So Good
Title: So Good
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Lips meet, hands caress and bodies entwine. And it feels so, so good.
Yoochun slipped his hand up Junsu’s leg, heart beating fast and never taking his eyes from the other’s. The room was hot, stifling, and the fact that they only had a few items of clothing remaining did little to stem the rising temperature of their bodies. Quite the opposite - it only made them hotter.
Junsu’s breath hitched as Yoochun’s fingers grazed the inside of his thigh but he made no attempt to move away. The tickling touch elicited a small whimper of need, of want, and he prayed that the hand would slide higher, slide into his boxers and please the part of him that was really crying for attention.
Never one to disappoint, Yoochun leant forward to press damp lips to Junsu’s exposed neck as his hand slipped into the younger man’s underwear. He breathed in the scent of the other, basked in it, eyes fluttering shut, then grasped Junsu’s member firmly, smirking against skin when he heard a faint moan. The smirk only widened when the moans grew more frequent, caused by his leisurely stroking.
The tip of Junsu’s cock was getting wet, sticking to the fabric of his boxers and hindering the movement of Yoochun’s hand. That wouldn’t do at all.
Yoochun trailed his hand down the length of Junsu’s erection, over his balls and back to his thighs, kissing away the murmurs of protest with his lips on Junsu’s throat, pacifying the other until he could remove the pesky boxers.
Junsu lifted his hips obediently, wanting to continue as soon as possible. Left in only his t-shirt, Junsu looked at Yoochun from under his lashes, eyes dark, inviting, daring.
Yoochun took the challenge and took Junsu’s mouth, their tongues meeting without hesitation. Yoochun’s hand was once again on Junsu’s length, pumping rapidly, thumb swiping over the damp head as they kissed.
Moans and groans escaped Junsu and he was powerless to stop them. His left hand reached across to finger the hem of Yoochun’s t-shirt before it slipped inside to trace the toned stomach of the other. He caressed the skin, scratched it slightly when he was tugged on harshly and was soon teasing peaked nipples, much to Yoochun’s appreciation.
They broke away from each other for a second, only long enough for Yoochun to pull his shirt off, and then they were closer, hands groping and lips consuming.
Junsu’s hand suddenly dived south, into Yoochun’s underwear.
The older man gasped, eyes flying open and unable to form a coherent thought.
Junsu smirked. He moved his hand slowly and drew Yoochun’s lips back to his, coaxing him to respond once more.
As soon as Yoochun grasped the fact that Junsu’s hand was grasping him he resumed his actions, much to Junsu’s happiness. He leant into the other, mutual sounds of satisfaction permeating the air.
Feeling as though he would reach completion too soon if this were to continue for much longer, Junsu reluctantly withdrew his hand and grasped Yoochun’s wrist, stilling the elder’s fervent stroking. At Yoochun’s questioning look, Junsu lifted the captured hand and sucked three fingers into his mouth, making it as lewd as possible whilst maintaining eye-contact.
Yoochun swallowed deeply.
The wet digits were soon positioned at Junsu’s entrance, both men panting with anticipation. There was a small whimper as the younger man was breached, quickly followed by a deep moan and then any other sounds were suppressed by Yoochun’s mouth. Twisting and turning, the fingers spread Junsu open and stretched him to his limits. They touched places deep inside that had the young man writhing on the bed, overcome with pleasure yet still yearning for more.
Noting the increase in fluid leaking from the tip of Junsu’s cock, Yoochun deemed the other ready for that something more and quickly pulled his fingers out, making sure to press against Junsu’s prostate as he did so. The resulting whine only made him grin against the other’s lips. Yoochun spit into his hand and spread the liquid over his own straining member. He could barely contain his excitement. Shifting so that he was between Junsu’s open legs, Yoochun rested one hand by Junsu’s head and used the other to guide himself to the reddened entrance. He met Junsu’s eyes, was drawn down into a deep kiss, felt fingers threading through his hair, and then he was pushing in, sliding home, joining them intimately.
Junsu’s muscles clenched, attempting to adjust to the intrusion. His eyebrows furrowed and he breathed deeply, willing himself to relax. Yoochun was so thick inside him, so much bigger than his fingers had been, and it hurt, but it hurt good. So good. So very very good.
“More,” he begged.
