as if he's asking for the Empire on a silver platter, rather than slow, sweet wake-up sex. Junsu turns to him, shifts in his arms, and his eyes are open and clear, not a trace of sleep to be found.
"Happy?" he grumps, lower lip sticking out in a pout to rival Yoochun's.
It doesn't work. Jaejoong is immune by now.
Grinning in response, he returns his hand to Junsu's cock, long fingers stroking him to full hardness. "I'll make it worth your effort," he snorts in promise, knowing his lover too well to doubt the charade is anything more than that.
Junsu makes a show of looking displeased, arching an eyebrow in a gesture that is all Yunho and keeping his lips in a tight line no matter how much he wants to smile. Changmin must've taught him that and Jaejoong makes a note to remember to kick their lover's ass for that one. Or at least kiss him silly.
But Junsu is only an imitator, and Jaejoong knows more than well how to play his hand.
"Su..." he breathes, running his thumb over the head of his cock, precome slick against his skin. A open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, his ear, sucking lightly. "Don't you want me?"
"That's cheating," he hears after a moment's pause, Junsu sounding predictably choked. If it weren't for the bed beneath them, his lover would be sliding to the ground, a sigh on his lips. Jaejoong has seen it happen before, has been the cause of it. He feels no shame for manipulating the other man into his grasp. Junsu wouldn't allow it if he didn't want it.
"So call my bluff," he teases, moving his lips to the other man's shoulder, over the bite marks he or the others left there last night.
The only response he gets is a soft moans, Junsu squirming against him as he tries to heighten their contact. "Jae..."
A kiss to his lips to silence him gets out of hand, long and languid, tongues stroking idly against one another. He loves Junsu in the mornings; he's almost as pliable as Yoochun, who he's quite certain has slept through their early encounters before, soft and sweet. Jaejoong runs a hand over warm skin, smiling into the kiss at the ways Junsu curls toward it.
"Good dreams?" he teases, not so far gone as to forget the nightmares that used to keep the other man awake night after night on the Cerberus, and later, on Piraeus.
Junsu nods quickly, lips parted and red from their kiss, thighs opening to welcome his touch. He's beautiful like this, utterly unguarded and seeking his own pleasure rather than worrying about his partners. Tugging one leg over his own waist, Jaejoong can't help think he prefers him this way and thus a reward is in order.
The first press of his fingers between his legs and dark eyes snap open, focusing on him with some difficulty. "Very opportunistic, Jae."
Jaejoong lets his mouth fall open in pretend shock, as if the words utterly wound him. "Who, me?" He punctuates the words with a slight tightening of his hand around Junsu's cock. It draws a gasp and glare from his lover, a particularly strong shove sending him to his back on the bed and for a second he fears he misread the signals.
Old panic fades quickly under the weight of another body, strong thighs parting to straddle his own half-hardened erection. "You always stay behind to wake me up," Junsu accuses, settling over him with a gasp as their cocks brush wet and warm and desperate for friction. "Call this payback."
Jaejoong purrs, heels digging into the soft mattress, the chill in the room leaving his nipples hard, one hand coming up to tug idly at the piercing.
"Do your worst."
His lover takes the invitation as a challenge, sucking two fingers into his mouth and reaching back where Jaejoong can't see. His cock twitches in response, eyes focused on Junsu intently because to miss the expression that washes over the other man's features would be pure sin.
Junsu bites his lip, too used to holding back his moans to let them go freely. It's only when Jaejoong presses the oil into his hand that he chuckles, breathless and choked with his own arousal.
"And why should I be doing all the work? If it weren't for you, I'd still be sleeping," he teases, all glittering eyes and honey-sweet lust.
Growling under his breath, Jaejoong pushes Junsu's chest until he's lying back on the bed, kneeling between his legs and slicking his fingers. Hair hanging in his eyes, he replaces the ghost of Junsu's touch with his own, slipping in an oiled finger gentle but quick.
Hands pin his shoulders to the bed, Junsu arching his back and thrusting against his hand, picking up the rhythm immediately. Gods, he's gorgeous like this, all abandon and heat, limbs slick with sweat and a dizzy smile on his lips. So free with his desires. Jaejoong watches him appreciatively, tightening his grip on the vial of oil. It's a surprise he doesn't break the glass.
"I love your hands," he hears, Junsu licking his lips wetly. "Love your fingers." Any other time and his lover would be blushing. He's too far gone for that now.
Jaejoong swallows in a dry throat, adds a second, then a third as Junsu relaxes beneath him. He could do this for hours, twist his fingers just there, watching Junsu moan and writhe beneath him under the force of his pleasure. But his own need is insistent, and he can't be apart from him for much longer.
"Come here, babe," he whispers, drawing the other man up to sit astride him, Junsu almost protesting the movement, eyes hooded and dark. His movements are shaky, length slick with precome and Jaejoong nearly comes from the sight of him.
