Cat Nip
Title: Cat Nip
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: New clothes and a new treat means more responsibility that Chansung didn't expect.
Author's Notes: pandabee21 drew the art! So I (finally) wrote for it. Photos here and here.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Chansung bit his lip, keeping his eyes on the ceiling as he walked into the house. He shrugged off the small body that was clinging to his arm so that he could change his clothes. As soon as he was comfortable, the heated body returned and gripped him tightly. He swallowed hard as his elbow brushed against soft skin, “Yah Junho.”
“Hm?” the small boy looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with joy.
He felt his knees buckle at the sight of Junho. “I'd... I'd feel more comfortable if you wore some clothes, pants at least.”
“Huh, clothes? But Chansung-ah, it feels weird on my skin. I'm used to being naked.”
Chansung sighed, “Yes I know...” He rubbed his forehead as he closed his eyes and sighed again in frustration.
The first couple of days that Junho had turned into a human, he was too shocked to even mention clothing because the thought of the small boy walking on two feet boggled his mind. Now two weeks later, Junho was still wandering around the apartment naked. Chansung had to admit, walking around naked sometimes felt good but not all the time. Sure, Junho was previously a cat and was used to being nude but he was now human. Chansung thought that if he hadn't had sex with Junho, if he hadn't opened his heart as much as he did, he wouldn't even look twice at the small boy or his nudity.
It made him blush when Junho would press against him, either from behind or against his hips, and he could feel every curve, bump and bulge. Chansung gnawed on his lip, he remembered the day Junho was hard and ignoring it. He had hugged the tall boy from behind and Chansung gasped when he felt the erect dick press against his thigh. It surprised him to see how well Junho was oblivious to it. He wanted to show the small boy how to get rid of it but that would mean another session and Chansung didn't want to teach him anymore. He felt horrible for how far he went in the first place. After that day, he never touched Junho in that way, even though the other boy tried to kiss him occasionally.
“Chansung-ah?”
Junho broke him out of his thoughts as he looked down at Junho. “Please, at least wear boxers. For me, do it for me please,” Chansung begged.
The small boy's bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout, “Well, for you I guess I can.”
Chansung exhaled a sigh of relief. He dragged Junho to his room where he dug through the drawer before pulling out a pair of shorts. “Here.”
The small boy stared at the item before Chansung motioned how to put it on. Junho slipped his legs into the holes and pulled them up his hips. As soon as he let go, the boxers slid down his legs. “Chansung-ah, they're too big.”
The tall boy closed his eyes, feeling frustrated. He was sure that Junho loved the idea of not fitting into his clothes. “Fine, I'll get you a new pair.”
After getting a list of colours that Junho wanted, Chansung left for the store. “Has he been going through my drawers? Why so many colours...” He picked up a particular pair of boxers, the strips running vertical of pink and green. “Is this watermelon?” he asked himself, remembering that Junho was really specific about this pair.
The sound of a girlish giggle caught his attention and he realized he was holding up the boxers and admiring them. He quickly bunched them up and left.
“Wah! They look exactly like a watermelon!” Junho shouted, holding up the shorts.
Chansung raised a brow, wondering how they boxers looked like the fruit. “Please wear these from now on.”
“I will! Thank you Chansung-ah!” The small boy tackled Chansung, making the other boy yelped.
“W-when you're clothed you can tackle me all you want! Please get off!”
Chansung flicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting on tv. Junho was sitting in his lap, watching the tall boy press his finger against the remote, continuously hitting the same button.
“Yah Chansung-ah.”
“What is it?”
“Can we watch a movie?”
He gave himself a moment to think because he knew what movie Junho wanted to watch. “I guess so.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Junho leapt off his lap and onto the floor where he pulled out a worn out DVD. He popped it into the player before hopping back into Chansung's lap.
Once Junho was laying back against him, the tall boy prepared himself for the usual spots that Junho would laugh or get angry at. Cats and Dogs, Junho's new favourite movie. He would laugh at the human voices coming out of the animal's mouths. Chansung had to explain that animals could not talk and turning into humans was not a common occurrence. He didn't have to go through the same talk every time but the one thing he did count on was Junho falling asleep in his lap. He only remembered a couple times when Junho had stayed awake throughout the whole movie.
