P.S. (Porn Stars) [6]
Title: P.S. (Porn Stars)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [6/?]
Pairing: Yoosu ::: Yunjae, Other pairings... Come on. It's porn stars. xD
Genre: romantic comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
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P.S. Talk Dirty
"I hate it when they try to finger my ass."
Yoochun choke-laughed around way too many mouthfuls of ramen.
Changmin cringed. "I'm a top for a reason."
"What? Not man enough to take it from behind?"
"No, Yoochun. I'm not. Happy?"
"Quite."
"What about you?"
"Mmm," Yoochun mused between chewing. What did he find annoying about paid sex? There wasn't too much to complain about. Short hours, excellent pay, a little fame, great sex. Seems like a good deal. "I hate when they talk too much."
"Word."
"But I mean, erotic ramblings are okay. Just as long as it's not obviously fake shit they think the viewer wants to hear. Half the time it doesn't make any sense."
" 'Oooh! Who's dick is it? Who's DICK is it?!?! It's MINE!!! Give your pretty cock to daddy's money maker!!' "
Yoochun laughed a little too suddenly and almost choked. "Exactly!"
"So what kind of erotic ramblings are okay?"
"Let's see... Take you for example." He gestured at his friend who peered back cautiously. "You don't ramble but sometimes you say stuff every now and then to humiliate me and it's kinda hot. It's the real Max Changmin, too. Nice and condescending."
Changmin paused. "I don't know how I feel about that..."
" 'Sit on my cock, bitch. That's right. Bounce up and down like a whore. E=mc2, bitch.' "
"You're a freak." To punctuate, Changmin began stabbing at Yoochun with the other side of his chopstick til Yoochun begged for mercy.
Changmin slurped a glob of noodles, dripping spicy broth on the convenient store counter. "Hey, Chun?"
"Yeah?" Sluuurp.
Changmin twirled his chopsticks around in his ramen bowl. "I'm not asking this because I'm incredibly interested. I just kinda wonder."
"Okay."
He looked up to glare. "If you taunt me about this, I swear I will replace all the food in your fridge with kitty litter and twist your head on backwards."
"...Okay."
"...What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"You know...receiving."
Yoochun chewed.
Changmin chewed.
The bell jingled as a customer entered the store.
"Is someone bi-curious?"
"Kitty litter, Yoochun."
"Okay, okay," Yoochun sniggered one last time before Changmin made all his promises come true. "There are perks and there are drawbacks. The obvious advantage is that it feels good."
Changmin's head bobbed attentively.
"And it's nice to hand over the power to someone else once in a while. The bad part kinda depends on the partner, I guess."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh."
"It's always gonna hurt. But if you're with a douche bag, it just makes it worse."
"Have you ever been with an douche bag?"
"No, but I've heard horror stories."
"What if your partner is cool?"
"Then it's okay if it hurts. He's patient and helps you through it so it doesn't hurt quite so much. And then it starts to feel good and it doesn't matter anymore."
Changmin nodded as if he had been thoroughly enlightened. "Do you bottom often?"
Yoochun scratched his head. "In real life, it depends on my partner. I tend to attract bottoms, though. But for some reason I keep bottoming on film."
Changmin grinned. "Maybe cause you keep getting paired with epic stud muffins like me."
Yoochun tapped his chin in mock thought. "Nah, that's not it."
"That's so it and you know it."
"Okay fine, that's it."
"Ha!"
Yoochun picked some vegetables bits from his broth and popped them in his mouth. "Can you imagine someone like Yunho bottoming?"
"Hmm, lemme think about th-HELL no."
Yoochun laughed. "I've been getting more scenes with him lately. Maybe that explains why I've been bottoming so much."
"I had my first scene with Jaejoong the other day." Changmin announced proudly.
"Congrats." Yoochun clapped him on the back. "You're moving up."
"Congrats to you, too, friend." Changmin smiled goofily with cheeks filled with noodles.
"Have you told your girlfriend about your recent accomplishments in the biz?"
"Fuck you, man." Changmin grumbled.
"You already have." Yoochun bat his eyelashes flirtatiously.
"FUCK you!" After Changmin lost his chopstick in Yoochun's hair, he had to go to the cashier for another pair.
"So, does Jaejoong scare you a bit?" Changmin said conversationally once he returned with a new pair of chopsticks.
Yoochun snorted. "Every time he looks at me, I get frost-bitten in my soul. Both of them scare me, actually."
"What? You mean Yunho and Jaejoong?" Changmin split his chopsticks apart with a crisp snap. "Yunho seems like...I dunno. Like a concrete wall of doom. If that makes any sense."
"Yeah. Jaejoong's an ice prince and Yunho's just freaking intimidating." Yoochun shook his head.
"But they go well together somehow. Like, I dunno. It's different when those two are together." Changmin mused. "Have you watched one of their scenes? Like not just on the screen but in the same room next to the director. Intense, man."
"I can imagine." Yoochun mumbled into his ramen bowl.
"I don't get it, though. Yunho's always so rough. And Jaejoong just takes it like a rag doll. I don't see how they manage to translate borderline violence into good sex. It's like that with all Yunho's scenes but it's even worse when he's with Jaejoong."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. "You've never had a scene with Yun-?"
Changmin's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, that's right. You're both eternal tops. Well, allow me to explain." Yoochun propped his elbows on the table. "Rough is sexy. To some people, anyway."
Changmin raised his other eyebrow. "So...you like it, too?"
"It's...I..." Yoochun stabbed his ramen bowl with a chopstick for no reason. "Whatever! The point is, whatever Yunho does, he does it right."
Changmin frowned. "Yeah, but whenever he's with Jaejoong, it's downright abusive." He wrapped a rope of ramen around his chopsticks. "Makes me think maybe they hate each other in real life. I know people say they hang out sometimes but maybe that's just for show." Changmin sighed. "It's sad that they're so popular they have to shoot scenes together constantly."
"Maybe not as sad as you think..." Yoochun gnawed on his bottom lip.
"Hmm?"
"Min, don't tell anyone I told you this."
"Wh-?"
"Yunho and Jaejoong are going out."
Changmin dropped his wad of ramen inside his bowl with a messy plop. "What?"
"I saw them, man!" Yoochun tried not to flail. He knew he wasn't even supposed to know this and it was their business, not his, but he'd been waiting far too long to get this off his chest. "They were getting it on like bunnies in the closet. No cameras, no director or anything. And it was obvious they loved it. And each other."
Changmin's mouth hung open. "Holy shit."
"I know."
"That's...that's kinda scandalous."
