Private Lessons *oneshot*
Pairing: KrisUp
Rated: M
Length: 4.2K
The steps Yixing were doing were complicated, complete with some sort of twist and body roll and then he kicked his feet out and Kris’s vision swam in his head. Dancing was the one part of being an idol that he couldn’t handle, could never quite get the hang of.
Yixing tried to help him, Jongin volunteered for lessons, even the two of them together gave Kris tips and tricks on how to get the moves down. Nothing seemed to work and Kris was starting to get a complex over it. Even their manager was growing aggravated at his lack of improvement.
“You need a better teacher.” He finally decided after watching Kris stumble and fall for the third time during practice. “Yixing isn’t used to teaching. We need to find you someone that’s well-known for giving lessons. Maybe a fresh start with someone new will help you.”
Kris didn’t agree. Nothing could stop him from tripping over his over-sized feet or bumping into the other members during routines. He opened his mouth to argue when his manager gave him the death glare that they had come to know as the “oh fuck, shit is about to go down” face.
“It’s not just for you, Kris. Think about the rest of your members and their chances of success with a member who ruins their routines every time.” He knew he had him when Kris’s face dropped and his shoulders hunched inwards. "It's for the greater good, Kris.”
So that was how he ended up on the street heading uptown towards a private dance studio that his manager had declared the best in the city. “Everyone says this is the best place to go for private lessons. You’ll learn a lot more if you’re alone and have no distractions.”
That was exactly the problem, Kris screamed in his head when he walked in to the small studio and saw the tiny half-dressed thing that he was supposed to be alone with for the next two hours.
“Hi!” The bright-eyed boy bounced over to him and clapped his hands together excitedly. “You must be Kris-hyung, I’m so happy to meet you!” He stepped back to take a clear look at Kris, circling him like a hawk. “You’re tall for an idol in a dance group. That must be your problem. You’re trying to watch the smaller boys do the moves and it’s not working because you need to learn them to fit your body size.”
Kris watched him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He didn’t even know this boy’s name and already he was being bossed around like no one in the dorms ever dared to do to him. He may not have been the oldest member of the group, but he was so large they all still treated him respectfully.
“You’re my teacher?” He finally breathed out, interrupting the probing eyes and wandering hands that were trying to judge how large he was.
“Oh!” It was adorable how big those tiny eyes got at his question. “I didn’t tell you my name! I’m Jongup.” His new teacher gave him a short bow and wrinkled his nose in embarrassment. “Most students ask for me personally so I’m not used to having someone new come in.”
He motioned towards the center of the room and walked off, the sway of his ass in his dark gray athletic shorts mesmerizing Kris until he snapped out of it and followed.
“Your manager sent me over videos of the dances you’re having trouble with so I think I know how to help you.” Jongup turned the stereo on and Kris heard the starting music to the dance he hated the most. When he saw the grimace in the reflection of the mirrors, Jongup smiled gently. “Don’t worry, this first time I’ll be the one dancing and you can be my teacher. Tell me if I’m doing it the right way and we’ll work from there.
He started the dance with sharp precision that Kris had never seen before. Not even Yixing and Jongin, their two best dancers, had ever danced like this. Of course it could be because Kris had never watched them this closely before. Jongup nailed every single step of the dance even though he had to have only started learning it a few days earlier. No wonder everyone had pointed them to this studio above all the others.
“Did I do it right?” Jongup’s innocent voice brought him back to reality and Kris took a staggered breath when he saw the thin layer of sweat gleaming across the shoulders and collarbones exposed under his black tank top.
“Y-Yeah.” He swallowed and forced himself to come back to reality.
Jongup moved to stand against the mirror, pulling the stereo remote out of his pocket. “Now I want to watch you perform it. That way I’ll know which moves you have the most problems with.”
Kris flushed with embarrassment as he took over the center spot in the floor. Jongup’s deep eyes were glued to his body as the music started and Kris prayed to whatever gods could hear him that he wouldn’t get hard in the middle of his lesson.
He refused to look at Jongup’s face while he stumbled through the moves, instead staring at his own reflection. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jongup lowering down to his haunches and he had to will the rush of heat traveling through his body away.
“Okay.” Jongup nodded and raised his arms over his head, twisting his body back and forth and sighing at the cracks it made. “We’ve got our work cut out for us. But don’t worry!” He added, seeing Kris’s crestfallen face. “It’s not near as hopeless as your manager made it out to be. I still think it’s just because you’re so tall that you have trouble doing the moves the same as everyone else. I think we can fix that.”
His grin was infectious and he soon had Kris smiling faintly back at him.
They worked hard for the next hour and a half and even Kris had to begrudgingly admit that he was seeing small improvements in the way he danced. It was still jerky and he still tripped a few times, but Jongup gave him so many little tips that by the last run-through he was able to perform the entire dance without one overwhelmingly large mistake.
“You’re doing so great, hyung!” Jongup squeezed his shoulder, thankfully not noticing the flinch Kris made when they touched. “I think another good long practice and we should be done with this dance and can start the next one.” He turned the music to a different artist, this one softer and slower. “Another one of your problems is how stiff you are. You need to start a winding down process after each practice. Just something that tells your body it can relax and recover for the day.” He sat on the floor and spread his legs apart. “Try to follow me.”
