Closet Hiccup
Closet Hiccup
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: YooSu. Uh.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Drabble (~620+ words).
Warnings: Blowjob in a closet. Inappropriate mentions of Christianity during said blowjob.
Summary: Junsu's fall from grace is fun for all.
AN: I am not responsible for this. bamcycle is.
In a random backstage closet in the middle of a tour, Yoochun watched Junsu fall from grace.
Well isn't that melodramatic. His back hits the wall and he thinks it's funny that his own thoughts are emo even when Junsu's dropping to his knees in front of him. The dancer's hands fumble only slightly with Yoochun's pants, tugging on the zipper and hissing in annoyance when his belt gets in the way. They don't say a word and Yoochun chews on his lip when Junsu finally gets his pants undone; his belt buckle sounds obscenely loud when it hits the floor and Yoochun is so fucking hard it hurts.
He tries to articulate what he's thinking but an awkward "unnn-" is all he can manage. A shiny pink tongue laps at the head of his cock; Junsu is curious, experimental in his approach, tasting and exploring and Yoochun wonders if he should be praying to God above. Dear Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned; I have caused one of your flock to Fall- That's probably not a forgivable offense but Yoochun feels he should make some sort of attempt at amends anyway.
Junsu shows his appreciation for Yoochun's "compassion" (as if he has any idea what's going on in his bandmate's head) by trying to swallow his cock entirely and Yoochun's mouth falls open, a wholly unmanly, stuttering moan tumbling out. His cheeks heat up and his hand (trembling like a fucking fool) finds its way to Junsu's hair, combing through the locks. So soft, so easy to touch. Junsu's mouth is hot, and silky too, just like he imagined it'd be; as if one person's mouth feels different than another's.
And yet this is different, because Junsu is forbidden fruit. He's supposed to be a good little Christian boy; at least, he was, last time Yoochun checked, but if Junsu was a good little (not-bi-curious) Christian boy he wouldn't be on his knees in a coat closet sucking on Yoochun's cock like a starving man in need of water.
He can't see well in the dark but he looks down anyway, trying to make out Junsu's mouth on him. Lips are wrapped down around the base of his cock somewhere, sucking hard enough to take paint off a car (god those lungs are good for something!) and it's fucking Junsu and Yoochun sucks in a breath, trying to ignore the tingling in his balls as muscles tense up. It doesn't really do much good.
"J-Junsu" is all the warning he can give as he cums, fingers tightening rudely in the shorter man's hair. He holds Junsu's head in place, biting his lower lip hard enough to bleed as he chants prayers and apologies in his head. He's not sure why he's praying; maybe it's in the vain hope that he won't be stricken down for using Junsu's mouth for his own pleasures.
"Shit," he finally breathes when Junsu pulls away and stands up. He can barely make out the man's face in the dark, dark closet, his lips pulled into a decidedly wicked little grin. Junsu seems way too pleased with himself and Yoochun cannot find a single coherent thing to say.
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Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: YooSu. Uh.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Drabble (~620+ words).
Warnings: Blowjob in a closet. Inappropriate mentions of Christianity during said blowjob.
Summary: Junsu's fall from grace is fun for all.
AN: I am not responsible for this. bamcycle is.
In a random backstage closet in the middle of a tour, Yoochun watched Junsu fall from grace.
Well isn't that melodramatic. His back hits the wall and he thinks it's funny that his own thoughts are emo even when Junsu's dropping to his knees in front of him. The dancer's hands fumble only slightly with Yoochun's pants, tugging on the zipper and hissing in annoyance when his belt gets in the way. They don't say a word and Yoochun chews on his lip when Junsu finally gets his pants undone; his belt buckle sounds obscenely loud when it hits the floor and Yoochun is so fucking hard it hurts.
He tries to articulate what he's thinking but an awkward "unnn-" is all he can manage. A shiny pink tongue laps at the head of his cock; Junsu is curious, experimental in his approach, tasting and exploring and Yoochun wonders if he should be praying to God above. Dear Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned; I have caused one of your flock to Fall- That's probably not a forgivable offense but Yoochun feels he should make some sort of attempt at amends anyway.
Junsu shows his appreciation for Yoochun's "compassion" (as if he has any idea what's going on in his bandmate's head) by trying to swallow his cock entirely and Yoochun's mouth falls open, a wholly unmanly, stuttering moan tumbling out. His cheeks heat up and his hand (trembling like a fucking fool) finds its way to Junsu's hair, combing through the locks. So soft, so easy to touch. Junsu's mouth is hot, and silky too, just like he imagined it'd be; as if one person's mouth feels different than another's.
And yet this is different, because Junsu is forbidden fruit. He's supposed to be a good little Christian boy; at least, he was, last time Yoochun checked, but if Junsu was a good little (not-bi-curious) Christian boy he wouldn't be on his knees in a coat closet sucking on Yoochun's cock like a starving man in need of water.
He can't see well in the dark but he looks down anyway, trying to make out Junsu's mouth on him. Lips are wrapped down around the base of his cock somewhere, sucking hard enough to take paint off a car (god those lungs are good for something!) and it's fucking Junsu and Yoochun sucks in a breath, trying to ignore the tingling in his balls as muscles tense up. It doesn't really do much good.
"J-Junsu" is all the warning he can give as he cums, fingers tightening rudely in the shorter man's hair. He holds Junsu's head in place, biting his lower lip hard enough to bleed as he chants prayers and apologies in his head. He's not sure why he's praying; maybe it's in the vain hope that he won't be stricken down for using Junsu's mouth for his own pleasures.
"Shit," he finally breathes when Junsu pulls away and stands up. He can barely make out the man's face in the dark, dark closet, his lips pulled into a decidedly wicked little grin. Junsu seems way too pleased with himself and Yoochun cannot find a single coherent thing to say.
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