Lighter Fluid
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun likes the cold too much and Jaejoong needs to keep warm
The thing with rooming with Yoochun is that despite the rapid decline of the temperature outside due to the coming winter his thermostat in the room still remains completely set on freezing over hell. Jaejoong learns early on (a month into living with him) that a one degree difference results in fights that are just not worth the effort and sanity to undergo.
When dealing with band members, battles are carefully chosen.
When dealing with Yoochun war tactics and rendered useless.
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Of course moving out has solved this issue where Jaejoong has full control over the thermostat and he no longer needs two fleece blankets under his comforter for heat. Funnily enough, he finds himself setting the temperature a little lower (not as much as Yoochun but still colder than usual) during the oddest nights.
Touring though brings back old dorming habits acquired from years of living too closely in each other’s spaces. They don’t always get separate rooms and most of the time they shuffle around to see who gets to room with who. Junsu’s seems to have outsmarted them and places it in his contract to always be placed in a non-smoking floor. So Jaejoong and Yoochun are left together most times in a room with (hopefully) two beds (and that one time there was a mishap and they did have to sleep on one cramped bed)
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Jaejoong hears the beeping sound of the room control and and turns to find Yoochun rapidly pressing the down button. He himself is dressed in sweats with a hoodie while the other simply dons on his boxers and a thin tank top and he briefly wonders at the paradox.
“Jesus, fucking Christ Yoochun any lower and I’ll send you over to live with the polar bears.” He jests, trying to drown in comforter heaven and rubbing his feet together under.
Yoochun spares him a glance, “Excuse you, you’re the one looking like a bear about to hibernate underneath an igloo or something.” he steps over the other bed, tossing away the comforter on the floor, slides himself in the thin sheets.
The older one makes a face at him, “Fine, fine- you can have my duvet.” as a peace treaty he tosses the crumpled cover to the other bed. Yoochun turns of the lights and turns his back away from the bed.
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Sleep would be something nice to have at this moment but Jaejoong finds that he cannot, not rooming with Yoochun for years have made his skin sensitive to the cold and he finds himself still trying to find heat under the double covers. On the other hand he hears the other one’s light snoring, he knows Yoochun had just fallen asleep but not totally. He thinks in an hour or so when he finally does go into deep slumber he may be able to tinker the temperature so he settles for tossing around, trying to wrap himself in a cocoon as much as possible.
His rustling around is backfires as light suddenly floods in the room, “Hyung, please I’m trying to sleep” has the younger sitting up with hair a bit bent from his earlier sleeping position.
“Well, I can’t you fucktard I feel like I’m in the freezer department! It’s too fucking cold I’m gonna turn into a popsicle!” he says with bite. Really, this coldness is about to give him a scratchy throat which on a tour is very bad news.
“What? Now you’re being an old man, getting cold too easily.”
“Fuck that, if you’re not willing to raise the temperature then scoot over!”
Jaejoong scrambles and leaps to the other bed, placing himself and his cocoon under Yoochun’s blanket. If he expects a lot more fight from the other he doesn’t get it, the light is simply turned off and Yoochun plops down beside him with no argument. Jaejoong follows suit and closes his eyes to sleep.
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Sleeping beside someone provides Jaejoong with body heat and he finds himself shedding the self-imposed cocoon and simply moving closer to Yoochun. By now the other’s shirt had ridden up exposing white skin and under the moonlight Jaejoong finds himself tracing the jutting hipbones with his eyes. With that he finds himself heating up in a different manner all together.
They’ve fooled around, countless of times especially when they were all under one roof. It was too easy to do so. Now that they’ve separated the need to be physical slowly dissipated just because they weren’t there. And after years, he finds himself missing this kind of contact and possibly craving it. He has not been in such close proximity with Yoochun for a while and in such an intimate setting that it almost excites him.
The devil is tempting him and he won’t hesitate to bite into that apple.
