[Fanfic] Intervention {One-Shot}
Title: Intervention
Pairing: AhKy (or SuChun)
Genre: Drama, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): AU, Semi-forced Sex, Bondage
Word Count: 5, 538
Summary: Avoid it as much as you want, you can run but you can’t hide. Yoochun always avoided the talk but Junsu was sick and tired of his boyfriend’s childish attitude. Why was he so scared of bottoming anyway?
A/N: This ficlet sprouted from the roots of an RPG (Role Playing Game) between my sister and me. The RPG in itself is AU and although you can’t really tell except for one part of this fic, I thought I’d point it out. Aside from that, just enjoy it and leave me some feedback. ^__^ Please?
Credit for the crappy banner goes to me xD
“Yoochun! Stop it!! Stop running away from me. Evading me like I’m the plague or something…” Junsu had about enough of his boyfriend’s charades. That was the last straw for him. He had been subtly bringing it up for a while but Yoochun always evaded it, always found some way to avert his attention and once again fall pray to his incessant charms.
Before you get it all wrong, Junsu had no problem in being bottom. God knows he enjoys having his lover over him doing all those things God always told him not to do, or the people who represent him on earth anyway. There was no denying Yoochun was a great lover inside and outside of the bed. But there came the time when Junsu just needed it, wanted it. He wanted to have the power, have the control; he wanted to be the one making his boyfriend shiver with pleasure as he hit his spot over and over. But it always came down to this.
For over a month Junsu had struggled with his own desires, controlling them for the sake of his lover. He hadn’t even needed to ask if the other was ok with him topping to know Yoochun was terribly against it. Every single attempt at even a bit of dominance was instantly cut short. Whether it was Yoochun forcefully submitting him back onto the bed or simply making up an excuse to walk out of the situation, it was evident that his lover wouldn’t let him just have it. But then last night…
~~Last night~~
“Nnngghh~~ Fuck…” Yoochun woke up, startled by his own dreams and the unbearable pressure between his legs. One look at the clock told him it was way too late to be asking for sex but nonetheless he didn’t hesitate to shake his lover awake while he touched himself panting excitedly. “Xiah, baby~”
Junsu had been pleasantly dreaming about becoming an all star football champion, his number ten, the best, highlighted in deep blue standing against the hurt-your-eyes red of the Korea national team jersey. Out of nowhere moans were echoing all throughout the stadium drowning the cheers from the crowd. The field became shrouded in darkness.
“Junsu!!”
“What!? What? What is it? What’s wrong baby?!” Still blinded by the haze of sleep Junsu turned around in bed, alarmed at being awoken so abruptly. He started padding around until his small hands came into contact with Yoochun’s arm and his lover’s unsettling state. “Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
On the other side of the bed Yoochun was groaning. Taking the opportunity he captured one of Junsu’s wondering hands and placed it directly over his bulging crotch. No-nonsense with his actions he squeezed his erect member along with his lover’s hand. “This is what’s wrong. Nngh… Aaah~ Yes…” That was what finally lifted Junsu’s dazed spell, a smirk coming across his features.
“Baby… Were you having erotic dreams again?” He asked with a naughty smirk as he approached his lover's ear, whispering his next words into it. “Were you dreaming about me?” Junsu could’ve sworn that he felt his lover tense even for a millisecond before he let out his breathy response.
“Maybe... why don’t you just hurry up and help me huh?” Feeling nothing indignant about the demand Junsu proceeded to help his lover. He started squeezing harder onto his erection over his underwear while Yoochun threw the covers off both of them. “Oh god… I- I need you baby.” His words, his husky moans, they had a needy tone but didn’t stop being demanding. “The things you did to me, the things we did together, I- I have to come.” Were his final coherent words of the night before he took Junsu's hand again, guiding it under his boxers.
Curiosity had risen at an alarming level inside Junsu’s head. ‘The things I did to him? He’s going to have to tell me about this in the morning.’ He knew Yoochun wouldn’t answer his question in his state. More than anything his lover wanted relieve and Junsu believe it or not just wanted to get back to sleep.
~~The next morning~~
After that odd wakeup call in the middle of the night Junsu had been left wondering. Wondering of the things that had happened in his lover’s dream that had him so hard, so flustered, so unbearably bothered. The first thought that had popped up in his head was, of course, that he could’ve been topping Yoochun in his dream. But maybe that was just his desires thinking for him.
That morning he had woken up to an empty nest, Yoochun’s side of the bed in disarray. Nothing serious, it only left Junsu to wonder even more. While brushing his teeth he wondered, while showering he wondered, even while using the toilet, all he could think of was ‘What was Yoochun dreaming about? Could it be?’ He was determined to find out, it might be nothing but then again it might be everything as well. Everything to Junsu, all his worries and frustrations finally resolved. Yet again, his desires speaking for him, hoping for him.
Outside of the room a strong smell of breakfast and coffee hit Junsu’s senses. The enchanting aroma led him into the kitchen were miraculously Yoochun was cleaning the counter top after having cooked breakfast for the both of them. From the frame of the kitchen door Junsu smiled. “Good morning Chunnie-ah. How did you sleep?”
Yoochun turned around, a little startled but smiling all the while. “Hey, morning babe. I slept very well thank you.” Yoochun pulled Junsu into his arms, like the gentleman he always was, to embrace him and kiss his soft lips good morning. “I made you some breakfast it’s in the microwave.” Regardless of the pressing need to ask Yoochun about his dream Junsu simply smiled, kissed back and gathered his breakfast. It wasn’t usual to get the royal treatment so he would enjoy that first.
Junsu sat at the table, different plates in front of him like rice topped with kimchi, soup, pickled veggies and a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Definitely not bad for Yoochun’s usual preference over a western style breakfast. ‘It’s faster to cook.’ He always said. Junsu was starting to worry, what if that was yet another distraction from the talk. “Eat up babe. It’s my thank you gift for helping this guy in need last night.” Ah there it was. He was just being nice. Junsu chuckled.
“Pabo… You don’t have to thank me. Besides if I hadn’t helped you then you probably would’ve raped me in my sleep.” He said with his typical loud laughter to which Yoochun shook his head, chuckling over his cup of coffee. That was the moment of now-or-never Junsu was looking for. It was the perfect moment to ask. “So what were you dreaming about that was so amazing your hard-on woke you up?”
There it was again, that flash of tension, this time undoubtedly reflected on Yoochun’s face. “Uuhh just… things…" He was merely mumbling. Junsu could see how nervous he was; it was visible in the shuffling of his legs, the tapping on the counter, his eyes averting to anywhere but him. “Let’s just say it had you. It had me hard and begging.” A vague answer and a swift flee from the scene. In the flash of a second Yoochun was out of the kitchen and sprawled on the sofa. Evading things again. But this time Junsu was quick to follow. No way was he getting away with it, not again.
