Experience
Title: Experience
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jung Yunho only wanted an interview with Park Yoochun, a super hot singer currently on tour, but instead he found out first hand what Park Yoochun really excelled at… And it wasn't singing.
“Great show tonight, Yoochun!”
“You were awesome!”
“Thanks,” Yoochun grinned, high-fiving the stagehands. “Good job, guys! Let’s make tomorrow night just as good!”
Yoochun made his way to his dressing room and was surprised to see a tall man with short, stylish brown hair and large, black-rimmed glasses standing outside. He had a professional-looking camera around his neck, as well as a reporter’s pass, and was clutching a notebook. Yoochun noticed a small nametag pinned to his jumper: Jung Yunho. He was hot. Yoochun smiled.
“May I help you?” He opened the door to his dressing room and walked in, expecting the other to follow.
“Ah, um, my name is Jung Yunho. I, Jaejoong-sshi said it was okay for me to interview you?”
“Did he now?” Yoochun asked, turning to face the other whilst sitting on the plush sofa and spreading his arms out across the back of it. His smile and voice had taken on a slightly seductive undertone.
“Yes, I, um… Is it?”
Yoochun laughed. This guy was cute as well as hot. “Sure. But first, shut the door, would you?” He waited for the reporter to do as asked and then said, “So, what would you like to know?”
“Um,” Jung Yunho flipped open his notebook and got a pen at the ready. “Um, right, so, first of all, I would just like to say what a pleasure it is to meet you, Park Yoochun-sshi.”
“Please, just call me Yoochun.” Yoochun’s smile was positively predatory as he watched the reporter’s cheeks turn red. Oh, he could have some fun with this one.
“Y-Yoochun…” Jung Yunho pushed his glasses back up his nose and looked down. “Um, so, h-how do you feel this tour is progressing? It’s your biggest yet since your debut three years ago. Is there anything you’re trying out in this tour that you haven’t been able to do in your previous ones?”
Chuckling, Yoochun said, “I feel this tour’s going very well. The reaction from the fans has been great and I’m just looking to please. I’m thankful for my fans’ support, enabling me to have a large-scale tour such as this. And as for trying new things…” Yoochun looked the reporter up and down in the most unsubtle way possible. “Well, I feel I’m trying new things all the time. Being an artist is about growth, you know?”
Jung Yunho swallowed. “Y-yes… Growth… S-so, um, how do you react to the critics who say that you haven’t grown in your work since your first album?”
Yoochun stood up then and stalked slowly - prowled, almost - towards the taller man. “I think that you really have to experience my work first hand to understand just how much I’ve grown.”
Jung Yunho nodded and swallowed again. “R-right. First-hand experience… So, um, speaking of ‘experience’, there are a lot of rumours about you and various female entertainers. Would you care to comment on them?”
“Well, I’m no angel,” Yoochun said, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He leant closer to the reporter. “I am indeed rather experienced and I enjoy teaching those who aren’t. But I’m afraid that those rumours are just that: rumours. I don’t entangle myself with female entertainers.”
“O-oh?”
“Mm. And, off the record? I don’t entangle myself with females at all.” Yoochun closed the last bit of space between them to nip gently at Jung Yunho’s neck. He heard the other gasp and felt him shiver, but the taller man didn’t try to push him away.
Excellent.
“So, Jung Yunho-sshi. Any more questions?”
“J-just one…”
“Mm?” Yoochun continued his ministrations on the reporter’s neck.
“I-is this okay?”
Yoochun raised his eyebrows and pushed his crotch forward, letting Jung Yunho feel his hard cock. “Is this okay?”
The was a high-pitched, breathy, “Fuck,” and then Yunho’s hands were on Yoochun’s hips and their erections were rubbing against each other.
Yoochun moved his right hand up into Yunho’s hair, clutching at the soft strands, and moved their lips together. The kiss was all tongue, heated and passionate and Yoochun felt Yunho’s cock jump against his. He ground against the other, feeling the fingers on his hips hold him tighter. This was going to be fun.
“Jung Yunho-sshi,” Yoochun whimpered.
“Yunho,” came the panted correction.
“Yunho,” Yoochun moaned. “Can I show you just how much I’ve grown?”
The reporter’s only response was to release an embarrassingly eager sound and nod enthusiastically.