He licks his lips, and he can almost sense the familiar taste his tongue had memorised not too long ago. With his hands he slowly caresses the exposed skin his cold hands instantly igniting with the warmth of Yoochun’s taut stomach. He doesn’t really know where to dart his hands to, upward to his chest or down to his boxers but all he can think of now is how his hands are too icy and he needs to warm them up. Yoochun stirs a little with the cold touch but Jaejoong knows that it won’t be enough to rouse him. But he needs him awake for this one, so he holds his dongseang’s face with his cold hands, inching his face closer until his icy lips touches skin.
Yoochun panics for a moment grabbing, his wrist and in disorientation swats it away, sitting up to look into Jaejoong still lying down beside him. There’s a glint in his eyes that he recognises but doesn’t want to acknowledge yet so he asks, “What are you doing?” his voice a whisper. Jaejoong sits up as well and continues with his ministrations, his fingers tracing the features of Yoochun’s warm face.
“I miss you.” He simply states, sliding his finger towards the lips, tracing it with his thumb. He leans in, eyes trained on Yoochun’s gauging his reaction and when he closes his eyes in response he presses their lips together. It’s a closed mouth kiss and too chaste, so unlike them but they haven’t done this in a while and there is still uncertainty hanging in the air.
Yoochun holds his hands against his face, unlike his are already heated and draws him in again, he finds that kissing Jaejoong is like riding a bike all over again. You don’t really lose the muscle memory of it and the body knows exactly what it’s doing.
Jaejoong pushes him back down again to the bed, covering them in the blanket, he feels his tongue carving out the familiar in Yoochun’s mouth, like a well rehearsed dance ingrained. Like steps practised over and over again to perfection down to each beat. When they part for air he feels the mouth against his ears tugging at his lobes whispering, “I miss you too.”
With that Jaejoong loses it and decides he won’t just bite into that apple, he’s going to fucking devour it.
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They hapharzadly discard their clothing, tossing piece by piece only to be interrupted by tugging and nipping at each unveiled expanse of skin exposed. Yoochun loses his tank top first- not even completely over his head when Jaejooong tackles him down to bite at his collarbones, nipping on bone. “Fu-uck, hyung, wait” grabbing on blonde hair trying to push him away to remove the top completely. Jaejoong simply ignore the request and laps at skin, going over his nipples and licking them first before pulling away to help remove clothing.
Yoochun clumsily tries to undo his hoodie but with the older man necking him to leave bruises it takes more time than usual to pull down the zipper. He breathes a sigh of relief to find that there is nothing underneath and just contacts skin. His hands roaming and feeling the familiar yet different body he used to know like the back of his hand. He grazes at his nipples and Jaejoong lets out a sigh on the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
His hands going downwards, gravitating towards the heat. He settles his hands over the older’s hips, teasing a little, inching his fingers closer, slowly pulling at his sweats. Jaejoong feels the anticipation already but he knows there’s no real rush so instead he languidly captures the other’s mouth once again. Tasting something he had clearly missed and trying to make up for it all at once.
Yoochun pulls him in closer, hands still on his pants, tugging close before trying to push Jaejong off the bed to stand. Trying not to part with one another he leans one knee on the bed and his other foot on the floor standing over. Yoochun reluctantly ends the kiss and pulls at Jaejoong’s pants instead, not even pulling it all the way down but exposes him nonetheless. Yoochun kisses and licks at his stomach first, idly tracing the tattoo situated there before slowly moving downwards. Jaejoong finds himself hitching his breathe and pulls Chunnie’s hair with one hand directing him further down.
Yoochun's hands are warm when he finally holds him, stroking him slowly a few times with both hands as he looks up at Jaejoong, asking for permission. He sees the other swallow and feels the hands on his hair tightening the grip before he takes him and tastes. He hasn’t done this in a while and it adjusts himself a few times before he catches a rhythm, feeling the weight of the cock on his tongue. He tries to remember how Jaejoong used to want it, changing his pace every now and then, listening for the low grumble his voice makes as a cue.
