Sound Proofing
Title: Sound Proofing drabble
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junsu
Summary: Junsu thinks it's a good idea to practise in the sound room but now he doesn't think he can come back.
Author's Notes: Meh, bad summary is bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Chansung sighs as he watches his hyung sing his lung out against the large circle in front of his face. He's tired and he should've known better than to say yes when Junsu asked him to stay after vocal practice. Junsu doesn't know when to quit when it comes to singing and the older boy always wants it to be perfect. Chansung doesn't blame the other boy, it's always good to be better but if Junsu keeps going, his voice will be gone.
“One more time,” Junsu promises and the maknae sighs again, hearing this for the umpteenth time since they've been there, he's lost count.
“Hyung, I'm hungry. Can we just leave?”
The older boy sees the desperation in Chansung's eyes and for a moment he feels a bit guilty, “One more time,” he repeats.
Chansung rolls his eyes and groans before resting his head against the table. He doesn't realize how tired he is until he blacks out. He's woken up some time later by being shaken violently. Junsu is trying to get his attention but he suddenly doesn't want to move. Chansung bites his lip and blushes, heat filling his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. Junsu shakes a little too hard and the maknae falls on his knees.
The older boy's legs wobble as Chansung grabs them, trying to keep himself steady. “Chansung-ah?” Junsu gasps quietly as the younger boy nuzzles his face into his crotch. If it had been any other time, he would've been wearing tight pants and a belt right where Chansung's nose was rubbing but today Junsu had stuck with trackpants. The action makes Junsu stiffen for a moment before he tries to pull the maknae away, “S-stop, what are you doing? Get up.” His breath hitches when Chansung breathes a hot breath against his crotch, “I-I thought you wanted to leave. You said you were h-hungry.”
“I am hungry,” the tall boy pants, suddenly pulling Junsu down on his knees with him. He grabs his hyung's wrist and guides his hand to his hard, restrained cock, “Hungry for you.”
Junsu lets Chansung take control of his hand until the younger boy is panting.
“Hyung, touch me...”
He takes it as a hint to move on his own and he does, squeezing Chansung through his pants and the tall boy moans.
“Don't stop.”
Junsu does what he's instructed, moving his hand fast and he wants to get it over with. They're still in the studio and despite the late hour, someone could still walk in but he doesn't have time to think about the if. Chansung is groping his ass roughly, squeezing and kneading each cheek like a piece of dough. Junsu groans, pressing his body against the maknae's. “We shou-”
Chansung cuts him off as he lifted off the ground and his pants are ripped off his hips. He gasps and shuffles around as he placed on the cold piano top.
“N-no Chansung, we can't... Not here,” Junsu is trying to push the tall boy away but he's resisting. He stands firm as he pushes his way between Junsu's legs.
The older boy doesn't want to think about the future with the piano. He knows that sooner or later that he'll be playing this instrument and he doesn't want these kinds of memories attached to it. Junsu can only imagine the way his heart will pound from the recollection because heart is doing it now. He shudders when Chansung starts a wet trail down his neck and into the top of his shirt, tickling at his collarbone. He's still slightly resisting as the younger boy's fingers are sliding from his arms to his hips then around to slip into the back of his briefs. Junsu arches his back and his body comes closer to Chansung's.
He whines as he pushes the tall boy but his briefs are still coming down slowly. Junsu holds himself up on his hands as he tries to avoid the cold surface of the piano. His arms wobble as they threaten to give out but Chansung's hands are quick as they move to his ass. Junsu's thighs feel the rough material of the maknae's pants. “Shit,” he hisses, feeling himself start to grow hard as Chansung grinds against his hips.
“Junsu,” the tall boy moans into his ear, making tingles run down to his groin.
Junsu thinks it's time to give up now because he's already lost his pants and Chansung shows no signs of stopping. He grabs the maknae's belt and tugs it, earning a grunt of approval. He's thankful that they don't have to waste any time getting him hard because he still thinks the sooner they're out, the better. Junsu quickly pulls at the zipper before yanking the tall boy's pants down. “All the way off,” he says but Chansung shakes his head.
“No time,” the maknae mutters and Junsu knows he means because he's already so ready.
He swallows as he pulls Chansung cock free from his underwear and strokes him hastily. Junsu shivers as the younger boy breathes heavy against his neck.
“Fuck, stop,” Chansung takes control again as he spreads the older boy's legs, working his way between them. “Calm down,” he tells Junsu as the other boy starts to pant. He knows that Junsu is going to feel pain because he's too desperate to prepare him and he's going to go in dry. The older boy is panicking slightly but Chansung hushes him with gentle kisses. He pulls Junsu close to his body, angling his cock just at the right moment as the older boy slides down on it.
Junsu lets out a strangled moan as he grips the tall boy's shoulders tightly, his nails digging into his skin. Pain shoots up his entire body and Chansung gives him a moment to adjust before he starts to move. He knows it'll feel better eventually but right now, it hurts. He whimpers against Chansung's shoulder as the maknae thrusts his cock in and out.
