[FIC] Night Terrors
Title: Night Terrors
Author: aislinoriel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things go bump in the night. Yoosu. (Implied Yunjae if you squint.)
Genre: SMUT/Fluff/Humour
Characters: Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong (as a begrudging participant/innocent bystander?)
Author Notes: Inspired by a rather “intriguing” dream. Pure PWP smut.
It was alarming, honestly. Finding himself blinking awake blearily at a warm, damp sensation just below his clavicle, Yoochun decided that something was distinctly out of place. Namely, his shirt that he'd fallen asleep in, being that it was bunched up around his neck, seemingly held there by a fisted hand, which he followed along before being distracted by a distinct mess of hair, ever so slowly moving, as a tongue lapped it's way down the dip of his breastbone before taking a teasing crawl to a nipple.
“Su-” he found himself mouthing more than moaning, as he was acutely aware that they were in fact not the only two in the room, despite his sleep-drunken brain, now being even more confused by the heady sensations slowly being worked into and over his skin.
The barest amount of light filtered into the room from the window showed sultry-sweet eyes that flickered up at him before Junsu continued his course, meandering dangerously close to his navel, a sensitive area for him that made his muscles twitch and a coiling sensation go straight to his groin.
It was rare that Junsu was such a daring vixen like this, and Yoochun, despite being mildly disturbed by it, wasn't going to pass it up because honestly, it turned him on like crazy. They just had to make sure to be quiet and not get caught.
When Junsu started teething at a jutting hipbone, fingers adeptly curling into the waistband of his pants, while others tugged the drawstring undone, Yoochun knew this was going to test his ability to be quiet for sure. But he wasn't Junsu here, so he figured he'd at least have some hope at not waking up the entire house.
As long as he managed to control himself and didn't end up with Junsu keening underneath him, he figured they'd do just fine.
And then Junsu wrapped his lips around him, that tortuously perfected way of his, and he was muffling the sounds that involuntarily welled up his own throat with the back of his hand. And Junsu, that devil, wasn't even trying to keep the sucking sounds to a minimum. It was like he wanted to get caught. And fucked into the mattress; badly, in Yoochun's opinion. Just saying.
Ah, what a dilemma.
At this point, he could still drag him out of the room and find purchase in the nearest sturdy surface - be it the sofa or the bathroom counter, or the table (if he wanted to risk incurring Jae's wrath) off the top of his head - and give it to him hard and heavy, but experience had shown that he wasn't exactly very coordinated when walking with a raging hard-on, so he would likely cause a commotion banging into shit and wake people.
And that was exactly what they were trying to avoid. Or, well, they being him, since Junsu seemed to be oblivious or uncaring at the little slutty whimpers and suction noises emitting from himself, threatening both their cover, and his own ability to walk in the near future. Or maybe, and Yoochun sometimes believed it was quite possible of him to be just this conniving, he knew exactly what he was doing.
The seductive look he sent him as he slowed on his cock before speeding back up confirmed it, and nearly had him coming on the spot.
“You better not be doing what I think you're doing over there...” came the hushed yet especially adept-while-drowsy warning voice of Jaejoong from across the darkened room, which was Yoochun's saving grace in the end as he shoved Junsu away before gathering himself and pulling him along and out of the room just the same.
“Damn he's a light sleeper,” Yoochun cursed under his breath and Junsu laughed, way too loudly for the middle of the night when they were supposed to be sneaking around.
“Shh, Junsu, do you really want me to gag you?” he threatened jokingly but the dark look Junsu gave him in the low light of the hallway made him gulp and think maybe that was the wrong thing to say. “Bathroom.” He cocked his head to the far bathroom. It was the only place with a door aside from the work rooms (which were sacred to Yoochun especially), storage room (one only needed a run-in with a mop handle once to deter them from trying that again), and linen closet/laundry room. (Which from second-hand experience had way too much of an echo, that streamed out into the rest of the apartment through the ventilation ducts. They were all close but there was such a thing as too much sharing! Right?)
The acoustics in the bathroom were good, much like most, but it was also further away from the sleeping quarters, so they'd be less likely to hear banging on the walls (not caused by themselves).
Junsu gave a quick tug to his hand, making a sound Yoochun could only describe as teasing, and he was hot on his heels, giving his ample ass a little love tap, “Babe, what has gotten into you?”
A chuckle was all he got as a reply until they were inside the washroom, and the door clipped closed behind them, “I'll tell you what hasn't yet...”
“Ohoho...” Yoochun just couldn't believe he'd went there. “You little...c'mere,” he pulled him flush to himself, evidence of his erection still beneath his pants pressing against him, and claimed his saucy little mouth in another of their epic kisses.
“Get your feisty ass up on that ledge,” Yoochun mumbled against Junsu's lips, who only snorted amusedly, quieting him again with a tongue in his mouth and forcing him to move him there himself, nudging him to the ledge that served to divide the sinks from the shower area. He was determined to do something more constructive with that ledge than what it was usually used for; containing a range of hair and facial products (currently swept further back to be precariously close to the edge by a forearm), or Junsu brooding. “What's with you tonight Su?”