"I know!"
"How long do you think-?"
"I dunno but they're pretty good at acting like nothing happened five minutes later in front of everybody else."
"Wow." Changmin breathed, idly nibbling on his chopstick. "Maybe the more they bite and scratch, the more they love each other."
"Kinda like Micky."
Changmin stared at him. "What?"
"Yoohwan's cat. That demon has a love-hate relationship with life."
Changmin shook his head. "Wait, back up. Your little brother's cat's name is Micky?"
"It was my nickname when I lived in the states." Yoochun grumbled. He stabbed at his ramen bowl some more. "And then I moved here and used it as my stage name...but then some time afterward, Yoohwan got a cat. And my brother kinda loves me so he named the stupid thing after me..."
"So your little brother's cat's name is unknowingly the same as your porn name? That's sweet..."
Yoochun grunted.
"And creepy."
"I haven't been able to explain why I hate Yoohwan's cat so much..."
Changmin just pointed and cackled at him. He was a cruel best friend. Yoochun kicked him under the counter.
"Speaking of people who love you," Changmin said, pretending his shin didn't throb. "How's it going with that new lover of yours?"
Yoochun didn't say anything. Just smiled into his ramen bowl.
Changmin smirked. "Pretty well, I take it."
"He knows."
Changmin stuffed a wad of noodles into his mouth. "What? About-" He choked, half the noodles shooting out of his mouth and spattering on the table. "About you?!"
Yoochun nodded slowly, sliding his bowl away from Changmin.
"Damn." Changmin's brow furrowed. "But-wait, so he's okay with it?"
Yoochun shook his head.
"Wait, I'm confused." Changmin rubbed his temple.
"He wants me to quit."
Changmin's eyes went wide. "And you're going to? Just like that?"
Yoochun nodded.
Changmin sat back in his stool and ogled him. "Wow, man. You guys must be serious. Congratulations."
Yoochun inhaled a mouthful of ramen to hide an inevitably stupid grin.
"How long has it been since you've had a non-inflatible boyfriend? High school?"
Yoochun punched him. "You can't make jokes about not getting laid to a porn actor."
Changmin shrugged, grinning. "I tried."
They sat for a while in comfortable silence, with only the lilting melody of ramen slurps. The door jingled every now and then, signaling the comings and goings of a few stray customers but it was much too late at night for the store to gather much of a crowd other than Yoochun and Changmin, hungry, with no place else to go and the cashier, bored as hell, sitting behind the register with a magazine and a wad of gum smacking loudly between his teeth.
Changmin put his empty bowl on the table after slurping the last of his ramen broth. "Remember what it was like when we first started?"
Yoochun looked up in thought. "It was weird."
"I was terrified."
Yoochun chuckled. "I could tell."
Changmin groaned agonizingly and pressed his forehead into the table.
"When you threw up afterward, I thought I'd done something wrong." Yoochun commented.
"As much as I'd like to say you were that bad, it wasn't you." Changmin said gloomily. "I just kept imagining my dad...watching me fuck you...reciting carbon-based molecules alphabetically and reminding me how med school is the only right path in life."
"He's kinda right."
Changmin sat back in his chair, crossing his arms with what Yoochun was sure he wasn't aware was an adorable pout. "If porn is the dark and terrible path, then I don't wanna make a detour." He gave Yoochun a sidelong glance. "I'm glad you were my first scene, though."
"I always knew paid sex was the best way to make new friends." Yoochun tipped his head back and sipped his remaining ramen broth.
"Who was your first?"
A bit of ramen juice dribbled out the corner of his mouth and Yoochun put his bowl down to wipe it on his sleeve. "What was his name? Snow? Rain? I dunno but he's a director now. He was alright. He talked too much during, though."
"Awkward dirty rambler." Changmin nodded understandingly.
Yoochun nodded. "I have no idea what a 'Rainism' is but he felt the need to remind me how lucky I was to get a piece of it the whole time we fucked. He was nice when we were done, though."
"Did you top or bottom?"
Yoochun snorted. "If you saw this guy, you'd know for sure I bottomed."
Changmin snickered. "You're such a pansy."
Yoochun resisted the urge to dump the rest of his ramen on his head. "He was careful, though. And he didn't laugh at me when I fell off his dick."
After Changmin finished guffawing at Yoochun's expense and it was Yoochun's turn to stab at him with chopsticks, the youngest smiled good-naturedly. "That's good. Personally, I'd hate to top a newbie. I'd be too scared to scar him for life."
"Like I scarred you?" Yoochun chuckled. "And I was the bottom."
"It wasn't you! It was my dad! I couldn't get my father out of my head as I was ass-fucking you!" Changmin sputtered. The cashier glanced up from his magazine, eyebrow raised high.
"I'm starting to wonder how you came while you were thinking about your dad the whole time..."
Changmin looked green. "There's something wrong with me."
"I agree."
"Hey, have you heard? There's this newbie in town who took on Yunho for his first time."
Yoochun paused with his bowl up to his face. "YUNHO?"
Changmin nodded. "I heard Yunho didn't go easy on him either. Does that guy have an off button?"
Yoochun stared. "Did this guy know about Yunho?"
"Who cares if he knew? His director should've known. His manager should've known. A lot of veterans can't handle Yunho and they expect a newbie to fuck him and not come out traumatized for life? Glad I'm not a bottom..."
"Is he alright?"
A smile spread across Changmin's lips. The kind he gets when there's juicy gossip on the tip of his tongue. "That's why everyone's talking about him. He took Yunho's cock like a pro! I heard he came three times and swallowed without blinking." Changmin lowered his voice and leaned closer. "Plus, I heard he's such a whore that when the director said cut, he didn't stop. Yunho wasn't stopping either."
Yoochun scratched his head. "Weird. Yunho's usually professional."
"Yeah. A lot of this is rumor but I also heard Yunho liked it so much, he asked him out afterward. I heard two versions of this: Version one is a private fuck. Version two is a private dinner that ended in a private fuck." He leaned back and shrugged. "But that's kinda hard to believe after what you told me about Yunho and Jaejoong."
"Who knows?" Yoochun mused, sucking the flavor off the end of his chopstick.
"People are beginning to suspect he's done this before. Like he's secretly a veteran that probably went into porn earlier with a different stage name or something. And now he's starting over with a new identity and probably had plastic surgery, too. And he's already getting requests for movies and photo shoots and stuff about twenty times a day. Plus his manager got him a spot on an insanely popular series. This kid is gonna make a shit ton of money."
Yoochun chuckled. "You jealous?"
