Acts of Insurrection (Sequel to Acts of Contrition) (1/20)
Simulators are nothing compared to the rush of endorphins when the body knows its being flung into the black, only thin metal sheets shield it from the void. It gets even better when you're not just flying solo, joy riding around moons and rocks without purpose.
Yunho knows the feeling well, it should be routine by now, but it isn't. As he unscrews his helmet and gets out of his craft unattended, he spares a thought to the Delta Phi's, wherever they are now. Good luck and good riddance. He's got a new squadron now, the relics of one, and if their shouts of exuberance are anything to go by, they're happy with their own progress. And he is too.
"Let's hit the showers," he calls out to them, running a hand through his hair, feeling his suit stick to his skin. Amazing what theft and the black market can do. They almost look like the real deal. Except they're better. Less rules to follow. Less people to answer to.
Even from his spot on the Cerberus' makeshift landing back, he can see Jiexi's great shadow. Most days, he pretends she's not there. He's got pilots to train, she just has to keep them afloat for long enough.
"I didn't know you could flip like that!" Yoochun laughs, clutching his shoulder. "I'm still shaking."
Yunho smiles, praise sincere if he utters it. "You were great. Just need to work on your landing a bit more and you'll be fine."
Yoochun snorts, still giddy with the rush of flight, like he is every time he gets out of a craft, but this time...this time he's really doing it. Flying like a pro. No matter what Yunho says about his landings.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was kicking ass."
He lets out a grunt as a weight hits his back, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Threading his arms under Jaejoong's legs, he hefts him with a groan, turning to kiss his cheek.
"Wasn't I?"
"You were showing off for the boss again," Jaejoong retorts, for all his years and strength and pride, never too old to mess around. Laying a wet kiss against Yoochun's neck, he snorts under his breath. "Kiss ass--ow!"
Junsu winks as he passes the two men, looking the picture of innocence. No one is really fooled by the act.
"Did you just pinch my ass?"
"Since when's Yunho the boss?" Changmin interjects, slicking his hair out of his eyes. Wishing he could cut it all off again, but under threats from both Jaejoong and Yoochun if he even tries.
"It hides your ears," Junsu had chimed in. Traitor.
"He knows I kick his ass in manoeuvres any day of the week."
Loathe to get caught in their banter, Yunho sets out after Junsu, unzipping the top half of his suit and stripping down before they've even made it to the showers.
The area wasn't built to be communal, but the five of them aren't good about keeping turns and they're always willing to share. Two jets have been rigged together and it's been working just fine so far. It isn't the only change that's been made to the Cerberus in the past months, but Yunho is sure the rest of the crew has heard about it.
"Good job out there today," he nods, offering Junsu a smile as their friends make their voices heard down the hall. "I'm starting to feel jealous of you boys."
Junsu smacks him playfully over the arm. "Classic Oedipus complex. We're the children you never had."
Hearing Junsu philosophize is a constant source of amusement, so he doesn't even try to decode that one. Instead, leans out into the corridor, trousers half undone around his hips. "Are you guys coming? We're losing precious moments of decadence under hot jets here."
"Chunnie, he's flexing again," Jaejoong murmurs into Yoochun's ear, stroking the man's collarbone. "Trying to make us jealous."
Changmin shrugs out of the top half of his flightsuit, smirking over at him. "Yeah, that's what the tent in your pants is from. Jealousy."
"Jealousy can take many forms," Jaejoong defends, unabashedly admiring the view. "Less with the lip, more with the stripping," he encourages, grinning into Yoochun's shoulder.
Junsu rolls his eyes, but his smile betrays his thoughts. "What are they doing?"
"Playing with themselves," Yunho shrugs, following the younger pilot into the shower area. It's been an unusually successful training session, so, naturally, he's worried. Fate's been known to kick him in the balls when he least expects it.
Prying his boots off, Changmin takes the other man's advice, sliding the suit the rest of the way off his thin hips, following the two into the shower. "Talking about me?"
