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Title: Acts of Insurrection (14/20)
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OT5
Warning(s): violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: It's been six months since Changmin crashed on the remote planet known as Elysia. Five months since Yunho and Junsu found him. Four months since Jaejoong was shot by a man he and Yoochun both trusted. Now training as the Empress' men, former soldiers and former rebels have shed past allegiances in service of a common goal. But the tide is turning--and not in their favor.
Banner credit: luvmeanddespair
A/N: Thank you for all your wonderful feedback for the first part. We hope you enjoy this one!
Prequel: Acts of Contrition;
Acts of Insurrection: One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven; Twelve; Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
He smirks, lowered lids brushing against his cheek. He's pretty sure that he went to bed on his own, even if the heavy weight of another body against his seems to challenge that. "Get off," he manages to sigh, half-hearted words and half-hearted shoves turning into caresses and endearments.
"Shut up," Changmin retorts breezily, winding long limbs around his, tugging the pillow out from under his head to place beneath his own. "I'm cold. You're warm. So hush and go back to sleep."
"Prick," Junsu laughs, slapping a thin shoulder before soothing away the hurt. Running his fingertips through short cropped hair, he shifts to lie on his side. "You need to come up with better excuses to get into bed with me."
A soft, nipping kiss to his shoulder and: "Who says it's an excuse?" Changmin smiles teasingly, licking at the small mark his bite has left behind. "What else would I be here for?" He smiles brighter, nervousness twinging the edges.
"I don't know, you're supposed to be the smart one, remember?" Junsu grins. "As long as you keep doing that, though, I'll make an exception. But it's a one time only." Changmin's body is lean and familiar against his, thin cotton covering his midriff. No wonder he's cold. Instinctively, Junsu draws an arm down his back, tugging him closer.
Changmin lets himself be folded into Junsu's arms, tangling long legs with shorter ones, keeping them close. "What, this?" he murmurs, a smile still teasing his mouth, even as he dips his head to lick a broad stripe over his friend's clavicle.
"Oh yeah, you're totally clueless, I can see it now," Junsu laughs, nodding and arching into the other man's touch. "Someone's been spending time with Jaejoong."
Changmin smiles brightly at him, an innocent expression that only their aforementioned lover can truly get away with. "I'll have you know I don't need to borrow seduction techniques. I have enough of my own." Another lick, pausing to bite at his ear.
"So you keep saying," Junsu laughs, the sound a little choked. And it's no wonder; Changmin's mouth is the embodiment of sin but if this is what the scriptures go on and on about, Junsu can't help think he might give up religion after all. In retribution, he trails fingertips down the bumps in the younger man's spine, counting vertebrae whose names and numbers he can't remember. They don't matter and anatomy was never his strongest suit. But he knows the tail bone and that's enough as his fingers slip under soft cotton.
Changmin gasps, the noise catching somewhere in the back of his throat, mouth pressed to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Steadying himself, he kisses at Junsu's jaw, thumb stroking his hip.
Still so new, Junsu thinks, for them to touch like this. So different from a hurried handjob under the sheets to relieve stress. So much more. He knows Yunho would ask Changmin if this was okay. Jaejoong would smirk. Yoochun would kiss him. Junsu does none of those things. He just keeps on stroking, searching, his hands as purposeful in bed as they are in a fighter craft.
"If I'd know this was the way to shut you up, I'd have done it much sooner," he grins, stopping any reply with a sound kiss.
Changmin pinches him hard on the hip for the comment, swallowing his yelp as his own hips rock forward involuntarily, and back into the confident touch, pulse thrumming under his skin. He slides a hand down over the sharp curve of Junsu's hip, tugging at his waistband, feeling his best friend's erection pressing against his thigh.
It's still new, still unpracticed and imperfect. Like they used to be in training. Teeth clank together, Changmin's hand doesn't quite find purchase on the bed, but somehow they end up pressed up together as they need to be. Junsu's free hand somehow getting pinned beside him to the bed and though he can't quite reach Changmin's boxers, the friction is almost good enough.
"Damn beds are too small," Changmin mutters as they draw apart for breath, panting, eyes dark. He shifts, wincing as he bangs his elbow against the metal support, giving up and simply hooking his leg around Junsu's waist, using the leverage to bring them closer just as his head tips back against the pillow at the contact. "Junsu-ah..."
"Shh," Junsu soothes, rolling them over until he's lying securely propped above his friend. "You're going to hurt yourself." Smirking, he presses an apologetic kiss to Changmin's chin, to his jaw, his neck. It's nice to feel the other man's growing erection press against his own, but he'd rather feel more. He wants to feel more. "So... just to check. This wasn't your plan when you got into bed with me just now?" His grin is wide and shameless, but it's easier to handle than the intensity of Changmin's gaze.
Changmin looks at him through lowered lashes, a trick that he may or may not have stolen from Jaejoong, but it works well enough on Junsu, erection twitching against his.
"I was only planning to stop being cold." A smirk, thrusting upwards against a hard thigh. "Warm me up?"
"Gods, yes..." Junsu moans, their hips shifting together. "You're a bad liar, by the way," he adds, sure of himself until he kisses Changmin again, his hands shaking a little as he tries to divest the other man of his clothing.
Changmin groans softly into the kiss, dipping his tongue into his mouth, swiping lightly over his bottom lip, savoring him. "Getting what I want either way," he returns once they've parted for breath, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Not yet you're not," Junsu chuckles, pinning his arms above his head and relishing the momentary shift of power. He's got no illusions of it lasting. "Not until you tell me exactly what that is." If he's learned anything since leaving the Acheron, it is to gamble, to risk. And if he shivers slightly as he gets those words out, he's confident Changmin won't hold it against him. It's still new to him, all of this. He's still learning. But he has good teachers.
A small smile.
"Isn't it obvious, Su-ah?" Changmin asks in seductive tones, ignoring heat in his cheeks that the action brings, flexing his wrists under Junsu's grip. "I want you."
Welcome to the big leagues, Junsu hears Jaejoong laugh in his mind, like a genie from tales of old. They're firmly grounded in reality, however, and it's just the two of them in this bed, writhing, moving and shaking together as he lets go of Changmin's wrists, lowering his head to the younger man's navel. The thin strip of hair is like a pathway on a map and he follows it with his tongue, chickening out at the last moment and covering it up with a teasing grin.