To his surprise, the tall boy drags on the motion until Junsu finally has time to enjoy it. He moans, “Again!” He knows that Chansung has his body figured out inside and out. Junsu knows that the maknae can find that spot inside him with no problem and he does, hitting it harder and harder with every thrust. “Fuck,” Junsu falls back against the piano, rocking his hips against Chansung's as he tries to get him to move faster. He likes being full rather than empty and the maknae's cock does that job so well.
He throws his head back as his neglected cock is stroked in time with their thrusts. His body is writhing under Chansung as he feels his end nearing. His hips are trembling and he knows the tall boy can feel it.
Chansung grunts, bucking his hips unexpectedly before rolling them as he empties himself inside the smaller boy. He squeezed Junsu's cock tight from the build up of his own orgasm and the older boy cries out, spilling his cum onto his stomach.
Junsu can't hear anything over his heart as it pounds loudly in his ears but suddenly Chansung is scrambling to do up his pants before he's rushing him to get dressed. He raises a brow but pulls his pants on anyways. As he finishes doing up the drawstrings, the door opens and the security guard is standing there.
“Oh, I didn't know you were still here. It's midnight, shouldn't you two be home?” the older man asks.
“Ah yes, we were just on our way out,” Chansung smiles, his breath a little shaky.
Junsu rushes to turn off all the machines before they follow the security guard out and he wishes them a safe walk home.
All the members of 2PM are sitting in the studio again and there is a dark blush tinting Junsu's cheeks, he can't even look at the piano. The vocal instructor walks in, apologizes because he's late then sits down in front of the computer. “Alright, starting from yesterday.”
He waits for the machine to warm up before he notices a file he doesn't recognize on the screen. He clicks it open and waits. Junsu's voice comes through the speaker and the older boy turns to him.
“Been practising too much again, have you?”
Junsu bows his head, feeling a bit ashamed because the instructor doesn't look happy. The tape suddenly cuts off and heavy panting filters into the room.
“Fuck... Again!”
His jaw drops as moaning joins the panting as well as his own voice. He can easily pick out when Chansung moans and his face grows an even deeper red. The other members are looking around confused and neither of the guilty boys want to get up, they'd only seem suspicious.
“Uh hyung, we should turn this off,” Taecyeon says.
“Yes... Good idea.”
The tape is stopped and silence fills the room. Once again, Junsu's heart is drumming so loud but it's not because of the piano like he thought it would be. He suddenly wonders if he'll ever be able to set foot in the studio ever again.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junsu
Summary: Junsu thinks it's a good idea to practise in the sound room but now he doesn't think he can come back.
Author's Notes: Meh, bad summary is bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Chansung sighs as he watches his hyung sing his lung out against the large circle in front of his face. He's tired and he should've known better than to say yes when Junsu asked him to stay after vocal practice. Junsu doesn't know when to quit when it comes to singing and the older boy always wants it to be perfect. Chansung doesn't blame the other boy, it's always good to be better but if Junsu keeps going, his voice will be gone.
“One more time,” Junsu promises and the maknae sighs again, hearing this for the umpteenth time since they've been there, he's lost count.
“Hyung, I'm hungry. Can we just leave?”
The older boy sees the desperation in Chansung's eyes and for a moment he feels a bit guilty, “One more time,” he repeats.
Chansung rolls his eyes and groans before resting his head against the table. He doesn't realize how tired he is until he blacks out. He's woken up some time later by being shaken violently. Junsu is trying to get his attention but he suddenly doesn't want to move. Chansung bites his lip and blushes, heat filling his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. Junsu shakes a little too hard and the maknae falls on his knees.
The older boy's legs wobble as Chansung grabs them, trying to keep himself steady. “Chansung-ah?” Junsu gasps quietly as the younger boy nuzzles his face into his crotch. If it had been any other time, he would've been wearing tight pants and a belt right where Chansung's nose was rubbing but today Junsu had stuck with trackpants. The action makes Junsu stiffen for a moment before he tries to pull the maknae away, “S-stop, what are you doing? Get up.” His breath hitches when Chansung breathes a hot breath against his crotch, “I-I thought you wanted to leave. You said you were h-hungry.”
“I am hungry,” the tall boy pants, suddenly pulling Junsu down on his knees with him. He grabs his hyung's wrist and guides his hand to his hard, restrained cock, “Hungry for you.”
Junsu lets Chansung take control of his hand until the younger boy is panting.
“Hyung, touch me...”
He takes it as a hint to move on his own and he does, squeezing Chansung through his pants and the tall boy moans.
“Don't stop.”
Junsu does what he's instructed, moving his hand fast and he wants to get it over with. They're still in the studio and despite the late hour, someone could still walk in but he doesn't have time to think about the if. Chansung is groping his ass roughly, squeezing and kneading each cheek like a piece of dough. Junsu groans, pressing his body against the maknae's. “We shou-”
Chansung cuts him off as he lifted off the ground and his pants are ripped off his hips. He gasps and shuffles around as he placed on the cold piano top.