Junsu, at that moment, chose to assert himself, pulling Yoochun bodily between his legs with a few strong yanks at his pants, monopolizing on that movement to pull them down off his bony hipbones and baring an enticing glimpse of happy trail which he just had to smirk at. Slipping his plush lips to Yoochun's earlobe he purred, “I had a dream about you...it was so hot,” Junsu nibbled, causing him to raise his eyebrows, “Now. Stop asking so many questions and do me,” he complained, tone bordering on whine.
Despite his inclination to both delve for details and squabble, Yoochun couldn't argue with that. Straining to balance just perfect against his body, he managed to work down his own bottoms again, as well as Junsu's. He took his sweet time to fully enjoy it too; the sight of his silly-sexy lover so unabashedly half-naked beneath him on the bathroom ledge. So completely and utterly like a man deprived of water to the point of dehydration. He was more than willing to quench that thirst, and drink him up as well.
“No...Yoochun, I need you...” he gently pulled his face back level to his when he saw the direction he'd been heading.
“But baby...it's only fair...”
“It's unfair to tease me when I ask for something...”
Well, he did have a point there. And he himself was pointing...there. Now, it was just a matter of-
“What are we gonna use...” Yoochun murmured, thinking aloud, keeping an assuring hand on Junsu's hip while he flipped open a cabinet and earnestly searched, quickly giving up on the idea rifling through all the stuff he pushed just beyond reach.
“Just grab something,” he responded, less concerned and a bit more patient now that Yoochun was on-task. If he had planned more, when he'd woken up he would've gotten something to bring with him when he sought him out. But lust was fogging his senses.
Junsu didn't even bother to ask what he'd found once the slick bluntness touched him, seeking.
“Junsu, I'm going in then babe...” Yoochun sealed the statement with a promissory kiss, turning Junsu's insides to molten lava without even beginning.
Then it was the slow press in, until they were joined, Yoochun watching himself breach that initial tight whorl with uninhibited pleasure. Junsu had, but for an approving grunt, turned quiet and complacent as they stilled, arms around Yoochun's back, knowing there would be no further prodding necessary (literally) now that he had him right where he wanted him. He'd be taken care of the way he liked.
Yoochun rocked above him then, revelling in the pliancy of Junsu, combined with the feeling of having the snuggest squeeze ever experienced. Because they'd done this so many times, Junsu had learned how to cope without prep, and Yoochun could only oblige; it just made it all the more intense.
“Okay...okay...harder now...” Junsu murmured, his fingers flexing and gripping at Yoochun's biceps.
One of Yoochun's proficiencies, if he could say so himself, was his ability to do just that, adjusting his thrusts speed and force accordingly to Junsu's request.
And as usual, it had him bucking back into him, making a whole range of sounds that nearly drowned out the sound of slapping, squelching skin and Yoochun's own grunts that were half a bi-product of his efforts and half of pleasure. Snapping his hips in time was something that he'd learnt through years of dancing after all. Though he had a feeling that he would've learnt regardless, as long as Junsu was in the picture.
As they moved together, gaining speed and force with their rhythm, Junsu was pushed further up the ledge, the slide of the once-cool granite beneath him causing him to moan all the more, and his one hand reached back to keep him from sliding too far and loosing that perfect connection with Yoochun, whom he was now gripping at desperately with his ankles linked behind him. In the process his hand knocked the umpteen bottles and jars and cans of product, sending the majority clattering to the floor or rolling into the nearby sink with much ruckus. He cringed for a moment amidst the havoc but quickly forgot as it melded into a moan of satisfaction with a slight twist of Yoochun's hips at the startle he'd given.
“So noisy Junsu...” he berated half-heartedly, feeling perspiration trickle down his straining back and between the cleft of his buttocks. Junsu's sex was pressing, searing against his abdomen, brushed with every thrust and he could feel the rushing throb of blood underneath his hypersensitive skin, much like the pulse of muscle around his own cock, and he knew it wouldn't last much longer.
They both reached the pinnacle all too soon, Junsu's cry heard before and the volume winning out over his own low groan of completion as he took him down with him. Yoochun slumped bonelessly above him, mouth going to gnaw at his shoulder languidly, and Junsu, shivering at his hot breath, moved his hands down Yoochun's back with a slow crawl of satisfaction, then up the curve of his neck, and then buried his fingers into the damp tangle of his hair, murmuring his appreciation. They rested for a few moments before regaining mobility and pulling themselves upright, to lean against the counter.
“You used Jaejoong's new conditioner? He's gonna kill you...” Junsu said with the small semblance of his hoarse voice, what was left of it. His foot tapped at the bottle now discarded on the bathroom floor, thick pearly liquid leaking out, much the same way he imagined he was.
“It worked didn't it?” Yoochun dismissed, making a mental note to clean it up as well as all the things Junsu had displaced and discard all possible evidence. For now, his goal was getting back into a comfortable bed so that he could get all the sleep he could possibly get before having to wake up at an ungodly hour since his energy was now severely depleted. But he had the decency to at least get a damp cloth and clean Junsu off first, then himself, breathing still audible.
As they snuck back into the bedroom to cuddle up in the one too-tiny bed, he muttered, “Su...that must've been some sort of dream.”
“Maybe next time I'll tell you about it...” Junsu teased, voice husky.
“Goodnight!” Jaejoong cleared his throat loudly, causing them to squeak and giggle maturely as they bound for the covers like naughty children scolded by their mother. That simile wasn't too far off. Jae definitely was going to have dreams - if not nightmares - of his own.
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