Junsu's breath leaves him in a rush, one hand poised over his stomach, the other grasping Jaejoong's erection firmly. He lowers himself down slowly, measured movements setting a fire in their veins. The contrast is palpable from before, a new sense of urgency fueling Junsu's movements, the back and forth motion of his hips.
"Love this too, yeah?" Jaejoong breathes, his grin slipping from his lips.
"Smug...bastard..." Junsu grits out, muscles in his legs twitching from the strain, but it's said with fond exasperation, with thick want. Jaejoong bites his lower lip, eyes closed as he lets the sensations crawl over his skin like the crackle of electricity, breathing hard.
"Love me anyway," he retorts, tightening his muscles and thrusting up as far as he can, as deep as he can into the tight body poised above him. It's pure heat and lust that drives him, love slowing the fever before it takes them over. Sex is a race he seldom wants to finish, despite the pleasure, because it means letting go.
Junsu moans his approval, palming his erection in the rhythm of his thrusts and if he was sleepy before, it doesn't show now. A hand searches for Jaejoong's, twining slick fingers together as soft grunts of pleasure fall from his lips, clenching around Jaejoong's cock. So innocent, their Su, until you have him in a cockpit or between the sheets and then it's only sex and confidence, enough to do them all in.
But if this is how he goes, Jaejoong is ready and willing and thinks the three other men in his life won't begrudge him for it. Junsu leans back on his hands above him, the angle changing completely and drawing a cry from thin lips in a language Jaejoong doesn't understand.
"Come on, Su-ah," he encourages, biting his lips to swallow his own moans. Junsu's are addictive enough. "So beautiful, I wanna see you..." His words are turning to nonsense, the look and feel of the other man too much for him to last, but he wants, he needs Junsu to fall with him.
Bracing himself on an elbow, he grasps a thin waist, pushing his hips forward as fast and as hard as he can.
His lover obliges, letting go and pressing himself down roughly until his muscles tighten pleasurably, brow creased in concentration and the instinctive desire to bring them over the edge. A cry gets lost on his lips, head thrown back and gasping for breath as every tendon clenches, blood rushing to his groin and he spills over their joined bodies harshly.
A few more desperate thrusts, Junsu's muscles clenching around him, and Jaejoong follows, hissing between his teeth as he falls weakly back to the mattress, panting as if he's just run a marathon. And suddenly he doesn't want to do anything but go right back to sleep.
From the sight Junsu's position where he lies sprawled over his legs, he figures he's not the only one. Especially if the hand lazily stroking his stomach is anything to go by.
"Don't you dare," his lover threatens, wet fingers slipping over his navel.
Jaejoong hooks an arm around his waist, tugging him down to the bed gently, keeping himself inside the other man. Just for awhile. He nuzzles Junsu's shoulder. "Come on, Su, we can have a lazy morning. Get back some of the sleep you lost."
Hot lips press against his temple, over his forehead, Junsu relaxing over his body. "I'm that good?" he breathes, chuckling low in his throat. "Or you're just that lazy?" But still he makes no move to shift away, staring down at him through lowered lashes. "Fine... you get to explain it to Yoochun."
Jaejoong hums, leaning up for a quick kiss before letting himself sink back into the mattress, eyes closed. "Chunnie's fucked you. No explanation required."
Now, Junsu blushes. Now, he hides his face between the pillow and Jaejoong's shoulder, lips warming the skin. "Chunnie might have liked you to share," he counters, and Jaejoong can't decide if he sounds smug or embarrassed.
Jaejoong turns, pushing him into the mattress and the pillows, kissing him silent. "You can help me make it up to him later. Right now, you're all mine."
All further objections end against his lips, Jaejoong making good on his promise.
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 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
The room's high windows are both a blessing and a curse. The former after so many years shut up in a dark, creaking boat of a ship, the latter when the sunlight spills into his eyes, yanking him out of lazy sleep and into the morning air. Growling softly under his breath, Jaejoong turns to press his cheek against the pillow, shutting his eyes against the insistent rays and reaching blindly for the warm body at his side.
The soft snores and skinny limbs identify Junsu and Jaejoong smiles sleepily, moving closer to tuck his face into the younger's shoulder.
He's far from quiet and he knows this annoys his lovers as much as it amuses them, their sleep rarely interrupted by things as pleasant as a kiss or a gentle hand, especially in times like these. Out of all, however, Junsu is perhaps the only one who comes close to his antics, even sleepily offering him his back in a sign of 'do not disturb'.
Instead of taking the hint, Jaejoong takes it as a challenge, trailing kisses between the younger man's shoulder blades. If he can't sleep, neither shall anybody else.
"Su..." He snakes a hand around the other's waist, stroking his stomach. "Wake up..."