“Shit, Chunnie- just, ju-ust like that” his eyes fixated on his pink, pink lips surrounding his cock, head bobbing to take him in, his fingers working the length as well. He pulls away a bit, watching the trail of saliva that leaves, tongue darting to lick swollen lips before Yoochun grabs his other hand, directing it to his head and looks up to Jaejoong through his lashes. He gives control over the elder and relaxes his throat as Jaejoong pounds into his mouth, trying to hit that spot at the back. He moans at the back of his throat, sends vibrations on his shaft and Jaejoong tries hard not to come right there, holding the base to stop himself and pulls away completely.
He pushes Yoochun back on the bed, kissing him briefly before working his way down. His chest to his stomach, down the line below his navel- he stops at his hips and places kisses at the jut, nibbling and sucking making sure to leave marks as evidence. He feels the heat of his arousal and cops a feel between his clothed erection. Yoochun is lazily tracing the tattoo on his back with his fingertips, gentle touches but laboured breathing tell him to hurry. He creates friction between the cloth as he squeezes it between his palms, still adamant on marking his territory on his hips. If only he wants to hear the other whine for more but even he knows he’s not patient enough for that.
He shimmies out of his sweats off completely first tossing it somewhere before pulling of Yoochun’s boxers, aligns himself skin on skin. Finds that he can’t stop touching and doesn’t want himself to stop anytime soon. Yoochun squeezes his ass, pushing him closer if possible, hips rising to meet his, cocks scraping with little contact but enough to ignite. Yoochun holds his hand again guiding him in-between his legs, wanting to be held and he complies. Tugging slowly, he feels it harden with his touch. Yoochun captures his lips again and again, sighing as he picks up the pace a little faster now, his own erection settling between Yoochun’s welcoming heat.
“Pl-please, hyung, inside, j-ust- I want yo-u.” he gasps, breathing coming short and feeling way too much and Jaejoong relishes at the sights and sound. Yoochun completely open, a sheen of sweat on his stomach, flushed cheeks and neck- marks on his hips, cock hard against his stomach. Lustful, sinful- in the way his body now splayed, presenting himself eagerly. The cold air does nothing to fire on the bed right now, it wasn’t going to get extinguished soon.
Jaejoong grabs the hotel kit on the bar, convenient he thinks and unboxes it’s content and quickly tries undoing the cap of the lube before tossing everything else somewhere. He hovers over, and kisses him a long time before finally just snapping the cap and pouring the lube on his fingers, droplets landing on Yoochun’s stomach and some on the sheets making him chuckle. He settles in-between his legs seizes Yoochun’s arousal again with his tongue and hand trying to make him relax more. It’s been a while he thinks and he needs to take it slow.
He pushes a finger in slowly, amazed by the tight heat, curling it and feeling it embrace his digit. Yoochun sighs contently above him, opening up more and takes this as a go signal to add another finger in. Going by the same motion, curling it and searching for a that spot. He hears a bit of panting and distracts by taking him deeper in his mouth, letting him thrust into him all the while pushing in him at the same time. He gasps and grabs his hair and Jaejoong lets him go with a pop, other hand pushing his hips down while letting his fingers explore. There's heavy panting and between them it's a language in itself completely understood.
He adds more lube and jams three of his fingers, the tight, tight heat enveloping him makes his cock twitch in excitement. Yoochun inviting him in with each pant and roll of hips.He plays a bit more with the pace, climbing on top finally before pulling out his fingers. He positions himself, pours cold liquid before pushing in the heat of Yoochun's body: it’s more glorious than he remembers and he can’t help moaning loudly.
Waiting for Yoochun’s breath to even out, he holds his hips and starts slow shallow thrusts. Underneath, Yoochun grasps at the headboard trying to find leverage and when he does starts pushing back eagerly. “Fuck-ing good Chun-ah, shit- ah god” Jaejoong searches for skin to nip and suck, hips moving at it’s own accord, deeper now. Yoochun props his feet up, rolling his hips in cadence- meeting each thrust and taking it, pushing Jaejoong closer to him until there skins slide and create friction.