Kris did as he was told and reached his arms across his long legs, grunting with the effort.
“No, no, don’t force it.” He jolted as a warm body was suddenly pressed against his back, hands sliding down his arms and to his fingers. “You ease into it, hyung. If you can’t reach very far you just do the best you can and try to go a bit farther each time.” His breath was hot against Kris’s ear and he had to have heard Kris’s breathing pick up until he was close to panting. “All good things come to those who wait.”
Jongup’s body was gone and Kris was finally able to breathe normally again. He had a passing thought that the little minx was playing with him, but surely that wasn’t right. He was obviously a lot older than his teacher, was awkward and had replied crabbily on more than one occasion during their lesson.
“How close can you get to reaching your toes?”
He looked up into the mirror and choked at the sight of Jongup’s ass high in the air as he placed his hands flat onto the floor. Kris slowly slid his eyes to the left to see it in person and was that a wink Jongup gave him before he turned his face to the floor?
“Not very.” He rasped out, lumbering to his feet and thanking the heavens that at least in this position his now very painful boner was hidden from view.
“I want you stretching out after every practice from now on. Stop when you feel your muscles start to hurt. Overdoing it can cause more problems.” Jongup lifted the bottom of his shirt up to wipe across his glistening face and Kris caught the deep abominable muscles across his stomach. “Keep pushing your body a little more each time. When we meet next week I want to see your palms flat on the floor, okay?”
He muttered a reply and rushed to grab his bag. What he needed right now was a very, very cold shower and a tall glass of Tao’s dinner shakes because nothing took you mind off of life more than the disgusting combination of spinach, wheat grass and carrots.
“Hyung?” He had almost made it out of the room when Jongup’s quiet voice stopped him. Barely turning around, he raised an eyebrow in reply. “I’m glad I get to be your teacher. I hope by the end of our lessons that I’ve taught you lots of exciting, new things.”
Kris’s mouth went dry at the suggestive words and all he could do was nod and hurry out of the building into the cold winter air of the streets. The rational side of his brain told him that Jongup was a great teacher and he really couldn’t fuck this up. Not just for his own sake, but also because of the eleven other boys that depended on him to keep his cool and stay strong for them.
But the irrational side wanted to pull Jongup astride his hips and make that soft, breathy voice ragged with need.
Fuck the cold shower, he need a dip in the Arctic.
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“Your dancing has been really good the last week.” Yixing slid into the seat across from him at the table and smiled encouragingly. “We’ve all been able to see improvement. Your teacher must be very good.”
Kris choked on his steamed bun and gave him a nod. “He’s okay.”
Yixing sat back and narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friend’s red cheeks and firmly set mouth. A sly grin spread across his lips. “You have a thing for your teacher?” He covered up the giggle in his throat with his palm. “You’re shameless! Wait until Luhan hears about this!”
A groan sounded as Kris dropped his head in his hands. “You haven’t seen him, Xing. He’s like a tiny little Greek god or something. All tan and shiny and I’m pretty sure he could kill a man inside of his thighs.”
The laughter across the table was no so loud that Kris was worried the rest of the members would come to see what was happening.
“Oh god, Kris.” Yixing wiped his eyes and tried to look serious for a moment. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you interested in someone. I’m not making fun of you, I promise. You just surprised me.” He reached across the table and stroked his leader’s nape gently. “Do you want to ask about getting a new teacher? Is it going to make tomorrow’s practice awkward?”
“Making me dance is always awkward. It doesn’t matter who it’s with.” Kris whined and leaned further into Yixing’s palm. “He calls me hyung.”
“So do the rest of the boys.”
Kris shook his head. “But it doesn’t sound like this. His voice is so soft and when he smiles at me his whole face scrunches up and he has a freckle right on top of his nose and he’s teasing me, Xing. He fucking plays with me like a toy and I don’t know if he wants anything from it or if he’s just trying to watch me squirm.” He slammed his head against the table with every world. “Want.” Slam “To.” Slam “Fuck.” Slam “Him.” Slam
Yixing rolled his eyes and placed his hand between Kris’s forehead and the hard table so that he wouldn’t hurt himself even more. “Then flirt back. If he responds then he’s interested. If he acts like he’s uncomfortable then you’ll know he’s just a little asshole who likes messing with people.”
“I have a month of lessons with him. I don’t want to make things weird.”
“Trust me, if you have to act like this for another month then things will definitely get weird. Either sleep with him and get it over with or realize it’s never going to happen and get over it and buy some porn magazines. Either way sexually frustrated Kris goes away and everyone’s happy.”
He didn’t think a few porn magazines would satisfy him, but he didn’t want to tell his still semi-innocent friend that. To Yixing, sex meant love and he was always confused with the members didn’t treat it as special. But at least he was trying to help.
“And for the love of god, stop touching yourself when you think I’m asleep at night. You’re going to give me nightmares.”
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Jongup was waiting for him when he showed up at the studio the next day. He could hear the bass booming through the hallway and shaking the walls as he headed towards their room.