Breakfast forgotten for the moment Junsu was sitting next to Yoochun in a heartbeat. “Aaww come on baby. I want the juicy details. What happened in the dream?” Fortunately he didn’t have to beg much. Yoochun sighed, looked defeated, even slightly scared but he spilled the beans anyway.
“Well… I had just come out of the shower and when I walked into my room you were there, on my bed, naked. For some reason I crawled to you, giving you a hot, wet kiss, and then.... well.” He stopped, hesitated, his usual nervous ticks coming into play. Yoochun was playing with Junsu's hair, looking over at the TV but not really seeing it, tapping his foot on the carpet below. “Uum… You told me to get on all fours, and I did... shit happened."
‘YES!!’ Little time to celebrate since Yoochun had sprang up from the sofa leaving a very shocked but excited Junsu behind. It took the shorter male some time to actually register his lover was gone. In his mind he was throwing a party telling himself that this was it, this was the right time and that Yoochun would finally let him top. Junsu also sprang up from the sofa and half ran to the piano room where his boyfriend went into hiding, playing a nameless tune. The other wouldn’t even meet Junsu’s gaze, didn’t want to see his lover’s cheeky smile or the excitement visibly spilling out from his eyes in the form of sparkles.
“Yoochun-ah are you for real? You really dreamt that I topped you?” Junsu asked with all that Yoochun had feared was reflected on his face; happiness, joy, hope. “I shouldn't even ask this but... You liked it? That much? In your dream?” It had to be; otherwise he wouldn’t have woken him up in the middle of the night, almost morning, to suck him off because his dream had been that intensely erotic.
“You're right, you shouldn’t ask.” The other answered and lifted the top of his piano, blocking his lover out of view. He just didn’t want to see all that blinding happiness at the moment. Yoochun started playing some other random song he had been composing, trying his best to zone out, to distract himself as much as possible. Meanwhile he kept muttering to himself. "It was just a dream… Only that. Nothing much.” But Junsu was unrelenting. He wouldn’t let the other just evade it again. Not this time, no sir.
He walked around the piano and sat right next to his lover on the bench. “YooChun-ah~ baby~ Come on tell me about it.” He tried with a sweet smile and a childish tone. It was about time the other came clean about his feelings towards switching up. Weren’t couples supposed to be 50/50, all for one and one for all? It wasn’t that Junsu thought he was superior and deserved it or anything like that; it was simply a desire of his. He had pleased his lover many times before with his kinky requests only battling a little before letting the other have his will. Couldn’t Yoochun do the same for him even just that once?
“What is there to tell?” He asked quickly getting up, escaping again. "I think I have to work today." He stated blatantly and walked to his room in search for clothing. In his fleeing state he completely ignored his lover’s questions, just kept on doing his thing as if the conversation had been over. It was probably over from the moment it started. “I wonder if I’ll have to stay overnight…” At that point Junsu had enough of his childish behavior, which brings us to the present situation.
~~The Present~~
“What is it? Tell me! What are you so afraid of?!” Junsu’s temper rarely flared to unconstrained proportions when he was around Yoochun. This was one of those rare times and Yoochun felt it. He felt it burning his skin, burning away at his conscience until a deep mark of guilt edge into his mind. “You think I won’t be able to satisfy you? Is that it? I feel like you’re not taking me seriously here.” Even after the flurry of anger thrust his way, fucking his mind way deeper than anyone could fuck his body Yoochun just couldn’t find the words to face his lover.
He sat there on the bed, his head hung low. Meanwhile Junsu waited exasperatedly for an answer by the door to Yoochun’s bedroom. The constant ‘tap, tap, tap’ of his house slipper echoing against the stern silence in the room. “Yoochun?”
No answer.
“Yoochun! Answer me goddamnit!!” Nothing. “I swear to God!! Agh!”
Enough was enough.
Junsu took five long strides towards his lover and with the momentum of his movements tackled the other onto the bed. He pinned his lover there, underneath him like he had wanted for so long. A part of his mind was screaming at him to stop, to take things calmly but the other was telling him that it was his moment. No other opportunity like that one would come around so easily. Yoochun was struggling against his fury fueled vice grip, trying to get his lover off him. “Why? Why do you always avoid me? I’m just as much a man as you are and I’m sure as hell that I can top you just as well as you top me. Open up to the possibility why don’t you?” The last he said with a smirk, pun totally intended.
“Junsu wait.” Yoochun pleaded, probably trying to cut a deal. “We can talk about this.”
“I’ve done enough waiting. I’ve been trying to talk about it with you forever. It’s too late for words. I’ll just have to show you how good it feels when someone drives into you to finally get it through your thick skull.” That was no longer nice Junsu, no longer innocent, kid like Junsu. This was the Junsu that got what he wanted, the Junsu that had grown-up desires. There was no reasoning with him at this point. “You might as well lay back and enjoy it.”
Yoochun’s eyes were as wide as road-kill-to-be and Junsu was the rapidly approaching truck that would inevitably run over him, quite literally. His fear was evident but he also knew everything Junsu had said was true. He had been afraid. He was afraid of the pain, of the results, God forbid he didn’t even like it. What then? Either way he would never find out until they tried it. At that moment was when it hit him; it was only fair. Junsu had done so many things for him in the past. At that moment was when he realized that his lover had probably been scared of trying all those things as well, but it was so natural for him that he hadn’t thought about it. Still this Junsu wasn’t about to let him have it easy and he was even more afraid now that it was too late for reason or epiphanies.
“No last words? Any requests?”
Silence.
“Alright then. We’ll have it my way.” Junsu climbed completely on top of his boyfriend, effectively pinning him down with the weight of his body. “It’s your turn to try out the ropes.” On one of his spontaneous moments Yoochun had bought a Japanese silk rope bondage set, the type that would go attached to the frame of the bed, so he could ‘submit’ him. Neatly stored away underneath Yoochun’s mattress Junsu could easily reach over and grab them.
“What? Wait! No, Junsu-ah, It doesn’t have to be this way, you just need to calm down a little, let out some steam, we can try this later when you’re cool.” Yoochun pleaded in a quick run-on sentence. He began struggling against his lover’s weight but Junsu sitting on his belly wasn’t helping him much.
“Now, now, Chunnie-ah. This is precisely why I have to chain you down. You won’t stay still and let me do my thing. I’m sorry hun, you just left me no choice.” With much difficulty and almost falling off the bed twice Junsu managed to cuff both of his lover’s hands to the sides of the bed. He stepped back, getting off the bed, to admire his work and Yoochun immediately began pulling on the restraints. He even started kicking and cursing. “Stop it! Or I’ll be forced to tie your feet too.” Junsu won round one and it seemed the entire match was already set up for a Xiah victory. Yoochun had no chance of escaping.
