Sensitivity
Title: Sensitivity
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon is bored and what better way to cure your boredom than to play with your kids.
Author's Notes: Yup
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon sighed, tapping his fingers on the table as Chansung sat in front of him eating. He was becoming even more bored by the hour, by the minute as three members hung around the dorm. He could've went back to bed and got that much needed sleep before his hectic schedule started again but he wasn't tired. He leaned back in his chair, peeking into the living room. Junho yawned just then, leaning back into the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He looked just as bored.
The tall boy smirked, setting his chair on all fours again. “Hey Chansung.” He whispered as an awful idea spilled into his mind.
“What is it hyung?” The youngest member asked, pulling the chopsticks out of his mouth. He looked disappointed for having being interrupted in his feeding.
“Aren't you bored?”
Chansung stared down at his almost empty bowl. “A little.”
“I know something that might be entertaining.”
The younger boy blinked in curiosity. “What is it?”
“Junho looks bored too... I heard that he's really sensitive.”
“Sensitive? Like... Touching?”
Taecyeon grinned. “Yeah, wanna see if it's true?”
Chansung swallowed. “H-how?”
“We'll touch him... See how he reacts.”
“Touch him how?”
The older boy sighed. “Just follow my lead.” He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, plopping down rather closely next to Junho. The small boy bounced on the couch, ignoring Taecyeon.
Chansung soon joined them, sitting awkwardly close as well. He watched Junho slowly shuffle, trying to avoid touching either boy. Their thighs rubbed together and the small boy's hands curled into fists.
“What are you watching?” Taecyeon asked, his breath tickling the younger boy's ear.
“A-a movie...”
“Mind if we watch it with you?”
Junho shook his head, trying to shift his body away from the older boy's but it only caused him to partially sit on Chansung's thigh. Rather than asking why either boy was so close, the smallest boy kept his lips tight.
Taecyeon watched the younger boy, his eyes moving from Junho's eyes to his lips. He noted how the other boy was gnawing softly on his lip, drawing the soft skin into his mouth. The tall boy smirked, shifting down the couch and resting his head on Junho's shoulder. He bit his tongue as he tried not to laugh when the other boy tensed before relaxing.
Chansung swallowed nervously as the older boy moved onto his thigh. It was obviously that he was trying to move away from the oldest without being completely awkward. He rested his shaky hand on Junho's hip as the small boy sat forward. He didn't want the other boy to escape just yet although the uncomfortable feeling of trying to tease Junho was making butterflies in his stomach.
Junho leaned on the youngest boy, his back pressed against Chansung's chest. He tried to keep his attention on the movie as it was one that he had been meaning to watch for almost a month now.
Taecyeon gave it 15 minutes to let the small boy become absorbed into the movie before trying another move. He squirmed his way up Junho's shoulder, letting his lips graze the younger boy's neck. He felt goosebumps grow on the other boy's skin, making him grin.
The maknae felt his heart pound against his ribs, hoping that Junho didn't notice. His hand slowly moved, slipping down the small boy's hip to his thigh as he pressed his fingers into it. He lightly squeezed it before feeling Junho's hand come down on his own.
“Okay what are you guys doing?” Junho glanced from Taecyeon to Chansung.
“We're not doing anything.” The oldest said innocently.
“You're breath down my neck and you're touching my thigh.” He glared at the maknae. “I know you've planned something.”
Taecyeon sighed. “You're right. You caught us. I heard a rumour that you're really sensitive and I wanted to see if that was true.”
“I'm not sensitive.”
The tall boy smirked. “You're not? It looked like you were a minute ago.”
“I'm not... Do it again then.” Junho sat back against the couch with his eyes on the tv.
“I can't do it when you expect it.”
“Then...”
“Just watch the movie.”
Junho sighed, curving his lip in disappointment. He thought Taecyeon was going to drop the subject until 15 minutes later, the older boy's hand was on his hip. 'I'm not sensitive.' He thought, ignoring that hand because it really was not doing anything. His eyes widened a little as that hand moved under his shirt. “Y-yah!”
“Sensitive?”
The small boy swallowed. “No...” He gritted his teeth as he tried to watch the movie again. Taecyeon's fingers tickled his abdomen, sending shivers up his spine. They circled his belly button as he swallowed, trying to forget about them. His fists tightened when Taecyeon started to play with the waistband of his pants. 'He wouldn't...' He glanced at the older boy, seeing the smirk on his face and the intense stare.
He quickly looked back to the tv just as Chansung's fingers found his thigh once more. Junho gasped when the maknae's hand slipped and touched his crotch. “Yah!”