Yoochun wasted no time in undoing both their trousers and releasing their throbbing lengths. He held them both and stroked them together, the two men shivering at the sensation. Yoochun used his not inconsiderable skill to work them to full arousal, Yunho gasping and groaning in such wonderful ways. Yoochun gave Yunho’s parted lips one last kiss before he turned around and leant against the wall, exposed ass pointed in the reporter’s direction.
Yunho looked confused for a moment, not sure what he was supposed to do, but then he noticed Yoochun taking a condom and lube from a dresser drawer and placing them within easy reach.
“You keep these things in your dressing room?” Yunho asked, brow furrowing but picking up the lube nonetheless.
Yoochun smirked. “Well, I never know when I’m going to meet hot reporters… I’d hate to be unprepared.”
There were no more words as Yunho covered two of his fingers in the slippery substance and pushed one inside Yoochun. The singer groaned, the sound reverberating in the small room. He clenched around the intruding digit, wriggling as Yunho slid it in and out. He had just gotten used to it when another finger was added, spreading him open and making his head drop forward in pleasure. He panted harshly, hips moving in time with Yunho’s fingers. His lips curved up into a smile as Yunho adeptly massaged his prostrate - clearly the reporter wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.
Yunho withdrew his fingers, but only to re-lubricate them, along with a third finger. He thrust them back in again, eyes focused on Yoochun’s slick hole. He twisted his hand, stretching the muscles, terrified of hurting the smaller man. His fingers pushed in as far as they could go, held for a moment, pulled almost all of the way out, turned, and pushed back in again.
Yoochun’s cock was dripping, the foreplay turning him on immensely.
After what seemed like an age, Yunho finally removed his fingers and wiped them on a nearby rag before opening the condom and rolling it down over his straining member. He covered it in copious amounts of lube before pressing it to Yoochun’s entrance. He didn’t enter, though.
“Are you sure about this?” He murmured.
Yoochun merely rolled his eyes and pushed back, impaling himself on Yunho’s thick length. Both men moaned loudly.
“Just fuck me,” Yoochun pleaded.
Yunho obliged. The reporter began to piston his hips, thrusting in and out and eliciting pleasured groans from the other. Yoochun was so tight around his cock, encased him so perfectly, and the sight of himself disappearing inside the singer was mesmerising. Without even thinking, Yunho had taken one of his hands from Yoochun’s hips and snapped a photo with the camera that was still hanging around his neck.
Yoochun frowned. “Did you just take a picture of yourself fucking me?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Could you see my face?”
“Nn nn.”
“Cool. Send me a copy.”
Yunho smiled and drove in harder.
Yoochun’s left arm was bracing himself against the wall whilst his right hand was wrapped around his cock, tugging on it fervently. This guy was good. Yoochun was forced onto his tiptoes with the strength of Yunho’s thrusts, the vigorous pounding making his cock throb just that much more. One of Yunho’s hands slipped under Yoochun’s shirt to pinch at his nipples and the singer curled over further, shaking as more sounds of pleasure escaped his lips.
“Yoochun,” Yunho moaned. His eyes were closed now, just basking in the feeling of the other around him. His hand gripped Yoochun’s hip tighter and he tugged more harshly on the other’s nipple. He was jolted out of it though as there was the sound of someone knocking on the door. His head snapped towards the door and the horrifying realisation that he hadn’t locked it made the motion of his hips falter.
Yoochun frowned, clenched his hole and tried to get Yunho to move again.
“Yoochun?” Came a voice from outside.
“What is it, Jaejoong? I’m busy!” Yoochun yelled back.
There was silence and then a knowing, “Oh. Okay. I’ll come back in, what, a minute?” The amusement was evident in his voice.
“Fuck off!” Yoochun scowled.
There was a laugh, but nothing more. He had gone.
It took Yunho a few more seconds, but then he was pounding in harder, driving his cock into Yoochun’s hole like his life depended on it. Yoochun certainly wasn’t complaining.
“I’m getting close,” Yoochun groaned, head tilting back and hips lifting into Yunho’s thrusts. “Make me come…”
Yunho shivered at the request, unsure how else to please the singer. He continued the pace of his hips but circled them slightly, trying to stimulate all of Yoochun’s tight passage. The hand on Yoochun’s chest pulled on his nipples again, none-too-gently, and his other hand dipped down to cup the other’s balls. He rubbed a finger back, pressing firmly against the stretch of skin between balls and ass, massaging Yoochun’s prostate from both inside and out.