Junho gently squeezed his thigh through his sleep and he smiled. Reaching over, Chansung grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. He picked up the small boy and carried him into the bedroom. Deciding to turn in himself, he crawled under the blankets and pulled Junho close.
Humming happily with a basket on his arm, Chansung walked through the store, picking up the necessary things he needed to survive; today was grocery day. He passed the pet aisle, pausing as toys came into his vision. He walked down the aisle, laughing to himself at the mouse shaped toys as he imagined Junho chasing them around the house on two feet. Chansung's eyes stopped on a particular item. He picked it off the shelf and looked at it, “Well, he's still kind of a cat...” He grinned as he put it in the basket.
“What are you making? Huh? Huh?” Junho circled the tall boy as a delicious aroma filled his nose. He couldn't figure out where it was coming from when Chansung was only making tea. He watched as the tall boy stirred the hot liquid before taking both mugs and carrying them to the living room.
Chansung almost tripped over the small boy as he circled him, making as if he was a cat again. He set the mugs on the table and Junho was instantly in his lap. He picked up a mug with a heart on it, handing it to Junho, “This is yours.”
“Mine?” the small boy looked at the liquid in the mug. To him, after smelling Chansung's tea, he didn't think he wanted any but the smell emitting from his cup made him crave it. He carefully took the mug after the tall boy's warning of it to be hot. Junho waited for it to cool down before he took a sip.
Chansung sipped on his tea slowly, 'Wonder what he'll do... Maybe I should've bought the fake mouse so he doesn't scratch up the furniture... He might go crazy.' He chuckled softly to himself, 'Maybe he'll act drunk.'
By the time he was finished his thoughts, Junho was sitting in his lap stiffly with his mug empty. Chansung set his mug down, seeing the pinkish tint to the small boy's cheeks. “Well, did you like it?”
Junho quickly turned his head, making the tall boy raise a brow. His brow furrowed even more as the small boy started to giggle.
“Jun-” Chansung's eyes widened as the small boy kissed him fiercely. “J-Junho...” He moaned as Junho nipped at his lips, causing them to swell. He felt the small boy rub his hips against his stomach, grinding against his muscles under his shirt.
“C-Chansung... It's hurting again...”
“Hm?”
Junho grabbed the tall boy's wrist, guiding it to his cock that bulged under his shorts. Chansung rolled his eyes and smiled, “Junho, it's called a erection. It's hard because you're feeling pleasure.”
“M-my cock is erect.”
The tall boy chuckled, rolling them so that he was on the top. He looked down at Junho, seeing the small boy panting and his body twitch from raw need. Junho was craving sex and his whole body showed it from his thick, swollen parted lips down to his trembling legs. Chansung shook his head, he said there wouldn't be a next time and he was so determined to keep that true but with the small boy begging so silently.
“C-Chansung-ah, why did you stop?”
“I can't... Shouldn't. That one time was-”
“Practise makes perfect.” Junho smiled, making the tall boy whine. “Please?” He ran his fingers up Chansung's legs, tickling his thighs before moving to graze the skin just above the waistband of his pants.
The tall boy kept his eyes locked with Junho's as the other boy touched him. His breathing quickened a bit as fingertips caressed the trail leading into his pants. Chansung's eyes narrowed as the small boy followed the line of hair into his shorts before his fingers wrapped around his cock. He bit back a moan as Junho began to stroke him slow and teasingly. Junho was staring back at him with fire in his eyes, feeling determined and confident, something Chansung had never taught him.
Chansung started to grind his hips into the smaller boy's hand and he closed his eyes. “Ah,” he exhaled a shuddered breath as Junho palmed the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that was already leaking out. His hips jerked as the small boy pressed his finger against the slit. “Junho, don't stop.” Chansung grunted as the other boy pulled too roughly on his cock, bringing him down, “Ow!”
“Chansung-ah, do me too.”
“D-do?”
“Put your cock in my butt.”
“Right now?” Chansung felt his heart pound against his ribs.
“I want it Chansung. Give me your cock.”
“Uh...”
Before Chansung could voice another word, Junho was pulling his boxers off his to expose his swollen cock. “I'm sorry Chansung-ah.”
“For?”
“T-there's cum in my boxers.”