With his lover safely strapped to the bed Junsu took his time to circle around him, take it all in, plan his next move. “Now I see why you wanted me strapped to your bed so much.” He commented casually with a permanent smirk on his lips bordering on devilish.
“Damn it Xiah!! This isn’t funny!! Let me go!!”
“Oh hush! Now stay right there baby. Don’t move an inch.” Moving quickly the smaller male made his way into Yoochun’s closet.
On the bed Yoochun stopped trying to pull his arms free. All he could’ve pulled that way was a muscle. His eyes followed Junsu around the room and when the other went into the closet he knew exactly what he was looking for. That fact only served to make just that much more nervous. Being in such a vulnerable position there was very little he could do to prevent what was about to happen. He knew that Junsu would stop if he was serious about it, his lover wouldn’t force himself on him like that but at the same time… Yoochun couldn’t find an argument in him. He silently awaited the storm.
Quickly emerging back into the room with a clear storage box, Junsu approached the bed. What the box stored? Only their favorite toys. “Hhmm what should I use…?”
“Junsu…”
“Maybe I should use this?” Junsu pulled out a very exotic looking vibrator from the box but then put it back in right after. “Or perhaps this?” Another toy, this time they were beads, the regular curved style. With every passing toy the one strapped to the bed changed colors.
“Ok no, I think this one is just perfect.” From the clear box a blue colored ripple plug was pulled, the smallest one of a set of two. “I just know this will end up convincing you Chunnie-ah~” He said to his lover, wiggling the plug around in the air for the other to see. “Remember when you used it on me for the first time? I told you it was kinda small. I know you can take it baby.”
Yoochun’s face only reflected that kind of ‘things that come back to bite you in the ass’ emotion. And boy was it so true. Not necessarily was the plug going to bite him but it was certainly going in his ass. “W-well yeah, but… but you were already used to it.” Lame! Not enough of a good argument to dissuade Xiah Junsu from his task. “Junsu-ah… you really wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to right?” Junsu made as if he was thinking about it, scrunching up his nose in thought. “JUNSU!”
“Of course not! But you do want it. So with that settled let’s get the show started.” Junsu answered easily, setting the box next to the bed and placing the plug on the nightstand alongside a medium bottle of lubricant. “Don’t worry. You’ll see that you’ll like it and then you’ll just be begging me for more.” Apparently Yoochun didn’t believe it because his face was a rainbow of confused and probably tangled emotions.
Junsu climbed onto the bed again, slowly crawling over Yoochun’s body until he was face to face with him. One of his hands came slowly up to caress his lover’s face, the movement gentle and loving. On the receiving end of the caresses Yoochun closed his eyes, breathing deep. The next thing he felt was a set of warm, coaxing lips seducing his own pair. At first Yoochun didn’t respond but slowly Junsu’s insistent tongue began to break his will and he opened his mouth. Their tongues collided in a wet knot of rising hunger. Yoochun found himself melting into the kiss, unable to resist his lover’s skillful mouth. Kisses just had that kind of magic where desire overshadowed reason.
Continuing down Yoochun’s body Junsu began leaving a random trail of bright red marks as he kissed and nipped at his lover’s neck, enjoying the taste he found there. His hunger only grew, becoming greedier, more savage. His lips trailed all the way down to his chest and he bit down where he felt one of Yoochun’s nipples under his shirt. Immediately after his hands went down to take a hold of the hem of the other’s shirt. He lifted it until he could bunch it up behind Yoochun’s head. The now exposed body was all his to play with. The strapped man’s skin was a smooth plane of white, a blank canvas just begging to be painted. Junsu didn’t hesitate to attach both lips and teeth to the skin, to shower it with endless kisses, playful bites and sensual licks.
Up until then Yoochun wasn’t complaining, he rather enjoyed the flurry of attention. Junsu’s mouth was like an electric shock to his already altered nerve endings. There was nothing else he could do but squirm and groan. The straining of the silk rope bounds could only be heard through Yoochun’s whines as his hand ached to touch his lover. He was like a caged predator being taunted by his own prey. “Junsu-ah, why don’t you- Nngh!”
Junsu wasn’t hearing any of it; he had dipped his hand under Yoochun’s pants and started groping at the barely twitching member he found there. That fact made Junsu pout. “That won’t do.” He pulled the pants off, threw them somewhere and began groping again, feeling it slowly but surely responding to his advances. Junsu lowered his face again to start leaving more kisses on Yoochun’s smooth, lean belly right under his bellybutton. He knew that was a sweet spot for his lover and it was confirmed the moment he heard that faint mewling and felt the obvious squirming.
“Mmmnng~ Junsu~”
Enjoyment was the key word to what Junsu was feeling. Having his lover writhing under his touch was something that always enticed him but right at the moment, knowing he had all the power, it was that much more stimulating to his senses. At that moment he looked up at his lover’s face only to see Yoochun pressing his eyes closed. Even when his body was falling under the spell the only thing that was cruising Yoochun’s mind was the near future, what was to come. He couldn’t focus enough on the touches or the pleasure his lover was providing him with. It was like he was forming a mental barrier between his body and his lover. “Baby~ Don’t think too much. Just feel. Let it flow. You know I won’t hurt you.” It was the only way Junsu thought to calm his troubled lover. He knew that he had to put Yoochun in such a situation for the other to finally react.
“Look at me Yoochun.” He didn’t open his eyes. “Yoochun-ah. Open your eyes and look at me.” When he finally did he saw a smiling Xiah stripped of his shirt but for some reason that smile wasn’t comforting, it looked almost treacherous. On the other hand seeing his lover half naked was making him feel less vulnerable and more on the horny side. Junsu’s body was something that always turned him on no matter what he did with it.
“Maybe you just need a little visual stimulus.” Junsu stood up on the bed, one leg to each side of his lover’s body, and began swaying his delectable hips. All those sex faces that he often made on stage were openly displayed for his lover to enjoy. From one moment to another Junsu was dancing atop of him, on his knees, completely naked and touching his body. Yoochun simply forgot whatever objections he previously had when a noticeable tent formed in his boxers.
Operation distraction was put into effect.
Junsu rubbed his hands all over Yoochun’s chest gradually going down his body, to his sides and back to the center, teasing his belly button and leaving kisses on the sensitive skin beneath it. When his lips came across the waistband of his boxers he didn’t hesitate to dip his fingers underneath them then pull on it. Slowly, torturously, the piece of clothing came off; Yoochun surprisingly aided in the task. His swollen member sprang out of its confines visibly asking for attention which Junsu did not deny. His lips went down to leave small sucks on the tip while calmly pumping at the base with his hand.
“Aah! Xiah~” In any other situation Yoochun’s hands would have instantly gone into Junsu’s hair but unfortunately for him his hands were tied to the sides of the bed. All he could do was strain against the silk bounds and buck his hips up as the only means of relief from the tension. Junsu began taking more of him into his mouth, letting him thrust up into his mouth at first just so he would be able to relax and go with it.