A few more tugs on his cock and Yoochun was there, he was coming, releasing over the wall and his hand and squeezing Yunho’s cock inside him, drawing him deeper and he was certain that high-pitched moan wasn’t coming from him, but his mouth was open and he was crying out his satisfaction.
Yunho observed it all with wide eyes, how Yoochun’s head tilted back in ecstasy and how they were still intimately connected, Yunho’s cock still plunging into Yoochun’s entrance. He felt the contractions around his length and followed Yoochun into bliss. His eyes clamped shut as he pushed as far into the singer as possible, his cock spurting stream after stream of come into the condom, his legs shaking with the effort to stay standing.
After a long minute, the two regained their breath and separated. Yunho stepped back hesitantly, holding onto the condom and sliding it off slowly. Yoochun grimaced as Yunho pulled out of him and regarded his own come-covered hand. He reached for the same rag that Yunho had used to wipe his fingers, thinking that he’d definitely need to throw it out after this.
Yoochun heard Yunho whisper something and turned around to find the reporter holding the condom absent-mindedly and staring at his softening cock in wonder.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“I just had sex with Park Yoochun,” Yunho repeated, voice filled with amazement.
Yoochun smirked. “Yeah, you did. But you won’t be telling anyone that, will you?”
“N-no, of course not!” Yunho exclaimed. “But… Thank you.”
Yoochun’s smirk widened. “Thanking me for having sex with you? That’s a first. Besides, you weren’t so bad yourself.”
Yunho blushed, too embarrassed to look at Yoochun, and finally put the condom in the bin and pulled his trousers up.
“So, do you have everything you need for your article?” Yoochun asked, pushing some hair out of his eyes.
“U-um, I think so…” Yunho mumbled. He picked up the notebook he’d dropped earlier and flipped through it, frowning at how little he’d written. “But, um… If I, um, if I think of any more questions, is it okay for me to contact you…?” He shyly looked up at the other from under his eyelashes.
Yoochun considered it for a moment, and then smiled.
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jung Yunho only wanted an interview with Park Yoochun, a super hot singer currently on tour, but instead he found out first hand what Park Yoochun really excelled at… And it wasn't singing.
“Great show tonight, Yoochun!”
“You were awesome!”
“Thanks,” Yoochun grinned, high-fiving the stagehands. “Good job, guys! Let’s make tomorrow night just as good!”
Yoochun made his way to his dressing room and was surprised to see a tall man with short, stylish brown hair and large, black-rimmed glasses standing outside. He had a professional-looking camera around his neck, as well as a reporter’s pass, and was clutching a notebook. Yoochun noticed a small nametag pinned to his jumper: Jung Yunho. He was hot. Yoochun smiled.
“May I help you?” He opened the door to his dressing room and walked in, expecting the other to follow.
“Ah, um, my name is Jung Yunho. I, Jaejoong-sshi said it was okay for me to interview you?”
“Did he now?” Yoochun asked, turning to face the other whilst sitting on the plush sofa and spreading his arms out across the back of it. His smile and voice had taken on a slightly seductive undertone.
“Yes, I, um… Is it?”
Yoochun laughed. This guy was cute as well as hot. “Sure. But first, shut the door, would you?” He waited for the reporter to do as asked and then said, “So, what would you like to know?”
“Um,” Jung Yunho flipped open his notebook and got a pen at the ready. “Um, right, so, first of all, I would just like to say what a pleasure it is to meet you, Park Yoochun-sshi.”
“Please, just call me Yoochun.” Yoochun’s smile was positively predatory as he watched the reporter’s cheeks turn red. Oh, he could have some fun with this one.
“Y-Yoochun…” Jung Yunho pushed his glasses back up his nose and looked down. “Um, so, h-how do you feel this tour is progressing? It’s your biggest yet since your debut three years ago. Is there anything you’re trying out in this tour that you haven’t been able to do in your previous ones?”
Chuckling, Yoochun said, “I feel this tour’s going very well. The reaction from the fans has been great and I’m just looking to please. I’m thankful for my fans’ support, enabling me to have a large-scale tour such as this. And as for trying new things…” Yoochun looked the reporter up and down in the most unsubtle way possible. “Well, I feel I’m trying new things all the time. Being an artist is about growth, you know?”