Any reply is swallowed by Yoochun's whines as he tries to get Jaejoong off him and undressed, the other man nibbling along the curve of his ear.
Junsu laughs, looking at them through the glass partition, but he doesn't make bets on who's going to win. That's how Yunho knows he's tired.
"Got to be the center of attention," he smirks, grabbing Changmin's hand and pulling him along, dragging him under the spray. His kiss is wet, his limbs aligning easily with the younger man's. "Can see why, too. The 'just got out of the cockpit' look is almost as good on you as the 'just got fucked’ look."
Changmin hums pleasantly, hands linking at the small of Yunho's back, kissing him soundly before drawing back. His ips curve in a wicked smile. "And lucky you, you get to see both."
"Lucky us," Junsu counters, dipping his head under the water, eyes falling closed at the hot spray pounding over his skin.
"So lucky we're almost blessed," Yoochun smirks, somehow having managed to wrestle Jaejoong from his back. With the other man in tow, he steps into the shower area and presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. "You okay? You look tired."
Junsu steps back into the warm circle of Yoochun's arms, a small smile teasing his lips. Always smiling, their Junsu. Jaejoong shifts in front of him, playing with his wet hair, pushing it back off his face.
"Keen observation, love," he teases, pressing a kiss to Junsu's mouth. "Hopefully not too tired."
"He never is," Yoochun retorts, running his hands over Junsu's arms, comforting and warm even under nearly scalding water. It's the coldness of the black, they need to counter it somehow.
With Changmin in his arms, Yunho tilts his head back, letting water beat down on his face, erasing his concerns for now. It's Changmin's lips on his skin that draw him back, and the slide of a hand he knows well over his thigh.
"Just looking?" he smirks, bringing Jaejoong's fingers to his lips.
Jaejoong blinks at him innocently, a hint of wickedness in his smile. "I have an appreciation for aesthetics," he says haughtily, folding himself into Junsu's chest.
Hiding his laughter in Junsu's shoulder, Yoochun slides his hand between them, stroking the younger man's navel with his thumb.
"Sure about that? Touching is so much nicer."
Head tipped back on Yoochun's shoulder, Junsu sighs into the touch, relaxes his legs and nearly slides to the ground but for the firm press of bodies around him.
"Sorry," he smiles, unwilling to admit how weak he feels but somehow thinking they know already.
Yunho watches him, the others, watches over them and trails blunt nails over Changmin's spine, drawing him closer. "Have I been pushing you too hard?" A lifetime ago, in the Guard, he never would've thought to ask something like this. He doesn't sense it as a weakness now.
Jaejoong answers the question before Junsu can brush it off, pressing a suckling kiss to his throat. "He's been pushing himself," he chastises, nipping at flushed skin.
"Shame on you," Yoochun purrs in the shorter man's ear, holding him pressed against his chest.
"Still," Jaejoong continues, kisses trailing down the pale expanse of Junsu's chest, down, down, until he's on his knees. "He should get a reward for working so hard."
An open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh.
There's a sound of pleasure and surprise that breaks free from Junsu's lips and he seems almost surprised he's uttered it. With clouded vision, he alternates between glancing down and staring up into the jet of warm, recycled water, as if the sight of Jaejoong on his knees is too much to bear.
Yunho finds he can't but agree, his own arousal fueled by the sight of their friend on his knees. Kneading Changmin's hips in his hands, he can't bring himself to look away.
"Godlike, isn't he?" Yoochun smirks, and Junsu's body blocks his from sight. Odds are he's not unmoved by the display.
"Beautiful," Changmin groans against Yunho's jaw, rocking his hips into the other man's.
Jaejoong smirks in pleasure, hiding it against Junsu's hip, leaving another kiss there before pulling back to lick the tip of his erection, full, wet lips sliding over the other man's swollen length.