Chansung's breath hitched as he looked at the clear fluid covering the small boy's tip. He reached down, rubbing his thumb against the slick head, “That's not cum Junho... It's pre-cum...” He leaned down, nipping at Junho's lips, “When it's clear like this, it's pre-cum, okay?”
“O-okay,” the small boy moaned.
He fisted Junho's cock before pumping it wholly. The small boy's hand soon joined his and rather than helping to stroke, he gripped Chansung's wrist tightly.
“S-stop... Just - I want Chansung-ah.”
Chansung was about to get up but the small boy stopped him, “What's the matter?”
“Where are you going?”
“I need lube...”
Junho quickly scrambled off the floor and with a couple slams of drawers, the small boy came back. He crawled under Chansung before handing the other boy the bottle. “You use it when you have an erection. You use it a lot so I know where you put it.”
The proud smile on the small boy's face had Chansung biting his lip. He'd scold Junho later for figuring out how to unhitch the lock and watching him masturbate. Chansung popped open the cap, squeezing the liquid out into his hand. He pressed his hips to the smaller boy's before circling his hand around both their cocks. He massaged the lube into their skin as he pumped, feeling Junho's shaft pulse against his own. After a few long strokes, he pulled away, angling himself at the small boy's entrance.
“It won't hurt,” Junho said, cutting off his concentration.
“What?” he breathed out. He wasn't worrying about hurting Junho as much as he was trying to prepare himself for the tightness that was coming.
“It won't hurt like it did the first time, I've been practising.” Chansung's eyes widened, “My fingers aren't like your cock but I can get them pretty dee - ah!”
Chansung couldn't stop himself as he thrust deep and quick into the small boy. Junho arched his back off the floor, pressing his cock against the tall boy's stomach. Chansung shuddered as he pulled out slowly, letting the air tickle his cock before pushing back in. The pace of his hips increased as he thrust into Junho. He pressed his hands against the floor, using his arms to keep him up and off of the smaller boy. Chansung winced as he felt Junho's nails dig into his skin but he ignored the slight pain. He sat back on his heels as his arms grew tired and he pulled the small boy's hips closer.
“Aah Chansung-ah,” Junho moaned.
The tall boy reached for the bottle again, noticing that Junho was pumping himself raw. “If you get dry... D-don't keep - uungh - don't keep going...” Chansung squeezed more of the thick fluid onto the small boy's shaft, brushing off Junho's hand to stroke the lubricant in. He slowed his hips as he pumped the small boy's length, making sure he was okay before guiding Junho's hand back onto it.
Junho instantly starting stroke himself, sending tingles throughout his body and accidentally clenching down on the tall boy's cock. Chansung let out a grunt, shifting his hips in short quick movements. He felt the small boy's nails drag up his back, making him arch his spine. He voiced a deep growl and Junho opened his eyes wide.
“C-Chansung-ah?”
“Hm?” the tall boy breathed out as he thrust.
“Are you alright?” Junho stroked the other boy's cheek, seeing it tense in pleasure. This was the first time he could see Chansung's face when they had sex.
“I'm fine... Better than fine, you feel so fucking great,” the tall boy panted.
Junho blushed, biting down on his lip as the other boy moved faster. He yelped and he pushed off the floor, his fingers tightening around his shaft. His hand moved faster, rocking his hips against Chansung as he felt heat surging through his veins. “C-Chansung-ah... It's coming again.”
“Mm, me too.”
Chansung gripped the back of the smaller boy's knees, thrusting into him deeper and moaning as Junho's insides gripped him tightly. Sweat gathered at his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes just as Junho whimpered and his face twisted. White ribbons shot onto the small boy's stomach as he came, his body trembling as he jerked his hand over his cock.
The scene had Chansung's hips bucking forward as he filled the smaller boy with his seed. He groaned, closing his eyes tight as cum spilled from his cock and Junho's muscles squeezed him. He felt the small boy's hips twitch when he gripped them as he slowly rode out his orgasm. Chansung blinked until his vision cleared just before Junho pulled him down to kiss him.
“I knew this time would be better.”
Chansung hissed as he looked at his back in the mirror. “He put scratches all over my back... He better not expect a next time.”
“Chansung-ah!” Junho chirped as he kicked open the door.