Changmin shoved him. "We should all be jealous. How long have we been here? I only just started getting roles with people like Jaejoong. And you...you could've been on Yunho and Jaejoong's level a long time ago but you only recently started taking good roles like Erotiville. Probably because Siwon's been threatening to kick your ass." He avoided another kick from Yoochun under the table. "This kid only started barely a week ago. Man, what am I doing wrong?"
Yoochun finished off the rest of his ramen broth and paused. He slowly lowered his bowl to the table. "Min? What's the name of that show the newbie snagged?"
Changmin rolled his eyes. "Erotiville, of course. Same one you filmed for. How'd that go, by the way?"
Yoochun felt a strange, sickly feeling at the pit of his stomach. "What's this guy's name?"
Changmin thought for a moment. "His stage name... 'Shuh' something. Starts with an X, though. Not Xila but..."
Yoochun's eyes quadrupled in size. He envisioned the late night meal he'd just consumed reappearing and splattering all over Changmin's lap. "XIAH JUNSU?!"
Changmin snapped his fingers. "Yeah! That's it!"
Yoochun's mouth floundered open and closed. It took him a couple minutes of the room spinning round and round to realize he'd forgotten to breathe.
"There's usually some truth to rumors, though." Changmin continued cluelessly, folding his hands behind his head. "If he's good enough for Yunho, he's gotta have amazing, other-worldly techniques. My manager's already trying to get me some scenes with him. Says it'll be good for my career. And sluts are good for my cock, too, if you know what I mean." Changmin joked, leisurely leaning back in his stool.
Chucking his chopsticks to the floor, Yoochun suddenly stood up, chair scraping loudly against the tiles. "FUCK YOU!"
Changmin tilted back too far in his chair and fell to the floor with a dumbfounded crash. He cringed, holding the throbbing spot on the back of his head and blinked stupidly up at an increasingly red Yoochun. "What?! What'd I say?!"
Yoochun opened his mouth but there were so many thoughts and emotions swarming around in his head that if he'd let a sound come out, it would've made no sense in the Korean language. So he snatched his car keys off the counter and stomped out of the store, leaving his empty ramen bowl on the table and Changmin sprawled on the floor and the cashier to stare at his back utterly bewildered as he left.
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When Yoochun got home, he wanted to call Junsu immediately. Then he wanted to drive over to Junsu's right then and confront him. But it was already around 12am, pretty late even if Junsu wasn't asleep.
Yoochun figured he should wait til tomorrow and give himself time to cool off. Cause judging by the blood he'd drawn when he brushed his teeth that night, cooling off was something he desperately needed to do.
But after angrily tossing and turning and pacing around the house til he nearly drove himself insane and started chewing on curtains, he called Junsu anyway at the wildly inappropriate hour of 3am.
"Hello?" Junsu answered groggily.
"We have to talk," Was Yoochun's gruff introduction.
"Yoochun?" Junsu mumbled. "It's 3am. Are you okay?"
"No." Yoochun snapped stiffly.
The other's voice grew noticeably more alert. "What's wrong? Do you need me to come over?"
"Yes. No. No, wait..." Yoochun rubbed his eyes, only now realizing just how tired and a little crazy he was right now. "I've just...heard some rumors."
"You called me at 3am to gossip?" Junsu said flatly.
"No. Well, yeah kinda...I guess..."
Junsu was probably smiling a little on the other line by now. Probably thinking, Oh, what an incredibly retarded boyfriend I have. "You should probably get some rest, baby-"
"I heard about Yunho." Yoochun blurted before he could take it back.
"What about Yunho?"
Yoochun gnawed on his lip. "That he was your first time in the industry."
"Yes..." His tone sounded as if the statement could've been followed by a, So what?
"Just...how much of it is true?"
"Yoochun, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He now sounded even more tired as if simply talking to Yoochun had wiped him out. "Can we discuss this tomorrow?"
But Yoochun kept blabbing before his mind could wrap his mind around just what it was he was saying. It was already too late before it hit him that he was practically high off sleep deprivation and shock and Yoochun realized that maybe he really should've waited til morning to talk about this. "Are you really getting fifty movie requests a day? Did Yunho really ask you out? Did you really keep fucking Yunho after the director said cut? Are you secretly a porn veteran with a surgically enhanced face? And ass?"
There was a pause on the other line. "Is that what people are saying about me?"
"Yes, apparently." Yoochun mumbled.
"Kinda cool."
"Su, please don't mess with my head."
His voice became more serious and soothing, as if he seemed to understand that his boyfriend was truly troubled. "I don't even remember what you asked me. Ask me again. What do you want to know the most?"
"...Did Yunho really ask you out after you filmed?"
Junsu took a deep breath. "He invited me out to dinner with his friends. It wasn't just me. He invited some of the staff members, too. He was really nice."
Yoochun opened his mouth silently before realizing he didn't know what to say. He'd barely had a conversation with the guy before. Mostly because he intimidated the shit out of him. "Did you go?"
"I had plans with you that night, remember?"
Yoochun was glad they were speaking over the phone because then Junsu couldn't see the flash of his self-satisfied smirk before Yoochun swallowed it into a weird combination between bad ass and hungry. "Was he good?"
A pause. "How do I answer that without getting in trouble?"
"So he was good." Yoochun said bitterly.
"What if I asked you if your scenes with Jaejoong were good?" Junsu retorted with a little heat. "Or Changmin? Or Donghae?"
"That's...complicated.
"No. It's not." Junsu said firmly. "It's sex. It's either good or it's not. Or maybe okay. But it's simple. You wouldn't still be in the industry if the sex was bad, Yoochun."
"It pays good money." Yoochun said defensively.
"So does being an investment banker but you don't need lube for that." Junsu shot back.
Yoochun didn't reply. He was right.
"Chunnie? You still there?"
Yoochun was really beginning to regret calling him at such a late hour. Half his mind was already comatose, leaving him defenseless against the truth Junsu was spitting at him. So, he decided to change the subject ever so smoothly. "How did you know I've filmed with all those people?"
"Siwon told me," Junsu answered. "I told him I didn't want to know. Then he just yelled at me and started texting angrily on his phone."
"Sounds like Siwon..."
"But this will all be over soon. So you don't have to worry about silly stuff like this."
"I know."
"I really want to make this work with you."
"Me, too."
Junsu added more quietly, "Because you know I care about you, right, Chunnie?"
Yoochun smiled idiotically. "Yeah. I know."
"Which means I really like you. Enough that I'm not even mad that you called me at 3am." Junsu teased.