Junsu gasps and it's a pretty, tremulous sound. Hands come to rest on wet, dark hair, pushing the bangs out of Jaejoong's eyes. He nods when their eyes meet but there's no question, no need to urge the other man.
"Changmin-"
It's no surprise that that's the first name that comes to mind, Yunho thinks. They've all uttered plenty of nonsense while in the throes of passion and, if nothing else, Changmin is exciting to watch. Lean muscles and strong hips, he's a match for anyone, and his insistent thrusts are testimony enough to that.
"Are you trying to make a point?" Yunho chuckles low in his throat, tipping Changmin’s head back to gain access to the sensitive skin of his neck.
A soft sigh falls from his lips, lost to the sound of rushing water. Changmin digs his fingernails into Yunho's hip, biting his lip as their lengths brush. "Gods, Yunho..."
He can hear Junsu's soft cries, Yoochun's whispered words of encouragement, hardening him further, if possible, dragging a groan from his throat.
They've been practicing this rhythm like the one in formation for what feels like an eternity. In a few short months, they've shed jealousy and unease and become closer than Yunho ever thought possible.
Watching Jaejoong's skilled mouth working on Junsu's length, watching Yoochun's hand busy between his own legs, he reaches for Changmin, the accidental touches not hardly enough.
"Come here," he presses, and his hand is wrapped around their cocks, the friction intense and delicious. "Come on."
Changmin meets Yunho's eyes, breathing harshly, lips parted and eyes dark with lust. "Hyung," he groans, grasp on Yunho's hips tightening.
"Please...please..."
"Come on, Yunho," Yoochun laughs breathlessly.
Their lips meet again and he moans at the sight, fingers clenching and unclenching in Jaejoong's hair. There's a strange, palpable connection between the five of them and he drinks in the sensations that pour in from every side. Helplessly, he grinds himself into Junsu's hip, begging silently for his own form of release.
Mouth sliding off Junsu's length with a wet pop, Jaejoong blinks water out of his eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to that flat stomach, the man's erection nudging his cheek as he pulls back.
"Let him?" he asks softly, stroking slim thighs. Knowing Junsu is so damn tired and wanting to take care of him completely.
And to a lesser extent, wanting to give Yoochun something to do beside pull his hair.
One hand on Jaejoong's shoulder, Junsu hesitates before nodding heartily, shaking as he reaches back to stroke Yoochun's thigh in silent permission. He's too tired to beg them, but they already know what he wants. They always seem to.
Yunho's eyes meet his and the warmth he finds there threatens to send him to his knees. But it's okay. Yoochun, Jaejoong are there to help him, to ease the tension out of his muscles.
"Slow," he asks, glancing over his shoulder. "Go slow."
"Of course," Yoochun murmurs, kissing along Junsu's neck, his ear, stroking his stomach. "As slow as you like."
He slicks his fingers with the soap, trailing them between Junsu's legs, brushing over his entrance before pressing gently with the first. The shorter man tenses automatically, but Yoochun moves to soothe the sudden tightness in his shoulders with gentle kisses, speaking softly in the blur of his native tongue.
Changmin watches them with heavy-lidded eyes, watches the pleasure slide over his best friend's features, listens to the musical tones falling from Yoochun's lips.
"Jaejoong," breathes Yunho, sliding his palm over warm, hard flesh, "don't stop." He's reading Junsu's mind, can see the need written so clearly on his features. "Look how much he wants you," his voice rumbles, pushing Changmin against the wall for leverage. For a moment, he doesn't know who he's talking about, who he's addressing. It doesn't matter.
Another finger is added, scissoring, stroking, and Junsu gives a half-cry, tension coiling inside him, begging to be released. "Want you," he agrees dizzily. "Want more."
Connecting with dark eyes over a pale shoulder, Yoochun adds a third, sucking lightly at the smooth skin of Junsu's throat, watching Jaejoong take the tip of his cock between his lips, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead.
"Ready?" he murmurs against the curve of a shoulder, Junsu's breathless nod leaving him aching.