Holding behind the knee, he pushes one of Yoochun’s legs higher, angling his thrust that has the man under him moaning, nails digging into shoulder leaving half-moons. “Shit, shit, hyung, hyung- fu-CK” keeps him going, pounding on him, bending him to breaking before pulling out abruptly causing a whine to escape Yoochun’s lips in disappointment.
“Come here” he coaxes, pulling back and taking Yoochun with him switching their positions. With him lying back down, he positions Yoochun’s legs on either side guiding his hips as he lowers him down. The wetness he feels slicking his cock teasing before Yoochun impales himself again, his back arched lips in a perfect ‘O’ as the new position hits him dead on. Jaejoong guides his hips slowly, moving him forward and backward and then in circles, feeling Yoochun tremble around him a little. Hands grab his chest for support and he licks at his lips watching Yoochun bounce on his lap, taking him all in watching himself appear and disappear with each movement. Yoochun clenches around him with every thrust, going faster and faster in pace. Jaejoong grabs the neglected cock between his hands, pumps it rhythmically that has the other mewling on top.
He feels sweat on his head, his body creating fire and flames licking at his insides but watching his dongseang, his Chunnie unravelling in front of him sets up explosions in his chest. He wants to see the other completely gone setting ablaze their bodies to ignite until they burn down. He thrusts up to take him deeper, meeting his hips with each movement all while letting Yoochun dictate the angle. When he finds just the right spot he lets out a loud moan and Jaejoong aims at that spot over and over, stroking his cock to match each thrust. It doesn’t take too long until it starts to falter and he feels it with the way Yoochun milks him from the inside, his walls clenching sending reverberations through his cock. He comes on his hands, some going to his chest landing on his neck and droplets on his lips. He tastes it eagerly and it starts setting him off the edge.
Grabbing Yoochun’s hips he thrusts into him, feet anchored on the mattress as he pounds into him harder, faster trying to reach his own release. Yoochun trying to aid him, clenches onto him, his body though pliant trying to help him reach his orgasm. “Come, inside hyung, come” he hears his dongseang say, voice lower and raspy from abuse. Hips still trying to roll to meet his needs and he does, he unravels and explodes inside his Chunnie, his orgasm milking him to the bone takes him so high and he almost blacks out.
“Mmm, it’s so warm hyung” he hears when he finally comes back to his senses, Yoochun still on him- fingers sweeping his bangs out from his eyes. He sighs contently as he feels Yoochun still moving his hips, sensations tingling up his spine.He catches the fingers on his lips and kisses each one offering a smile.
He gets a peck in the lips in return before he feels Yoochun shift up, letting him all go slowly, he pulls from under and watches the cum dribble down his milky thighs. He moves looking for a dry spot and signals for Yoochun to lay with him, complying with a smirk he settles on his chest facing him, kissing his chin.
His hands settle at the small of Yoochun's back grazing the tattoo yet teasing the tight heat once in a while with his fingers. He hears the younger one sighing while pushing back at his ministrations. He lets out an airy chuckle settling his fingers inside trying to find the heat all over again. With Yoochun sighing in his ear and breathe on his neck he smirks well pleased as he shifts impossibly closer.
“So, now that you’re all heated up can we turn the thermostat lower?”
Yoochun looks at him sneering but his eyes half-closed, breath shallowing yet playful mirth always present and Jaejoong laughs easily. Jaejoong rearranges them easily capturing Yoochun's lips again, mapping out new routes and carving himself against wet tongue.
“Only if you heat me up again.”
And the they start making fire again.
“My pleasure.”
Jaejoong knows even if this cold freezes hell over they can set it ablaze over and over again anyway.
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A/N:
Hi! Sometimes I like to rise up from the grave.