“N-no Chansung, we can't... Not here,” Junsu is trying to push the tall boy away but he's resisting. He stands firm as he pushes his way between Junsu's legs.
The older boy doesn't want to think about the future with the piano. He knows that sooner or later that he'll be playing this instrument and he doesn't want these kinds of memories attached to it. Junsu can only imagine the way his heart will pound from the recollection because heart is doing it now. He shudders when Chansung starts a wet trail down his neck and into the top of his shirt, tickling at his collarbone. He's still slightly resisting as the younger boy's fingers are sliding from his arms to his hips then around to slip into the back of his briefs. Junsu arches his back and his body comes closer to Chansung's.
He whines as he pushes the tall boy but his briefs are still coming down slowly. Junsu holds himself up on his hands as he tries to avoid the cold surface of the piano. His arms wobble as they threaten to give out but Chansung's hands are quick as they move to his ass. Junsu's thighs feel the rough material of the maknae's pants. “Shit,” he hisses, feeling himself start to grow hard as Chansung grinds against his hips.
“Junsu,” the tall boy moans into his ear, making tingles run down to his groin.
Junsu thinks it's time to give up now because he's already lost his pants and Chansung shows no signs of stopping. He grabs the maknae's belt and tugs it, earning a grunt of approval. He's thankful that they don't have to waste any time getting him hard because he still thinks the sooner they're out, the better. Junsu quickly pulls at the zipper before yanking the tall boy's pants down. “All the way off,” he says but Chansung shakes his head.
“No time,” the maknae mutters and Junsu knows he means because he's already so ready.
He swallows as he pulls Chansung cock free from his underwear and strokes him hastily. Junsu shivers as the younger boy breathes heavy against his neck.
“Fuck, stop,” Chansung takes control again as he spreads the older boy's legs, working his way between them. “Calm down,” he tells Junsu as the other boy starts to pant. He knows that Junsu is going to feel pain because he's too desperate to prepare him and he's going to go in dry. The older boy is panicking slightly but Chansung hushes him with gentle kisses. He pulls Junsu close to his body, angling his cock just at the right moment as the older boy slides down on it.
Junsu lets out a strangled moan as he grips the tall boy's shoulders tightly, his nails digging into his skin. Pain shoots up his entire body and Chansung gives him a moment to adjust before he starts to move. He knows it'll feel better eventually but right now, it hurts. He whimpers against Chansung's shoulder as the maknae thrusts his cock in and out.
To his surprise, the tall boy drags on the motion until Junsu finally has time to enjoy it. He moans, “Again!” He knows that Chansung has his body figured out inside and out. Junsu knows that the maknae can find that spot inside him with no problem and he does, hitting it harder and harder with every thrust. “Fuck,” Junsu falls back against the piano, rocking his hips against Chansung's as he tries to get him to move faster. He likes being full rather than empty and the maknae's cock does that job so well.
He throws his head back as his neglected cock is stroked in time with their thrusts. His body is writhing under Chansung as he feels his end nearing. His hips are trembling and he knows the tall boy can feel it.
Chansung grunts, bucking his hips unexpectedly before rolling them as he empties himself inside the smaller boy. He squeezed Junsu's cock tight from the build up of his own orgasm and the older boy cries out, spilling his cum onto his stomach.
Junsu can't hear anything over his heart as it pounds loudly in his ears but suddenly Chansung is scrambling to do up his pants before he's rushing him to get dressed. He raises a brow but pulls his pants on anyways. As he finishes doing up the drawstrings, the door opens and the security guard is standing there.
“Oh, I didn't know you were still here. It's midnight, shouldn't you two be home?” the older man asks.
“Ah yes, we were just on our way out,” Chansung smiles, his breath a little shaky.
Junsu rushes to turn off all the machines before they follow the security guard out and he wishes them a safe walk home.
All the members of 2PM are sitting in the studio again and there is a dark blush tinting Junsu's cheeks, he can't even look at the piano. The vocal instructor walks in, apologizes because he's late then sits down in front of the computer. “Alright, starting from yesterday.”
He waits for the machine to warm up before he notices a file he doesn't recognize on the screen. He clicks it open and waits. Junsu's voice comes through the speaker and the older boy turns to him.
“Been practising too much again, have you?”
Junsu bows his head, feeling a bit ashamed because the instructor doesn't look happy. The tape suddenly cuts off and heavy panting filters into the room.
“Fuck... Again!”
His jaw drops as moaning joins the panting as well as his own voice. He can easily pick out when Chansung moans and his face grows an even deeper red. The other members are looking around confused and neither of the guilty boys want to get up, they'd only seem suspicious.
“Uh hyung, we should turn this off,” Taecyeon says.
“Yes... Good idea.”
The tape is stopped and silence fills the room. Once again, Junsu's heart is drumming so loud but it's not because of the piano like he thought it would be. He suddenly wonders if he'll ever be able to set foot in the studio ever again.