Holding his hips steady, he aligns himself, starting to push into the other man’s small frame, Jaejoong’s mouth sliding further down on him in the same moment.
The tile is cold against Changmin’s back, sending a shiver through him and leaving his nipples as hard nubs, a groan making it's way low in the back of his throat as Yunho dips his head to flick them with his tongue. Changmin wraps his legs securely around the other man's waist, grasping his shoulders tightly.
"Yunho..."
"I'm here." Flushing with need, Yunho provides, pressing his lips to Changmin's and sliding against his hips, wet with need and running water.
Outside his field of vision, Junsu cries out hoarsely, his hand in Yoochun's, his other in Jaejoong's as they drive him to completion.
Jaejoong swallows all the other man has to give, pulling back after a moment to rest his forehead against a slim hip, panting, his own erection hot and heavy between his legs.
Kissing Yunho passionately, Changmin does his best to keep their rhythm steady, more than just a wild jerk of hips. He's failing, but finding he doesn't care.
He feels movement out of the corner of his eye, but Yunho doesn't move, he can't. Changmin's legs tight around his waist, Junsu's shaking gasps reverberating around them and he's trying to hold on by his fingernails, the last thing he needs being Jaejoong's hands on his back.
"Tease," he grits over his shoulder, mind racing but determined to take Changmin over the edge before he falls, already thinking about Yoochun, about his trembling limbs. It isn't enough if they're not together.
Jaejoong hides a smile between Yunho's shoulder blades, fitting his erection against the curve of the other man's ass, pressing into him.
"Doesn't have to be a tease," he murmurs, biting lightly. "Right, Min?"
Dimly, Yunho hears a breathless laugh, a forceful tug on his shoulders and then he's looking up and Changmin appears almost angelic. Like Jaejoong, only he hides his deviousness better.
Then Junsu is there, Yoochun too and he feels hands on his back, between his legs, supporting Changmin's weight, helping him, helping Jaejoong. It's overwhelming and heavy with love and affection and he closes his eyes against the sudden flood of tears. Too good, too fast. Too easy.
He's going to lose them soon.
Yunho knows the feeling well, it should be routine by now, but it isn't. As he unscrews his helmet and gets out of his craft unattended, he spares a thought to the Delta Phi's, wherever they are now. Good luck and good riddance. He's got a new squadron now, the relics of one, and if their shouts of exuberance are anything to go by, they're happy with their own progress. And he is too.
"Let's hit the showers," he calls out to them, running a hand through his hair, feeling his suit stick to his skin. Amazing what theft and the black market can do. They almost look like the real deal. Except they're better. Less rules to follow. Less people to answer to.
Even from his spot on the Cerberus' makeshift landing back, he can see Jiexi's great shadow. Most days, he pretends she's not there. He's got pilots to train, she just has to keep them afloat for long enough.
"I didn't know you could flip like that!" Yoochun laughs, clutching his shoulder. "I'm still shaking."
Yunho smiles, praise sincere if he utters it. "You were great. Just need to work on your landing a bit more and you'll be fine."
Yoochun snorts, still giddy with the rush of flight, like he is every time he gets out of a craft, but this time...this time he's really doing it. Flying like a pro. No matter what Yunho says about his landings.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was kicking ass."
He lets out a grunt as a weight hits his back, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Threading his arms under Jaejoong's legs, he hefts him with a groan, turning to kiss his cheek.
"Wasn't I?"
"You were showing off for the boss again," Jaejoong retorts, for all his years and strength and pride, never too old to mess around. Laying a wet kiss against Yoochun's neck, he snorts under his breath. "Kiss ass--ow!"
Junsu winks as he passes the two men, looking the picture of innocence. No one is really fooled by the act.
"Did you just pinch my ass?"
"Since when's Yunho the boss?" Changmin interjects, slicking his hair out of his eyes. Wishing he could cut it all off again, but under threats from both Jaejoong and Yoochun if he even tries.