Jung Yunho swallowed. “Y-yes… Growth… S-so, um, how do you react to the critics who say that you haven’t grown in your work since your first album?”
Yoochun stood up then and stalked slowly - prowled, almost - towards the taller man. “I think that you really have to experience my work first hand to understand just how much I’ve grown.”
Jung Yunho nodded and swallowed again. “R-right. First-hand experience… So, um, speaking of ‘experience’, there are a lot of rumours about you and various female entertainers. Would you care to comment on them?”
“Well, I’m no angel,” Yoochun said, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He leant closer to the reporter. “I am indeed rather experienced and I enjoy teaching those who aren’t. But I’m afraid that those rumours are just that: rumours. I don’t entangle myself with female entertainers.”
“O-oh?”
“Mm. And, off the record? I don’t entangle myself with females at all.” Yoochun closed the last bit of space between them to nip gently at Jung Yunho’s neck. He heard the other gasp and felt him shiver, but the taller man didn’t try to push him away.
Excellent.
“So, Jung Yunho-sshi. Any more questions?”
“J-just one…”
“Mm?” Yoochun continued his ministrations on the reporter’s neck.
“I-is this okay?”
Yoochun raised his eyebrows and pushed his crotch forward, letting Jung Yunho feel his hard cock. “Is this okay?”
The was a high-pitched, breathy, “Fuck,” and then Yunho’s hands were on Yoochun’s hips and their erections were rubbing against each other.
Yoochun moved his right hand up into Yunho’s hair, clutching at the soft strands, and moved their lips together. The kiss was all tongue, heated and passionate and Yoochun felt Yunho’s cock jump against his. He ground against the other, feeling the fingers on his hips hold him tighter. This was going to be fun.
“Jung Yunho-sshi,” Yoochun whimpered.
“Yunho,” came the panted correction.
“Yunho,” Yoochun moaned. “Can I show you just how much I’ve grown?”
The reporter’s only response was to release an embarrassingly eager sound and nod enthusiastically.
Yoochun wasted no time in undoing both their trousers and releasing their throbbing lengths. He held them both and stroked them together, the two men shivering at the sensation. Yoochun used his not inconsiderable skill to work them to full arousal, Yunho gasping and groaning in such wonderful ways. Yoochun gave Yunho’s parted lips one last kiss before he turned around and leant against the wall, exposed ass pointed in the reporter’s direction.
Yunho looked confused for a moment, not sure what he was supposed to do, but then he noticed Yoochun taking a condom and lube from a dresser drawer and placing them within easy reach.
“You keep these things in your dressing room?” Yunho asked, brow furrowing but picking up the lube nonetheless.
Yoochun smirked. “Well, I never know when I’m going to meet hot reporters… I’d hate to be unprepared.”
There were no more words as Yunho covered two of his fingers in the slippery substance and pushed one inside Yoochun. The singer groaned, the sound reverberating in the small room. He clenched around the intruding digit, wriggling as Yunho slid it in and out. He had just gotten used to it when another finger was added, spreading him open and making his head drop forward in pleasure. He panted harshly, hips moving in time with Yunho’s fingers. His lips curved up into a smile as Yunho adeptly massaged his prostrate - clearly the reporter wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.
Yunho withdrew his fingers, but only to re-lubricate them, along with a third finger. He thrust them back in again, eyes focused on Yoochun’s slick hole. He twisted his hand, stretching the muscles, terrified of hurting the smaller man. His fingers pushed in as far as they could go, held for a moment, pulled almost all of the way out, turned, and pushed back in again.
Yoochun’s cock was dripping, the foreplay turning him on immensely.
After what seemed like an age, Yunho finally removed his fingers and wiped them on a nearby rag before opening the condom and rolling it down over his straining member. He covered it in copious amounts of lube before pressing it to Yoochun’s entrance. He didn’t enter, though.
“Are you sure about this?” He murmured.
Yoochun merely rolled his eyes and pushed back, impaling himself on Yunho’s thick length. Both men moaned loudly.
“Just fuck me,” Yoochun pleaded.