He carefully cracked the door open and dropped his bag to the floor with a gasp as he watched the smaller boy move across the floor to the beat of the song. His eyes were closed and his chest was bare and shining with long trails of sweat rolling down it. Kris’s mouth dropped open and he didn’t have the strength to interrupt his instructor to tell him he was there, all he could do was watch.
The song finally ended and Jongup stood in the center of the floor panting as he caught his breath, chest rapidly rising up and down and hair sticking to his forehead.
“Hello hyung.”
The damned voice that he had been having fantasies about all week spoke up quietly into the silent room and Kris jumped backwards in shock.
“I think that dance is a little too much for you right now.” Jongup cocked his head to the side and licked across his already wet bottom lip. “But I can always show you more if you enjoyed the show.”
Kris knew for a fact now that Jongup was playing some sort of game with him. He wasn’t sure what it was or where it was going but he couldn’t ignore the twinkle in the other boy’s eyes anymore.
“It was okay.” He shrugged, closing the door behind him and throwing his bag off to the side. “Nothing beats my friend Yixing though. He’s the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”
As expected, his careless words made Jongup falter for a moment before he swiftly recovered his composure. “That’s odd. Your manager told me none of the other members were good enough to teach you.”
Well damn.
“Well Yixing had been trying to teach me for a while.” He forced a regretful expression on his face and refused to look at the other boy. “But we played around so much that nothing really got done during our practices.”
“Played around?” Jongup’s voice tightened ever so slightly. “What exactly does playing around pertain to while dancing?”
Kris pretended not to hear as he pulled his hoodie over his head and joined Jongup in front of the mirrors. “Are you ready to start?”
His teacher’s face was scarily calm as he nodded and switched the song to Kris’s music. They went through the dance two times before Jongup stopped the music and frowned. “You’re not doing the body roll right.”
He was doing it the exact same way as last week and Kris knew it.
“Here.” Jongup positioned himself in front of Kris and molded their bodies together. “Follow me.”
Kris couldn’t do anything, the plan for friendly aloofness flying far from his brain as Jongup rolled his body flat against Kris’s.
“You’re supposed to do it, too.” Jongup reached his arm up behind him to wrap tightly around Kris’s neck, the other arm grabbing his hand and putting it flat on his hip.
The image of the two of them against each other in the mirror caused a tiny hiss to come out of Kris’s lips, the sound caught if the smirk on Jongup’s lips was any indication. His chest was still sweat-drenched and bare and his black track pants did nothing to hide the way his cock was straining against them.
Kris couldn’t take it anymore and buried his face in Jongup’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and soap that lingered on his skin. He brought his other arm forward and pressed his palm flat against the tight muscles of his abdomen.
“We’re not going to practice today, are we hyung?”
He muttered out a no before biting his teeth down across the soft skin of Jongup’s shoulder, reeling at the loud squeak it earned him. “How old are you?” He realized that with the boy’s baby face this could potentially be illegal and then he discovered he didn’t even give a flying fuck.
“Eighteen.” Jongup replied with a laugh. “Legal.” Fingers danced across Jongup’s tightly clenched stomach and smoothed across the hem of his pants. “I thought for sure I would have broken you by the end of your first lesson.”
Kris growled and jerked him backwards, grinding Jongup’s hips against him. “You underestimated my self-control.”
Jongup let out a croaking laugh and spun around, shoving Kris back into the mirror. “I guess you proved me wrong.” His hands scrambled at the bottom of Kris’s t-shirt and yanked it up his body until Kris grabbed it and pulled it over his head. “I’m okay with that.”
There was no more speaking as Jongup flattened his body against his and pulled Kris’s head downwards to meet his own, teeth cracking together as they figured out how to work around their height differences. With an annoyed whoosh of breath, Jongup bit down on Kris’s lip and scratched his nails down his sides. “You’re too tall.”
“Maybe.” Kris picked him up and turned so that Jongup’s back was now against the cold mirror, a cry leaving his lips and legs tightening around his waist. “Or you’re just fun-sized.”
He could feel Jongup trying to jerk against him but he held him still with his large hands, ignoring the pained lament he made. “Patience is a virtue, Jongup.”
“Don’t use my words against me.” Kris’s hair was suddenly yanked and a mouth was latched onto his Adam’s apple, sucking the thin skin into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.
Jongup pushed himself off and landed on his feet before shoving Kris to the floor with a shove, straddling his thighs. “How do you wanna fuck me, hyung?” He tilted his head and smiled innocently. His hand covered his own erection and he moaned as his palm started to rub himself against the thin material. “You gonna bend me over?” Letting go of himself he leaned over Kris’s frozen body and lapped delicately at his lips. “Gonna fuck me against the mirror, hyung?” Kris would never get used to the gently way his name sounded coming out of those swollen lips. “Want me to ride you?”
“Yes.” He blurted, dick throbbing at the mental image of Jongup fucking himself deep on top of him.
Lips smiled against his own and Jongup nodded. “Okay.” He grabbed Kris’s pants and pushed them down to his knees, shoving the boxers down as he went. His eyes flashed with apprehension as Kris’s cock swung up into the air. “Glad I brought lube.”
“You planned this, didn’t you, you little shit.” Kris arched off the ground and groaned at the wet stripe licked up his achingly hard flesh. “I hope I tear you apart.”