“S-sorry!”
“This counts too.” Taecyeon said.
“How does this count?! He touched my crotch! Anyone would be sensitive there!”
The oldest boy's lip twitched. “Do you get hard when you go to the bathroom?”
Junho's brow creased. “No.”
“When you shower?”
“No...”
“So then are you really that sensitive there?”
“I'm not.”
“Really?”
Junho didn't like the way Taecyeon was looking at him. He knew the older boy was testing him but how far would he take it? He knew Taecyeon was waiting for an answer so he swallowed his pride. “Try me.”
The tall boy smirked. “Watch the movie.”
As the minutes ticked on, Junho was becoming more convinced that the other boy decided to forget the whole thing. He tensed when a hand slid into his lap and massaged his inner thigh. His heart started to race as fingers moved against the crease of his leg. He swallowed slowly, feeling a palm against his crotch. 'Watch the movie. Watch the movie. Watch the movie.' He reminded himself over and over. Taecyeon was right, in any other normal circumstances he would not get hard, so why was it difficult now?
Junho grunted softly when he was squeezed. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the tv, trying not to show his discomfort. He could feel Chansung's breath against his neck as the maknae peeked over his shoulder. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls when the top button of his pants became undone and the zipper pulled down. 'It's just another test. Don't let it bother you.'
He shuddered when fingers slipped into his pants, brushing against his crotch. “Junho.” He swallowed, not turning his head.
“M-mm?”
“How are you feeling now?” Chansung gripped his hip.
“Normal...” He wasn't sure how to answer. He guessed that the maknae wasn't satisfied with this answer because his legs were suddenly forced apart as he half sat on Chansung's lap. The position made it easier for Taecyeon to move his hand into Junho's pants as he stroked over his boxers. 'T-this is stupid... How could someone not get hard from being...'
He lifted his hips off the couch and whined as Taecyeon began to rub his length hard over his underwear. “You are sensitive.” The tall boy smirked.
“No I'm not! This is ridiculous! Who wouldn't get hard from being stroked?! This is stupid.” Junho pushed off the couch, trying to get up when Taecyeon pulled him back down.
“We're not done here.”
“What more do you want?” Junho glared. “You got me hard, congratulations. You want a medal or something?” The smirk the oldest boy gave him made Junho lean back, accidentally brushing against Chansung.
“So we got you hard, but how long does it take to get you off?”
“Are you nuts? I'm not doing this. I'm straight thanks.” He noticed the short nod Taecyeon gave the maknae before he was pulled back on the couch, his arms tangled with Chansung's. “Yah! What are you doing?!”
The oldest boy pulled Junho's pants from his hips, sliding between his legs and getting comfortable.
“Stop! Let me go!” Junho's breath caught in his throat as Taecyeon outlined his length. “G-go watch porn or something... Don't touch me...”
The tall boy chuckled. “I'm not frustrated Junho, I'm just bored.”
“S-stop touching me.” The younger boy raised his hips off the couch, letting his head fall back against Chansung's chest. He struggled against the maknae, trying to break free. Taecyeon palmed his erection, moving it in a circular motion and making Junho moan softly. “Stop!”
“You've got a wet spot here.” Taecyeon grinned, sliding his finger against the dark spot on the small boy's underwear.
“D-don't touch it... Let me go. I... I can do it myself.”
“What would be the point of letting you go if we can do it right here?”
Junho watched as his underwear was slowly pulled down his hips, exposing his hard-on. “Please just stop...” He whined, trying to wiggle with hips away. Embarrassment started to fill his face with a blush as Taecyeon snapped the waistband just under his cock as it stood up proudly.
“It gets pretty big when it's hard.”
“Shut up. Let me go!”
“Do you touch it often Junho?” The tall boy asked as he wrapped his fingers around the tight flesh. He moved his finger down the slit, wiping the pre-cum off before rubbing it between his fingers.
“Just let me go... Stop playing with me.”
Taecyeon sighed, moving his hand up and down on the small boy's length. “This won't be enough... There needs to be more. Chansung, lift up his shirt.”
Junho eyes widened. He tilted his head back to look at the maknae. “Don't you dare. Chansung if you do it, I'll kick your ass so hard.”
Chansung swallowed nervously before quickly grabbing the bottom of the older boy's shirt and bringing it to Junho's chin.
“You're gonna get it!” Junho shouted, wiggling his body again.
Taecyeon squeezed the base of the small boy's cock, making him still and stare at him. “Just be calm... It'll be over soon.” He grinned.
