Superman
Title: Superman
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, hints of OT5
Rating: R
Length: One-shot
Genre: Bit of smut, bit of crack
Summary: Both Junsu and Yunho fail to see the funny side of Yoochun’s ‘joke’.
A/N: Inspired by a song that I never wish to listen to ever again.
“I still don’t get why we’re doing this,” Junsu groaned quietly, leaning back against Yoochun.
“Because it’ll be funny,” the other whispered back.
“But I still don’t get why it’ll be funny.” A hitch in his breath.
“It’s an English joke. Now just stop thinking and enjoy, okay?”
Junsu moaned in response.
Yoochun’s right hand continued to work on Junsu’s erect length, pulling at the smaller man in quick, precise strokes, as he had done many times before. His own hard member was straining in his underwear, pressing between Junsu’s bare cheeks, but his pleasure could wait until later. This was about getting Junsu off, hard and fast. They had a limited time to do this, after all.
Junsu started to slump forward, pleasure washing over him, though Yoochun’s left hand splayed across his chest helped him to remain upright. Their legs were spread wide and their knees dug into the soft mattress beneath them. It was getting harder for Junsu to keep his position, but Yoochun had been adamant about not waking Yunho.
The leader was sleeping under them, face down, sheets pooled around his waist, unaware that his band-mates were straddling his hips and getting off. Yunho would have enjoyed a little sexy time with the two of them (everyone knew the leader loved threesomes), so Junsu didn’t know why he wasn’t allowed to wake the taller man. It didn’t seem particularly funny, either, but he had learnt that Yoochun’s jokes were sometimes a little strange.
Yoochun began to twist his hand as he stroked Junsu, concerned with how long this was taking. He pressed his own cock closer to Junsu’s entrance, knowing that the other enjoyed the stimulation, and pinched Junsu’s left nipple.
Junsu cried out as his cock throbbed, and Yoochun was quick to shush him. He was getting close.
It only took a few more tugs and Yoochun biting at the junction of his neck and Junsu was coming, shaking in the other’s hold and releasing long streams of sticky white across Yunho’s back and shoulders. He shuddered as Yoochun milked the last bit of come out of him and licked it off Yoochun’s fingers when offered.
Yoochun gave Junsu a sweet kiss on the nose, then another on the lips.
“Thanks, Su.”
Junsu smiled, sated.
“Why’re you thanking me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Yoochun shook his head and said, “You’ll see. Now go get showered. I’ll join you in a sec.”
Still trying not to wake Yunho, Junsu wriggled off the bed and dazedly made his way out of the room.
Yoochun smiled down at the broad, tanned back of their leader. Junsu’s come was already starting to dry. Yoochun had to move quickly and quietly, or it would all be for nought. Carefully, he lifted the sheet up and replaced it over Yunho.
Softly patting the other’s back as he climbed off the bed, Yoochun giggled and whispered, “Superman that Ho…”
Ten minutes later, when Yunho woke up, an angry cry rang through the apartment.
“For crying out loud, Yoochun, not again!”
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, hints of OT5
Rating: R
Length: One-shot
Genre: Bit of smut, bit of crack
Summary: Both Junsu and Yunho fail to see the funny side of Yoochun’s ‘joke’.
A/N: Inspired by a song that I never wish to listen to ever again.
“I still don’t get why we’re doing this,” Junsu groaned quietly, leaning back against Yoochun.
“Because it’ll be funny,” the other whispered back.
“But I still don’t get why it’ll be funny.” A hitch in his breath.
“It’s an English joke. Now just stop thinking and enjoy, okay?”
Junsu moaned in response.
Yoochun’s right hand continued to work on Junsu’s erect length, pulling at the smaller man in quick, precise strokes, as he had done many times before. His own hard member was straining in his underwear, pressing between Junsu’s bare cheeks, but his pleasure could wait until later. This was about getting Junsu off, hard and fast. They had a limited time to do this, after all.
Junsu started to slump forward, pleasure washing over him, though Yoochun’s left hand splayed across his chest helped him to remain upright. Their legs were spread wide and their knees dug into the soft mattress beneath them. It was getting harder for Junsu to keep his position, but Yoochun had been adamant about not waking Yunho.
The leader was sleeping under them, face down, sheets pooled around his waist, unaware that his band-mates were straddling his hips and getting off. Yunho would have enjoyed a little sexy time with the two of them (everyone knew the leader loved threesomes), so Junsu didn’t know why he wasn’t allowed to wake the taller man. It didn’t seem particularly funny, either, but he had learnt that Yoochun’s jokes were sometimes a little strange.
Yoochun began to twist his hand as he stroked Junsu, concerned with how long this was taking. He pressed his own cock closer to Junsu’s entrance, knowing that the other enjoyed the stimulation, and pinched Junsu’s left nipple.
Junsu cried out as his cock throbbed, and Yoochun was quick to shush him. He was getting close.
It only took a few more tugs and Yoochun biting at the junction of his neck and Junsu was coming, shaking in the other’s hold and releasing long streams of sticky white across Yunho’s back and shoulders. He shuddered as Yoochun milked the last bit of come out of him and licked it off Yoochun’s fingers when offered.
Yoochun gave Junsu a sweet kiss on the nose, then another on the lips.
“Thanks, Su.”
Junsu smiled, sated.
“Why’re you thanking me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Yoochun shook his head and said, “You’ll see. Now go get showered. I’ll join you in a sec.”
Still trying not to wake Yunho, Junsu wriggled off the bed and dazedly made his way out of the room.
Yoochun smiled down at the broad, tanned back of their leader. Junsu’s come was already starting to dry. Yoochun had to move quickly and quietly, or it would all be for nought. Carefully, he lifted the sheet up and replaced it over Yunho.
Softly patting the other’s back as he climbed off the bed, Yoochun giggled and whispered, “Superman that Ho…”
Ten minutes later, when Yunho woke up, an angry cry rang through the apartment.
“For crying out loud, Yoochun, not again!”
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