Small beads of precum leaked into Junsu’s mouth and he smiled around Yoochun’s arousal. He let it slide out of his mouth to smile up to his boyfriend. “You’re behaving so nicely Yoochun-ah.” Junsu crawled over Yoochun’s body and suddenly attacked his lover’s mouth effectively surprising the other. After the surprise had passed Yoochun melted into the kiss, into the feeling of Junsu’s sly, skillful tongue lapping at the insides of his mouth. What he didn’t know was that while his eyes were closed, enjoying the make out session, his lover was secretly reaching over for the lube and the butt plug on the night stand.
Successful in his endeavor Junsu managed to place those on the bed, somewhere between Yoochun’s legs where his range of vision wouldn’t let him see them. Making his trail down Yoochun’s body again Junsu poised himself to start sucking on his lover. He pressed on the base of Yoochun’s cock while fervently sucking on the rest of it. Secretly, though, Junsu used his free hand to grab the small ripple plug.
He didn’t use it yet though; he let mouth travel down the length of his lover’s arousal to suck on his testicles. The audible moans coming from up above gave way to the pleasure Yoochun was feeling when he did that and Junsu repeated the action. Little by little he inched his way further south until his tongue came into contact with the small puckered entrance. Lapping at it Junsu felt his lover tense up then slowly relax. Some form of protest came from Yoochun’s mouth but it was hardly coherent, non-convincing whatsoever plus his will seemed to have died down to an almost state of oblivion.
When the area around Yoochun’s entrance was wet enough Junsu brought his mouth back to suck on his cock. The older of the two was already lost in a sea of lust that was rocking him back and forth with its incessant waves. It was the time. Junsu brought the butt plug up to Yoochun’s tight entrance and pushed it in without a second thought.
“Ah! Junsu-ah!” Neither pain, nor pleasure. Yoochun’s voice carried surprise, shock and confusion. On the very least there was little apprehension in his tone. Junsu sucked more diligently as he pushed in further. Half of the butt plug was already inserted and Yoochun’s breath had become heavy. With small probing motions Junsu tilted the beaded wand upwards until… “Aaahh!! Nng~ Junsu… was that…?” Positive about the fact that he had found Yoochun’s prostate Junsu did the same motion again. “Aaaahhh~~ Do that again!”
But Junsu didn’t comply. He sat up straight, took the butt plug out and smirked up at his boyfriend. “You liked that Yoochun-ah?” Said man turned his face away, a deep shade of red and a barely noticeable nod. “Come on say it. You had no problem asking me for more just now.”
A theatrical roll of his eyes leads to Yoochun admitting that in fact- “Yes… I liked that…” Step one of preparation was a success. Junsu was having his way and his lover was better off liking it. Without further ado Junsu poured lubricant onto his hand and decided not to waste any more time, instantly inserting one cool finger into his lover’s entrance. Yoochun shot his eyes closed as if that could prepare him for what was to come, or lessen the pain.
Two fingers were in and his body seemed to be taking it well. Junsu scissored his fingers inside, stretching the muscle and the tissue as far as it was possible for his slim digits. Further up the bed another set of hands was tightly gripping at the silk ropes that bound them, this time it had nothing to do with the restriction of movements.
“Aaah, that kind of hurts...” Three fingers were inside working their way to ease the pressure the muscles were making on them but Yoochun’s increase in tension wasn’t helping. It would get better though, Junsu knew this from first hand experience. All he needed to do was go on with it. Finish it off before the other had time to complain.
“You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Junsu lubed up his much neglected, hard member hissing and groaning at the attention it was finally given. He positioned the head of his cock onto his lover’s entrance and pushed past the quivering ring of muscles. Inch by inch he sheathed himself inside his lover until their hips were flush against each other. Both men were left breathless at the sensations. Yoochun’s walls were closing down on him tight, warm and pulsating with the natural rejection to the intrusion. “Aah~~ Yoochun…”
Yoochun’s eyes watered, he kept them tight shut as his every muscle tensed up. Junsu’s length was stretching him to what felt like his limits. The other man didn’t move much for what seemed like centuries of adjusting to such an alien touch. No matter how Yoochun shifted he couldn’t find it a comfortable intromission. But things wouldn’t seem to be getting any better if Junsu didn’t move. Was he doing it just to torture him? It was very clear to older male that at some point things were supposed to feel good otherwise his lover wouldn’t be screaming in pleasure every time they did it; that or all ukes were simply masochists.
He would know just when and how things would be good but for the moment Junsu would take his fair time to get there. Slowly he pulled out of his lover then forcefully pushed inside.
“AH! Shit!” Poor Yoochun had to take his lover’s passion and fury at the same time.
Falling into a faint rhythm Junsu speeded up his regular thrusting. Many times on stage Yoochun had witnessed the power of the smaller man’s hips but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of them, and he also never thought he’d find it so incredibly lust enticing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not those flexible hips coming into contact with his as he felt Junsu’s girth fill him was something out of this planet.
It didn’t take long then for both men to be panting and moaning. No air-conditioning or fan was on to ease away the sweat that covered their bodies. Junsu had both of Yoochun’s legs wide spread apart while he forcefully pounded into him. Being the exaggerated man he was Yoochun’s screams of pleasure could be heard through the entire apartment; possibly the entire building. “Fuck!! Junsu!! Yes! Right there baby!”
The pain, the burning; it was all forgotten, overridden with the pleasure he was providing for his lover; thrusting time and time again into his sensitive spot, making him scream. As best as he could he started fisting Yoochun’s hard erection, heightening the pleasure, bringing him ever so close to the Promised Land.
“I- Aah~ I’m gonna come! Aah! Fuck~ Junsu make me come!” The fisting became harder as the thrusting became sloppy. Both of them too close to the peak to keep control. It was almost simultaneous when it happened.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!”
“Mmmnnggghh~~”
Orgasm hit them strong. Junsu spilled his thick fluids deep into his lover while Yoochun’s white seed splurged onto their bodies, staining the bed sheets.
Slowly their bodies cooled down and their breathing became somewhat even. Junsu pulled out of Yoochun and lay on top of him, simply sharing the nice warmth that exuded from their bodies. Neither of them spoke a word simply shared the silence. Junsu didn’t have to ask if Yoochun had liked it. The white substance that was dripping down his own abdomen was proof enough.
“You need to let my arms go baby. They’re kind of numb…”
“But I like you right as you are. Tied up and begging.” Junsu answered with a smirk and a soft kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “Wow, this is just what I needed.” He continued as he stretched his back muscles and arms. “Now I’m thirsty.” Swiftly and briskly Junsu got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom leaving a still tied Yoochun behind.
“JUNSU!!! COME BACK HERE AND UNTIE ME THIS MINUTE!!! JUNSU!!!”