Junho gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pleasant feeling that he was getting from the tall boy. He threw his head back, letting out a low moan as Chansung's fingers found his nipples and pinched. He started to pant as Taecyeon moved his hand faster, stroking his cock as it leaked more pre-cum. He dug his teeth into his lip as he tried to hold back his moans and he closed his eyes tight.
He felt a hot breath against his ear, making him turn his head. Junho's brow creased as he noticed now that Chansung was panting with him. He shuddered when the maknae's fingers slid down his body and played over his abdomen. He kept his eyes on the other boy, watching him suck his lip into his mouth before releasing it; now wet.
Taecyeon felt the length in his hand twitch, making him look to Junho's face. He raised a brow at the small boy's focus on Chansung. He made his strokes long and tight, watching Junho writhe before closing his eyes. “Please stop...” Junho begged softly, making the oldest boy sigh.
“Not this again.”
“C-Chansung... Why...” Junho whispered, looking at the maknae. Taecyeon was confused as if the two youngest had been telling one another secrets until he noticed the youngest boy shift.
“S-sorry Junho... I don't know why.”
“Are you hard Chansung?” Taecyeon asked with surprise. He laughed when Chansung nodded sharply. “And here I thought it was Junho who was sensitive.”
“S-so let me go then...”
“Mm no, let's finish.”
“B-but Chansung's thing is touching my back!”
Taecyeon bit his lip, trying to stop himself from laughing. “You'll survive. You live with five horny boys, this isn't much different. This time you can feel it.”
“This is gross!”
“Can't be too gross.” The tall boy smiled, stroking Junho faster. “You got hard.”
The younger boy whimpered, silently admitting defeat as he arched his hips off the couch. He moaned deeply in his throat, leaning back against Chansung to look at him. “Junho...” The tall boy whispered against his lips. Junho grunted before pushing into Taecyeon's hand and spilling his seed. His whole body trembled as he came down from his orgasm.
Junho panted as he looked up at the oldest boy, an intense glare in his eyes. “Are you finished now? Let me go.” Taecyeon nodded to the maknae and before Junho had a chance to get up, Chansung threw him at the oldest boy and ran into the bathroom.
The tall boy chuckled. “I had it wrong this whole time.”
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon is bored and what better way to cure your boredom than to play with your kids.
Author's Notes: Yup
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon sighed, tapping his fingers on the table as Chansung sat in front of him eating. He was becoming even more bored by the hour, by the minute as three members hung around the dorm. He could've went back to bed and got that much needed sleep before his hectic schedule started again but he wasn't tired. He leaned back in his chair, peeking into the living room. Junho yawned just then, leaning back into the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He looked just as bored.
The tall boy smirked, setting his chair on all fours again. “Hey Chansung.” He whispered as an awful idea spilled into his mind.
“What is it hyung?” The youngest member asked, pulling the chopsticks out of his mouth. He looked disappointed for having being interrupted in his feeding.
“Aren't you bored?”
Chansung stared down at his almost empty bowl. “A little.”
“I know something that might be entertaining.”
The younger boy blinked in curiosity. “What is it?”
“Junho looks bored too... I heard that he's really sensitive.”
“Sensitive? Like... Touching?”
Taecyeon grinned. “Yeah, wanna see if it's true?”
Chansung swallowed. “H-how?”
“We'll touch him... See how he reacts.”
“Touch him how?”
The older boy sighed. “Just follow my lead.” He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, plopping down rather closely next to Junho. The small boy bounced on the couch, ignoring Taecyeon.
Chansung soon joined them, sitting awkwardly close as well. He watched Junho slowly shuffle, trying to avoid touching either boy. Their thighs rubbed together and the small boy's hands curled into fists.
“What are you watching?” Taecyeon asked, his breath tickling the younger boy's ear.
“A-a movie...”
“Mind if we watch it with you?”
Junho shook his head, trying to shift his body away from the older boy's but it only caused him to partially sit on Chansung's thigh. Rather than asking why either boy was so close, the smallest boy kept his lips tight.
Taecyeon watched the younger boy, his eyes moving from Junho's eyes to his lips. He noted how the other boy was gnawing softly on his lip, drawing the soft skin into his mouth. The tall boy smirked, shifting down the couch and resting his head on Junho's shoulder. He bit his tongue as he tried not to laugh when the other boy tensed before relaxing.