Changmin lets out a stuttered breath, stroking at hand through cropped, silken hair, something ridiculously...taboo about his best friend's mouth being so close to his sex. "Don't be a tease," he says softly, tugging at dark strands.
Junsu grins, but he's nervous, afraid of screwing this up. He won't, he's done it before. It's different with Changmin, always so different when there's a history involved, when there's expectation.
"Just shut up and enjoy," he laughs, settling lower on the bed and laying kisses over Changmin's thighs. Comfort zone, still.
"Bossy," Changmin retorts, the word giving away to a groan at the fleeting kisses to the insides of his legs. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaving a slick trail of precome in its wake. "Junsu...please..."
He doesn't ask 'please, what?', that's Jaejoong's MO. Even Yoochun's, on occasion. He sticks to the basics, to what feels right and tries not to screw it up. His first lick to heated flesh is tentative, the second, less so. He grows bolder as his lips map out the length of Changmin's arousal, encircling the tip as he sucks lightly.
A soft keen makes it past full lips, Changmin clutching the sheets in his fists, head tilted back against the pillow. "So good."
Encouragement is all Junsu needs. He does nothing by halves and being with Changmin is no exception. Mouthing the skin at the base of his cock, he trails his tongue over the underside, hands caressing trembling hips. It's good and it's Changmin and he can't quite admit to himself how much he likes to do this. For all his reticence, he's as eager as Jaejoong and he gives himself over to Changmin's pleasure like only Yunho can.
Changmin breathes his name, shivering, winding his fingers in dark hair, guiding Junsu's mouth on him. It doesn't last. Biting his lip, he tugs gently upwards. "Su-ah, come here...come here..."
Wrapping a hand around his own erection to soothe the ache, Junsu obeys, quickly, silently, eyes seeking Changmin's. Their lips connect and he realizes only too late that the other man can probably taste himself on his lips. Instead of revulsion, he feels only a strange sort of pride. A strange kind of flutter in his chest. Like love, he thinks.
"Changmin... oh Gods. I want... I want you."
Stroking slight shoulders, fingertips sliding over corded muscles, Changmin licks his lips. "How do you want me?" he asks softly, a hand sliding down to brush over Junsu's length.
The soft touch shakes him to the core, head falling slowly onto the other man's shoulder, a slight reprieve from pleasure that he's still not used to experiencing, that he thinks he'll lose any moment now. "I want you inside me," he breathes, hiding flushed features from the other man's eyes.
Changmin's breath stutters at the words, turning his head until he's kissing Junsu, shifting their positions until he's lying stretched over the other man, erection pressing into the hollow of his hip. Breaking apart for air, he presses a quiet kiss to Junsu's jaw, fingers splayed over his hip. "Sure about that, Su-ah?"
"No, I'm asking just to tease you," Junsu shoots back, a smile on his lips. He's nothing if not comfortable with Changmin. They've grown close enough for jokes like these. Cupping the back of his neck, he brings their lips together again, silent permission and a firm demand lurking behind the gesture. He draws back with a grin. "I want to see what I was missing when you and Yunho were going at it on the Acheron."
"Ass," Changmin grumbles, nipping at his bottom lip, reaching under the mattress for the vial of oil hidden there. Smirking at Junsu's expression, he kisses him firmly. "Thank Yoochun." He rubs his stomach lightly, brushing fingers over hard abdominal muscles, dipping into the lean cut of his torso. "How do you want to do this?"
Junsu looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Is it better if I'm, uh, on my knees?" And he's almost honest, almost not faking the whole thing. But Changmin knows him too well to tell, so he doesn't push it.
Changmin kisses him again, before shifting to the side. "Lay on your stomach," he tells him softly, waiting for the other man to comply before resting a hand on the small of Junsu's back and leaning to whisper in his ears. "Spread your legs for me, Su-ah."
"Tease," he laughs, bowing his head into the pillow.
Fingers tighten in the sheets at the first touch of hands on his skin, but he relaxes, moving easily, moving intentionally because this isn't about lying down and taking it. It's about mischief and sex and love and he wants to be part of everything the others share.
A brush of lips to the small of his back and he can see Changmin coating his fingers in oil in his mind's eye, the thought made reality as he feels him trail the tip of his index gently along his skin, seeking until he finds his opening, pressing inside.
"Alright?" he asks, stroking the backs of Junsu's thighs.
"Very awful," he jokes, exhaling. "You should stop now. Seriously, no point in torturing me like this." He laughs even as he feels the strange sensation, not unusual but new as precursor to something else. Part of him wishes for the others, not because he doesn't trust Changmin, but because it feels right to share it with them.
"Fool," Changmin murmurs affectionately, smacking his ass lightly. Shifting, he works the first finger further into Junsu's body. Junsu's breath catches abruptly and he makes a low sound, almost like a purr, of complete and utter delight.
"Oh Gods..." There. That's it. That's what he needs. "Oh, Changmin...yes."
Changmin's cock jumps against his hip at the low sound, one hand brushing his skin as the younger man reaches down to stroke himself, working a finger in and out of the other man and adding a second after long, torturous moments.
"Love you so much, Su-ah. Want to make you feel so good."
"You will," Junsu answer breathlessly. "Gods, you already are." Hips push back against his hand, demanding more. It should hurt, it should make him uncomfortable, but the total absence of fear is to Changmin's credit. Only him, only with him.
Junsu throws his head back, caught in the moment, caught in his friend's whispered words. "Where... where are the others?"
"With each other, I imagine," Changmin murmurs, the words catching in his throat as he slides his thumb over the head of his cock, twisting his fingers inside Junsu, hitting the same spot over and over again. "Honest...wanted you to myself, Junsu-ah." He can't stop saying the other's name, a delicious tumble of syllables.
"Evil," he laughs, gasps and keens all at once, thighs trembling to stay open, to stay relaxed. "Please," he begs, turning his head to glance at the younger man. "I'm so close, I need... please, now." He's powerless against the steady press of fingers against his prostate, against the sudden urge pouring through him. He needs, needs, so much. Needs Changmin...
Changmin groans, fingers stilling their movement inside him. He dips his head to press a kiss on the edge of Junsu's hip, trembling. "Want you, want you so bad, Junsu...can I?"
"Yeah, yes. I want you inside me, I want you so much..." He babbles incoherently, wetness warm and strangely erotic against his thighs. "Come on... come on."