Pairing: AhKy (or SuChun)
Genre: Drama, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): AU, Semi-forced Sex, Bondage
Word Count: 5, 538
Summary: Avoid it as much as you want, you can run but you can’t hide. Yoochun always avoided the talk but Junsu was sick and tired of his boyfriend’s childish attitude. Why was he so scared of bottoming anyway?
A/N: This ficlet sprouted from the roots of an RPG (Role Playing Game) between my sister and me. The RPG in itself is AU and although you can’t really tell except for one part of this fic, I thought I’d point it out. Aside from that, just enjoy it and leave me some feedback. ^__^ Please?
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“Yoochun! Stop it!! Stop running away from me. Evading me like I’m the plague or something…” Junsu had about enough of his boyfriend’s charades. That was the last straw for him. He had been subtly bringing it up for a while but Yoochun always evaded it, always found some way to avert his attention and once again fall pray to his incessant charms.
Before you get it all wrong, Junsu had no problem in being bottom. God knows he enjoys having his lover over him doing all those things God always told him not to do, or the people who represent him on earth anyway. There was no denying Yoochun was a great lover inside and outside of the bed. But there came the time when Junsu just needed it, wanted it. He wanted to have the power, have the control; he wanted to be the one making his boyfriend shiver with pleasure as he hit his spot over and over. But it always came down to this.
For over a month Junsu had struggled with his own desires, controlling them for the sake of his lover. He hadn’t even needed to ask if the other was ok with him topping to know Yoochun was terribly against it. Every single attempt at even a bit of dominance was instantly cut short. Whether it was Yoochun forcefully submitting him back onto the bed or simply making up an excuse to walk out of the situation, it was evident that his lover wouldn’t let him just have it. But then last night…
~~Last night~~
“Nnngghh~~ Fuck…” Yoochun woke up, startled by his own dreams and the unbearable pressure between his legs. One look at the clock told him it was way too late to be asking for sex but nonetheless he didn’t hesitate to shake his lover awake while he touched himself panting excitedly. “Xiah, baby~”
Junsu had been pleasantly dreaming about becoming an all star football champion, his number ten, the best, highlighted in deep blue standing against the hurt-your-eyes red of the Korea national team jersey. Out of nowhere moans were echoing all throughout the stadium drowning the cheers from the crowd. The field became shrouded in darkness.
“Junsu!!”
“What!? What? What is it? What’s wrong baby?!” Still blinded by the haze of sleep Junsu turned around in bed, alarmed at being awoken so abruptly. He started padding around until his small hands came into contact with Yoochun’s arm and his lover’s unsettling state. “Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
On the other side of the bed Yoochun was groaning. Taking the opportunity he captured one of Junsu’s wondering hands and placed it directly over his bulging crotch. No-nonsense with his actions he squeezed his erect member along with his lover’s hand. “This is what’s wrong. Nngh… Aaah~ Yes…” That was what finally lifted Junsu’s dazed spell, a smirk coming across his features.
“Baby… Were you having erotic dreams again?” He asked with a naughty smirk as he approached his lover's ear, whispering his next words into it. “Were you dreaming about me?” Junsu could’ve sworn that he felt his lover tense even for a millisecond before he let out his breathy response.
“Maybe... why don’t you just hurry up and help me huh?” Feeling nothing indignant about the demand Junsu proceeded to help his lover. He started squeezing harder onto his erection over his underwear while Yoochun threw the covers off both of them. “Oh god… I- I need you baby.” His words, his husky moans, they had a needy tone but didn’t stop being demanding. “The things you did to me, the things we did together, I- I have to come.” Were his final coherent words of the night before he took Junsu's hand again, guiding it under his boxers.
Curiosity had risen at an alarming level inside Junsu’s head. ‘The things I did to him? He’s going to have to tell me about this in the morning.’ He knew Yoochun wouldn’t answer his question in his state. More than anything his lover wanted relieve and Junsu believe it or not just wanted to get back to sleep.
~~The next morning~~
After that odd wakeup call in the middle of the night Junsu had been left wondering. Wondering of the things that had happened in his lover’s dream that had him so hard, so flustered, so unbearably bothered. The first thought that had popped up in his head was, of course, that he could’ve been topping Yoochun in his dream. But maybe that was just his desires thinking for him.
That morning he had woken up to an empty nest, Yoochun’s side of the bed in disarray. Nothing serious, it only left Junsu to wonder even more. While brushing his teeth he wondered, while showering he wondered, even while using the toilet, all he could think of was ‘What was Yoochun dreaming about? Could it be?’ He was determined to find out, it might be nothing but then again it might be everything as well. Everything to Junsu, all his worries and frustrations finally resolved. Yet again, his desires speaking for him, hoping for him.
Outside of the room a strong smell of breakfast and coffee hit Junsu’s senses. The enchanting aroma led him into the kitchen were miraculously Yoochun was cleaning the counter top after having cooked breakfast for the both of them. From the frame of the kitchen door Junsu smiled. “Good morning Chunnie-ah. How did you sleep?”
Yoochun turned around, a little startled but smiling all the while. “Hey, morning babe. I slept very well thank you.” Yoochun pulled Junsu into his arms, like the gentleman he always was, to embrace him and kiss his soft lips good morning. “I made you some breakfast it’s in the microwave.” Regardless of the pressing need to ask Yoochun about his dream Junsu simply smiled, kissed back and gathered his breakfast. It wasn’t usual to get the royal treatment so he would enjoy that first.
Junsu sat at the table, different plates in front of him like rice topped with kimchi, soup, pickled veggies and a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Definitely not bad for Yoochun’s usual preference over a western style breakfast. ‘It’s faster to cook.’ He always said. Junsu was starting to worry, what if that was yet another distraction from the talk. “Eat up babe. It’s my thank you gift for helping this guy in need last night.” Ah there it was. He was just being nice. Junsu chuckled.
“Pabo… You don’t have to thank me. Besides if I hadn’t helped you then you probably would’ve raped me in my sleep.” He said with his typical loud laughter to which Yoochun shook his head, chuckling over his cup of coffee. That was the moment of now-or-never Junsu was looking for. It was the perfect moment to ask. “So what were you dreaming about that was so amazing your hard-on woke you up?”
There it was again, that flash of tension, this time undoubtedly reflected on Yoochun’s face. “Uuhh just… things…" He was merely mumbling. Junsu could see how nervous he was; it was visible in the shuffling of his legs, the tapping on the counter, his eyes averting to anywhere but him. “Let’s just say it had you. It had me hard and begging.” A vague answer and a swift flee from the scene. In the flash of a second Yoochun was out of the kitchen and sprawled on the sofa. Evading things again. But this time Junsu was quick to follow. No way was he getting away with it, not again.