"Sorry..."
"Wanna make this worth my while?"
"Hmm?"
Junsu's voice dipped lower, devious. "What are you wearing?"
Yoochun grinned hard. "Nothing in a few seconds."
"Good. Leave your boxers. I'll join you."
Yoochun quickly did as he was told, listening to the sounds of rustling bed sheets and discarded clothing on the other line. A glorious sound, indeed.
"Close your eyes." Junsu instructed.
Yoochun was obedient, the confidence in his boyfriend's sudden commanding tone turning him on and successfully redirecting his blood flow to a more pleasant place.
"Picture me." Junsu's voice was thick and melodic in Yoochun's ear. "What do you see?"
"You. Lying in bed. Wearing nothing but a pair of simple black boxers and that smile."
Junsu chuckled. "What smile?"
"The one that says, 'I'm dessert. Come and lick me up.' "
Junsu laughed, dark and husky. God, the sound made Yoochun swallow hard twice. "Picture my hands. They're trailing up and down my chest. Belly button to collarbone and back down. What do you want me to do next?"
Yoochun's arousal was blocking the part of his brain that concocted words but he imagined Junsu's nipples, pink and frustrated. Make 'em hard, make 'em hard. "I...Make..."
"I lick my fingers and tease my nipple. Is that what you want, Chunnie?"
Ngh. "Ngh."
"My hand goes down my stomach," Junsu continued. That voice, that damn sexy voice. "My skin is soft, Chunnie."
Mine feels hot. Yoochun's hand lay anxiously on his own belly, itching to travel down and take care of the problem beneath his boxers.
"Down, down." Junsu's sing-songy voice teased. "Past my navel. My fingers dip into the waistband of my boxers and..."
Yoochun bit his lip, fingers tingling, cock rising, frustrated beyond help. "Fuck."
"I slide my boxers down. Slowly."
"Yeah."
Junsu laughed softly. "You're awfully coherent."
"Mmm."
"Now what do you see?"
Yoochun licked his lips. "Fuck-tasticness."
Junsu laughed again. "Now you."
"I toss my boxers out the window. Commence sex." Yoochun's hand flew to the waist of his boxers to do just that.
"No, no! Not like that. Let me do it."
Yoochun gave an impatient grunt but his recent loss of brain mass didn't let him to mind a whole lot.
"Are your eyes still closed?"
"Ugh." Translation: Hell, yes. Do it, do it.
He could just imagine Junsu's lips as spoke, syrupy smooth, naughty. Other than the previous incident on set, they still hadn't gone beyond making out. If this meant Junsu was ready to move past what happened earlier, Yoochun was perfectly fine with that. Cause right now he wanted Junsu's lips on him. He wanted to feel them, taste them and he wanted to savor it all. He wanted him to-
"I'm sucking your Adam's apple."
All Yoochun could do was gulp. Fuck. It's like he's in my head.
"I lick down your chest, flicking and rubbing your nipples as I go. My tongue dips down and laps at your belly button."
Yoochun's imagination proved to be much more vivid than his third grade art teach had lead him to believe.
"I'm tasting your happy trail, Chunnie."
Yoochun just moaned. Korean was no longer a language he spoke.
Junsu chuckled. "I leave a kiss where your boxers and skin meet. Should I go further?"
Yoochun rasped the first word that came to his head amongst the fog. "Please."
"M'kay. My fingers slip inside your boxers and pull down. Chunnie?"
After Yoochun had ripped his own boxers off, he was puddy to Junsu's command. "Mmm?"
"Are you hard?"
He didn't have to look down to know that he was reaching for the ceiling, stiff and proud. "Fuck yes."
"How hard?"
"You're driving me crazy." Yoochun grunted.
The other whispered, harsh and dirty, "Touch yourself."
Glad to finally be able to do something about the insanity bundling just below the belly button, Yoochun reached down and stroked frantically. But he felt no relief at finally being given permission to take his arousal into his own hands, so to speak. If anything, it made him even more frustrated. Neither the Junsu in his head nor the one on the phone were physically in the room with him and he'd like nothing more than to kiss Junsu so hard, it hurt and feel his tight heat around him, suctioning him in.
"Now stop." Junsu ordered.
Yoochun gave a needy whine which he tried to cover up as a groan but failed and just ended up covering up the first whine with a louder whine. Outside of work, he had to be the worst porn star ever.
"Play with the tip. Just the tip."
"Su-"
"Do it, baby."
Panting, Yoochun ran a finger through the slit and watched through bleary eyes as a pearl bloomed from the tip. But god, he wished Junsu could be there to lick it up. He should say that. But he couldn't. Damn, was he always this bad at dirty talk? "Junsu? What are you doing?"
Junsu was gasping softly. "Finger-fucking myself."
With that alone, Yoochun nearly lost it. "Junsu."
Junsu chuckled breathily. "Touch yourself again, baby."
Yoochun began stroking again, this time faster, more erratically.
Junsu's voice was growing weaker by the minute. "Now put two fingers in your mouth."
Yoochun did, licking between the digits and engulfing them entirely.
Junsu's words were coming out faster now. "Suck 'em, baby, suck 'em. Fuck."
Yoochun sucked hard, imagining that it was Junsu's cock or Junsu's fingers or Junsu's tongue or whatever, something amazing of Junsu's shoved in his mouth, pretending the taste of his own hand was Junsu-flavored.
Yoochun listened to Junsu's wild panting, interspersed with sweet whimpers and pictured him writhing on the bed with the phone fallen next to his ear on the pillow half forgotten as he finger-fucked himself with one hand and pumped his cock with the other. God, if only that body were right beneath him, that voice in his ear, lips close enough to kiss.
The image blurred and Yoochun gave in. With a few more good, fast pumps, he came hard, splattering all over his chest. Not long after, he heard Junsu cum, too, mumbling Yoochun's name along with a few choice expletives. For a while they just panted into the speaker, catching their breaths and too happy out to bother with messing with the cell.
Eventually, he finally heard Junsu's voice. But the hot and heavy filth in his voice from before had made a complete 180 into the now light and conversational tone he spoke with now. "Yoochun?"
Yoochun was still panting, brow wrinkled, slightly puzzled and incredibly satisfied at the same time. "Yeah?"
He could practically hear that teasing smile and with a voice silky sweet, Junsu said simply, "Good night."
He hung up.
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*passes out Junsu-flavored muffins. And of course, cookies~*
Oh yesh~ And shout out to micky_susu's real life cat, Micky. xD And yes, he truly does have a love-hate relationship with life. And with micky_susu. x'DD
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [6/?]