Chansung swallowed nervously as the older boy moved onto his thigh. It was obviously that he was trying to move away from the oldest without being completely awkward. He rested his shaky hand on Junho's hip as the small boy sat forward. He didn't want the other boy to escape just yet although the uncomfortable feeling of trying to tease Junho was making butterflies in his stomach.
Junho leaned on the youngest boy, his back pressed against Chansung's chest. He tried to keep his attention on the movie as it was one that he had been meaning to watch for almost a month now.
Taecyeon gave it 15 minutes to let the small boy become absorbed into the movie before trying another move. He squirmed his way up Junho's shoulder, letting his lips graze the younger boy's neck. He felt goosebumps grow on the other boy's skin, making him grin.
The maknae felt his heart pound against his ribs, hoping that Junho didn't notice. His hand slowly moved, slipping down the small boy's hip to his thigh as he pressed his fingers into it. He lightly squeezed it before feeling Junho's hand come down on his own.
“Okay what are you guys doing?” Junho glanced from Taecyeon to Chansung.
“We're not doing anything.” The oldest said innocently.
“You're breath down my neck and you're touching my thigh.” He glared at the maknae. “I know you've planned something.”
Taecyeon sighed. “You're right. You caught us. I heard a rumour that you're really sensitive and I wanted to see if that was true.”
“I'm not sensitive.”
The tall boy smirked. “You're not? It looked like you were a minute ago.”
“I'm not... Do it again then.” Junho sat back against the couch with his eyes on the tv.
“I can't do it when you expect it.”
“Then...”
“Just watch the movie.”
Junho sighed, curving his lip in disappointment. He thought Taecyeon was going to drop the subject until 15 minutes later, the older boy's hand was on his hip. 'I'm not sensitive.' He thought, ignoring that hand because it really was not doing anything. His eyes widened a little as that hand moved under his shirt. “Y-yah!”
“Sensitive?”
The small boy swallowed. “No...” He gritted his teeth as he tried to watch the movie again. Taecyeon's fingers tickled his abdomen, sending shivers up his spine. They circled his belly button as he swallowed, trying to forget about them. His fists tightened when Taecyeon started to play with the waistband of his pants. 'He wouldn't...' He glanced at the older boy, seeing the smirk on his face and the intense stare.
He quickly looked back to the tv just as Chansung's fingers found his thigh once more. Junho gasped when the maknae's hand slipped and touched his crotch. “Yah!”
“S-sorry!”
“This counts too.” Taecyeon said.
“How does this count?! He touched my crotch! Anyone would be sensitive there!”
The oldest boy's lip twitched. “Do you get hard when you go to the bathroom?”
Junho's brow creased. “No.”
“When you shower?”
“No...”
“So then are you really that sensitive there?”
“I'm not.”
“Really?”
Junho didn't like the way Taecyeon was looking at him. He knew the older boy was testing him but how far would he take it? He knew Taecyeon was waiting for an answer so he swallowed his pride. “Try me.”
The tall boy smirked. “Watch the movie.”
As the minutes ticked on, Junho was becoming more convinced that the other boy decided to forget the whole thing. He tensed when a hand slid into his lap and massaged his inner thigh. His heart started to race as fingers moved against the crease of his leg. He swallowed slowly, feeling a palm against his crotch. 'Watch the movie. Watch the movie. Watch the movie.' He reminded himself over and over. Taecyeon was right, in any other normal circumstances he would not get hard, so why was it difficult now?
Junho grunted softly when he was squeezed. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the tv, trying not to show his discomfort. He could feel Chansung's breath against his neck as the maknae peeked over his shoulder. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls when the top button of his pants became undone and the zipper pulled down. 'It's just another test. Don't let it bother you.'
He shuddered when fingers slipped into his pants, brushing against his crotch. “Junho.” He swallowed, not turning his head.
“M-mm?”
“How are you feeling now?” Chansung gripped his hip.
“Normal...” He wasn't sure how to answer. He guessed that the maknae wasn't satisfied with this answer because his legs were suddenly forced apart as he half sat on Chansung's lap. The position made it easier for Taecyeon to move his hand into Junho's pants as he stroked over his boxers. 'T-this is stupid... How could someone not get hard from being...'
He lifted his hips off the couch and whined as Taecyeon began to rub his length hard over his underwear. “You are sensitive.” The tall boy smirked.
“No I'm not! This is ridiculous! Who wouldn't get hard from being stroked?! This is stupid.” Junho pushed off the couch, trying to get up when Taecyeon pulled him back down.
“We're not done here.”
