never let go
never let go
jaejoong/junsu
light R
There's a whisper of breath, a soft, soft giggle, and Junsu's snug against Jaejoong's back, warm and cuddly. Jaejoong smiles in the dark, and turns over, comes face to face with a sleepy-eyed, but no less beautiful, Junsu, hair in disarray and a grin stretching his lips. Jaejoong slips a foot between Junsu's calves and Junsu's body shivers. "You have cold feet," he whispers, giggles again.
Jaejoong curls himself into Junsu, his head fitted perfectly underneath Junsu's chin. "Mmm, but you're warm," he replies softly; he doesn't want to wake Yoochun across the room. Junsu's hand comes to rest at the dip of his spine, warm and small, and Jaejoong smiles fondly, wishes those hands could slide lower. Unbidden, images of nights before flash saturated before his eyes-- hands and lips, teeth and tongue, dark, dark eyes and perfection-- and as if on cue, Junsu shifts and Jaejoong feels something distinctly hotter than warm and hard pressing against his thigh. "Junsu," he says slowly, the smile on his lips curving into something much more devious.
Junsu pulls his head back and Jaejoong fills the space by tilting his own up, and before he can blink, Junsu's lips are on his, warm, soft, perfect. "I can think of a way to warm you up fast," Junsu says into the kiss, and Jaejoong fights back the moan that rises in his throat as Junsu's other hand slips inside his sweats and underwear to wrap around his cock.
Jaejoong arches into the caress, teeth finding gentle purchase on Junsu's bottom lip briefly. Jaejoong moves his mouth to the side, nibbles and kisses the curve of Junsu's jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. Jaejoong's finding the positions they're in to be slightly uncomfortable though, so he begins to slide his body along Junsu's--
"You guys better not be fucking over there. Some people are trying to sleep, Jaejoong," Yoochun's rough but alert voice says from across the room, and Jaejoong's frustrated sigh mingles with Junsu's giggle.
Jaejoong slips back into his former position as Junsu removes his hand from its very much welcomed spot in Jaejoong's pants. Junsu gives Jaejoong a short kiss on the lips and lifts the blankets to leave, but Jaejoong grasps his arm. "Don't leave," he says simply, pulling Junsu back into his embrace.
Yoochun snorts from across the room, and Junsu grins, beams in the dark. He allows Jaejoong to curl against him again, twines their legs and feet together. "I'll never let go, Joongie," Junsu leans down and whispers, and this time Jaejoong's muffled laughter drowns any sound Yoochun makes, "I'll never let go," Junsu finishes with a flourish, complete with the feigned break in his voice, and buries his head dramatically into Jaejoong's hair.
"Good," Jaejoong whispers, nudges up and kisses Junsu, reminds him what they'll need to make up for tomorrow.
jaejoong/junsu
light R
There's a whisper of breath, a soft, soft giggle, and Junsu's snug against Jaejoong's back, warm and cuddly. Jaejoong smiles in the dark, and turns over, comes face to face with a sleepy-eyed, but no less beautiful, Junsu, hair in disarray and a grin stretching his lips. Jaejoong slips a foot between Junsu's calves and Junsu's body shivers. "You have cold feet," he whispers, giggles again.
Jaejoong curls himself into Junsu, his head fitted perfectly underneath Junsu's chin. "Mmm, but you're warm," he replies softly; he doesn't want to wake Yoochun across the room. Junsu's hand comes to rest at the dip of his spine, warm and small, and Jaejoong smiles fondly, wishes those hands could slide lower. Unbidden, images of nights before flash saturated before his eyes-- hands and lips, teeth and tongue, dark, dark eyes and perfection-- and as if on cue, Junsu shifts and Jaejoong feels something distinctly hotter than warm and hard pressing against his thigh. "Junsu," he says slowly, the smile on his lips curving into something much more devious.
Junsu pulls his head back and Jaejoong fills the space by tilting his own up, and before he can blink, Junsu's lips are on his, warm, soft, perfect. "I can think of a way to warm you up fast," Junsu says into the kiss, and Jaejoong fights back the moan that rises in his throat as Junsu's other hand slips inside his sweats and underwear to wrap around his cock.
Jaejoong arches into the caress, teeth finding gentle purchase on Junsu's bottom lip briefly. Jaejoong moves his mouth to the side, nibbles and kisses the curve of Junsu's jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. Jaejoong's finding the positions they're in to be slightly uncomfortable though, so he begins to slide his body along Junsu's--
"You guys better not be fucking over there. Some people are trying to sleep, Jaejoong," Yoochun's rough but alert voice says from across the room, and Jaejoong's frustrated sigh mingles with Junsu's giggle.
Jaejoong slips back into his former position as Junsu removes his hand from its very much welcomed spot in Jaejoong's pants. Junsu gives Jaejoong a short kiss on the lips and lifts the blankets to leave, but Jaejoong grasps his arm. "Don't leave," he says simply, pulling Junsu back into his embrace.
Yoochun snorts from across the room, and Junsu grins, beams in the dark. He allows Jaejoong to curl against him again, twines their legs and feet together. "I'll never let go, Joongie," Junsu leans down and whispers, and this time Jaejoong's muffled laughter drowns any sound Yoochun makes, "I'll never let go," Junsu finishes with a flourish, complete with the feigned break in his voice, and buries his head dramatically into Jaejoong's hair.
"Good," Jaejoong whispers, nudges up and kisses Junsu, reminds him what they'll need to make up for tomorrow.