"It hides your ears," Junsu had chimed in. Traitor.
"He knows I kick his ass in manoeuvres any day of the week."
Loathe to get caught in their banter, Yunho sets out after Junsu, unzipping the top half of his suit and stripping down before they've even made it to the showers.
The area wasn't built to be communal, but the five of them aren't good about keeping turns and they're always willing to share. Two jets have been rigged together and it's been working just fine so far. It isn't the only change that's been made to the Cerberus in the past months, but Yunho is sure the rest of the crew has heard about it.
"Good job out there today," he nods, offering Junsu a smile as their friends make their voices heard down the hall. "I'm starting to feel jealous of you boys."
Junsu smacks him playfully over the arm. "Classic Oedipus complex. We're the children you never had."
Hearing Junsu philosophize is a constant source of amusement, so he doesn't even try to decode that one. Instead, leans out into the corridor, trousers half undone around his hips. "Are you guys coming? We're losing precious moments of decadence under hot jets here."
"Chunnie, he's flexing again," Jaejoong murmurs into Yoochun's ear, stroking the man's collarbone. "Trying to make us jealous."
Changmin shrugs out of the top half of his flightsuit, smirking over at him. "Yeah, that's what the tent in your pants is from. Jealousy."
"Jealousy can take many forms," Jaejoong defends, unabashedly admiring the view. "Less with the lip, more with the stripping," he encourages, grinning into Yoochun's shoulder.
Junsu rolls his eyes, but his smile betrays his thoughts. "What are they doing?"
"Playing with themselves," Yunho shrugs, following the younger pilot into the shower area. It's been an unusually successful training session, so, naturally, he's worried. Fate's been known to kick him in the balls when he least expects it.
Prying his boots off, Changmin takes the other man's advice, sliding the suit the rest of the way off his thin hips, following the two into the shower. "Talking about me?"
Any reply is swallowed by Yoochun's whines as he tries to get Jaejoong off him and undressed, the other man nibbling along the curve of his ear.
Junsu laughs, looking at them through the glass partition, but he doesn't make bets on who's going to win. That's how Yunho knows he's tired.
"Got to be the center of attention," he smirks, grabbing Changmin's hand and pulling him along, dragging him under the spray. His kiss is wet, his limbs aligning easily with the younger man's. "Can see why, too. The 'just got out of the cockpit' look is almost as good on you as the 'just got fucked’ look."
Changmin hums pleasantly, hands linking at the small of Yunho's back, kissing him soundly before drawing back. His ips curve in a wicked smile. "And lucky you, you get to see both."
"Lucky us," Junsu counters, dipping his head under the water, eyes falling closed at the hot spray pounding over his skin.
"So lucky we're almost blessed," Yoochun smirks, somehow having managed to wrestle Jaejoong from his back. With the other man in tow, he steps into the shower area and presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. "You okay? You look tired."
Junsu steps back into the warm circle of Yoochun's arms, a small smile teasing his lips. Always smiling, their Junsu. Jaejoong shifts in front of him, playing with his wet hair, pushing it back off his face.
"Keen observation, love," he teases, pressing a kiss to Junsu's mouth. "Hopefully not too tired."
"He never is," Yoochun retorts, running his hands over Junsu's arms, comforting and warm even under nearly scalding water. It's the coldness of the black, they need to counter it somehow.
With Changmin in his arms, Yunho tilts his head back, letting water beat down on his face, erasing his concerns for now. It's Changmin's lips on his skin that draw him back, and the slide of a hand he knows well over his thigh.
"Just looking?" he smirks, bringing Jaejoong's fingers to his lips.
Jaejoong blinks at him innocently, a hint of wickedness in his smile. "I have an appreciation for aesthetics," he says haughtily, folding himself into Junsu's chest.
Hiding his laughter in Junsu's shoulder, Yoochun slides his hand between them, stroking the younger man's navel with his thumb.