Yunho obliged. The reporter began to piston his hips, thrusting in and out and eliciting pleasured groans from the other. Yoochun was so tight around his cock, encased him so perfectly, and the sight of himself disappearing inside the singer was mesmerising. Without even thinking, Yunho had taken one of his hands from Yoochun’s hips and snapped a photo with the camera that was still hanging around his neck.
Yoochun frowned. “Did you just take a picture of yourself fucking me?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Could you see my face?”
“Nn nn.”
“Cool. Send me a copy.”
Yunho smiled and drove in harder.
Yoochun’s left arm was bracing himself against the wall whilst his right hand was wrapped around his cock, tugging on it fervently. This guy was good. Yoochun was forced onto his tiptoes with the strength of Yunho’s thrusts, the vigorous pounding making his cock throb just that much more. One of Yunho’s hands slipped under Yoochun’s shirt to pinch at his nipples and the singer curled over further, shaking as more sounds of pleasure escaped his lips.
“Yoochun,” Yunho moaned. His eyes were closed now, just basking in the feeling of the other around him. His hand gripped Yoochun’s hip tighter and he tugged more harshly on the other’s nipple. He was jolted out of it though as there was the sound of someone knocking on the door. His head snapped towards the door and the horrifying realisation that he hadn’t locked it made the motion of his hips falter.
Yoochun frowned, clenched his hole and tried to get Yunho to move again.
“Yoochun?” Came a voice from outside.
“What is it, Jaejoong? I’m busy!” Yoochun yelled back.
There was silence and then a knowing, “Oh. Okay. I’ll come back in, what, a minute?” The amusement was evident in his voice.
“Fuck off!” Yoochun scowled.
There was a laugh, but nothing more. He had gone.
It took Yunho a few more seconds, but then he was pounding in harder, driving his cock into Yoochun’s hole like his life depended on it. Yoochun certainly wasn’t complaining.
“I’m getting close,” Yoochun groaned, head tilting back and hips lifting into Yunho’s thrusts. “Make me come…”
Yunho shivered at the request, unsure how else to please the singer. He continued the pace of his hips but circled them slightly, trying to stimulate all of Yoochun’s tight passage. The hand on Yoochun’s chest pulled on his nipples again, none-too-gently, and his other hand dipped down to cup the other’s balls. He rubbed a finger back, pressing firmly against the stretch of skin between balls and ass, massaging Yoochun’s prostate from both inside and out.
A few more tugs on his cock and Yoochun was there, he was coming, releasing over the wall and his hand and squeezing Yunho’s cock inside him, drawing him deeper and he was certain that high-pitched moan wasn’t coming from him, but his mouth was open and he was crying out his satisfaction.
Yunho observed it all with wide eyes, how Yoochun’s head tilted back in ecstasy and how they were still intimately connected, Yunho’s cock still plunging into Yoochun’s entrance. He felt the contractions around his length and followed Yoochun into bliss. His eyes clamped shut as he pushed as far into the singer as possible, his cock spurting stream after stream of come into the condom, his legs shaking with the effort to stay standing.
After a long minute, the two regained their breath and separated. Yunho stepped back hesitantly, holding onto the condom and sliding it off slowly. Yoochun grimaced as Yunho pulled out of him and regarded his own come-covered hand. He reached for the same rag that Yunho had used to wipe his fingers, thinking that he’d definitely need to throw it out after this.
Yoochun heard Yunho whisper something and turned around to find the reporter holding the condom absent-mindedly and staring at his softening cock in wonder.
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“I just had sex with Park Yoochun,” Yunho repeated, voice filled with amazement.
Yoochun smirked. “Yeah, you did. But you won’t be telling anyone that, will you?”
“N-no, of course not!” Yunho exclaimed. “But… Thank you.”
Yoochun’s smirk widened. “Thanking me for having sex with you? That’s a first. Besides, you weren’t so bad yourself.”
Yunho blushed, too embarrassed to look at Yoochun, and finally put the condom in the bin and pulled his trousers up.
“So, do you have everything you need for your article?” Yoochun asked, pushing some hair out of his eyes.
“U-um, I think so…” Yunho mumbled. He picked up the notebook he’d dropped earlier and flipped through it, frowning at how little he’d written. “But, um… If I, um, if I think of any more questions, is it okay for me to contact you…?” He shyly looked up at the other from under his eyelashes.
Yoochun considered it for a moment, and then smiled.
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