Yoochun drew back and then thrust deep, rocking their bodies. He did it again, and again, until before long he was pounding into Junsu, both of them shaking with the intensity of it. The feeling of being connected in such a way was heady, thrilling, and positively spine-tingling. Neither wanted it to end.
Higher and higher they climbed, hands gripping sweat-slicked skin and bruised lips devouring sounds of pleasure.
Junsu gripped Yoochun’s ass under the other’s boxers and forced him to drive in further, still feeling unfulfilled in his burning need for the older man. His head tipped back as Yoochun moved a certain way inside him, freeing his neck for Yoochun’s hungry mouth. He could feel his cock sliding against Yoochun’s bare stomach and half-smiled at the knowledge that its way was eased by the pre-come he was leaking. The stimulation against his sensitive head was divine, but not enough.
Realising that Junsu was trying to touch himself, Yoochun hurriedly took hold of the other’s length and began jerking his hand in harsh movements that had Junsu crying out loudly. Yoochun bit Junsu’s neck to stop himself from kissing the younger man and possibly halting those wonderful noises. His hand stroked more forcefully.
Junsu was approaching climax, drowning in the sensations Yoochun caused. He felt it building quickly, suddenly, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it crashing over him. Gripping Yoochun’s head, he pulled the other to him and slammed their mouths together. The kiss was wet and messy and just what Junsu needed to tip him over the edge. Quivering, trembling, clutching tight to Yoochun, Junsu came.
Yoochun could only manage a few more thrusts until he too reached his peak and came deep inside the other. He held Junsu tightly, both of them shaking with aftershocks, neither able to do more than try to calm their breathing. Yoochun kissed Junsu softly, heart pounding inside his chest. His cock was still twitching, still expending fluid, but then so was Junsu’s, and they smiled, exhausted.
Once he felt able, Yoochun pulled back and slipped out of the younger man. He watched his release drip onto the bed-sheets and used his fingers to scoop it up and back in before he even had a chance to think about it.
Junsu shivered, still sensitive. Taking deep gulps of air he cracked his eyes open, regarding Yoochun with a sated expression.
“Well,” he said, his voice husky, “that was good.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow and lay down next to the other. “’Good’?”
Junsu hummed in agreement, eyes fluttering, and leant forward to kiss Yoochun. “So good…”
And that was good enough.
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Lips meet, hands caress and bodies entwine. And it feels so, so good.
Yoochun slipped his hand up Junsu’s leg, heart beating fast and never taking his eyes from the other’s. The room was hot, stifling, and the fact that they only had a few items of clothing remaining did little to stem the rising temperature of their bodies. Quite the opposite - it only made them hotter.
Junsu’s breath hitched as Yoochun’s fingers grazed the inside of his thigh but he made no attempt to move away. The tickling touch elicited a small whimper of need, of want, and he prayed that the hand would slide higher, slide into his boxers and please the part of him that was really crying for attention.
Never one to disappoint, Yoochun leant forward to press damp lips to Junsu’s exposed neck as his hand slipped into the younger man’s underwear. He breathed in the scent of the other, basked in it, eyes fluttering shut, then grasped Junsu’s member firmly, smirking against skin when he heard a faint moan. The smirk only widened when the moans grew more frequent, caused by his leisurely stroking.
The tip of Junsu’s cock was getting wet, sticking to the fabric of his boxers and hindering the movement of Yoochun’s hand. That wouldn’t do at all.
Yoochun trailed his hand down the length of Junsu’s erection, over his balls and back to his thighs, kissing away the murmurs of protest with his lips on Junsu’s throat, pacifying the other until he could remove the pesky boxers.
Junsu lifted his hips obediently, wanting to continue as soon as possible. Left in only his t-shirt, Junsu looked at Yoochun from under his lashes, eyes dark, inviting, daring.
Yoochun took the challenge and took Junsu’s mouth, their tongues meeting without hesitation. Yoochun’s hand was once again on Junsu’s length, pumping rapidly, thumb swiping over the damp head as they kissed.
Moans and groans escaped Junsu and he was powerless to stop them. His left hand reached across to finger the hem of Yoochun’s t-shirt before it slipped inside to trace the toned stomach of the other. He caressed the skin, scratched it slightly when he was tugged on harshly and was soon teasing peaked nipples, much to Yoochun’s appreciation.
They broke away from each other for a second, only long enough for Yoochun to pull his shirt off, and then they were closer, hands groping and lips consuming.
Junsu’s hand suddenly dived south, into Yoochun’s underwear.