“Yah! Junho! Put boxers on!”
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: New clothes and a new treat means more responsibility that Chansung didn't expect.
Author's Notes: pandabee21 drew the art! So I (finally) wrote for it. Photos here and here.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Chansung bit his lip, keeping his eyes on the ceiling as he walked into the house. He shrugged off the small body that was clinging to his arm so that he could change his clothes. As soon as he was comfortable, the heated body returned and gripped him tightly. He swallowed hard as his elbow brushed against soft skin, “Yah Junho.”
“Hm?” the small boy looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with joy.
He felt his knees buckle at the sight of Junho. “I'd... I'd feel more comfortable if you wore some clothes, pants at least.”
“Huh, clothes? But Chansung-ah, it feels weird on my skin. I'm used to being naked.”
Chansung sighed, “Yes I know...” He rubbed his forehead as he closed his eyes and sighed again in frustration.
The first couple of days that Junho had turned into a human, he was too shocked to even mention clothing because the thought of the small boy walking on two feet boggled his mind. Now two weeks later, Junho was still wandering around the apartment naked. Chansung had to admit, walking around naked sometimes felt good but not all the time. Sure, Junho was previously a cat and was used to being nude but he was now human. Chansung thought that if he hadn't had sex with Junho, if he hadn't opened his heart as much as he did, he wouldn't even look twice at the small boy or his nudity.
It made him blush when Junho would press against him, either from behind or against his hips, and he could feel every curve, bump and bulge. Chansung gnawed on his lip, he remembered the day Junho was hard and ignoring it. He had hugged the tall boy from behind and Chansung gasped when he felt the erect dick press against his thigh. It surprised him to see how well Junho was oblivious to it. He wanted to show the small boy how to get rid of it but that would mean another session and Chansung didn't want to teach him anymore. He felt horrible for how far he went in the first place. After that day, he never touched Junho in that way, even though the other boy tried to kiss him occasionally.
“Chansung-ah?”
Junho broke him out of his thoughts as he looked down at Junho. “Please, at least wear boxers. For me, do it for me please,” Chansung begged.
The small boy's bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout, “Well, for you I guess I can.”
Chansung exhaled a sigh of relief. He dragged Junho to his room where he dug through the drawer before pulling out a pair of shorts. “Here.”
The small boy stared at the item before Chansung motioned how to put it on. Junho slipped his legs into the holes and pulled them up his hips. As soon as he let go, the boxers slid down his legs. “Chansung-ah, they're too big.”
The tall boy closed his eyes, feeling frustrated. He was sure that Junho loved the idea of not fitting into his clothes. “Fine, I'll get you a new pair.”
After getting a list of colours that Junho wanted, Chansung left for the store. “Has he been going through my drawers? Why so many colours...” He picked up a particular pair of boxers, the strips running vertical of pink and green. “Is this watermelon?” he asked himself, remembering that Junho was really specific about this pair.
The sound of a girlish giggle caught his attention and he realized he was holding up the boxers and admiring them. He quickly bunched them up and left.
“Wah! They look exactly like a watermelon!” Junho shouted, holding up the shorts.
Chansung raised a brow, wondering how they boxers looked like the fruit. “Please wear these from now on.”
“I will! Thank you Chansung-ah!” The small boy tackled Chansung, making the other boy yelped.
“W-when you're clothed you can tackle me all you want! Please get off!”
Chansung flicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting on tv. Junho was sitting in his lap, watching the tall boy press his finger against the remote, continuously hitting the same button.
“Yah Chansung-ah.”
“What is it?”
“Can we watch a movie?”
He gave himself a moment to think because he knew what movie Junho wanted to watch. “I guess so.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Junho leapt off his lap and onto the floor where he pulled out a worn out DVD. He popped it into the player before hopping back into Chansung's lap.
Once Junho was laying back against him, the tall boy prepared himself for the usual spots that Junho would laugh or get angry at. Cats and Dogs, Junho's new favourite movie. He would laugh at the human voices coming out of the animal's mouths. Chansung had to explain that animals could not talk and turning into humans was not a common occurrence. He didn't have to go through the same talk every time but the one thing he did count on was Junho falling asleep in his lap. He only remembered a couple times when Junho had stayed awake throughout the whole movie.