Pairing: Yoosu ::: Yunjae, Other pairings... Come on. It's porn stars. xD
Genre: romantic comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
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P.S. Talk Dirty
"I hate it when they try to finger my ass."
Yoochun choke-laughed around way too many mouthfuls of ramen.
Changmin cringed. "I'm a top for a reason."
"What? Not man enough to take it from behind?"
"No, Yoochun. I'm not. Happy?"
"Quite."
"What about you?"
"Mmm," Yoochun mused between chewing. What did he find annoying about paid sex? There wasn't too much to complain about. Short hours, excellent pay, a little fame, great sex. Seems like a good deal. "I hate when they talk too much."
"Word."
"But I mean, erotic ramblings are okay. Just as long as it's not obviously fake shit they think the viewer wants to hear. Half the time it doesn't make any sense."
" 'Oooh! Who's dick is it? Who's DICK is it?!?! It's MINE!!! Give your pretty cock to daddy's money maker!!' "
Yoochun laughed a little too suddenly and almost choked. "Exactly!"
"So what kind of erotic ramblings are okay?"
"Let's see... Take you for example." He gestured at his friend who peered back cautiously. "You don't ramble but sometimes you say stuff every now and then to humiliate me and it's kinda hot. It's the real Max Changmin, too. Nice and condescending."
Changmin paused. "I don't know how I feel about that..."
" 'Sit on my cock, bitch. That's right. Bounce up and down like a whore. E=mc2, bitch.' "
"You're a freak." To punctuate, Changmin began stabbing at Yoochun with the other side of his chopstick til Yoochun begged for mercy.
Changmin slurped a glob of noodles, dripping spicy broth on the convenient store counter. "Hey, Chun?"
"Yeah?" Sluuurp.
Changmin twirled his chopsticks around in his ramen bowl. "I'm not asking this because I'm incredibly interested. I just kinda wonder."
"Okay."
He looked up to glare. "If you taunt me about this, I swear I will replace all the food in your fridge with kitty litter and twist your head on backwards."
"...Okay."
"...What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"You know...receiving."
Yoochun chewed.
Changmin chewed.
The bell jingled as a customer entered the store.
"Is someone bi-curious?"
"Kitty litter, Yoochun."
"Okay, okay," Yoochun sniggered one last time before Changmin made all his promises come true. "There are perks and there are drawbacks. The obvious advantage is that it feels good."
Changmin's head bobbed attentively.
"And it's nice to hand over the power to someone else once in a while. The bad part kinda depends on the partner, I guess."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh."
"It's always gonna hurt. But if you're with a douche bag, it just makes it worse."
"Have you ever been with an douche bag?"
"No, but I've heard horror stories."
"What if your partner is cool?"
"Then it's okay if it hurts. He's patient and helps you through it so it doesn't hurt quite so much. And then it starts to feel good and it doesn't matter anymore."
Changmin nodded as if he had been thoroughly enlightened. "Do you bottom often?"
Yoochun scratched his head. "In real life, it depends on my partner. I tend to attract bottoms, though. But for some reason I keep bottoming on film."
Changmin grinned. "Maybe cause you keep getting paired with epic stud muffins like me."
Yoochun tapped his chin in mock thought. "Nah, that's not it."
"That's so it and you know it."
"Okay fine, that's it."
"Ha!"
Yoochun picked some vegetables bits from his broth and popped them in his mouth. "Can you imagine someone like Yunho bottoming?"
"Hmm, lemme think about th-HELL no."
Yoochun laughed. "I've been getting more scenes with him lately. Maybe that explains why I've been bottoming so much."
"I had my first scene with Jaejoong the other day." Changmin announced proudly.
"Congrats." Yoochun clapped him on the back. "You're moving up."
"Congrats to you, too, friend." Changmin smiled goofily with cheeks filled with noodles.
"Have you told your girlfriend about your recent accomplishments in the biz?"
"Fuck you, man." Changmin grumbled.
"You already have." Yoochun bat his eyelashes flirtatiously.
"FUCK you!" After Changmin lost his chopstick in Yoochun's hair, he had to go to the cashier for another pair.
"So, does Jaejoong scare you a bit?" Changmin said conversationally once he returned with a new pair of chopsticks.
Yoochun snorted. "Every time he looks at me, I get frost-bitten in my soul. Both of them scare me, actually."
"What? You mean Yunho and Jaejoong?" Changmin split his chopsticks apart with a crisp snap. "Yunho seems like...I dunno. Like a concrete wall of doom. If that makes any sense."
"Yeah. Jaejoong's an ice prince and Yunho's just freaking intimidating." Yoochun shook his head.
"But they go well together somehow. Like, I dunno. It's different when those two are together." Changmin mused. "Have you watched one of their scenes? Like not just on the screen but in the same room next to the director. Intense, man."
"I can imagine." Yoochun mumbled into his ramen bowl.
"I don't get it, though. Yunho's always so rough. And Jaejoong just takes it like a rag doll. I don't see how they manage to translate borderline violence into good sex. It's like that with all Yunho's scenes but it's even worse when he's with Jaejoong."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. "You've never had a scene with Yun-?"
Changmin's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, that's right. You're both eternal tops. Well, allow me to explain." Yoochun propped his elbows on the table. "Rough is sexy. To some people, anyway."
Changmin raised his other eyebrow. "So...you like it, too?"
"It's...I..." Yoochun stabbed his ramen bowl with a chopstick for no reason. "Whatever! The point is, whatever Yunho does, he does it right."
Changmin frowned. "Yeah, but whenever he's with Jaejoong, it's downright abusive." He wrapped a rope of ramen around his chopsticks. "Makes me think maybe they hate each other in real life. I know people say they hang out sometimes but maybe that's just for show." Changmin sighed. "It's sad that they're so popular they have to shoot scenes together constantly."
"Maybe not as sad as you think..." Yoochun gnawed on his bottom lip.
"Hmm?"
"Min, don't tell anyone I told you this."
"Wh-?"
"Yunho and Jaejoong are going out."
Changmin dropped his wad of ramen inside his bowl with a messy plop. "What?"
"I saw them, man!" Yoochun tried not to flail. He knew he wasn't even supposed to know this and it was their business, not his, but he'd been waiting far too long to get this off his chest. "They were getting it on like bunnies in the closet. No cameras, no director or anything. And it was obvious they loved it. And each other."
Changmin's mouth hung open. "Holy shit."
"I know."
"That's...that's kinda scandalous."
"I know!"