Jongup laughed, teeth nipping at his inner thighs as he worked the rest of his clothes off. “That’s what I’m hoping for, too.” He sat up on his legs and smiled. “Do you want to do the honors or you want to watch?”
Kris licked his dry lips and stammered out a reply. “W-Watch.”
The bottle was clicked open and Jongup slicked up his fingers before leaning back and bracing himself with one hand on Kris’s calf. “Am I going to have to do all of the work here, hyung?” His eyes fluttered as the first digit entered, slowly and carefully. “You’re lucky I get off on that.” Fat bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he rolled his body, trying to quickly get used to the intrusion so he could add another.
Kris’s palms traveled up his firm thighs and slim hips, all the way up to tug the lip out of his teeth before he broke skin. Jongup’s tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking them inside his lips and moaning as he slipped the second digit into himself. Kris jerked his hand away and slid it between the trembling thighs, slipping his long middle finger in between Jongup’s smaller ones.
The sound the other boy made was a cross between a wail and a scream as Kris reached further than he ever could on his own, fingertip finding exactly the right spot to turn Jongup into a withering, shaking mess from his touch.
“You sure you want to do all the work?” Kris laughed at the weak hit Jongup aimed at his chest. He could watch him fuck himself on their fingers for hours, but if he didn’t get inside of him soon then he was going to release without even being touched and he wasn’t fourteen anymore dammit. “Condom?”
“P-Pocket.” Jongup panted, slipping his fingers out with a grimace.
Kris reached for the discarded pants and grinned at the Extra Large title on the front. He slid it over his cock and lifted the boneless boy back up to his lap. “Tired on me already and I haven’t even started?” He grinned cockily. “I have that effect on people.”
Snorting, Jongup grabbed his length, a little tighter than was comfortable, Kris thought with a wince, and gingerly sunk down on top of him, neither of them letting out the breaths they were holding until he was seated all the way on his lap.
“Fuck.” Kris hissed between his teeth. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone and it was very, very painfully obvious that Jongup hadn’t been with many at all. “Move.” He ordered, not sure he was going to be able to last as long as this deserved.
Jongup started moving, but it was too slow, too timidly and Kris had to stop himself from reaching up and digging his nails into those smooth hips. He wanted to see Jongup bouncing on him, needed his knees digging into his sides as his body grew tighter and tighter on top of him.
“I’m about to through you off and fuck you so fast we both come in five seconds.” He warned him, watching the flush spread down the other’s chest. “You wanted to be in charge, Jongup. Show me what you can do.”
The purr Jongup made when he swiveled his hips and hit him right where he needed went straight through Kris’s body and down to his dick where it twitched and felt like it grew unbelievably harder. This spurned Jongup on, the younger boy finally taking over and pressing his palms against Kris’s chest as he undulated over him, hips jerking and body shaking with every pass.
“Good boy.” Kris murmured, running his fingers through Jongup’s sweaty brown hair. He pulled him down and slid his tongue inside Jongup’s open mouth, tasting the heat of his body and telling him how good he was doing.
Jongup shook his head and whimpered. His body started to grow slack and weak so Kris took over. Nails dug deep crescents into his skin as Kris pounded into his body, swallowing all of Jongup’s cries of his name.
He felt the small body tighten just before their stomachs were covered in Jongup’s release. The boy spasming around his already aching cock the only thing he needed to finish as he clawed at Jongup’s back until he was limp and trying to catch his breath back.
“Jesus.” Jongup rolled off him with an oomph and landed on the hard wooden floor next to him. “I just got paid to fuck you.”
He squealed when Kris reached over to pinch his side. “I don’t think they’ll accept that. We’re going to have to do an extra practice.”
Jongup turned to him with sleepy but satisfied eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stretched, one leg flopping over top of Kris’s thigh. “And what makes you think I have enough time to squeeze you in again?”
He snickered as Kris’s eyes darkened. “Let me take you out.” Kris blurted, ears turning red in embarrassment. “I mean, on a date. Go out with me.”
“Hmm… Maybe.” Jongup jumped to his feet and grabbed at his clothing. He wrinkled his nose at the dried liquid caking his chest and used Kris’s t-shirt to wipe it off. “If you can finish our lessons able to do both dances perfectly then I’ll think about it.”
Kris smiled as he pulled the dancer back down to sprawl on top of him. “Where are you going?” He whispered against his lips.
“We have a lesson to do. Or did you forget?”
He ignored the hands pushing on his chest to get up and snuggled the younger boy closer against him. “I think this one is pretty much shot. Might as well enjoy it while we can.”
“You’re going to be the reason I get fired.” Jongup bit playfully at his collarbone and gave up, curling into the larger body and sighing.
“At least you’re getting paid to work me out?” He suggested helpfully, hissing when the strong punch hit him right in his thigh.
“I hate you already.”
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Yixing watched his leader carefully as he strolled in, a smile on his face and whistling. “You wore protection at least, right?” He followed him into the bedroom even though Kris ignored the question. “You didn’t just sleep with him and leave, did you? Are you taking him on a date? Did he tell you he liked you?” The door was slammed in his face and he pouted, putting his hands on his hips. “At least promise me you will try to fall in love with him!”
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A/N I wrote this entire story today and I refuse to read through it because I'll regret everything.