Junho gently squeezed his thigh through his sleep and he smiled. Reaching over, Chansung grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. He picked up the small boy and carried him into the bedroom. Deciding to turn in himself, he crawled under the blankets and pulled Junho close.
Humming happily with a basket on his arm, Chansung walked through the store, picking up the necessary things he needed to survive; today was grocery day. He passed the pet aisle, pausing as toys came into his vision. He walked down the aisle, laughing to himself at the mouse shaped toys as he imagined Junho chasing them around the house on two feet. Chansung's eyes stopped on a particular item. He picked it off the shelf and looked at it, “Well, he's still kind of a cat...” He grinned as he put it in the basket.
“What are you making? Huh? Huh?” Junho circled the tall boy as a delicious aroma filled his nose. He couldn't figure out where it was coming from when Chansung was only making tea. He watched as the tall boy stirred the hot liquid before taking both mugs and carrying them to the living room.
Chansung almost tripped over the small boy as he circled him, making as if he was a cat again. He set the mugs on the table and Junho was instantly in his lap. He picked up a mug with a heart on it, handing it to Junho, “This is yours.”
“Mine?” the small boy looked at the liquid in the mug. To him, after smelling Chansung's tea, he didn't think he wanted any but the smell emitting from his cup made him crave it. He carefully took the mug after the tall boy's warning of it to be hot. Junho waited for it to cool down before he took a sip.
Chansung sipped on his tea slowly, 'Wonder what he'll do... Maybe I should've bought the fake mouse so he doesn't scratch up the furniture... He might go crazy.' He chuckled softly to himself, 'Maybe he'll act drunk.'
By the time he was finished his thoughts, Junho was sitting in his lap stiffly with his mug empty. Chansung set his mug down, seeing the pinkish tint to the small boy's cheeks. “Well, did you like it?”
Junho quickly turned his head, making the tall boy raise a brow. His brow furrowed even more as the small boy started to giggle.
“Jun-” Chansung's eyes widened as the small boy kissed him fiercely. “J-Junho...” He moaned as Junho nipped at his lips, causing them to swell. He felt the small boy rub his hips against his stomach, grinding against his muscles under his shirt.
“C-Chansung... It's hurting again...”
“Hm?”
Junho grabbed the tall boy's wrist, guiding it to his cock that bulged under his shorts. Chansung rolled his eyes and smiled, “Junho, it's called a erection. It's hard because you're feeling pleasure.”
“M-my cock is erect.”
The tall boy chuckled, rolling them so that he was on the top. He looked down at Junho, seeing the small boy panting and his body twitch from raw need. Junho was craving sex and his whole body showed it from his thick, swollen parted lips down to his trembling legs. Chansung shook his head, he said there wouldn't be a next time and he was so determined to keep that true but with the small boy begging so silently.
“C-Chansung-ah, why did you stop?”
“I can't... Shouldn't. That one time was-”
“Practise makes perfect.” Junho smiled, making the tall boy whine. “Please?” He ran his fingers up Chansung's legs, tickling his thighs before moving to graze the skin just above the waistband of his pants.
The tall boy kept his eyes locked with Junho's as the other boy touched him. His breathing quickened a bit as fingertips caressed the trail leading into his pants. Chansung's eyes narrowed as the small boy followed the line of hair into his shorts before his fingers wrapped around his cock. He bit back a moan as Junho began to stroke him slow and teasingly. Junho was staring back at him with fire in his eyes, feeling determined and confident, something Chansung had never taught him.
Chansung started to grind his hips into the smaller boy's hand and he closed his eyes. “Ah,” he exhaled a shuddered breath as Junho palmed the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that was already leaking out. His hips jerked as the small boy pressed his finger against the slit. “Junho, don't stop.” Chansung grunted as the other boy pulled too roughly on his cock, bringing him down, “Ow!”
“Chansung-ah, do me too.”
“D-do?”
“Put your cock in my butt.”
“Right now?” Chansung felt his heart pound against his ribs.
“I want it Chansung. Give me your cock.”
“Uh...”
Before Chansung could voice another word, Junho was pulling his boxers off his to expose his swollen cock. “I'm sorry Chansung-ah.”
“For?”
“T-there's cum in my boxers.”