"How long do you think-?"
"I dunno but they're pretty good at acting like nothing happened five minutes later in front of everybody else."
"Wow." Changmin breathed, idly nibbling on his chopstick. "Maybe the more they bite and scratch, the more they love each other."
"Kinda like Micky."
Changmin stared at him. "What?"
"Yoohwan's cat. That demon has a love-hate relationship with life."
Changmin shook his head. "Wait, back up. Your little brother's cat's name is Micky?"
"It was my nickname when I lived in the states." Yoochun grumbled. He stabbed at his ramen bowl some more. "And then I moved here and used it as my stage name...but then some time afterward, Yoohwan got a cat. And my brother kinda loves me so he named the stupid thing after me..."
"So your little brother's cat's name is unknowingly the same as your porn name? That's sweet..."
Yoochun grunted.
"And creepy."
"I haven't been able to explain why I hate Yoohwan's cat so much..."
Changmin just pointed and cackled at him. He was a cruel best friend. Yoochun kicked him under the counter.
"Speaking of people who love you," Changmin said, pretending his shin didn't throb. "How's it going with that new lover of yours?"
Yoochun didn't say anything. Just smiled into his ramen bowl.
Changmin smirked. "Pretty well, I take it."
"He knows."
Changmin stuffed a wad of noodles into his mouth. "What? About-" He choked, half the noodles shooting out of his mouth and spattering on the table. "About you?!"
Yoochun nodded slowly, sliding his bowl away from Changmin.
"Damn." Changmin's brow furrowed. "But-wait, so he's okay with it?"
Yoochun shook his head.
"Wait, I'm confused." Changmin rubbed his temple.
"He wants me to quit."
Changmin's eyes went wide. "And you're going to? Just like that?"
Yoochun nodded.
Changmin sat back in his stool and ogled him. "Wow, man. You guys must be serious. Congratulations."
Yoochun inhaled a mouthful of ramen to hide an inevitably stupid grin.
"How long has it been since you've had a non-inflatible boyfriend? High school?"
Yoochun punched him. "You can't make jokes about not getting laid to a porn actor."
Changmin shrugged, grinning. "I tried."
They sat for a while in comfortable silence, with only the lilting melody of ramen slurps. The door jingled every now and then, signaling the comings and goings of a few stray customers but it was much too late at night for the store to gather much of a crowd other than Yoochun and Changmin, hungry, with no place else to go and the cashier, bored as hell, sitting behind the register with a magazine and a wad of gum smacking loudly between his teeth.
Changmin put his empty bowl on the table after slurping the last of his ramen broth. "Remember what it was like when we first started?"
Yoochun looked up in thought. "It was weird."
"I was terrified."
Yoochun chuckled. "I could tell."
Changmin groaned agonizingly and pressed his forehead into the table.
"When you threw up afterward, I thought I'd done something wrong." Yoochun commented.
"As much as I'd like to say you were that bad, it wasn't you." Changmin said gloomily. "I just kept imagining my dad...watching me fuck you...reciting carbon-based molecules alphabetically and reminding me how med school is the only right path in life."
"He's kinda right."
Changmin sat back in his chair, crossing his arms with what Yoochun was sure he wasn't aware was an adorable pout. "If porn is the dark and terrible path, then I don't wanna make a detour." He gave Yoochun a sidelong glance. "I'm glad you were my first scene, though."
"I always knew paid sex was the best way to make new friends." Yoochun tipped his head back and sipped his remaining ramen broth.
"Who was your first?"
A bit of ramen juice dribbled out the corner of his mouth and Yoochun put his bowl down to wipe it on his sleeve. "What was his name? Snow? Rain? I dunno but he's a director now. He was alright. He talked too much during, though."
"Awkward dirty rambler." Changmin nodded understandingly.
Yoochun nodded. "I have no idea what a 'Rainism' is but he felt the need to remind me how lucky I was to get a piece of it the whole time we fucked. He was nice when we were done, though."
"Did you top or bottom?"
Yoochun snorted. "If you saw this guy, you'd know for sure I bottomed."
Changmin snickered. "You're such a pansy."
Yoochun resisted the urge to dump the rest of his ramen on his head. "He was careful, though. And he didn't laugh at me when I fell off his dick."
After Changmin finished guffawing at Yoochun's expense and it was Yoochun's turn to stab at him with chopsticks, the youngest smiled good-naturedly. "That's good. Personally, I'd hate to top a newbie. I'd be too scared to scar him for life."
"Like I scarred you?" Yoochun chuckled. "And I was the bottom."
"It wasn't you! It was my dad! I couldn't get my father out of my head as I was ass-fucking you!" Changmin sputtered. The cashier glanced up from his magazine, eyebrow raised high.
"I'm starting to wonder how you came while you were thinking about your dad the whole time..."
Changmin looked green. "There's something wrong with me."
"I agree."
"Hey, have you heard? There's this newbie in town who took on Yunho for his first time."
Yoochun paused with his bowl up to his face. "YUNHO?"
Changmin nodded. "I heard Yunho didn't go easy on him either. Does that guy have an off button?"
Yoochun stared. "Did this guy know about Yunho?"
"Who cares if he knew? His director should've known. His manager should've known. A lot of veterans can't handle Yunho and they expect a newbie to fuck him and not come out traumatized for life? Glad I'm not a bottom..."
"Is he alright?"
A smile spread across Changmin's lips. The kind he gets when there's juicy gossip on the tip of his tongue. "That's why everyone's talking about him. He took Yunho's cock like a pro! I heard he came three times and swallowed without blinking." Changmin lowered his voice and leaned closer. "Plus, I heard he's such a whore that when the director said cut, he didn't stop. Yunho wasn't stopping either."
Yoochun scratched his head. "Weird. Yunho's usually professional."
"Yeah. A lot of this is rumor but I also heard Yunho liked it so much, he asked him out afterward. I heard two versions of this: Version one is a private fuck. Version two is a private dinner that ended in a private fuck." He leaned back and shrugged. "But that's kinda hard to believe after what you told me about Yunho and Jaejoong."
"Who knows?" Yoochun mused, sucking the flavor off the end of his chopstick.
"People are beginning to suspect he's done this before. Like he's secretly a veteran that probably went into porn earlier with a different stage name or something. And now he's starting over with a new identity and probably had plastic surgery, too. And he's already getting requests for movies and photo shoots and stuff about twenty times a day. Plus his manager got him a spot on an insanely popular series. This kid is gonna make a shit ton of money."
Yoochun chuckled. "You jealous?"