"Go away," the other man moans in his sleep, kicking back against the sheets but thankfully not against Jaejoong. Who knew mechanics from Piraeus had such sharp heels - or such cold feet. "'m trying to sleep."
Trying isn't good enough, Jaejoong rules, pulling at the sheet until Junsu's bare skin is uncovered to the cool air of their bedchamber. The other man's body is a sight, even with the pretense of sleep hanging between them and it serves as sole incentive to make Jaejoong stir to wakefulness.
He expects Junsu to return the favor.
Instead the other man curls up in a ball, eyes remaining stubbornly shut, one hand groping for the covers.
Jaejoong bites his shoulder in reprimand for still playing. He's never had much patience. Wrapping his fingers around Junsu's length, he's pleased to find the other in the throes of a morning erection, Junsu letting out a breathy little sigh at the contact.
Asleep, my ass.
"Wake up," he coos, biting his lover's ear playfully. "What dream can possibly be as good as this?" It's pretentious and rare, but he whispers the words with as much conviction as he can, kissing the other man's neck and willing him to stop pretending. Morning isn't nearly as much fun when he is on his own.
A long suffering sigh, as if he's asking for the Empire on a silver platter, rather than slow, sweet wake-up sex. Junsu turns to him, shifts in his arms, and his eyes are open and clear, not a trace of sleep to be found.
"Happy?" he grumps, lower lip sticking out in a pout to rival Yoochun's.
It doesn't work. Jaejoong is immune by now.
Grinning in response, he returns his hand to Junsu's cock, long fingers stroking him to full hardness. "I'll make it worth your effort," he snorts in promise, knowing his lover too well to doubt the charade is anything more than that.
Junsu makes a show of looking displeased, arching an eyebrow in a gesture that is all Yunho and keeping his lips in a tight line no matter how much he wants to smile. Changmin must've taught him that and Jaejoong makes a note to remember to kick their lover's ass for that one. Or at least kiss him silly.
But Junsu is only an imitator, and Jaejoong knows more than well how to play his hand.
"Su..." he breathes, running his thumb over the head of his cock, precome slick against his skin. A open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, his ear, sucking lightly. "Don't you want me?"
"That's cheating," he hears after a moment's pause, Junsu sounding predictably choked. If it weren't for the bed beneath them, his lover would be sliding to the ground, a sigh on his lips. Jaejoong has seen it happen before, has been the cause of it. He feels no shame for manipulating the other man into his grasp. Junsu wouldn't allow it if he didn't want it.
"So call my bluff," he teases, moving his lips to the other man's shoulder, over the bite marks he or the others left there last night.
The only response he gets is a soft moans, Junsu squirming against him as he tries to heighten their contact. "Jae..."
A kiss to his lips to silence him gets out of hand, long and languid, tongues stroking idly against one another. He loves Junsu in the mornings; he's almost as pliable as Yoochun, who he's quite certain has slept through their early encounters before, soft and sweet. Jaejoong runs a hand over warm skin, smiling into the kiss at the ways Junsu curls toward it.
"Good dreams?" he teases, not so far gone as to forget the nightmares that used to keep the other man awake night after night on the Cerberus, and later, on Piraeus.
Junsu nods quickly, lips parted and red from their kiss, thighs opening to welcome his touch. He's beautiful like this, utterly unguarded and seeking his own pleasure rather than worrying about his partners. Tugging one leg over his own waist, Jaejoong can't help think he prefers him this way and thus a reward is in order.
The first press of his fingers between his legs and dark eyes snap open, focusing on him with some difficulty. "Very opportunistic, Jae."
Jaejoong lets his mouth fall open in pretend shock, as if the words utterly wound him. "Who, me?" He punctuates the words with a slight tightening of his hand around Junsu's cock. It draws a gasp and glare from his lover, a particularly strong shove sending him to his back on the bed and for a second he fears he misread the signals.
Old panic fades quickly under the weight of another body, strong thighs parting to straddle his own half-hardened erection. "You always stay behind to wake me up," Junsu accuses, settling over him with a gasp as their cocks brush wet and warm and desperate for friction. "Call this payback."
Jaejoong purrs, heels digging into the soft mattress, the chill in the room leaving his nipples hard, one hand coming up to tug idly at the piercing.
"Do your worst."
His lover takes the invitation as a challenge, sucking two fingers into his mouth and reaching back where Jaejoong can't see. His cock twitches in response, eyes focused on Junsu intently because to miss the expression that washes over the other man's features would be pure sin.
Junsu bites his lip, too used to holding back his moans to let them go freely. It's only when Jaejoong presses the oil into his hand that he chuckles, breathless and choked with his own arousal.
"And why should I be doing all the work? If it weren't for you, I'd still be sleeping," he teases, all glittering eyes and honey-sweet lust.