Chansung's breath hitched as he looked at the clear fluid covering the small boy's tip. He reached down, rubbing his thumb against the slick head, “That's not cum Junho... It's pre-cum...” He leaned down, nipping at Junho's lips, “When it's clear like this, it's pre-cum, okay?”
“O-okay,” the small boy moaned.
He fisted Junho's cock before pumping it wholly. The small boy's hand soon joined his and rather than helping to stroke, he gripped Chansung's wrist tightly.
“S-stop... Just - I want Chansung-ah.”
Chansung was about to get up but the small boy stopped him, “What's the matter?”
“Where are you going?”
“I need lube...”
Junho quickly scrambled off the floor and with a couple slams of drawers, the small boy came back. He crawled under Chansung before handing the other boy the bottle. “You use it when you have an erection. You use it a lot so I know where you put it.”
The proud smile on the small boy's face had Chansung biting his lip. He'd scold Junho later for figuring out how to unhitch the lock and watching him masturbate. Chansung popped open the cap, squeezing the liquid out into his hand. He pressed his hips to the smaller boy's before circling his hand around both their cocks. He massaged the lube into their skin as he pumped, feeling Junho's shaft pulse against his own. After a few long strokes, he pulled away, angling himself at the small boy's entrance.
“It won't hurt,” Junho said, cutting off his concentration.
“What?” he breathed out. He wasn't worrying about hurting Junho as much as he was trying to prepare himself for the tightness that was coming.
“It won't hurt like it did the first time, I've been practising.” Chansung's eyes widened, “My fingers aren't like your cock but I can get them pretty dee - ah!”
Chansung couldn't stop himself as he thrust deep and quick into the small boy. Junho arched his back off the floor, pressing his cock against the tall boy's stomach. Chansung shuddered as he pulled out slowly, letting the air tickle his cock before pushing back in. The pace of his hips increased as he thrust into Junho. He pressed his hands against the floor, using his arms to keep him up and off of the smaller boy. Chansung winced as he felt Junho's nails dig into his skin but he ignored the slight pain. He sat back on his heels as his arms grew tired and he pulled the small boy's hips closer.
“Aah Chansung-ah,” Junho moaned.
The tall boy reached for the bottle again, noticing that Junho was pumping himself raw. “If you get dry... D-don't keep - uungh - don't keep going...” Chansung squeezed more of the thick fluid onto the small boy's shaft, brushing off Junho's hand to stroke the lubricant in. He slowed his hips as he pumped the small boy's length, making sure he was okay before guiding Junho's hand back onto it.
Junho instantly starting stroke himself, sending tingles throughout his body and accidentally clenching down on the tall boy's cock. Chansung let out a grunt, shifting his hips in short quick movements. He felt the small boy's nails drag up his back, making him arch his spine. He voiced a deep growl and Junho opened his eyes wide.
“C-Chansung-ah?”
“Hm?” the tall boy breathed out as he thrust.
“Are you alright?” Junho stroked the other boy's cheek, seeing it tense in pleasure. This was the first time he could see Chansung's face when they had sex.
“I'm fine... Better than fine, you feel so fucking great,” the tall boy panted.
Junho blushed, biting down on his lip as the other boy moved faster. He yelped and he pushed off the floor, his fingers tightening around his shaft. His hand moved faster, rocking his hips against Chansung as he felt heat surging through his veins. “C-Chansung-ah... It's coming again.”
“Mm, me too.”
Chansung gripped the back of the smaller boy's knees, thrusting into him deeper and moaning as Junho's insides gripped him tightly. Sweat gathered at his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes just as Junho whimpered and his face twisted. White ribbons shot onto the small boy's stomach as he came, his body trembling as he jerked his hand over his cock.
The scene had Chansung's hips bucking forward as he filled the smaller boy with his seed. He groaned, closing his eyes tight as cum spilled from his cock and Junho's muscles squeezed him. He felt the small boy's hips twitch when he gripped them as he slowly rode out his orgasm. Chansung blinked until his vision cleared just before Junho pulled him down to kiss him.
“I knew this time would be better.”
Chansung hissed as he looked at his back in the mirror. “He put scratches all over my back... He better not expect a next time.”
“Chansung-ah!” Junho chirped as he kicked open the door.
“Yah! Junho! Put boxers on!”