Changmin shoved him. "We should all be jealous. How long have we been here? I only just started getting roles with people like Jaejoong. And you...you could've been on Yunho and Jaejoong's level a long time ago but you only recently started taking good roles like Erotiville. Probably because Siwon's been threatening to kick your ass." He avoided another kick from Yoochun under the table. "This kid only started barely a week ago. Man, what am I doing wrong?"
Yoochun finished off the rest of his ramen broth and paused. He slowly lowered his bowl to the table. "Min? What's the name of that show the newbie snagged?"
Changmin rolled his eyes. "Erotiville, of course. Same one you filmed for. How'd that go, by the way?"
Yoochun felt a strange, sickly feeling at the pit of his stomach. "What's this guy's name?"
Changmin thought for a moment. "His stage name... 'Shuh' something. Starts with an X, though. Not Xila but..."
Yoochun's eyes quadrupled in size. He envisioned the late night meal he'd just consumed reappearing and splattering all over Changmin's lap. "XIAH JUNSU?!"
Changmin snapped his fingers. "Yeah! That's it!"
Yoochun's mouth floundered open and closed. It took him a couple minutes of the room spinning round and round to realize he'd forgotten to breathe.
"There's usually some truth to rumors, though." Changmin continued cluelessly, folding his hands behind his head. "If he's good enough for Yunho, he's gotta have amazing, other-worldly techniques. My manager's already trying to get me some scenes with him. Says it'll be good for my career. And sluts are good for my cock, too, if you know what I mean." Changmin joked, leisurely leaning back in his stool.
Chucking his chopsticks to the floor, Yoochun suddenly stood up, chair scraping loudly against the tiles. "FUCK YOU!"
Changmin tilted back too far in his chair and fell to the floor with a dumbfounded crash. He cringed, holding the throbbing spot on the back of his head and blinked stupidly up at an increasingly red Yoochun. "What?! What'd I say?!"
Yoochun opened his mouth but there were so many thoughts and emotions swarming around in his head that if he'd let a sound come out, it would've made no sense in the Korean language. So he snatched his car keys off the counter and stomped out of the store, leaving his empty ramen bowl on the table and Changmin sprawled on the floor and the cashier to stare at his back utterly bewildered as he left.
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When Yoochun got home, he wanted to call Junsu immediately. Then he wanted to drive over to Junsu's right then and confront him. But it was already around 12am, pretty late even if Junsu wasn't asleep.
Yoochun figured he should wait til tomorrow and give himself time to cool off. Cause judging by the blood he'd drawn when he brushed his teeth that night, cooling off was something he desperately needed to do.
But after angrily tossing and turning and pacing around the house til he nearly drove himself insane and started chewing on curtains, he called Junsu anyway at the wildly inappropriate hour of 3am.
"Hello?" Junsu answered groggily.
"We have to talk," Was Yoochun's gruff introduction.
"Yoochun?" Junsu mumbled. "It's 3am. Are you okay?"
"No." Yoochun snapped stiffly.
The other's voice grew noticeably more alert. "What's wrong? Do you need me to come over?"
"Yes. No. No, wait..." Yoochun rubbed his eyes, only now realizing just how tired and a little crazy he was right now. "I've just...heard some rumors."
"You called me at 3am to gossip?" Junsu said flatly.
"No. Well, yeah kinda...I guess..."
Junsu was probably smiling a little on the other line by now. Probably thinking, Oh, what an incredibly retarded boyfriend I have. "You should probably get some rest, baby-"
"I heard about Yunho." Yoochun blurted before he could take it back.
"What about Yunho?"
Yoochun gnawed on his lip. "That he was your first time in the industry."
"Yes..." His tone sounded as if the statement could've been followed by a, So what?
"Just...how much of it is true?"
"Yoochun, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He now sounded even more tired as if simply talking to Yoochun had wiped him out. "Can we discuss this tomorrow?"
But Yoochun kept blabbing before his mind could wrap his mind around just what it was he was saying. It was already too late before it hit him that he was practically high off sleep deprivation and shock and Yoochun realized that maybe he really should've waited til morning to talk about this. "Are you really getting fifty movie requests a day? Did Yunho really ask you out? Did you really keep fucking Yunho after the director said cut? Are you secretly a porn veteran with a surgically enhanced face? And ass?"
There was a pause on the other line. "Is that what people are saying about me?"
"Yes, apparently." Yoochun mumbled.
"Kinda cool."
"Su, please don't mess with my head."
His voice became more serious and soothing, as if he seemed to understand that his boyfriend was truly troubled. "I don't even remember what you asked me. Ask me again. What do you want to know the most?"
"...Did Yunho really ask you out after you filmed?"
Junsu took a deep breath. "He invited me out to dinner with his friends. It wasn't just me. He invited some of the staff members, too. He was really nice."
Yoochun opened his mouth silently before realizing he didn't know what to say. He'd barely had a conversation with the guy before. Mostly because he intimidated the shit out of him. "Did you go?"
"I had plans with you that night, remember?"
Yoochun was glad they were speaking over the phone because then Junsu couldn't see the flash of his self-satisfied smirk before Yoochun swallowed it into a weird combination between bad ass and hungry. "Was he good?"
A pause. "How do I answer that without getting in trouble?"
"So he was good." Yoochun said bitterly.
"What if I asked you if your scenes with Jaejoong were good?" Junsu retorted with a little heat. "Or Changmin? Or Donghae?"
"That's...complicated.
"No. It's not." Junsu said firmly. "It's sex. It's either good or it's not. Or maybe okay. But it's simple. You wouldn't still be in the industry if the sex was bad, Yoochun."
"It pays good money." Yoochun said defensively.
"So does being an investment banker but you don't need lube for that." Junsu shot back.
Yoochun didn't reply. He was right.
"Chunnie? You still there?"
Yoochun was really beginning to regret calling him at such a late hour. Half his mind was already comatose, leaving him defenseless against the truth Junsu was spitting at him. So, he decided to change the subject ever so smoothly. "How did you know I've filmed with all those people?"
"Siwon told me," Junsu answered. "I told him I didn't want to know. Then he just yelled at me and started texting angrily on his phone."
"Sounds like Siwon..."
"But this will all be over soon. So you don't have to worry about silly stuff like this."
"I know."
"I really want to make this work with you."
"Me, too."
Junsu added more quietly, "Because you know I care about you, right, Chunnie?"
Yoochun smiled idiotically. "Yeah. I know."
"Which means I really like you. Enough that I'm not even mad that you called me at 3am." Junsu teased.
"Sorry..."