Hands shake as they search for the oil among the bedsheets, moving forward to take his hips in a firm grasp. One wraps around the base of his erection, tearing a whimper from Changmin's throat as he feels the other man close around him. "Gods..." he chokes, bending over Junsu's pliant form, pressing an open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades, surrounded by tight, yielding heat.
Junsu's lips part in a silent cry, cock twitching almost painfully at the stimulation. "You feel so good, so right..." He flushes as he speaks, moving back into the younger man's arms, needing his strength, his love. "Love you, Min, love--love you so much."
"Love you," Changmin breathes in answer as he shifts closer, one arm slipping around his waist, holding him in place as he pulls out then brings their hips together in one hard thrust.
It's intense and heated with passion and trust and better than Junsu thought it could be. His arms shake under the force of Changmin's thrusts, so guarded, still, so precise. Of course, Changmin is precise in all that he does, including this.
"Yeah, oh yeah..." Nonsense pours from his lips, one hand reaching behind him blindly to touch the other man's thigh, needing the contact.
He feels Changmin approaching his end too quickly and clenches his muscles in tempo with his thrusts, tearing soft, muffled cries from the younger's throat. Desperately, he tries to hold it off, wanting this to last.
"Su-ah," he hears in a shaking voice. "I'm...close...Gods..."
"Let go," Junsu begs, knees protesting as he pushes himself back onto him, savoring the contact. "Oh Gods, come on, be... be in me... I want you, want you so much." Breathlessly, he turns his lips to Changmin's, swallowing the other man's moans, his pleas. Heat surrounds them, safe from the world, from anyone's gaze.
A hoarse cry is torn from his lips, his cock hard, and red and coming, coming without even being touched, coming onto white sheets and whimpering.
***
He chokes on the sudden rush of air into his lungs, coughing violently even as he tries to suck in oxygen. Hands tighten on his biceps, wrists bound cruelly behind his back and over his own ragged breathing, he hears laughter.
"You look like a fish, Kim," one of the men jeers, folding one leg over another as he sits across from him and his bucket of water. "A slick, wet, disgusting and spineless creature. You can't be a man because you've got no honor, do you? You're a lying, worthless, traitor!"
If he had a free hand, he'd give him the finger. But he doesn't even have breath, water still dripping into his eyes. "Fuck you," he croaks, eyes bloodshot from being deprived of air. He may not wear the badge, could spit on it now, but he's lost none of his pride. He won't let these self-righteous fucks take it from him.
"Is that all you've got to say for yourself?"
The man sneers and Junsu wonders if he's new, if they brought him especially for him. A new torturer for a new prisoner. Perhaps he should feel flattered. It's the sheer capacity for such complicated thought that lets him know he's slowly losing his mind.
"We know everything about you, Kim. We know about your friends." There, he thinks, the veiled threat, the bargaining coin.
The Academy rid him of uncouth ways, but he still finds he can aim his spit just as well as when he was a boy. "Go to hell, you piece of shit!"
A sharp crack across the face leaves his mouth bloody and it would've sent him staggering if his arms weren't still in the soldier's vice-like grip. Junsu knows his attacker. They graduated from the Academy together. His tongue darts out to taste his own blood, sneering at the other man.
"Is that fucking all you've got?"
Another hit catches him in the abdomen, a Guard-issue boot leaving its imprint in his torn up shirt and torn up skin. And then another. And another, until he's gasping for breath, moaning in pain and praying, praying for darkness to take him before he breaks down completely.
Not that he will. He's a soldier. He's been trained for this.
They must think he's been broken once, by the rebels on Elysia. They don't realize the only fault in Guard training lies in never having been taught how to deal with real, actual feelings. He's glad. Even if it's not much, he's got the moral high ground.
"Where is Jung Yunho?" comes the harsh inquiry when they stop hitting him for a moment's reprieve. "Where is he?"
Junsu laughs, the sound wheezing and filled with pain. "Go fuck yourself."
A vicious kick to his instep and a hand in his hair, wrenching his head back. "Is this what you want, Kim? To die like a dog?"
He grimaces. "You're dead and you don't even know it," he grins, fully expecting the punch when it lands this time around. It's been going on like this for what feels like days but is probably closer to three, four hours. They'll let him back into his cell soon enough. They just want to chip away at his defenses for a bit longer. He knows the name of the game, even if he's never played it before.
He hopes they'll let him back soon. He hopes they don't have orders to dispose of him before he can see Yoochun one last time.
Strange, not so long ago, he hoped he'd see Yunho and Changmin and Jaejoong again as well. Things are changing already. He's giving up.
He hardly has the strength to struggle when they push his head under once more.
***
Changmin snores, Junsu realizes belatedly, carding his fingers through the sleeping boy's hair. It's longer now than it used to be, but still soft, curling slightly against the shell of his ear. The other had drifted off almost immediately, heavy on top of him until Junsu rearranged their sated bodies, curling around the young pilot. He lets his hand move from Changmin's hair to trace the line of his jaw, thumb swiping briefly over a full bottom lip. Strong, handsome. It's no wonder he fell for him all those years ago. That he keeps falling.
The younger man stirs as if in response, brows furrowing inquisitively before he relaxes, sighing in his sleep. Junsu wonders at his dreams, at what he scenes he imagines or revisits behind lowered lashes. Does Changmin think of him, of the others? Is he ever afraid?
An arm falls heavy and warm around his shoulders. "Stop that, Su... s'creepy," he mumbles, syllables all strung together and hard to understand.
It startles a laugh out of him. "Faker," he accuses softly, kissing that mouth before pulling back. "A moment ago you were dead to the world."
Changmin yawns in the aftermath of his kiss but Junsu doesn't take it as anything other than a compliment. "You need... to stop being so gullible," the other man chides, blinking fast to shake sleep from his eyes. "I sleep like a rabbit. Always got one eye open."
"A rabbit, huh?" he scoffs, tugging at one of Changmin's ears. "Guess that explains these."
Before the younger man can slap his hands away, he replaces them with his lips, biting lightly on a pierced earlobe. Another sign of Jaejoong's influence. Predictably, it stops whatever reprimand Changmin had planned for him, instead leaving the other man to sag slightly into the sheets, sighing softly.
"Su-ah... not fair..."
His hands find purchase on the younger man's slim hips, slipping to stroke at the small of his back. Wondering if he's going to find ink marring smooth skin one of these days. Their Min can be impressionable when he wants to be. "Hush," he murmurs, tracing the curve of Changmin's ear with his tongue. "You had your turn."