Breakfast forgotten for the moment Junsu was sitting next to Yoochun in a heartbeat. “Aaww come on baby. I want the juicy details. What happened in the dream?” Fortunately he didn’t have to beg much. Yoochun sighed, looked defeated, even slightly scared but he spilled the beans anyway.
“Well… I had just come out of the shower and when I walked into my room you were there, on my bed, naked. For some reason I crawled to you, giving you a hot, wet kiss, and then.... well.” He stopped, hesitated, his usual nervous ticks coming into play. Yoochun was playing with Junsu's hair, looking over at the TV but not really seeing it, tapping his foot on the carpet below. “Uum… You told me to get on all fours, and I did... shit happened."
‘YES!!’ Little time to celebrate since Yoochun had sprang up from the sofa leaving a very shocked but excited Junsu behind. It took the shorter male some time to actually register his lover was gone. In his mind he was throwing a party telling himself that this was it, this was the right time and that Yoochun would finally let him top. Junsu also sprang up from the sofa and half ran to the piano room where his boyfriend went into hiding, playing a nameless tune. The other wouldn’t even meet Junsu’s gaze, didn’t want to see his lover’s cheeky smile or the excitement visibly spilling out from his eyes in the form of sparkles.
“Yoochun-ah are you for real? You really dreamt that I topped you?” Junsu asked with all that Yoochun had feared was reflected on his face; happiness, joy, hope. “I shouldn't even ask this but... You liked it? That much? In your dream?” It had to be; otherwise he wouldn’t have woken him up in the middle of the night, almost morning, to suck him off because his dream had been that intensely erotic.
“You're right, you shouldn’t ask.” The other answered and lifted the top of his piano, blocking his lover out of view. He just didn’t want to see all that blinding happiness at the moment. Yoochun started playing some other random song he had been composing, trying his best to zone out, to distract himself as much as possible. Meanwhile he kept muttering to himself. "It was just a dream… Only that. Nothing much.” But Junsu was unrelenting. He wouldn’t let the other just evade it again. Not this time, no sir.
He walked around the piano and sat right next to his lover on the bench. “YooChun-ah~ baby~ Come on tell me about it.” He tried with a sweet smile and a childish tone. It was about time the other came clean about his feelings towards switching up. Weren’t couples supposed to be 50/50, all for one and one for all? It wasn’t that Junsu thought he was superior and deserved it or anything like that; it was simply a desire of his. He had pleased his lover many times before with his kinky requests only battling a little before letting the other have his will. Couldn’t Yoochun do the same for him even just that once?
“What is there to tell?” He asked quickly getting up, escaping again. "I think I have to work today." He stated blatantly and walked to his room in search for clothing. In his fleeing state he completely ignored his lover’s questions, just kept on doing his thing as if the conversation had been over. It was probably over from the moment it started. “I wonder if I’ll have to stay overnight…” At that point Junsu had enough of his childish behavior, which brings us to the present situation.
~~The Present~~
“What is it? Tell me! What are you so afraid of?!” Junsu’s temper rarely flared to unconstrained proportions when he was around Yoochun. This was one of those rare times and Yoochun felt it. He felt it burning his skin, burning away at his conscience until a deep mark of guilt edge into his mind. “You think I won’t be able to satisfy you? Is that it? I feel like you’re not taking me seriously here.” Even after the flurry of anger thrust his way, fucking his mind way deeper than anyone could fuck his body Yoochun just couldn’t find the words to face his lover.
He sat there on the bed, his head hung low. Meanwhile Junsu waited exasperatedly for an answer by the door to Yoochun’s bedroom. The constant ‘tap, tap, tap’ of his house slipper echoing against the stern silence in the room. “Yoochun?”
No answer.
“Yoochun! Answer me goddamnit!!” Nothing. “I swear to God!! Agh!”
Enough was enough.
Junsu took five long strides towards his lover and with the momentum of his movements tackled the other onto the bed. He pinned his lover there, underneath him like he had wanted for so long. A part of his mind was screaming at him to stop, to take things calmly but the other was telling him that it was his moment. No other opportunity like that one would come around so easily. Yoochun was struggling against his fury fueled vice grip, trying to get his lover off him. “Why? Why do you always avoid me? I’m just as much a man as you are and I’m sure as hell that I can top you just as well as you top me. Open up to the possibility why don’t you?” The last he said with a smirk, pun totally intended.
“Junsu wait.” Yoochun pleaded, probably trying to cut a deal. “We can talk about this.”
“I’ve done enough waiting. I’ve been trying to talk about it with you forever. It’s too late for words. I’ll just have to show you how good it feels when someone drives into you to finally get it through your thick skull.” That was no longer nice Junsu, no longer innocent, kid like Junsu. This was the Junsu that got what he wanted, the Junsu that had grown-up desires. There was no reasoning with him at this point. “You might as well lay back and enjoy it.”
Yoochun’s eyes were as wide as road-kill-to-be and Junsu was the rapidly approaching truck that would inevitably run over him, quite literally. His fear was evident but he also knew everything Junsu had said was true. He had been afraid. He was afraid of the pain, of the results, God forbid he didn’t even like it. What then? Either way he would never find out until they tried it. At that moment was when it hit him; it was only fair. Junsu had done so many things for him in the past. At that moment was when he realized that his lover had probably been scared of trying all those things as well, but it was so natural for him that he hadn’t thought about it. Still this Junsu wasn’t about to let him have it easy and he was even more afraid now that it was too late for reason or epiphanies.
“No last words? Any requests?”
Silence.
“Alright then. We’ll have it my way.” Junsu climbed completely on top of his boyfriend, effectively pinning him down with the weight of his body. “It’s your turn to try out the ropes.” On one of his spontaneous moments Yoochun had bought a Japanese silk rope bondage set, the type that would go attached to the frame of the bed, so he could ‘submit’ him. Neatly stored away underneath Yoochun’s mattress Junsu could easily reach over and grab them.
“What? Wait! No, Junsu-ah, It doesn’t have to be this way, you just need to calm down a little, let out some steam, we can try this later when you’re cool.” Yoochun pleaded in a quick run-on sentence. He began struggling against his lover’s weight but Junsu sitting on his belly wasn’t helping him much.
“Now, now, Chunnie-ah. This is precisely why I have to chain you down. You won’t stay still and let me do my thing. I’m sorry hun, you just left me no choice.” With much difficulty and almost falling off the bed twice Junsu managed to cuff both of his lover’s hands to the sides of the bed. He stepped back, getting off the bed, to admire his work and Yoochun immediately began pulling on the restraints. He even started kicking and cursing. “Stop it! Or I’ll be forced to tie your feet too.” Junsu won round one and it seemed the entire match was already set up for a Xiah victory. Yoochun had no chance of escaping.