Rated: M
Length: 4.2K
The steps Yixing were doing were complicated, complete with some sort of twist and body roll and then he kicked his feet out and Kris’s vision swam in his head. Dancing was the one part of being an idol that he couldn’t handle, could never quite get the hang of.
Yixing tried to help him, Jongin volunteered for lessons, even the two of them together gave Kris tips and tricks on how to get the moves down. Nothing seemed to work and Kris was starting to get a complex over it. Even their manager was growing aggravated at his lack of improvement.
“You need a better teacher.” He finally decided after watching Kris stumble and fall for the third time during practice. “Yixing isn’t used to teaching. We need to find you someone that’s well-known for giving lessons. Maybe a fresh start with someone new will help you.”
Kris didn’t agree. Nothing could stop him from tripping over his over-sized feet or bumping into the other members during routines. He opened his mouth to argue when his manager gave him the death glare that they had come to know as the “oh fuck, shit is about to go down” face.
“It’s not just for you, Kris. Think about the rest of your members and their chances of success with a member who ruins their routines every time.” He knew he had him when Kris’s face dropped and his shoulders hunched inwards. "It's for the greater good, Kris.”
So that was how he ended up on the street heading uptown towards a private dance studio that his manager had declared the best in the city. “Everyone says this is the best place to go for private lessons. You’ll learn a lot more if you’re alone and have no distractions.”
That was exactly the problem, Kris screamed in his head when he walked in to the small studio and saw the tiny half-dressed thing that he was supposed to be alone with for the next two hours.
“Hi!” The bright-eyed boy bounced over to him and clapped his hands together excitedly. “You must be Kris-hyung, I’m so happy to meet you!” He stepped back to take a clear look at Kris, circling him like a hawk. “You’re tall for an idol in a dance group. That must be your problem. You’re trying to watch the smaller boys do the moves and it’s not working because you need to learn them to fit your body size.”
Kris watched him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He didn’t even know this boy’s name and already he was being bossed around like no one in the dorms ever dared to do to him. He may not have been the oldest member of the group, but he was so large they all still treated him respectfully.
“You’re my teacher?” He finally breathed out, interrupting the probing eyes and wandering hands that were trying to judge how large he was.
“Oh!” It was adorable how big those tiny eyes got at his question. “I didn’t tell you my name! I’m Jongup.” His new teacher gave him a short bow and wrinkled his nose in embarrassment. “Most students ask for me personally so I’m not used to having someone new come in.”
He motioned towards the center of the room and walked off, the sway of his ass in his dark gray athletic shorts mesmerizing Kris until he snapped out of it and followed.
“Your manager sent me over videos of the dances you’re having trouble with so I think I know how to help you.” Jongup turned the stereo on and Kris heard the starting music to the dance he hated the most. When he saw the grimace in the reflection of the mirrors, Jongup smiled gently. “Don’t worry, this first time I’ll be the one dancing and you can be my teacher. Tell me if I’m doing it the right way and we’ll work from there.
He started the dance with sharp precision that Kris had never seen before. Not even Yixing and Jongin, their two best dancers, had ever danced like this. Of course it could be because Kris had never watched them this closely before. Jongup nailed every single step of the dance even though he had to have only started learning it a few days earlier. No wonder everyone had pointed them to this studio above all the others.
“Did I do it right?” Jongup’s innocent voice brought him back to reality and Kris took a staggered breath when he saw the thin layer of sweat gleaming across the shoulders and collarbones exposed under his black tank top.
“Y-Yeah.” He swallowed and forced himself to come back to reality.
Jongup moved to stand against the mirror, pulling the stereo remote out of his pocket. “Now I want to watch you perform it. That way I’ll know which moves you have the most problems with.”
Kris flushed with embarrassment as he took over the center spot in the floor. Jongup’s deep eyes were glued to his body as the music started and Kris prayed to whatever gods could hear him that he wouldn’t get hard in the middle of his lesson.
He refused to look at Jongup’s face while he stumbled through the moves, instead staring at his own reflection. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jongup lowering down to his haunches and he had to will the rush of heat traveling through his body away.
“Okay.” Jongup nodded and raised his arms over his head, twisting his body back and forth and sighing at the cracks it made. “We’ve got our work cut out for us. But don’t worry!” He added, seeing Kris’s crestfallen face. “It’s not near as hopeless as your manager made it out to be. I still think it’s just because you’re so tall that you have trouble doing the moves the same as everyone else. I think we can fix that.”
His grin was infectious and he soon had Kris smiling faintly back at him.
They worked hard for the next hour and a half and even Kris had to begrudgingly admit that he was seeing small improvements in the way he danced. It was still jerky and he still tripped a few times, but Jongup gave him so many little tips that by the last run-through he was able to perform the entire dance without one overwhelmingly large mistake.
“You’re doing so great, hyung!” Jongup squeezed his shoulder, thankfully not noticing the flinch Kris made when they touched. “I think another good long practice and we should be done with this dance and can start the next one.” He turned the music to a different artist, this one softer and slower. “Another one of your problems is how stiff you are. You need to start a winding down process after each practice. Just something that tells your body it can relax and recover for the day.” He sat on the floor and spread his legs apart. “Try to follow me.”