A gasp washes over him, clear in the otherwise silent room but Changmin recovers quickly. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he smirks, submitting nonetheless to Junsu's ministrations.
Junsu pulls back to give him a cheeky grin, hands wandering lower. "And you're sexy. I think I'm justified." Changmin groans, turning his face in the pillow, but not before Junsu sees his face heat.
The younger man offers him his back and for a moment, Junsu thinks he might be thinking of going back to sleep. But then Changmin's shoulders shake a little as if with laughter and he relaxes, remembers himself. He kisses Changmin's shoulder almost reverently before digging his teeth in lightly. His skin, he finds, tastes salty. Like seawater, maybe. He drags his tongue between the sharpness of his shoulder blades, just to make sure, pleased when it has Changmin squirming slightly on the bed beneath him. A hand on his hip steadies the younger man, gives Junsu purchase to shift until he's straddling those long legs.
Sheets pool around their legs, bodies bathed in the fluorescent light from the alarm poised above the doorway, darkness otherwise prevailing. It's warm and comforting, just like the play of muscles tensing and relaxing under his hands. Goosebumps bloom under his fingers.
"Feeling cold, Min?"
"You took the blanket, ass," Changmin retorts, a smile in his voice, even as the words give way to a groan at Junsu's touch.
"I don't have X-ray vision," he chides, trailing his fingertips over his lover's arms, covering his body with his own. "Can't see you through the blanket."
Changmin doesn't reply, his breath soft but quickening. Junsu brushes his lips over the nape of his neck, biting lightly. His heart thrums lightly his chest, always forgetting how warm Changmin is. The boy throws off heat like a furnace, crawling into Junsu's skin like licks of flame.
"You're gorgeous, Min-ah," he murmurs, borrowing his own seduction techniques from their silver-tongued lover.
Instead of earning him a 'thank you', Changmin only snorts incredulously. "And you're all words and no action," he challenges, for a moment sounding so serious that Junsu almost believes him. "Waking me up in the middle of the night because you're randy. Honestly, Su..."
"Learned from the best, didn't I?" he smirks, planting a kiss to the small of his back to silence him. And when it fails, an answering grumble coming from Changmin's direction, he exchanges it for a playful bite, high on the other's hip. "That's enough out of you."
"What about in me?" he thinks he hears but it could be his overactive imagination. Sighing, he feels Changmin push himself up on his elbows, throwing a glance over his shoulder. "You're biting your lips," the other man notes, at once amused and lustful. It's a nice combination.
Junsu raises an eyebrow before smacking sharply at his ass, grinning at Changmin's surprised gasp. "As handsome as that face is, it better be back in that pillow in five seconds or I'm leaving."
"Start abusing me and I know three angry men who happen to be very skilled with guns," Changmin retorts, daring him to do it. Leaving means abandoning their cocoon of warmth and safety and they both know he's not ready to do that. Not now, not ever.
But he's not quite ready to let Changmin call his bluff. Instead, he moves to spread long legs, ducking his head to leave another bite on the back of Changmin's thigh. He laves the mark with his tongue, darting a glance upward to see his lover's eyes close as he inhales.
"Ch-cheap shot," Changmin murmurs, ducking his head ever so slightly.
Junsu grins into his skin, trailing lips and teeth over back of his thighs, slowly moving upwards. If Min thinks he's playing unfair now...he presses a kiss to the other man's tailbone, hands spreading him as he darts his tongue over Changmin's entrance, listening to the other's choked moan.
"Gods, Junsu... what're you..." He doesn't find breath to finish the question and for good reason; Junsu renewing his efforts leaves him trembling if a little shocked, bowing his head between his arms. "That feels... feels good."
His blush, Junsu notes, spreads down low over his back. He covers it with a steadying, bold hand as he draws back a moment, feeling the rushing pulse under his fingers, the quick intakes of breath. He's more purposeful the second time, leaning in with a moist tongue and probing fingers, nearly choking on his own desire.
It doesn't do much for shutting Changmin up, but Junsu's finding he likes these noises much better. In fact, he's determined to wring as many of them out of his younger lover as he can, giving another sharp lick before darting his tongue inside.
"Fuck..." Changmin arches back, spine curving as if to urge Junsu to touch him even further. "Please. Gods, please... don't tease me like that."
Taking his time, Junsu weighs his options. He can keep going and give Changmin his due or he can give them both the release they need. It's no contest. Trailing his lips over the younger man's hip, he presses the tip of a finger into his willing body, aware that he needs to find the oil sooner rather than later.
The other trembles under his ministrations, breathing ragged as he presses his hips into the bed, trying to find friction. Junsu's mouth is dry with want and he has to pause to collect himself, resting his head on the slope of Changmin's back for a moment, teeth digging into his lip. With his free hand, he searches the sheets for the vial, fingers finally closing around the smooth surface.
"Su-ah... please..." Changmin rarely begs, even in bed, even with the others and when he does, it usually means he's close, too close to take any teasing.
Junsu licks a trail up, over his spine, stopping when he can bite the soft skin of his neck. "You looks so gorgeous, Min, so sexy like this..." Jaejoong would call him beautiful.
His answer is harsh panting, Changmin's fingers clutching the sheets and enough, enough teasing. Junsu wants inside him so badly he can taste it. He's watched the others with him, has seen strong legs tighten around Yunho's narrow waist, Changmin's hands scrabbling for purchase on the twisted bedclothes and gods, does he want that.
His hands shake so very slightly as he pours oil onto the heated skin, receiving a hiss in response that only eggs him on. Preparation is something he's familiar with, even if the skin he's used to touching is riddled with tiny scars and inked symbols. There's no comparison to be made, no difference, just the same gentleness of movement, the same, easy rhythm that dispels into an act in its own right, though hardly enough to sate either of them.
Junsu doesn't indulge for long.
"Okay, Min?" he whispers, sliding his hips against oiled skin, the friction good but insufficient.
"Yes," the other chokes out, voice ragged with lust and impatience. "Gods yes...please, please..."
He doesn't have to be asked twice. Holding his breath without realizing it, he positions his hips, bracing himself with one hand on the small of Changmin's back and beginning to push in. A low moan tears itself from Changmin's throat, his eyes shut tightly.
Wet heat envelops him, tight, suffocating, claustrophobic but not unpleasant. He clings to it.