With his lover safely strapped to the bed Junsu took his time to circle around him, take it all in, plan his next move. “Now I see why you wanted me strapped to your bed so much.” He commented casually with a permanent smirk on his lips bordering on devilish.
“Damn it Xiah!! This isn’t funny!! Let me go!!”
“Oh hush! Now stay right there baby. Don’t move an inch.” Moving quickly the smaller male made his way into Yoochun’s closet.
On the bed Yoochun stopped trying to pull his arms free. All he could’ve pulled that way was a muscle. His eyes followed Junsu around the room and when the other went into the closet he knew exactly what he was looking for. That fact only served to make just that much more nervous. Being in such a vulnerable position there was very little he could do to prevent what was about to happen. He knew that Junsu would stop if he was serious about it, his lover wouldn’t force himself on him like that but at the same time… Yoochun couldn’t find an argument in him. He silently awaited the storm.
Quickly emerging back into the room with a clear storage box, Junsu approached the bed. What the box stored? Only their favorite toys. “Hhmm what should I use…?”
“Junsu…”
“Maybe I should use this?” Junsu pulled out a very exotic looking vibrator from the box but then put it back in right after. “Or perhaps this?” Another toy, this time they were beads, the regular curved style. With every passing toy the one strapped to the bed changed colors.
“Ok no, I think this one is just perfect.” From the clear box a blue colored ripple plug was pulled, the smallest one of a set of two. “I just know this will end up convincing you Chunnie-ah~” He said to his lover, wiggling the plug around in the air for the other to see. “Remember when you used it on me for the first time? I told you it was kinda small. I know you can take it baby.”
Yoochun’s face only reflected that kind of ‘things that come back to bite you in the ass’ emotion. And boy was it so true. Not necessarily was the plug going to bite him but it was certainly going in his ass. “W-well yeah, but… but you were already used to it.” Lame! Not enough of a good argument to dissuade Xiah Junsu from his task. “Junsu-ah… you really wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to right?” Junsu made as if he was thinking about it, scrunching up his nose in thought. “JUNSU!”
“Of course not! But you do want it. So with that settled let’s get the show started.” Junsu answered easily, setting the box next to the bed and placing the plug on the nightstand alongside a medium bottle of lubricant. “Don’t worry. You’ll see that you’ll like it and then you’ll just be begging me for more.” Apparently Yoochun didn’t believe it because his face was a rainbow of confused and probably tangled emotions.
Junsu climbed onto the bed again, slowly crawling over Yoochun’s body until he was face to face with him. One of his hands came slowly up to caress his lover’s face, the movement gentle and loving. On the receiving end of the caresses Yoochun closed his eyes, breathing deep. The next thing he felt was a set of warm, coaxing lips seducing his own pair. At first Yoochun didn’t respond but slowly Junsu’s insistent tongue began to break his will and he opened his mouth. Their tongues collided in a wet knot of rising hunger. Yoochun found himself melting into the kiss, unable to resist his lover’s skillful mouth. Kisses just had that kind of magic where desire overshadowed reason.
Continuing down Yoochun’s body Junsu began leaving a random trail of bright red marks as he kissed and nipped at his lover’s neck, enjoying the taste he found there. His hunger only grew, becoming greedier, more savage. His lips trailed all the way down to his chest and he bit down where he felt one of Yoochun’s nipples under his shirt. Immediately after his hands went down to take a hold of the hem of the other’s shirt. He lifted it until he could bunch it up behind Yoochun’s head. The now exposed body was all his to play with. The strapped man’s skin was a smooth plane of white, a blank canvas just begging to be painted. Junsu didn’t hesitate to attach both lips and teeth to the skin, to shower it with endless kisses, playful bites and sensual licks.
Up until then Yoochun wasn’t complaining, he rather enjoyed the flurry of attention. Junsu’s mouth was like an electric shock to his already altered nerve endings. There was nothing else he could do but squirm and groan. The straining of the silk rope bounds could only be heard through Yoochun’s whines as his hand ached to touch his lover. He was like a caged predator being taunted by his own prey. “Junsu-ah, why don’t you- Nngh!”
Junsu wasn’t hearing any of it; he had dipped his hand under Yoochun’s pants and started groping at the barely twitching member he found there. That fact made Junsu pout. “That won’t do.” He pulled the pants off, threw them somewhere and began groping again, feeling it slowly but surely responding to his advances. Junsu lowered his face again to start leaving more kisses on Yoochun’s smooth, lean belly right under his bellybutton. He knew that was a sweet spot for his lover and it was confirmed the moment he heard that faint mewling and felt the obvious squirming.
“Mmmnng~ Junsu~”
Enjoyment was the key word to what Junsu was feeling. Having his lover writhing under his touch was something that always enticed him but right at the moment, knowing he had all the power, it was that much more stimulating to his senses. At that moment he looked up at his lover’s face only to see Yoochun pressing his eyes closed. Even when his body was falling under the spell the only thing that was cruising Yoochun’s mind was the near future, what was to come. He couldn’t focus enough on the touches or the pleasure his lover was providing him with. It was like he was forming a mental barrier between his body and his lover. “Baby~ Don’t think too much. Just feel. Let it flow. You know I won’t hurt you.” It was the only way Junsu thought to calm his troubled lover. He knew that he had to put Yoochun in such a situation for the other to finally react.
“Look at me Yoochun.” He didn’t open his eyes. “Yoochun-ah. Open your eyes and look at me.” When he finally did he saw a smiling Xiah stripped of his shirt but for some reason that smile wasn’t comforting, it looked almost treacherous. On the other hand seeing his lover half naked was making him feel less vulnerable and more on the horny side. Junsu’s body was something that always turned him on no matter what he did with it.
“Maybe you just need a little visual stimulus.” Junsu stood up on the bed, one leg to each side of his lover’s body, and began swaying his delectable hips. All those sex faces that he often made on stage were openly displayed for his lover to enjoy. From one moment to another Junsu was dancing atop of him, on his knees, completely naked and touching his body. Yoochun simply forgot whatever objections he previously had when a noticeable tent formed in his boxers.
Operation distraction was put into effect.
Junsu rubbed his hands all over Yoochun’s chest gradually going down his body, to his sides and back to the center, teasing his belly button and leaving kisses on the sensitive skin beneath it. When his lips came across the waistband of his boxers he didn’t hesitate to dip his fingers underneath them then pull on it. Slowly, torturously, the piece of clothing came off; Yoochun surprisingly aided in the task. His swollen member sprang out of its confines visibly asking for attention which Junsu did not deny. His lips went down to leave small sucks on the tip while calmly pumping at the base with his hand.
“Aah! Xiah~” In any other situation Yoochun’s hands would have instantly gone into Junsu’s hair but unfortunately for him his hands were tied to the sides of the bed. All he could do was strain against the silk bounds and buck his hips up as the only means of relief from the tension. Junsu began taking more of him into his mouth, letting him thrust up into his mouth at first just so he would be able to relax and go with it.