Growling under his breath, Jaejoong pushes Junsu's chest until he's lying back on the bed, kneeling between his legs and slicking his fingers. Hair hanging in his eyes, he replaces the ghost of Junsu's touch with his own, slipping in an oiled finger gentle but quick.
Hands pin his shoulders to the bed, Junsu arching his back and thrusting against his hand, picking up the rhythm immediately. Gods, he's gorgeous like this, all abandon and heat, limbs slick with sweat and a dizzy smile on his lips. So free with his desires. Jaejoong watches him appreciatively, tightening his grip on the vial of oil. It's a surprise he doesn't break the glass.
"I love your hands," he hears, Junsu licking his lips wetly. "Love your fingers." Any other time and his lover would be blushing. He's too far gone for that now.
Jaejoong swallows in a dry throat, adds a second, then a third as Junsu relaxes beneath him. He could do this for hours, twist his fingers just there, watching Junsu moan and writhe beneath him under the force of his pleasure. But his own need is insistent, and he can't be apart from him for much longer.
"Come here, babe," he whispers, drawing the other man up to sit astride him, Junsu almost protesting the movement, eyes hooded and dark. His movements are shaky, length slick with precome and Jaejoong nearly comes from the sight of him.
Junsu's breath leaves him in a rush, one hand poised over his stomach, the other grasping Jaejoong's erection firmly. He lowers himself down slowly, measured movements setting a fire in their veins. The contrast is palpable from before, a new sense of urgency fueling Junsu's movements, the back and forth motion of his hips.
"Love this too, yeah?" Jaejoong breathes, his grin slipping from his lips.
"Smug...bastard..." Junsu grits out, muscles in his legs twitching from the strain, but it's said with fond exasperation, with thick want. Jaejoong bites his lower lip, eyes closed as he lets the sensations crawl over his skin like the crackle of electricity, breathing hard.
"Love me anyway," he retorts, tightening his muscles and thrusting up as far as he can, as deep as he can into the tight body poised above him. It's pure heat and lust that drives him, love slowing the fever before it takes them over. Sex is a race he seldom wants to finish, despite the pleasure, because it means letting go.
Junsu moans his approval, palming his erection in the rhythm of his thrusts and if he was sleepy before, it doesn't show now. A hand searches for Jaejoong's, twining slick fingers together as soft grunts of pleasure fall from his lips, clenching around Jaejoong's cock. So innocent, their Su, until you have him in a cockpit or between the sheets and then it's only sex and confidence, enough to do them all in.
But if this is how he goes, Jaejoong is ready and willing and thinks the three other men in his life won't begrudge him for it. Junsu leans back on his hands above him, the angle changing completely and drawing a cry from thin lips in a language Jaejoong doesn't understand.
"Come on, Su-ah," he encourages, biting his lips to swallow his own moans. Junsu's are addictive enough. "So beautiful, I wanna see you..." His words are turning to nonsense, the look and feel of the other man too much for him to last, but he wants, he needs Junsu to fall with him.
Bracing himself on an elbow, he grasps a thin waist, pushing his hips forward as fast and as hard as he can.
His lover obliges, letting go and pressing himself down roughly until his muscles tighten pleasurably, brow creased in concentration and the instinctive desire to bring them over the edge. A cry gets lost on his lips, head thrown back and gasping for breath as every tendon clenches, blood rushing to his groin and he spills over their joined bodies harshly.
A few more desperate thrusts, Junsu's muscles clenching around him, and Jaejoong follows, hissing between his teeth as he falls weakly back to the mattress, panting as if he's just run a marathon. And suddenly he doesn't want to do anything but go right back to sleep.
From the sight Junsu's position where he lies sprawled over his legs, he figures he's not the only one. Especially if the hand lazily stroking his stomach is anything to go by.
"Don't you dare," his lover threatens, wet fingers slipping over his navel.
Jaejoong hooks an arm around his waist, tugging him down to the bed gently, keeping himself inside the other man. Just for awhile. He nuzzles Junsu's shoulder. "Come on, Su, we can have a lazy morning. Get back some of the sleep you lost."
Hot lips press against his temple, over his forehead, Junsu relaxing over his body. "I'm that good?" he breathes, chuckling low in his throat. "Or you're just that lazy?" But still he makes no move to shift away, staring down at him through lowered lashes. "Fine... you get to explain it to Yoochun."
Jaejoong hums, leaning up for a quick kiss before letting himself sink back into the mattress, eyes closed. "Chunnie's fucked you. No explanation required."
Now, Junsu blushes. Now, he hides his face between the pillow and Jaejoong's shoulder, lips warming the skin. "Chunnie might have liked you to share," he counters, and Jaejoong can't decide if he sounds smug or embarrassed.
Jaejoong turns, pushing him into the mattress and the pillows, kissing him silent. "You can help me make it up to him later. Right now, you're all mine."
All further objections end against his lips, Jaejoong making good on his promise.