"Min-ah..."
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OT5
Warning(s): violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: It's been six months since Changmin crashed on the remote planet known as Elysia. Five months since Yunho and Junsu found him. Four months since Jaejoong was shot by a man he and Yoochun both trusted. Now training as the Empress' men, former soldiers and former rebels have shed past allegiances in service of a common goal. But the tide is turning--and not in their favor.
Banner credit: luvmeanddespair
A/N: Thank you for all your wonderful feedback for the first part. We hope you enjoy this one!
Prequel: Acts of Contrition;
Acts of Insurrection: One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven; Twelve; Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
He smirks, lowered lids brushing against his cheek. He's pretty sure that he went to bed on his own, even if the heavy weight of another body against his seems to challenge that. "Get off," he manages to sigh, half-hearted words and half-hearted shoves turning into caresses and endearments.
"Shut up," Changmin retorts breezily, winding long limbs around his, tugging the pillow out from under his head to place beneath his own. "I'm cold. You're warm. So hush and go back to sleep."
"Prick," Junsu laughs, slapping a thin shoulder before soothing away the hurt. Running his fingertips through short cropped hair, he shifts to lie on his side. "You need to come up with better excuses to get into bed with me."
A soft, nipping kiss to his shoulder and: "Who says it's an excuse?" Changmin smiles teasingly, licking at the small mark his bite has left behind. "What else would I be here for?" He smiles brighter, nervousness twinging the edges.
"I don't know, you're supposed to be the smart one, remember?" Junsu grins. "As long as you keep doing that, though, I'll make an exception. But it's a one time only." Changmin's body is lean and familiar against his, thin cotton covering his midriff. No wonder he's cold. Instinctively, Junsu draws an arm down his back, tugging him closer.
Changmin lets himself be folded into Junsu's arms, tangling long legs with shorter ones, keeping them close. "What, this?" he murmurs, a smile still teasing his mouth, even as he dips his head to lick a broad stripe over his friend's clavicle.
"Oh yeah, you're totally clueless, I can see it now," Junsu laughs, nodding and arching into the other man's touch. "Someone's been spending time with Jaejoong."
Changmin smiles brightly at him, an innocent expression that only their aforementioned lover can truly get away with. "I'll have you know I don't need to borrow seduction techniques. I have enough of my own." Another lick, pausing to bite at his ear.
"So you keep saying," Junsu laughs, the sound a little choked. And it's no wonder; Changmin's mouth is the embodiment of sin but if this is what the scriptures go on and on about, Junsu can't help think he might give up religion after all. In retribution, he trails fingertips down the bumps in the younger man's spine, counting vertebrae whose names and numbers he can't remember. They don't matter and anatomy was never his strongest suit. But he knows the tail bone and that's enough as his fingers slip under soft cotton.
Changmin gasps, the noise catching somewhere in the back of his throat, mouth pressed to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Steadying himself, he kisses at Junsu's jaw, thumb stroking his hip.
Still so new, Junsu thinks, for them to touch like this. So different from a hurried handjob under the sheets to relieve stress. So much more. He knows Yunho would ask Changmin if this was okay. Jaejoong would smirk. Yoochun would kiss him. Junsu does none of those things. He just keeps on stroking, searching, his hands as purposeful in bed as they are in a fighter craft.
"If I'd know this was the way to shut you up, I'd have done it much sooner," he grins, stopping any reply with a sound kiss.
Changmin pinches him hard on the hip for the comment, swallowing his yelp as his own hips rock forward involuntarily, and back into the confident touch, pulse thrumming under his skin. He slides a hand down over the sharp curve of Junsu's hip, tugging at his waistband, feeling his best friend's erection pressing against his thigh.
It's still new, still unpracticed and imperfect. Like they used to be in training. Teeth clank together, Changmin's hand doesn't quite find purchase on the bed, but somehow they end up pressed up together as they need to be. Junsu's free hand somehow getting pinned beside him to the bed and though he can't quite reach Changmin's boxers, the friction is almost good enough.
"Damn beds are too small," Changmin mutters as they draw apart for breath, panting, eyes dark. He shifts, wincing as he bangs his elbow against the metal support, giving up and simply hooking his leg around Junsu's waist, using the leverage to bring them closer just as his head tips back against the pillow at the contact. "Junsu-ah..."
"Shh," Junsu soothes, rolling them over until he's lying securely propped above his friend. "You're going to hurt yourself." Smirking, he presses an apologetic kiss to Changmin's chin, to his jaw, his neck. It's nice to feel the other man's growing erection press against his own, but he'd rather feel more. He wants to feel more. "So... just to check. This wasn't your plan when you got into bed with me just now?" His grin is wide and shameless, but it's easier to handle than the intensity of Changmin's gaze.
Changmin looks at him through lowered lashes, a trick that he may or may not have stolen from Jaejoong, but it works well enough on Junsu, erection twitching against his.
"I was only planning to stop being cold." A smirk, thrusting upwards against a hard thigh. "Warm me up?"
"Gods, yes..." Junsu moans, their hips shifting together. "You're a bad liar, by the way," he adds, sure of himself until he kisses Changmin again, his hands shaking a little as he tries to divest the other man of his clothing.
Changmin groans softly into the kiss, dipping his tongue into his mouth, swiping lightly over his bottom lip, savoring him. "Getting what I want either way," he returns once they've parted for breath, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Not yet you're not," Junsu chuckles, pinning his arms above his head and relishing the momentary shift of power. He's got no illusions of it lasting. "Not until you tell me exactly what that is." If he's learned anything since leaving the Acheron, it is to gamble, to risk. And if he shivers slightly as he gets those words out, he's confident Changmin won't hold it against him. It's still new to him, all of this. He's still learning. But he has good teachers.
A small smile.
"Isn't it obvious, Su-ah?" Changmin asks in seductive tones, ignoring heat in his cheeks that the action brings, flexing his wrists under Junsu's grip. "I want you."
Welcome to the big leagues, Junsu hears Jaejoong laugh in his mind, like a genie from tales of old. They're firmly grounded in reality, however, and it's just the two of them in this bed, writhing, moving and shaking together as he lets go of Changmin's wrists, lowering his head to the younger man's navel. The thin strip of hair is like a pathway on a map and he follows it with his tongue, chickening out at the last moment and covering it up with a teasing grin.