Inspired by 3 things: 1. The fact that even though my feet are cold I still sleep with the fan on and window open 2. Staying over at Las Vegas a couple of months ago and laughing at the "safe sex kit" provided at the mini bar in my room with 3. Sleeping that night only to be interrupted by really, really REALLY loud sex from a couple next door (and I changed hotels the next day because of that)
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun likes the cold too much and Jaejoong needs to keep warm
The thing with rooming with Yoochun is that despite the rapid decline of the temperature outside due to the coming winter his thermostat in the room still remains completely set on freezing over hell. Jaejoong learns early on (a month into living with him) that a one degree difference results in fights that are just not worth the effort and sanity to undergo.
When dealing with band members, battles are carefully chosen.
When dealing with Yoochun war tactics and rendered useless.
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Of course moving out has solved this issue where Jaejoong has full control over the thermostat and he no longer needs two fleece blankets under his comforter for heat. Funnily enough, he finds himself setting the temperature a little lower (not as much as Yoochun but still colder than usual) during the oddest nights.
Touring though brings back old dorming habits acquired from years of living too closely in each other’s spaces. They don’t always get separate rooms and most of the time they shuffle around to see who gets to room with who. Junsu’s seems to have outsmarted them and places it in his contract to always be placed in a non-smoking floor. So Jaejoong and Yoochun are left together most times in a room with (hopefully) two beds (and that one time there was a mishap and they did have to sleep on one cramped bed)
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Jaejoong hears the beeping sound of the room control and and turns to find Yoochun rapidly pressing the down button. He himself is dressed in sweats with a hoodie while the other simply dons on his boxers and a thin tank top and he briefly wonders at the paradox.
“Jesus, fucking Christ Yoochun any lower and I’ll send you over to live with the polar bears.” He jests, trying to drown in comforter heaven and rubbing his feet together under.
Yoochun spares him a glance, “Excuse you, you’re the one looking like a bear about to hibernate underneath an igloo or something.” he steps over the other bed, tossing away the comforter on the floor, slides himself in the thin sheets.
The older one makes a face at him, “Fine, fine- you can have my duvet.” as a peace treaty he tosses the crumpled cover to the other bed. Yoochun turns of the lights and turns his back away from the bed.
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Sleep would be something nice to have at this moment but Jaejoong finds that he cannot, not rooming with Yoochun for years have made his skin sensitive to the cold and he finds himself still trying to find heat under the double covers. On the other hand he hears the other one’s light snoring, he knows Yoochun had just fallen asleep but not totally. He thinks in an hour or so when he finally does go into deep slumber he may be able to tinker the temperature so he settles for tossing around, trying to wrap himself in a cocoon as much as possible.
His rustling around is backfires as light suddenly floods in the room, “Hyung, please I’m trying to sleep” has the younger sitting up with hair a bit bent from his earlier sleeping position.
“Well, I can’t you fucktard I feel like I’m in the freezer department! It’s too fucking cold I’m gonna turn into a popsicle!” he says with bite. Really, this coldness is about to give him a scratchy throat which on a tour is very bad news.
“What? Now you’re being an old man, getting cold too easily.”
“Fuck that, if you’re not willing to raise the temperature then scoot over!”
Jaejoong scrambles and leaps to the other bed, placing himself and his cocoon under Yoochun’s blanket. If he expects a lot more fight from the other he doesn’t get it, the light is simply turned off and Yoochun plops down beside him with no argument. Jaejoong follows suit and closes his eyes to sleep.
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Sleeping beside someone provides Jaejoong with body heat and he finds himself shedding the self-imposed cocoon and simply moving closer to Yoochun. By now the other’s shirt had ridden up exposing white skin and under the moonlight Jaejoong finds himself tracing the jutting hipbones with his eyes. With that he finds himself heating up in a different manner all together.
They’ve fooled around, countless of times especially when they were all under one roof. It was too easy to do so. Now that they’ve separated the need to be physical slowly dissipated just because they weren’t there. And after years, he finds himself missing this kind of contact and possibly craving it. He has not been in such close proximity with Yoochun for a while and in such an intimate setting that it almost excites him.
The devil is tempting him and he won’t hesitate to bite into that apple.