Kris did as he was told and reached his arms across his long legs, grunting with the effort.
“No, no, don’t force it.” He jolted as a warm body was suddenly pressed against his back, hands sliding down his arms and to his fingers. “You ease into it, hyung. If you can’t reach very far you just do the best you can and try to go a bit farther each time.” His breath was hot against Kris’s ear and he had to have heard Kris’s breathing pick up until he was close to panting. “All good things come to those who wait.”
Jongup’s body was gone and Kris was finally able to breathe normally again. He had a passing thought that the little minx was playing with him, but surely that wasn’t right. He was obviously a lot older than his teacher, was awkward and had replied crabbily on more than one occasion during their lesson.
“How close can you get to reaching your toes?”
He looked up into the mirror and choked at the sight of Jongup’s ass high in the air as he placed his hands flat onto the floor. Kris slowly slid his eyes to the left to see it in person and was that a wink Jongup gave him before he turned his face to the floor?
“Not very.” He rasped out, lumbering to his feet and thanking the heavens that at least in this position his now very painful boner was hidden from view.
“I want you stretching out after every practice from now on. Stop when you feel your muscles start to hurt. Overdoing it can cause more problems.” Jongup lifted the bottom of his shirt up to wipe across his glistening face and Kris caught the deep abominable muscles across his stomach. “Keep pushing your body a little more each time. When we meet next week I want to see your palms flat on the floor, okay?”
He muttered a reply and rushed to grab his bag. What he needed right now was a very, very cold shower and a tall glass of Tao’s dinner shakes because nothing took you mind off of life more than the disgusting combination of spinach, wheat grass and carrots.
“Hyung?” He had almost made it out of the room when Jongup’s quiet voice stopped him. Barely turning around, he raised an eyebrow in reply. “I’m glad I get to be your teacher. I hope by the end of our lessons that I’ve taught you lots of exciting, new things.”
Kris’s mouth went dry at the suggestive words and all he could do was nod and hurry out of the building into the cold winter air of the streets. The rational side of his brain told him that Jongup was a great teacher and he really couldn’t fuck this up. Not just for his own sake, but also because of the eleven other boys that depended on him to keep his cool and stay strong for them.
But the irrational side wanted to pull Jongup astride his hips and make that soft, breathy voice ragged with need.
Fuck the cold shower, he need a dip in the Arctic.
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“Your dancing has been really good the last week.” Yixing slid into the seat across from him at the table and smiled encouragingly. “We’ve all been able to see improvement. Your teacher must be very good.”
Kris choked on his steamed bun and gave him a nod. “He’s okay.”
Yixing sat back and narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friend’s red cheeks and firmly set mouth. A sly grin spread across his lips. “You have a thing for your teacher?” He covered up the giggle in his throat with his palm. “You’re shameless! Wait until Luhan hears about this!”
A groan sounded as Kris dropped his head in his hands. “You haven’t seen him, Xing. He’s like a tiny little Greek god or something. All tan and shiny and I’m pretty sure he could kill a man inside of his thighs.”
The laughter across the table was no so loud that Kris was worried the rest of the members would come to see what was happening.
“Oh god, Kris.” Yixing wiped his eyes and tried to look serious for a moment. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you interested in someone. I’m not making fun of you, I promise. You just surprised me.” He reached across the table and stroked his leader’s nape gently. “Do you want to ask about getting a new teacher? Is it going to make tomorrow’s practice awkward?”
“Making me dance is always awkward. It doesn’t matter who it’s with.” Kris whined and leaned further into Yixing’s palm. “He calls me hyung.”
“So do the rest of the boys.”
Kris shook his head. “But it doesn’t sound like this. His voice is so soft and when he smiles at me his whole face scrunches up and he has a freckle right on top of his nose and he’s teasing me, Xing. He fucking plays with me like a toy and I don’t know if he wants anything from it or if he’s just trying to watch me squirm.” He slammed his head against the table with every world. “Want.” Slam “To.” Slam “Fuck.” Slam “Him.” Slam
Yixing rolled his eyes and placed his hand between Kris’s forehead and the hard table so that he wouldn’t hurt himself even more. “Then flirt back. If he responds then he’s interested. If he acts like he’s uncomfortable then you’ll know he’s just a little asshole who likes messing with people.”
“I have a month of lessons with him. I don’t want to make things weird.”
“Trust me, if you have to act like this for another month then things will definitely get weird. Either sleep with him and get it over with or realize it’s never going to happen and get over it and buy some porn magazines. Either way sexually frustrated Kris goes away and everyone’s happy.”
He didn’t think a few porn magazines would satisfy him, but he didn’t want to tell his still semi-innocent friend that. To Yixing, sex meant love and he was always confused with the members didn’t treat it as special. But at least he was trying to help.
“And for the love of god, stop touching yourself when you think I’m asleep at night. You’re going to give me nightmares.”
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Jongup was waiting for him when he showed up at the studio the next day. He could hear the bass booming through the hallway and shaking the walls as he headed towards their room.
He carefully cracked the door open and dropped his bag to the floor with a gasp as he watched the smaller boy move across the floor to the beat of the song. His eyes were closed and his chest was bare and shining with long trails of sweat rolling down it. Kris’s mouth dropped open and he didn’t have the strength to interrupt his instructor to tell him he was there, all he could do was watch.