Changmin lets out a stuttered breath, stroking at hand through cropped, silken hair, something ridiculously...taboo about his best friend's mouth being so close to his sex. "Don't be a tease," he says softly, tugging at dark strands.
Junsu grins, but he's nervous, afraid of screwing this up. He won't, he's done it before. It's different with Changmin, always so different when there's a history involved, when there's expectation.
"Just shut up and enjoy," he laughs, settling lower on the bed and laying kisses over Changmin's thighs. Comfort zone, still.
"Bossy," Changmin retorts, the word giving away to a groan at the fleeting kisses to the insides of his legs. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaving a slick trail of precome in its wake. "Junsu...please..."
He doesn't ask 'please, what?', that's Jaejoong's MO. Even Yoochun's, on occasion. He sticks to the basics, to what feels right and tries not to screw it up. His first lick to heated flesh is tentative, the second, less so. He grows bolder as his lips map out the length of Changmin's arousal, encircling the tip as he sucks lightly.
A soft keen makes it past full lips, Changmin clutching the sheets in his fists, head tilted back against the pillow. "So good."
Encouragement is all Junsu needs. He does nothing by halves and being with Changmin is no exception. Mouthing the skin at the base of his cock, he trails his tongue over the underside, hands caressing trembling hips. It's good and it's Changmin and he can't quite admit to himself how much he likes to do this. For all his reticence, he's as eager as Jaejoong and he gives himself over to Changmin's pleasure like only Yunho can.
Changmin breathes his name, shivering, winding his fingers in dark hair, guiding Junsu's mouth on him. It doesn't last. Biting his lip, he tugs gently upwards. "Su-ah, come here...come here..."
Wrapping a hand around his own erection to soothe the ache, Junsu obeys, quickly, silently, eyes seeking Changmin's. Their lips connect and he realizes only too late that the other man can probably taste himself on his lips. Instead of revulsion, he feels only a strange sort of pride. A strange kind of flutter in his chest. Like love, he thinks.
"Changmin... oh Gods. I want... I want you."
Stroking slight shoulders, fingertips sliding over corded muscles, Changmin licks his lips. "How do you want me?" he asks softly, a hand sliding down to brush over Junsu's length.
The soft touch shakes him to the core, head falling slowly onto the other man's shoulder, a slight reprieve from pleasure that he's still not used to experiencing, that he thinks he'll lose any moment now. "I want you inside me," he breathes, hiding flushed features from the other man's eyes.
Changmin's breath stutters at the words, turning his head until he's kissing Junsu, shifting their positions until he's lying stretched over the other man, erection pressing into the hollow of his hip. Breaking apart for air, he presses a quiet kiss to Junsu's jaw, fingers splayed over his hip. "Sure about that, Su-ah?"
"No, I'm asking just to tease you," Junsu shoots back, a smile on his lips. He's nothing if not comfortable with Changmin. They've grown close enough for jokes like these. Cupping the back of his neck, he brings their lips together again, silent permission and a firm demand lurking behind the gesture. He draws back with a grin. "I want to see what I was missing when you and Yunho were going at it on the Acheron."
"Ass," Changmin grumbles, nipping at his bottom lip, reaching under the mattress for the vial of oil hidden there. Smirking at Junsu's expression, he kisses him firmly. "Thank Yoochun." He rubs his stomach lightly, brushing fingers over hard abdominal muscles, dipping into the lean cut of his torso. "How do you want to do this?"
Junsu looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Is it better if I'm, uh, on my knees?" And he's almost honest, almost not faking the whole thing. But Changmin knows him too well to tell, so he doesn't push it.
Changmin kisses him again, before shifting to the side. "Lay on your stomach," he tells him softly, waiting for the other man to comply before resting a hand on the small of Junsu's back and leaning to whisper in his ears. "Spread your legs for me, Su-ah."
"Tease," he laughs, bowing his head into the pillow.
Fingers tighten in the sheets at the first touch of hands on his skin, but he relaxes, moving easily, moving intentionally because this isn't about lying down and taking it. It's about mischief and sex and love and he wants to be part of everything the others share.
A brush of lips to the small of his back and he can see Changmin coating his fingers in oil in his mind's eye, the thought made reality as he feels him trail the tip of his index gently along his skin, seeking until he finds his opening, pressing inside.
"Alright?" he asks, stroking the backs of Junsu's thighs.
"Very awful," he jokes, exhaling. "You should stop now. Seriously, no point in torturing me like this." He laughs even as he feels the strange sensation, not unusual but new as precursor to something else. Part of him wishes for the others, not because he doesn't trust Changmin, but because it feels right to share it with them.
"Fool," Changmin murmurs affectionately, smacking his ass lightly. Shifting, he works the first finger further into Junsu's body. Junsu's breath catches abruptly and he makes a low sound, almost like a purr, of complete and utter delight.
"Oh Gods..." There. That's it. That's what he needs. "Oh, Changmin...yes."
Changmin's cock jumps against his hip at the low sound, one hand brushing his skin as the younger man reaches down to stroke himself, working a finger in and out of the other man and adding a second after long, torturous moments.
"Love you so much, Su-ah. Want to make you feel so good."
"You will," Junsu answer breathlessly. "Gods, you already are." Hips push back against his hand, demanding more. It should hurt, it should make him uncomfortable, but the total absence of fear is to Changmin's credit. Only him, only with him.
Junsu throws his head back, caught in the moment, caught in his friend's whispered words. "Where... where are the others?"
"With each other, I imagine," Changmin murmurs, the words catching in his throat as he slides his thumb over the head of his cock, twisting his fingers inside Junsu, hitting the same spot over and over again. "Honest...wanted you to myself, Junsu-ah." He can't stop saying the other's name, a delicious tumble of syllables.
"Evil," he laughs, gasps and keens all at once, thighs trembling to stay open, to stay relaxed. "Please," he begs, turning his head to glance at the younger man. "I'm so close, I need... please, now." He's powerless against the steady press of fingers against his prostate, against the sudden urge pouring through him. He needs, needs, so much. Needs Changmin...
Changmin groans, fingers stilling their movement inside him. He dips his head to press a kiss on the edge of Junsu's hip, trembling. "Want you, want you so bad, Junsu...can I?"
"Yeah, yes. I want you inside me, I want you so much..." He babbles incoherently, wetness warm and strangely erotic against his thighs. "Come on... come on."