He licks his lips, and he can almost sense the familiar taste his tongue had memorised not too long ago. With his hands he slowly caresses the exposed skin his cold hands instantly igniting with the warmth of Yoochun’s taut stomach. He doesn’t really know where to dart his hands to, upward to his chest or down to his boxers but all he can think of now is how his hands are too icy and he needs to warm them up. Yoochun stirs a little with the cold touch but Jaejoong knows that it won’t be enough to rouse him. But he needs him awake for this one, so he holds his dongseang’s face with his cold hands, inching his face closer until his icy lips touches skin.
Yoochun panics for a moment grabbing, his wrist and in disorientation swats it away, sitting up to look into Jaejoong still lying down beside him. There’s a glint in his eyes that he recognises but doesn’t want to acknowledge yet so he asks, “What are you doing?” his voice a whisper. Jaejoong sits up as well and continues with his ministrations, his fingers tracing the features of Yoochun’s warm face.
“I miss you.” He simply states, sliding his finger towards the lips, tracing it with his thumb. He leans in, eyes trained on Yoochun’s gauging his reaction and when he closes his eyes in response he presses their lips together. It’s a closed mouth kiss and too chaste, so unlike them but they haven’t done this in a while and there is still uncertainty hanging in the air.
Yoochun holds his hands against his face, unlike his are already heated and draws him in again, he finds that kissing Jaejoong is like riding a bike all over again. You don’t really lose the muscle memory of it and the body knows exactly what it’s doing.
Jaejoong pushes him back down again to the bed, covering them in the blanket, he feels his tongue carving out the familiar in Yoochun’s mouth, like a well rehearsed dance ingrained. Like steps practised over and over again to perfection down to each beat. When they part for air he feels the mouth against his ears tugging at his lobes whispering, “I miss you too.”
With that Jaejoong loses it and decides he won’t just bite into that apple, he’s going to fucking devour it.
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They hapharzadly discard their clothing, tossing piece by piece only to be interrupted by tugging and nipping at each unveiled expanse of skin exposed. Yoochun loses his tank top first- not even completely over his head when Jaejooong tackles him down to bite at his collarbones, nipping on bone. “Fu-uck, hyung, wait” grabbing on blonde hair trying to push him away to remove the top completely. Jaejoong simply ignore the request and laps at skin, going over his nipples and licking them first before pulling away to help remove clothing.
Yoochun clumsily tries to undo his hoodie but with the older man necking him to leave bruises it takes more time than usual to pull down the zipper. He breathes a sigh of relief to find that there is nothing underneath and just contacts skin. His hands roaming and feeling the familiar yet different body he used to know like the back of his hand. He grazes at his nipples and Jaejoong lets out a sigh on the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
His hands going downwards, gravitating towards the heat. He settles his hands over the older’s hips, teasing a little, inching his fingers closer, slowly pulling at his sweats. Jaejoong feels the anticipation already but he knows there’s no real rush so instead he languidly captures the other’s mouth once again. Tasting something he had clearly missed and trying to make up for it all at once.
Yoochun pulls him in closer, hands still on his pants, tugging close before trying to push Jaejong off the bed to stand. Trying not to part with one another he leans one knee on the bed and his other foot on the floor standing over. Yoochun reluctantly ends the kiss and pulls at Jaejoong’s pants instead, not even pulling it all the way down but exposes him nonetheless. Yoochun kisses and licks at his stomach first, idly tracing the tattoo situated there before slowly moving downwards. Jaejoong finds himself hitching his breathe and pulls Chunnie’s hair with one hand directing him further down.
Yoochun's hands are warm when he finally holds him, stroking him slowly a few times with both hands as he looks up at Jaejoong, asking for permission. He sees the other swallow and feels the hands on his hair tightening the grip before he takes him and tastes. He hasn’t done this in a while and it adjusts himself a few times before he catches a rhythm, feeling the weight of the cock on his tongue. He tries to remember how Jaejoong used to want it, changing his pace every now and then, listening for the low grumble his voice makes as a cue.