"Wanna make this worth my while?"
"Hmm?"
Junsu's voice dipped lower, devious. "What are you wearing?"
Yoochun grinned hard. "Nothing in a few seconds."
"Good. Leave your boxers. I'll join you."
Yoochun quickly did as he was told, listening to the sounds of rustling bed sheets and discarded clothing on the other line. A glorious sound, indeed.
"Close your eyes." Junsu instructed.
Yoochun was obedient, the confidence in his boyfriend's sudden commanding tone turning him on and successfully redirecting his blood flow to a more pleasant place.
"Picture me." Junsu's voice was thick and melodic in Yoochun's ear. "What do you see?"
"You. Lying in bed. Wearing nothing but a pair of simple black boxers and that smile."
Junsu chuckled. "What smile?"
"The one that says, 'I'm dessert. Come and lick me up.' "
Junsu laughed, dark and husky. God, the sound made Yoochun swallow hard twice. "Picture my hands. They're trailing up and down my chest. Belly button to collarbone and back down. What do you want me to do next?"
Yoochun's arousal was blocking the part of his brain that concocted words but he imagined Junsu's nipples, pink and frustrated. Make 'em hard, make 'em hard. "I...Make..."
"I lick my fingers and tease my nipple. Is that what you want, Chunnie?"
Ngh. "Ngh."
"My hand goes down my stomach," Junsu continued. That voice, that damn sexy voice. "My skin is soft, Chunnie."
Mine feels hot. Yoochun's hand lay anxiously on his own belly, itching to travel down and take care of the problem beneath his boxers.
"Down, down." Junsu's sing-songy voice teased. "Past my navel. My fingers dip into the waistband of my boxers and..."
Yoochun bit his lip, fingers tingling, cock rising, frustrated beyond help. "Fuck."
"I slide my boxers down. Slowly."
"Yeah."
Junsu laughed softly. "You're awfully coherent."
"Mmm."
"Now what do you see?"
Yoochun licked his lips. "Fuck-tasticness."
Junsu laughed again. "Now you."
"I toss my boxers out the window. Commence sex." Yoochun's hand flew to the waist of his boxers to do just that.
"No, no! Not like that. Let me do it."
Yoochun gave an impatient grunt but his recent loss of brain mass didn't let him to mind a whole lot.
"Are your eyes still closed?"
"Ugh." Translation: Hell, yes. Do it, do it.
He could just imagine Junsu's lips as spoke, syrupy smooth, naughty. Other than the previous incident on set, they still hadn't gone beyond making out. If this meant Junsu was ready to move past what happened earlier, Yoochun was perfectly fine with that. Cause right now he wanted Junsu's lips on him. He wanted to feel them, taste them and he wanted to savor it all. He wanted him to-
"I'm sucking your Adam's apple."
All Yoochun could do was gulp. Fuck. It's like he's in my head.
"I lick down your chest, flicking and rubbing your nipples as I go. My tongue dips down and laps at your belly button."
Yoochun's imagination proved to be much more vivid than his third grade art teach had lead him to believe.
"I'm tasting your happy trail, Chunnie."
Yoochun just moaned. Korean was no longer a language he spoke.
Junsu chuckled. "I leave a kiss where your boxers and skin meet. Should I go further?"
Yoochun rasped the first word that came to his head amongst the fog. "Please."
"M'kay. My fingers slip inside your boxers and pull down. Chunnie?"
After Yoochun had ripped his own boxers off, he was puddy to Junsu's command. "Mmm?"
"Are you hard?"
He didn't have to look down to know that he was reaching for the ceiling, stiff and proud. "Fuck yes."
"How hard?"
"You're driving me crazy." Yoochun grunted.
The other whispered, harsh and dirty, "Touch yourself."
Glad to finally be able to do something about the insanity bundling just below the belly button, Yoochun reached down and stroked frantically. But he felt no relief at finally being given permission to take his arousal into his own hands, so to speak. If anything, it made him even more frustrated. Neither the Junsu in his head nor the one on the phone were physically in the room with him and he'd like nothing more than to kiss Junsu so hard, it hurt and feel his tight heat around him, suctioning him in.
"Now stop." Junsu ordered.
Yoochun gave a needy whine which he tried to cover up as a groan but failed and just ended up covering up the first whine with a louder whine. Outside of work, he had to be the worst porn star ever.
"Play with the tip. Just the tip."
"Su-"
"Do it, baby."
Panting, Yoochun ran a finger through the slit and watched through bleary eyes as a pearl bloomed from the tip. But god, he wished Junsu could be there to lick it up. He should say that. But he couldn't. Damn, was he always this bad at dirty talk? "Junsu? What are you doing?"
Junsu was gasping softly. "Finger-fucking myself."
With that alone, Yoochun nearly lost it. "Junsu."
Junsu chuckled breathily. "Touch yourself again, baby."
Yoochun began stroking again, this time faster, more erratically.
Junsu's voice was growing weaker by the minute. "Now put two fingers in your mouth."
Yoochun did, licking between the digits and engulfing them entirely.
Junsu's words were coming out faster now. "Suck 'em, baby, suck 'em. Fuck."
Yoochun sucked hard, imagining that it was Junsu's cock or Junsu's fingers or Junsu's tongue or whatever, something amazing of Junsu's shoved in his mouth, pretending the taste of his own hand was Junsu-flavored.
Yoochun listened to Junsu's wild panting, interspersed with sweet whimpers and pictured him writhing on the bed with the phone fallen next to his ear on the pillow half forgotten as he finger-fucked himself with one hand and pumped his cock with the other. God, if only that body were right beneath him, that voice in his ear, lips close enough to kiss.
The image blurred and Yoochun gave in. With a few more good, fast pumps, he came hard, splattering all over his chest. Not long after, he heard Junsu cum, too, mumbling Yoochun's name along with a few choice expletives. For a while they just panted into the speaker, catching their breaths and too happy out to bother with messing with the cell.
Eventually, he finally heard Junsu's voice. But the hot and heavy filth in his voice from before had made a complete 180 into the now light and conversational tone he spoke with now. "Yoochun?"
Yoochun was still panting, brow wrinkled, slightly puzzled and incredibly satisfied at the same time. "Yeah?"
He could practically hear that teasing smile and with a voice silky sweet, Junsu said simply, "Good night."
He hung up.
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*passes out Junsu-flavored muffins. And of course, cookies~*
Oh yesh~ And shout out to micky_susu's real life cat, Micky. xD And yes, he truly does have a love-hate relationship with life. And with micky_susu. x'DD
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