"Sure about that? Touching is so much nicer."
Head tipped back on Yoochun's shoulder, Junsu sighs into the touch, relaxes his legs and nearly slides to the ground but for the firm press of bodies around him.
"Sorry," he smiles, unwilling to admit how weak he feels but somehow thinking they know already.
Yunho watches him, the others, watches over them and trails blunt nails over Changmin's spine, drawing him closer. "Have I been pushing you too hard?" A lifetime ago, in the Guard, he never would've thought to ask something like this. He doesn't sense it as a weakness now.
Jaejoong answers the question before Junsu can brush it off, pressing a suckling kiss to his throat. "He's been pushing himself," he chastises, nipping at flushed skin.
"Shame on you," Yoochun purrs in the shorter man's ear, holding him pressed against his chest.
"Still," Jaejoong continues, kisses trailing down the pale expanse of Junsu's chest, down, down, until he's on his knees. "He should get a reward for working so hard."
An open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh.
There's a sound of pleasure and surprise that breaks free from Junsu's lips and he seems almost surprised he's uttered it. With clouded vision, he alternates between glancing down and staring up into the jet of warm, recycled water, as if the sight of Jaejoong on his knees is too much to bear.
Yunho finds he can't but agree, his own arousal fueled by the sight of their friend on his knees. Kneading Changmin's hips in his hands, he can't bring himself to look away.
"Godlike, isn't he?" Yoochun smirks, and Junsu's body blocks his from sight. Odds are he's not unmoved by the display.
"Beautiful," Changmin groans against Yunho's jaw, rocking his hips into the other man's.
Jaejoong smirks in pleasure, hiding it against Junsu's hip, leaving another kiss there before pulling back to lick the tip of his erection, full, wet lips sliding over the other man's swollen length.
Junsu gasps and it's a pretty, tremulous sound. Hands come to rest on wet, dark hair, pushing the bangs out of Jaejoong's eyes. He nods when their eyes meet but there's no question, no need to urge the other man.
"Changmin-"
It's no surprise that that's the first name that comes to mind, Yunho thinks. They've all uttered plenty of nonsense while in the throes of passion and, if nothing else, Changmin is exciting to watch. Lean muscles and strong hips, he's a match for anyone, and his insistent thrusts are testimony enough to that.
"Are you trying to make a point?" Yunho chuckles low in his throat, tipping Changmin’s head back to gain access to the sensitive skin of his neck.
A soft sigh falls from his lips, lost to the sound of rushing water. Changmin digs his fingernails into Yunho's hip, biting his lip as their lengths brush. "Gods, Yunho..."
He can hear Junsu's soft cries, Yoochun's whispered words of encouragement, hardening him further, if possible, dragging a groan from his throat.
They've been practicing this rhythm like the one in formation for what feels like an eternity. In a few short months, they've shed jealousy and unease and become closer than Yunho ever thought possible.
Watching Jaejoong's skilled mouth working on Junsu's length, watching Yoochun's hand busy between his own legs, he reaches for Changmin, the accidental touches not hardly enough.
"Come here," he presses, and his hand is wrapped around their cocks, the friction intense and delicious. "Come on."
Changmin meets Yunho's eyes, breathing harshly, lips parted and eyes dark with lust. "Hyung," he groans, grasp on Yunho's hips tightening.
"Please...please..."
"Come on, Yunho," Yoochun laughs breathlessly.
Their lips meet again and he moans at the sight, fingers clenching and unclenching in Jaejoong's hair. There's a strange, palpable connection between the five of them and he drinks in the sensations that pour in from every side. Helplessly, he grinds himself into Junsu's hip, begging silently for his own form of release.
Mouth sliding off Junsu's length with a wet pop, Jaejoong blinks water out of his eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to that flat stomach, the man's erection nudging his cheek as he pulls back.
"Let him?" he asks softly, stroking slim thighs. Knowing Junsu is so damn tired and wanting to take care of him completely.