“Shit, Chunnie- just, ju-ust like that” his eyes fixated on his pink, pink lips surrounding his cock, head bobbing to take him in, his fingers working the length as well. He pulls away a bit, watching the trail of saliva that leaves, tongue darting to lick swollen lips before Yoochun grabs his other hand, directing it to his head and looks up to Jaejoong through his lashes. He gives control over the elder and relaxes his throat as Jaejoong pounds into his mouth, trying to hit that spot at the back. He moans at the back of his throat, sends vibrations on his shaft and Jaejoong tries hard not to come right there, holding the base to stop himself and pulls away completely.
He pushes Yoochun back on the bed, kissing him briefly before working his way down. His chest to his stomach, down the line below his navel- he stops at his hips and places kisses at the jut, nibbling and sucking making sure to leave marks as evidence. He feels the heat of his arousal and cops a feel between his clothed erection. Yoochun is lazily tracing the tattoo on his back with his fingertips, gentle touches but laboured breathing tell him to hurry. He creates friction between the cloth as he squeezes it between his palms, still adamant on marking his territory on his hips. If only he wants to hear the other whine for more but even he knows he’s not patient enough for that.
He shimmies out of his sweats off completely first tossing it somewhere before pulling of Yoochun’s boxers, aligns himself skin on skin. Finds that he can’t stop touching and doesn’t want himself to stop anytime soon. Yoochun squeezes his ass, pushing him closer if possible, hips rising to meet his, cocks scraping with little contact but enough to ignite. Yoochun holds his hand again guiding him in-between his legs, wanting to be held and he complies. Tugging slowly, he feels it harden with his touch. Yoochun captures his lips again and again, sighing as he picks up the pace a little faster now, his own erection settling between Yoochun’s welcoming heat.
“Pl-please, hyung, inside, j-ust- I want yo-u.” he gasps, breathing coming short and feeling way too much and Jaejoong relishes at the sights and sound. Yoochun completely open, a sheen of sweat on his stomach, flushed cheeks and neck- marks on his hips, cock hard against his stomach. Lustful, sinful- in the way his body now splayed, presenting himself eagerly. The cold air does nothing to fire on the bed right now, it wasn’t going to get extinguished soon.
Jaejoong grabs the hotel kit on the bar, convenient he thinks and unboxes it’s content and quickly tries undoing the cap of the lube before tossing everything else somewhere. He hovers over, and kisses him a long time before finally just snapping the cap and pouring the lube on his fingers, droplets landing on Yoochun’s stomach and some on the sheets making him chuckle. He settles in-between his legs seizes Yoochun’s arousal again with his tongue and hand trying to make him relax more. It’s been a while he thinks and he needs to take it slow.
He pushes a finger in slowly, amazed by the tight heat, curling it and feeling it embrace his digit. Yoochun sighs contently above him, opening up more and takes this as a go signal to add another finger in. Going by the same motion, curling it and searching for a that spot. He hears a bit of panting and distracts by taking him deeper in his mouth, letting him thrust into him all the while pushing in him at the same time. He gasps and grabs his hair and Jaejoong lets him go with a pop, other hand pushing his hips down while letting his fingers explore. There's heavy panting and between them it's a language in itself completely understood.
He adds more lube and jams three of his fingers, the tight, tight heat enveloping him makes his cock twitch in excitement. Yoochun inviting him in with each pant and roll of hips.He plays a bit more with the pace, climbing on top finally before pulling out his fingers. He positions himself, pours cold liquid before pushing in the heat of Yoochun's body: it’s more glorious than he remembers and he can’t help moaning loudly.
Waiting for Yoochun’s breath to even out, he holds his hips and starts slow shallow thrusts. Underneath, Yoochun grasps at the headboard trying to find leverage and when he does starts pushing back eagerly. “Fuck-ing good Chun-ah, shit- ah god” Jaejoong searches for skin to nip and suck, hips moving at it’s own accord, deeper now. Yoochun props his feet up, rolling his hips in cadence- meeting each thrust and taking it, pushing Jaejoong closer to him until there skins slide and create friction.