The older man gasped, eyes flying open and unable to form a coherent thought.
Junsu smirked. He moved his hand slowly and drew Yoochun’s lips back to his, coaxing him to respond once more.
As soon as Yoochun grasped the fact that Junsu’s hand was grasping him he resumed his actions, much to Junsu’s happiness. He leant into the other, mutual sounds of satisfaction permeating the air.
Feeling as though he would reach completion too soon if this were to continue for much longer, Junsu reluctantly withdrew his hand and grasped Yoochun’s wrist, stilling the elder’s fervent stroking. At Yoochun’s questioning look, Junsu lifted the captured hand and sucked three fingers into his mouth, making it as lewd as possible whilst maintaining eye-contact.
Yoochun swallowed deeply.
The wet digits were soon positioned at Junsu’s entrance, both men panting with anticipation. There was a small whimper as the younger man was breached, quickly followed by a deep moan and then any other sounds were suppressed by Yoochun’s mouth. Twisting and turning, the fingers spread Junsu open and stretched him to his limits. They touched places deep inside that had the young man writhing on the bed, overcome with pleasure yet still yearning for more.
Noting the increase in fluid leaking from the tip of Junsu’s cock, Yoochun deemed the other ready for that something more and quickly pulled his fingers out, making sure to press against Junsu’s prostate as he did so. The resulting whine only made him grin against the other’s lips. Yoochun spit into his hand and spread the liquid over his own straining member. He could barely contain his excitement. Shifting so that he was between Junsu’s open legs, Yoochun rested one hand by Junsu’s head and used the other to guide himself to the reddened entrance. He met Junsu’s eyes, was drawn down into a deep kiss, felt fingers threading through his hair, and then he was pushing in, sliding home, joining them intimately.
Junsu’s muscles clenched, attempting to adjust to the intrusion. His eyebrows furrowed and he breathed deeply, willing himself to relax. Yoochun was so thick inside him, so much bigger than his fingers had been, and it hurt, but it hurt good. So good. So very very good.
“More,” he begged.
Yoochun drew back and then thrust deep, rocking their bodies. He did it again, and again, until before long he was pounding into Junsu, both of them shaking with the intensity of it. The feeling of being connected in such a way was heady, thrilling, and positively spine-tingling. Neither wanted it to end.
Higher and higher they climbed, hands gripping sweat-slicked skin and bruised lips devouring sounds of pleasure.
Junsu gripped Yoochun’s ass under the other’s boxers and forced him to drive in further, still feeling unfulfilled in his burning need for the older man. His head tipped back as Yoochun moved a certain way inside him, freeing his neck for Yoochun’s hungry mouth. He could feel his cock sliding against Yoochun’s bare stomach and half-smiled at the knowledge that its way was eased by the pre-come he was leaking. The stimulation against his sensitive head was divine, but not enough.
Realising that Junsu was trying to touch himself, Yoochun hurriedly took hold of the other’s length and began jerking his hand in harsh movements that had Junsu crying out loudly. Yoochun bit Junsu’s neck to stop himself from kissing the younger man and possibly halting those wonderful noises. His hand stroked more forcefully.
Junsu was approaching climax, drowning in the sensations Yoochun caused. He felt it building quickly, suddenly, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it crashing over him. Gripping Yoochun’s head, he pulled the other to him and slammed their mouths together. The kiss was wet and messy and just what Junsu needed to tip him over the edge. Quivering, trembling, clutching tight to Yoochun, Junsu came.
Yoochun could only manage a few more thrusts until he too reached his peak and came deep inside the other. He held Junsu tightly, both of them shaking with aftershocks, neither able to do more than try to calm their breathing. Yoochun kissed Junsu softly, heart pounding inside his chest. His cock was still twitching, still expending fluid, but then so was Junsu’s, and they smiled, exhausted.
Once he felt able, Yoochun pulled back and slipped out of the younger man. He watched his release drip onto the bed-sheets and used his fingers to scoop it up and back in before he even had a chance to think about it.
Junsu shivered, still sensitive. Taking deep gulps of air he cracked his eyes open, regarding Yoochun with a sated expression.
“Well,” he said, his voice husky, “that was good.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow and lay down next to the other. “’Good’?”
Junsu hummed in agreement, eyes fluttering, and leant forward to kiss Yoochun. “So good…”
And that was good enough.
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