The song finally ended and Jongup stood in the center of the floor panting as he caught his breath, chest rapidly rising up and down and hair sticking to his forehead.
“Hello hyung.”
The damned voice that he had been having fantasies about all week spoke up quietly into the silent room and Kris jumped backwards in shock.
“I think that dance is a little too much for you right now.” Jongup cocked his head to the side and licked across his already wet bottom lip. “But I can always show you more if you enjoyed the show.”
Kris knew for a fact now that Jongup was playing some sort of game with him. He wasn’t sure what it was or where it was going but he couldn’t ignore the twinkle in the other boy’s eyes anymore.
“It was okay.” He shrugged, closing the door behind him and throwing his bag off to the side. “Nothing beats my friend Yixing though. He’s the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”
As expected, his careless words made Jongup falter for a moment before he swiftly recovered his composure. “That’s odd. Your manager told me none of the other members were good enough to teach you.”
Well damn.
“Well Yixing had been trying to teach me for a while.” He forced a regretful expression on his face and refused to look at the other boy. “But we played around so much that nothing really got done during our practices.”
“Played around?” Jongup’s voice tightened ever so slightly. “What exactly does playing around pertain to while dancing?”
Kris pretended not to hear as he pulled his hoodie over his head and joined Jongup in front of the mirrors. “Are you ready to start?”
His teacher’s face was scarily calm as he nodded and switched the song to Kris’s music. They went through the dance two times before Jongup stopped the music and frowned. “You’re not doing the body roll right.”
He was doing it the exact same way as last week and Kris knew it.
“Here.” Jongup positioned himself in front of Kris and molded their bodies together. “Follow me.”
Kris couldn’t do anything, the plan for friendly aloofness flying far from his brain as Jongup rolled his body flat against Kris’s.
“You’re supposed to do it, too.” Jongup reached his arm up behind him to wrap tightly around Kris’s neck, the other arm grabbing his hand and putting it flat on his hip.
The image of the two of them against each other in the mirror caused a tiny hiss to come out of Kris’s lips, the sound caught if the smirk on Jongup’s lips was any indication. His chest was still sweat-drenched and bare and his black track pants did nothing to hide the way his cock was straining against them.
Kris couldn’t take it anymore and buried his face in Jongup’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and soap that lingered on his skin. He brought his other arm forward and pressed his palm flat against the tight muscles of his abdomen.
“We’re not going to practice today, are we hyung?”
He muttered out a no before biting his teeth down across the soft skin of Jongup’s shoulder, reeling at the loud squeak it earned him. “How old are you?” He realized that with the boy’s baby face this could potentially be illegal and then he discovered he didn’t even give a flying fuck.
“Eighteen.” Jongup replied with a laugh. “Legal.” Fingers danced across Jongup’s tightly clenched stomach and smoothed across the hem of his pants. “I thought for sure I would have broken you by the end of your first lesson.”
Kris growled and jerked him backwards, grinding Jongup’s hips against him. “You underestimated my self-control.”
Jongup let out a croaking laugh and spun around, shoving Kris back into the mirror. “I guess you proved me wrong.” His hands scrambled at the bottom of Kris’s t-shirt and yanked it up his body until Kris grabbed it and pulled it over his head. “I’m okay with that.”
There was no more speaking as Jongup flattened his body against his and pulled Kris’s head downwards to meet his own, teeth cracking together as they figured out how to work around their height differences. With an annoyed whoosh of breath, Jongup bit down on Kris’s lip and scratched his nails down his sides. “You’re too tall.”
“Maybe.” Kris picked him up and turned so that Jongup’s back was now against the cold mirror, a cry leaving his lips and legs tightening around his waist. “Or you’re just fun-sized.”
He could feel Jongup trying to jerk against him but he held him still with his large hands, ignoring the pained lament he made. “Patience is a virtue, Jongup.”
“Don’t use my words against me.” Kris’s hair was suddenly yanked and a mouth was latched onto his Adam’s apple, sucking the thin skin into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.
Jongup pushed himself off and landed on his feet before shoving Kris to the floor with a shove, straddling his thighs. “How do you wanna fuck me, hyung?” He tilted his head and smiled innocently. His hand covered his own erection and he moaned as his palm started to rub himself against the thin material. “You gonna bend me over?” Letting go of himself he leaned over Kris’s frozen body and lapped delicately at his lips. “Gonna fuck me against the mirror, hyung?” Kris would never get used to the gently way his name sounded coming out of those swollen lips. “Want me to ride you?”
“Yes.” He blurted, dick throbbing at the mental image of Jongup fucking himself deep on top of him.
Lips smiled against his own and Jongup nodded. “Okay.” He grabbed Kris’s pants and pushed them down to his knees, shoving the boxers down as he went. His eyes flashed with apprehension as Kris’s cock swung up into the air. “Glad I brought lube.”
“You planned this, didn’t you, you little shit.” Kris arched off the ground and groaned at the wet stripe licked up his achingly hard flesh. “I hope I tear you apart.”