Holding behind the knee, he pushes one of Yoochun’s legs higher, angling his thrust that has the man under him moaning, nails digging into shoulder leaving half-moons. “Shit, shit, hyung, hyung- fu-CK” keeps him going, pounding on him, bending him to breaking before pulling out abruptly causing a whine to escape Yoochun’s lips in disappointment.
“Come here” he coaxes, pulling back and taking Yoochun with him switching their positions. With him lying back down, he positions Yoochun’s legs on either side guiding his hips as he lowers him down. The wetness he feels slicking his cock teasing before Yoochun impales himself again, his back arched lips in a perfect ‘O’ as the new position hits him dead on. Jaejoong guides his hips slowly, moving him forward and backward and then in circles, feeling Yoochun tremble around him a little. Hands grab his chest for support and he licks at his lips watching Yoochun bounce on his lap, taking him all in watching himself appear and disappear with each movement. Yoochun clenches around him with every thrust, going faster and faster in pace. Jaejoong grabs the neglected cock between his hands, pumps it rhythmically that has the other mewling on top.
He feels sweat on his head, his body creating fire and flames licking at his insides but watching his dongseang, his Chunnie unravelling in front of him sets up explosions in his chest. He wants to see the other completely gone setting ablaze their bodies to ignite until they burn down. He thrusts up to take him deeper, meeting his hips with each movement all while letting Yoochun dictate the angle. When he finds just the right spot he lets out a loud moan and Jaejoong aims at that spot over and over, stroking his cock to match each thrust. It doesn’t take too long until it starts to falter and he feels it with the way Yoochun milks him from the inside, his walls clenching sending reverberations through his cock. He comes on his hands, some going to his chest landing on his neck and droplets on his lips. He tastes it eagerly and it starts setting him off the edge.
Grabbing Yoochun’s hips he thrusts into him, feet anchored on the mattress as he pounds into him harder, faster trying to reach his own release. Yoochun trying to aid him, clenches onto him, his body though pliant trying to help him reach his orgasm. “Come, inside hyung, come” he hears his dongseang say, voice lower and raspy from abuse. Hips still trying to roll to meet his needs and he does, he unravels and explodes inside his Chunnie, his orgasm milking him to the bone takes him so high and he almost blacks out.
“Mmm, it’s so warm hyung” he hears when he finally comes back to his senses, Yoochun still on him- fingers sweeping his bangs out from his eyes. He sighs contently as he feels Yoochun still moving his hips, sensations tingling up his spine.He catches the fingers on his lips and kisses each one offering a smile.
He gets a peck in the lips in return before he feels Yoochun shift up, letting him all go slowly, he pulls from under and watches the cum dribble down his milky thighs. He moves looking for a dry spot and signals for Yoochun to lay with him, complying with a smirk he settles on his chest facing him, kissing his chin.
His hands settle at the small of Yoochun's back grazing the tattoo yet teasing the tight heat once in a while with his fingers. He hears the younger one sighing while pushing back at his ministrations. He lets out an airy chuckle settling his fingers inside trying to find the heat all over again. With Yoochun sighing in his ear and breathe on his neck he smirks well pleased as he shifts impossibly closer.
“So, now that you’re all heated up can we turn the thermostat lower?”
Yoochun looks at him sneering but his eyes half-closed, breath shallowing yet playful mirth always present and Jaejoong laughs easily. Jaejoong rearranges them easily capturing Yoochun's lips again, mapping out new routes and carving himself against wet tongue.
“Only if you heat me up again.”
And the they start making fire again.
“My pleasure.”
Jaejoong knows even if this cold freezes hell over they can set it ablaze over and over again anyway.
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A/N:
Hi! Sometimes I like to rise up from the grave.
Inspired by 3 things: 1. The fact that even though my feet are cold I still sleep with the fan on and window open 2. Staying over at Las Vegas a couple of months ago and laughing at the "safe sex kit" provided at the mini bar in my room with 3. Sleeping that night only to be interrupted by really, really REALLY loud sex from a couple next door (and I changed hotels the next day because of that)