And to a lesser extent, wanting to give Yoochun something to do beside pull his hair.
One hand on Jaejoong's shoulder, Junsu hesitates before nodding heartily, shaking as he reaches back to stroke Yoochun's thigh in silent permission. He's too tired to beg them, but they already know what he wants. They always seem to.
Yunho's eyes meet his and the warmth he finds there threatens to send him to his knees. But it's okay. Yoochun, Jaejoong are there to help him, to ease the tension out of his muscles.
"Slow," he asks, glancing over his shoulder. "Go slow."
"Of course," Yoochun murmurs, kissing along Junsu's neck, his ear, stroking his stomach. "As slow as you like."
He slicks his fingers with the soap, trailing them between Junsu's legs, brushing over his entrance before pressing gently with the first. The shorter man tenses automatically, but Yoochun moves to soothe the sudden tightness in his shoulders with gentle kisses, speaking softly in the blur of his native tongue.
Changmin watches them with heavy-lidded eyes, watches the pleasure slide over his best friend's features, listens to the musical tones falling from Yoochun's lips.
"Jaejoong," breathes Yunho, sliding his palm over warm, hard flesh, "don't stop." He's reading Junsu's mind, can see the need written so clearly on his features. "Look how much he wants you," his voice rumbles, pushing Changmin against the wall for leverage. For a moment, he doesn't know who he's talking about, who he's addressing. It doesn't matter.
Another finger is added, scissoring, stroking, and Junsu gives a half-cry, tension coiling inside him, begging to be released. "Want you," he agrees dizzily. "Want more."
Connecting with dark eyes over a pale shoulder, Yoochun adds a third, sucking lightly at the smooth skin of Junsu's throat, watching Jaejoong take the tip of his cock between his lips, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead.
"Ready?" he murmurs against the curve of a shoulder, Junsu's breathless nod leaving him aching.
Holding his hips steady, he aligns himself, starting to push into the other man’s small frame, Jaejoong’s mouth sliding further down on him in the same moment.
The tile is cold against Changmin’s back, sending a shiver through him and leaving his nipples as hard nubs, a groan making it's way low in the back of his throat as Yunho dips his head to flick them with his tongue. Changmin wraps his legs securely around the other man's waist, grasping his shoulders tightly.
"Yunho..."
"I'm here." Flushing with need, Yunho provides, pressing his lips to Changmin's and sliding against his hips, wet with need and running water.
Outside his field of vision, Junsu cries out hoarsely, his hand in Yoochun's, his other in Jaejoong's as they drive him to completion.
Jaejoong swallows all the other man has to give, pulling back after a moment to rest his forehead against a slim hip, panting, his own erection hot and heavy between his legs.
Kissing Yunho passionately, Changmin does his best to keep their rhythm steady, more than just a wild jerk of hips. He's failing, but finding he doesn't care.
He feels movement out of the corner of his eye, but Yunho doesn't move, he can't. Changmin's legs tight around his waist, Junsu's shaking gasps reverberating around them and he's trying to hold on by his fingernails, the last thing he needs being Jaejoong's hands on his back.
"Tease," he grits over his shoulder, mind racing but determined to take Changmin over the edge before he falls, already thinking about Yoochun, about his trembling limbs. It isn't enough if they're not together.
Jaejoong hides a smile between Yunho's shoulder blades, fitting his erection against the curve of the other man's ass, pressing into him.
"Doesn't have to be a tease," he murmurs, biting lightly. "Right, Min?"
Dimly, Yunho hears a breathless laugh, a forceful tug on his shoulders and then he's looking up and Changmin appears almost angelic. Like Jaejoong, only he hides his deviousness better.
Then Junsu is there, Yoochun too and he feels hands on his back, between his legs, supporting Changmin's weight, helping him, helping Jaejoong. It's overwhelming and heavy with love and affection and he closes his eyes against the sudden flood of tears. Too good, too fast. Too easy.
He's going to lose them soon.