Hands shake as they search for the oil among the bedsheets, moving forward to take his hips in a firm grasp. One wraps around the base of his erection, tearing a whimper from Changmin's throat as he feels the other man close around him. "Gods..." he chokes, bending over Junsu's pliant form, pressing an open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades, surrounded by tight, yielding heat.
Junsu's lips part in a silent cry, cock twitching almost painfully at the stimulation. "You feel so good, so right..." He flushes as he speaks, moving back into the younger man's arms, needing his strength, his love. "Love you, Min, love--love you so much."
"Love you," Changmin breathes in answer as he shifts closer, one arm slipping around his waist, holding him in place as he pulls out then brings their hips together in one hard thrust.
It's intense and heated with passion and trust and better than Junsu thought it could be. His arms shake under the force of Changmin's thrusts, so guarded, still, so precise. Of course, Changmin is precise in all that he does, including this.
"Yeah, oh yeah..." Nonsense pours from his lips, one hand reaching behind him blindly to touch the other man's thigh, needing the contact.
He feels Changmin approaching his end too quickly and clenches his muscles in tempo with his thrusts, tearing soft, muffled cries from the younger's throat. Desperately, he tries to hold it off, wanting this to last.
"Su-ah," he hears in a shaking voice. "I'm...close...Gods..."
"Let go," Junsu begs, knees protesting as he pushes himself back onto him, savoring the contact. "Oh Gods, come on, be... be in me... I want you, want you so much." Breathlessly, he turns his lips to Changmin's, swallowing the other man's moans, his pleas. Heat surrounds them, safe from the world, from anyone's gaze.
A hoarse cry is torn from his lips, his cock hard, and red and coming, coming without even being touched, coming onto white sheets and whimpering.
***
He chokes on the sudden rush of air into his lungs, coughing violently even as he tries to suck in oxygen. Hands tighten on his biceps, wrists bound cruelly behind his back and over his own ragged breathing, he hears laughter.
"You look like a fish, Kim," one of the men jeers, folding one leg over another as he sits across from him and his bucket of water. "A slick, wet, disgusting and spineless creature. You can't be a man because you've got no honor, do you? You're a lying, worthless, traitor!"
If he had a free hand, he'd give him the finger. But he doesn't even have breath, water still dripping into his eyes. "Fuck you," he croaks, eyes bloodshot from being deprived of air. He may not wear the badge, could spit on it now, but he's lost none of his pride. He won't let these self-righteous fucks take it from him.
"Is that all you've got to say for yourself?"
The man sneers and Junsu wonders if he's new, if they brought him especially for him. A new torturer for a new prisoner. Perhaps he should feel flattered. It's the sheer capacity for such complicated thought that lets him know he's slowly losing his mind.
"We know everything about you, Kim. We know about your friends." There, he thinks, the veiled threat, the bargaining coin.
The Academy rid him of uncouth ways, but he still finds he can aim his spit just as well as when he was a boy. "Go to hell, you piece of shit!"
A sharp crack across the face leaves his mouth bloody and it would've sent him staggering if his arms weren't still in the soldier's vice-like grip. Junsu knows his attacker. They graduated from the Academy together. His tongue darts out to taste his own blood, sneering at the other man.
"Is that fucking all you've got?"
Another hit catches him in the abdomen, a Guard-issue boot leaving its imprint in his torn up shirt and torn up skin. And then another. And another, until he's gasping for breath, moaning in pain and praying, praying for darkness to take him before he breaks down completely.
Not that he will. He's a soldier. He's been trained for this.
They must think he's been broken once, by the rebels on Elysia. They don't realize the only fault in Guard training lies in never having been taught how to deal with real, actual feelings. He's glad. Even if it's not much, he's got the moral high ground.
"Where is Jung Yunho?" comes the harsh inquiry when they stop hitting him for a moment's reprieve. "Where is he?"
Junsu laughs, the sound wheezing and filled with pain. "Go fuck yourself."
A vicious kick to his instep and a hand in his hair, wrenching his head back. "Is this what you want, Kim? To die like a dog?"
He grimaces. "You're dead and you don't even know it," he grins, fully expecting the punch when it lands this time around. It's been going on like this for what feels like days but is probably closer to three, four hours. They'll let him back into his cell soon enough. They just want to chip away at his defenses for a bit longer. He knows the name of the game, even if he's never played it before.
He hopes they'll let him back soon. He hopes they don't have orders to dispose of him before he can see Yoochun one last time.
Strange, not so long ago, he hoped he'd see Yunho and Changmin and Jaejoong again as well. Things are changing already. He's giving up.
He hardly has the strength to struggle when they push his head under once more.
***
Changmin snores, Junsu realizes belatedly, carding his fingers through the sleeping boy's hair. It's longer now than it used to be, but still soft, curling slightly against the shell of his ear. The other had drifted off almost immediately, heavy on top of him until Junsu rearranged their sated bodies, curling around the young pilot. He lets his hand move from Changmin's hair to trace the line of his jaw, thumb swiping briefly over a full bottom lip. Strong, handsome. It's no wonder he fell for him all those years ago. That he keeps falling.
The younger man stirs as if in response, brows furrowing inquisitively before he relaxes, sighing in his sleep. Junsu wonders at his dreams, at what he scenes he imagines or revisits behind lowered lashes. Does Changmin think of him, of the others? Is he ever afraid?
An arm falls heavy and warm around his shoulders. "Stop that, Su... s'creepy," he mumbles, syllables all strung together and hard to understand.
It startles a laugh out of him. "Faker," he accuses softly, kissing that mouth before pulling back. "A moment ago you were dead to the world."
Changmin yawns in the aftermath of his kiss but Junsu doesn't take it as anything other than a compliment. "You need... to stop being so gullible," the other man chides, blinking fast to shake sleep from his eyes. "I sleep like a rabbit. Always got one eye open."
"A rabbit, huh?" he scoffs, tugging at one of Changmin's ears. "Guess that explains these."
Before the younger man can slap his hands away, he replaces them with his lips, biting lightly on a pierced earlobe. Another sign of Jaejoong's influence. Predictably, it stops whatever reprimand Changmin had planned for him, instead leaving the other man to sag slightly into the sheets, sighing softly.
"Su-ah... not fair..."
His hands find purchase on the younger man's slim hips, slipping to stroke at the small of his back. Wondering if he's going to find ink marring smooth skin one of these days. Their Min can be impressionable when he wants to be. "Hush," he murmurs, tracing the curve of Changmin's ear with his tongue. "You had your turn."