Jongup laughed, teeth nipping at his inner thighs as he worked the rest of his clothes off. “That’s what I’m hoping for, too.” He sat up on his legs and smiled. “Do you want to do the honors or you want to watch?”
Kris licked his dry lips and stammered out a reply. “W-Watch.”
The bottle was clicked open and Jongup slicked up his fingers before leaning back and bracing himself with one hand on Kris’s calf. “Am I going to have to do all of the work here, hyung?” His eyes fluttered as the first digit entered, slowly and carefully. “You’re lucky I get off on that.” Fat bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he rolled his body, trying to quickly get used to the intrusion so he could add another.
Kris’s palms traveled up his firm thighs and slim hips, all the way up to tug the lip out of his teeth before he broke skin. Jongup’s tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking them inside his lips and moaning as he slipped the second digit into himself. Kris jerked his hand away and slid it between the trembling thighs, slipping his long middle finger in between Jongup’s smaller ones.
The sound the other boy made was a cross between a wail and a scream as Kris reached further than he ever could on his own, fingertip finding exactly the right spot to turn Jongup into a withering, shaking mess from his touch.
“You sure you want to do all the work?” Kris laughed at the weak hit Jongup aimed at his chest. He could watch him fuck himself on their fingers for hours, but if he didn’t get inside of him soon then he was going to release without even being touched and he wasn’t fourteen anymore dammit. “Condom?”
“P-Pocket.” Jongup panted, slipping his fingers out with a grimace.
Kris reached for the discarded pants and grinned at the Extra Large title on the front. He slid it over his cock and lifted the boneless boy back up to his lap. “Tired on me already and I haven’t even started?” He grinned cockily. “I have that effect on people.”
Snorting, Jongup grabbed his length, a little tighter than was comfortable, Kris thought with a wince, and gingerly sunk down on top of him, neither of them letting out the breaths they were holding until he was seated all the way on his lap.
“Fuck.” Kris hissed between his teeth. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone and it was very, very painfully obvious that Jongup hadn’t been with many at all. “Move.” He ordered, not sure he was going to be able to last as long as this deserved.
Jongup started moving, but it was too slow, too timidly and Kris had to stop himself from reaching up and digging his nails into those smooth hips. He wanted to see Jongup bouncing on him, needed his knees digging into his sides as his body grew tighter and tighter on top of him.
“I’m about to through you off and fuck you so fast we both come in five seconds.” He warned him, watching the flush spread down the other’s chest. “You wanted to be in charge, Jongup. Show me what you can do.”
The purr Jongup made when he swiveled his hips and hit him right where he needed went straight through Kris’s body and down to his dick where it twitched and felt like it grew unbelievably harder. This spurned Jongup on, the younger boy finally taking over and pressing his palms against Kris’s chest as he undulated over him, hips jerking and body shaking with every pass.
“Good boy.” Kris murmured, running his fingers through Jongup’s sweaty brown hair. He pulled him down and slid his tongue inside Jongup’s open mouth, tasting the heat of his body and telling him how good he was doing.
Jongup shook his head and whimpered. His body started to grow slack and weak so Kris took over. Nails dug deep crescents into his skin as Kris pounded into his body, swallowing all of Jongup’s cries of his name.
He felt the small body tighten just before their stomachs were covered in Jongup’s release. The boy spasming around his already aching cock the only thing he needed to finish as he clawed at Jongup’s back until he was limp and trying to catch his breath back.
“Jesus.” Jongup rolled off him with an oomph and landed on the hard wooden floor next to him. “I just got paid to fuck you.”
He squealed when Kris reached over to pinch his side. “I don’t think they’ll accept that. We’re going to have to do an extra practice.”
Jongup turned to him with sleepy but satisfied eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stretched, one leg flopping over top of Kris’s thigh. “And what makes you think I have enough time to squeeze you in again?”
He snickered as Kris’s eyes darkened. “Let me take you out.” Kris blurted, ears turning red in embarrassment. “I mean, on a date. Go out with me.”
“Hmm… Maybe.” Jongup jumped to his feet and grabbed at his clothing. He wrinkled his nose at the dried liquid caking his chest and used Kris’s t-shirt to wipe it off. “If you can finish our lessons able to do both dances perfectly then I’ll think about it.”
Kris smiled as he pulled the dancer back down to sprawl on top of him. “Where are you going?” He whispered against his lips.
“We have a lesson to do. Or did you forget?”
He ignored the hands pushing on his chest to get up and snuggled the younger boy closer against him. “I think this one is pretty much shot. Might as well enjoy it while we can.”
“You’re going to be the reason I get fired.” Jongup bit playfully at his collarbone and gave up, curling into the larger body and sighing.
“At least you’re getting paid to work me out?” He suggested helpfully, hissing when the strong punch hit him right in his thigh.
“I hate you already.”
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Yixing watched his leader carefully as he strolled in, a smile on his face and whistling. “You wore protection at least, right?” He followed him into the bedroom even though Kris ignored the question. “You didn’t just sleep with him and leave, did you? Are you taking him on a date? Did he tell you he liked you?” The door was slammed in his face and he pouted, putting his hands on his hips. “At least promise me you will try to fall in love with him!”
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A/N I wrote this entire story today and I refuse to read through it because I'll regret everything.