“What more do you want?” Junho glared. “You got me hard, congratulations. You want a medal or something?” The smirk the oldest boy gave him made Junho lean back, accidentally brushing against Chansung.
“So we got you hard, but how long does it take to get you off?”
“Are you nuts? I'm not doing this. I'm straight thanks.” He noticed the short nod Taecyeon gave the maknae before he was pulled back on the couch, his arms tangled with Chansung's. “Yah! What are you doing?!”
The oldest boy pulled Junho's pants from his hips, sliding between his legs and getting comfortable.
“Stop! Let me go!” Junho's breath caught in his throat as Taecyeon outlined his length. “G-go watch porn or something... Don't touch me...”
The tall boy chuckled. “I'm not frustrated Junho, I'm just bored.”
“S-stop touching me.” The younger boy raised his hips off the couch, letting his head fall back against Chansung's chest. He struggled against the maknae, trying to break free. Taecyeon palmed his erection, moving it in a circular motion and making Junho moan softly. “Stop!”
“You've got a wet spot here.” Taecyeon grinned, sliding his finger against the dark spot on the small boy's underwear.
“D-don't touch it... Let me go. I... I can do it myself.”
“What would be the point of letting you go if we can do it right here?”
Junho watched as his underwear was slowly pulled down his hips, exposing his hard-on. “Please just stop...” He whined, trying to wiggle with hips away. Embarrassment started to fill his face with a blush as Taecyeon snapped the waistband just under his cock as it stood up proudly.
“It gets pretty big when it's hard.”
“Shut up. Let me go!”
“Do you touch it often Junho?” The tall boy asked as he wrapped his fingers around the tight flesh. He moved his finger down the slit, wiping the pre-cum off before rubbing it between his fingers.
“Just let me go... Stop playing with me.”
Taecyeon sighed, moving his hand up and down on the small boy's length. “This won't be enough... There needs to be more. Chansung, lift up his shirt.”
Junho eyes widened. He tilted his head back to look at the maknae. “Don't you dare. Chansung if you do it, I'll kick your ass so hard.”
Chansung swallowed nervously before quickly grabbing the bottom of the older boy's shirt and bringing it to Junho's chin.
“You're gonna get it!” Junho shouted, wiggling his body again.
Taecyeon squeezed the base of the small boy's cock, making him still and stare at him. “Just be calm... It'll be over soon.” He grinned.
Junho gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pleasant feeling that he was getting from the tall boy. He threw his head back, letting out a low moan as Chansung's fingers found his nipples and pinched. He started to pant as Taecyeon moved his hand faster, stroking his cock as it leaked more pre-cum. He dug his teeth into his lip as he tried to hold back his moans and he closed his eyes tight.
He felt a hot breath against his ear, making him turn his head. Junho's brow creased as he noticed now that Chansung was panting with him. He shuddered when the maknae's fingers slid down his body and played over his abdomen. He kept his eyes on the other boy, watching him suck his lip into his mouth before releasing it; now wet.
Taecyeon felt the length in his hand twitch, making him look to Junho's face. He raised a brow at the small boy's focus on Chansung. He made his strokes long and tight, watching Junho writhe before closing his eyes. “Please stop...” Junho begged softly, making the oldest boy sigh.
“Not this again.”
“C-Chansung... Why...” Junho whispered, looking at the maknae. Taecyeon was confused as if the two youngest had been telling one another secrets until he noticed the youngest boy shift.
“S-sorry Junho... I don't know why.”
“Are you hard Chansung?” Taecyeon asked with surprise. He laughed when Chansung nodded sharply. “And here I thought it was Junho who was sensitive.”
“S-so let me go then...”
“Mm no, let's finish.”
“B-but Chansung's thing is touching my back!”
Taecyeon bit his lip, trying to stop himself from laughing. “You'll survive. You live with five horny boys, this isn't much different. This time you can feel it.”
“This is gross!”
“Can't be too gross.” The tall boy smiled, stroking Junho faster. “You got hard.”
The younger boy whimpered, silently admitting defeat as he arched his hips off the couch. He moaned deeply in his throat, leaning back against Chansung to look at him. “Junho...” The tall boy whispered against his lips. Junho grunted before pushing into Taecyeon's hand and spilling his seed. His whole body trembled as he came down from his orgasm.
Junho panted as he looked up at the oldest boy, an intense glare in his eyes. “Are you finished now? Let me go.” Taecyeon nodded to the maknae and before Junho had a chance to get up, Chansung threw him at the oldest boy and ran into the bathroom.
The tall boy chuckled. “I had it wrong this whole time.”