A gasp washes over him, clear in the otherwise silent room but Changmin recovers quickly. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he smirks, submitting nonetheless to Junsu's ministrations.
Junsu pulls back to give him a cheeky grin, hands wandering lower. "And you're sexy. I think I'm justified." Changmin groans, turning his face in the pillow, but not before Junsu sees his face heat.
The younger man offers him his back and for a moment, Junsu thinks he might be thinking of going back to sleep. But then Changmin's shoulders shake a little as if with laughter and he relaxes, remembers himself. He kisses Changmin's shoulder almost reverently before digging his teeth in lightly. His skin, he finds, tastes salty. Like seawater, maybe. He drags his tongue between the sharpness of his shoulder blades, just to make sure, pleased when it has Changmin squirming slightly on the bed beneath him. A hand on his hip steadies the younger man, gives Junsu purchase to shift until he's straddling those long legs.
Sheets pool around their legs, bodies bathed in the fluorescent light from the alarm poised above the doorway, darkness otherwise prevailing. It's warm and comforting, just like the play of muscles tensing and relaxing under his hands. Goosebumps bloom under his fingers.
"Feeling cold, Min?"
"You took the blanket, ass," Changmin retorts, a smile in his voice, even as the words give way to a groan at Junsu's touch.
"I don't have X-ray vision," he chides, trailing his fingertips over his lover's arms, covering his body with his own. "Can't see you through the blanket."
Changmin doesn't reply, his breath soft but quickening. Junsu brushes his lips over the nape of his neck, biting lightly. His heart thrums lightly his chest, always forgetting how warm Changmin is. The boy throws off heat like a furnace, crawling into Junsu's skin like licks of flame.
"You're gorgeous, Min-ah," he murmurs, borrowing his own seduction techniques from their silver-tongued lover.
Instead of earning him a 'thank you', Changmin only snorts incredulously. "And you're all words and no action," he challenges, for a moment sounding so serious that Junsu almost believes him. "Waking me up in the middle of the night because you're randy. Honestly, Su..."
"Learned from the best, didn't I?" he smirks, planting a kiss to the small of his back to silence him. And when it fails, an answering grumble coming from Changmin's direction, he exchanges it for a playful bite, high on the other's hip. "That's enough out of you."
"What about in me?" he thinks he hears but it could be his overactive imagination. Sighing, he feels Changmin push himself up on his elbows, throwing a glance over his shoulder. "You're biting your lips," the other man notes, at once amused and lustful. It's a nice combination.
Junsu raises an eyebrow before smacking sharply at his ass, grinning at Changmin's surprised gasp. "As handsome as that face is, it better be back in that pillow in five seconds or I'm leaving."
"Start abusing me and I know three angry men who happen to be very skilled with guns," Changmin retorts, daring him to do it. Leaving means abandoning their cocoon of warmth and safety and they both know he's not ready to do that. Not now, not ever.
But he's not quite ready to let Changmin call his bluff. Instead, he moves to spread long legs, ducking his head to leave another bite on the back of Changmin's thigh. He laves the mark with his tongue, darting a glance upward to see his lover's eyes close as he inhales.
"Ch-cheap shot," Changmin murmurs, ducking his head ever so slightly.
Junsu grins into his skin, trailing lips and teeth over back of his thighs, slowly moving upwards. If Min thinks he's playing unfair now...he presses a kiss to the other man's tailbone, hands spreading him as he darts his tongue over Changmin's entrance, listening to the other's choked moan.
"Gods, Junsu... what're you..." He doesn't find breath to finish the question and for good reason; Junsu renewing his efforts leaves him trembling if a little shocked, bowing his head between his arms. "That feels... feels good."
His blush, Junsu notes, spreads down low over his back. He covers it with a steadying, bold hand as he draws back a moment, feeling the rushing pulse under his fingers, the quick intakes of breath. He's more purposeful the second time, leaning in with a moist tongue and probing fingers, nearly choking on his own desire.
It doesn't do much for shutting Changmin up, but Junsu's finding he likes these noises much better. In fact, he's determined to wring as many of them out of his younger lover as he can, giving another sharp lick before darting his tongue inside.
"Fuck..." Changmin arches back, spine curving as if to urge Junsu to touch him even further. "Please. Gods, please... don't tease me like that."
Taking his time, Junsu weighs his options. He can keep going and give Changmin his due or he can give them both the release they need. It's no contest. Trailing his lips over the younger man's hip, he presses the tip of a finger into his willing body, aware that he needs to find the oil sooner rather than later.
The other trembles under his ministrations, breathing ragged as he presses his hips into the bed, trying to find friction. Junsu's mouth is dry with want and he has to pause to collect himself, resting his head on the slope of Changmin's back for a moment, teeth digging into his lip. With his free hand, he searches the sheets for the vial, fingers finally closing around the smooth surface.
"Su-ah... please..." Changmin rarely begs, even in bed, even with the others and when he does, it usually means he's close, too close to take any teasing.
Junsu licks a trail up, over his spine, stopping when he can bite the soft skin of his neck. "You looks so gorgeous, Min, so sexy like this..." Jaejoong would call him beautiful.
His answer is harsh panting, Changmin's fingers clutching the sheets and enough, enough teasing. Junsu wants inside him so badly he can taste it. He's watched the others with him, has seen strong legs tighten around Yunho's narrow waist, Changmin's hands scrabbling for purchase on the twisted bedclothes and gods, does he want that.
His hands shake so very slightly as he pours oil onto the heated skin, receiving a hiss in response that only eggs him on. Preparation is something he's familiar with, even if the skin he's used to touching is riddled with tiny scars and inked symbols. There's no comparison to be made, no difference, just the same gentleness of movement, the same, easy rhythm that dispels into an act in its own right, though hardly enough to sate either of them.
Junsu doesn't indulge for long.
"Okay, Min?" he whispers, sliding his hips against oiled skin, the friction good but insufficient.
"Yes," the other chokes out, voice ragged with lust and impatience. "Gods yes...please, please..."
He doesn't have to be asked twice. Holding his breath without realizing it, he positions his hips, bracing himself with one hand on the small of Changmin's back and beginning to push in. A low moan tears itself from Changmin's throat, his eyes shut tightly.
Wet heat envelops him, tight, suffocating, claustrophobic but not unpleasant. He clings to it.
"Min-ah..."