Small beads of precum leaked into Junsu’s mouth and he smiled around Yoochun’s arousal. He let it slide out of his mouth to smile up to his boyfriend. “You’re behaving so nicely Yoochun-ah.” Junsu crawled over Yoochun’s body and suddenly attacked his lover’s mouth effectively surprising the other. After the surprise had passed Yoochun melted into the kiss, into the feeling of Junsu’s sly, skillful tongue lapping at the insides of his mouth. What he didn’t know was that while his eyes were closed, enjoying the make out session, his lover was secretly reaching over for the lube and the butt plug on the night stand.
Successful in his endeavor Junsu managed to place those on the bed, somewhere between Yoochun’s legs where his range of vision wouldn’t let him see them. Making his trail down Yoochun’s body again Junsu poised himself to start sucking on his lover. He pressed on the base of Yoochun’s cock while fervently sucking on the rest of it. Secretly, though, Junsu used his free hand to grab the small ripple plug.
He didn’t use it yet though; he let mouth travel down the length of his lover’s arousal to suck on his testicles. The audible moans coming from up above gave way to the pleasure Yoochun was feeling when he did that and Junsu repeated the action. Little by little he inched his way further south until his tongue came into contact with the small puckered entrance. Lapping at it Junsu felt his lover tense up then slowly relax. Some form of protest came from Yoochun’s mouth but it was hardly coherent, non-convincing whatsoever plus his will seemed to have died down to an almost state of oblivion.
When the area around Yoochun’s entrance was wet enough Junsu brought his mouth back to suck on his cock. The older of the two was already lost in a sea of lust that was rocking him back and forth with its incessant waves. It was the time. Junsu brought the butt plug up to Yoochun’s tight entrance and pushed it in without a second thought.
“Ah! Junsu-ah!” Neither pain, nor pleasure. Yoochun’s voice carried surprise, shock and confusion. On the very least there was little apprehension in his tone. Junsu sucked more diligently as he pushed in further. Half of the butt plug was already inserted and Yoochun’s breath had become heavy. With small probing motions Junsu tilted the beaded wand upwards until… “Aaahh!! Nng~ Junsu… was that…?” Positive about the fact that he had found Yoochun’s prostate Junsu did the same motion again. “Aaaahhh~~ Do that again!”
But Junsu didn’t comply. He sat up straight, took the butt plug out and smirked up at his boyfriend. “You liked that Yoochun-ah?” Said man turned his face away, a deep shade of red and a barely noticeable nod. “Come on say it. You had no problem asking me for more just now.”
A theatrical roll of his eyes leads to Yoochun admitting that in fact- “Yes… I liked that…” Step one of preparation was a success. Junsu was having his way and his lover was better off liking it. Without further ado Junsu poured lubricant onto his hand and decided not to waste any more time, instantly inserting one cool finger into his lover’s entrance. Yoochun shot his eyes closed as if that could prepare him for what was to come, or lessen the pain.
Two fingers were in and his body seemed to be taking it well. Junsu scissored his fingers inside, stretching the muscle and the tissue as far as it was possible for his slim digits. Further up the bed another set of hands was tightly gripping at the silk ropes that bound them, this time it had nothing to do with the restriction of movements.
“Aaah, that kind of hurts...” Three fingers were inside working their way to ease the pressure the muscles were making on them but Yoochun’s increase in tension wasn’t helping. It would get better though, Junsu knew this from first hand experience. All he needed to do was go on with it. Finish it off before the other had time to complain.
“You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Junsu lubed up his much neglected, hard member hissing and groaning at the attention it was finally given. He positioned the head of his cock onto his lover’s entrance and pushed past the quivering ring of muscles. Inch by inch he sheathed himself inside his lover until their hips were flush against each other. Both men were left breathless at the sensations. Yoochun’s walls were closing down on him tight, warm and pulsating with the natural rejection to the intrusion. “Aah~~ Yoochun…”
Yoochun’s eyes watered, he kept them tight shut as his every muscle tensed up. Junsu’s length was stretching him to what felt like his limits. The other man didn’t move much for what seemed like centuries of adjusting to such an alien touch. No matter how Yoochun shifted he couldn’t find it a comfortable intromission. But things wouldn’t seem to be getting any better if Junsu didn’t move. Was he doing it just to torture him? It was very clear to older male that at some point things were supposed to feel good otherwise his lover wouldn’t be screaming in pleasure every time they did it; that or all ukes were simply masochists.
He would know just when and how things would be good but for the moment Junsu would take his fair time to get there. Slowly he pulled out of his lover then forcefully pushed inside.
“AH! Shit!” Poor Yoochun had to take his lover’s passion and fury at the same time.
Falling into a faint rhythm Junsu speeded up his regular thrusting. Many times on stage Yoochun had witnessed the power of the smaller man’s hips but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of them, and he also never thought he’d find it so incredibly lust enticing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not those flexible hips coming into contact with his as he felt Junsu’s girth fill him was something out of this planet.
It didn’t take long then for both men to be panting and moaning. No air-conditioning or fan was on to ease away the sweat that covered their bodies. Junsu had both of Yoochun’s legs wide spread apart while he forcefully pounded into him. Being the exaggerated man he was Yoochun’s screams of pleasure could be heard through the entire apartment; possibly the entire building. “Fuck!! Junsu!! Yes! Right there baby!”
The pain, the burning; it was all forgotten, overridden with the pleasure he was providing for his lover; thrusting time and time again into his sensitive spot, making him scream. As best as he could he started fisting Yoochun’s hard erection, heightening the pleasure, bringing him ever so close to the Promised Land.
“I- Aah~ I’m gonna come! Aah! Fuck~ Junsu make me come!” The fisting became harder as the thrusting became sloppy. Both of them too close to the peak to keep control. It was almost simultaneous when it happened.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!”
“Mmmnnggghh~~”
Orgasm hit them strong. Junsu spilled his thick fluids deep into his lover while Yoochun’s white seed splurged onto their bodies, staining the bed sheets.
Slowly their bodies cooled down and their breathing became somewhat even. Junsu pulled out of Yoochun and lay on top of him, simply sharing the nice warmth that exuded from their bodies. Neither of them spoke a word simply shared the silence. Junsu didn’t have to ask if Yoochun had liked it. The white substance that was dripping down his own abdomen was proof enough.
“You need to let my arms go baby. They’re kind of numb…”
“But I like you right as you are. Tied up and begging.” Junsu answered with a smirk and a soft kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “Wow, this is just what I needed.” He continued as he stretched his back muscles and arms. “Now I’m thirsty.” Swiftly and briskly Junsu got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom leaving a still tied Yoochun behind.
“JUNSU!!! COME BACK HERE AND UNTIE ME THIS MINUTE!!! JUNSU!!!”