Continuation of The Truth About Leader Jaebum Part 8
In the living room, video game playing and snuggling had turned to heavy petting. Wooyoung had his lips attached to Junho’s neck and a hand firmly groping the maknae’s hardening bulge. Junho was very much occupied with Chansung’s mouth and his hands were desperately trying to undo Wooyoung’s sweatpants. Curse these knots! Chansung was trailing his hands over Junho’s chest, paying special attention to the sensitive nubs underneath cotton, teasing the man. The three men were getting so worked up they didn’t notice the yelling going on in two of the dorm’s bedrooms. Being so distracted, the boys didn’t notice when they fell on the floor - but it did become easier to position their selves in a little circle on the floor.
Feeling Junho’s frustration, Wooyoung took his hand back from between Chansung’s legs and hurriedly undid his pants. Chansung whined at the loss and Junho moaned when he was able to comfortable slip his hand past the bands of pants and briefs. Wooyoung grunted in pleasure and popped the button of Chansung’s jeans before pushing the zipper open and returning the favor Junho was surprisingly talented at. Chansung moaned into Junho’s mouth before attacking Wooyoung’s neck, biting and sucking in thanks. Chansung had been waiting and bursting to be touched like this by the men he was so in love with.
A whimper passed through Junho’s stilled mouth, missing the feel of Chansung’s smooth lips and swirl of tongue. The protest turned into a mewl as the crafty maknae slipped a hand into Junho’s loose basketball shorts. Chansung had wanted to get into those practice shorts for a while. The contact of cold fingers around his swelling heat had Junho tightening his hold on Wooyoung who made a growl in the back of his throat. Chansung licked the vibrations up the eldest’s Adam’s apple. Junho continued his ministrations and swiped his thumb over the tip of Wooyoung’s member, earning a searing kiss from the man. Junho smiled brightly as they pulled apart, only to become cross-eyed as Chansung twisted his hand around the base of Junho’s cock. Wooyoung chuckled, an octave lower than normal, and kissed the life out of Junho again, who had quickened his pace.
Wooyoung, not wanting to neglect Chansung, who felt so perfectly silky in his hand, flicked his wrist and then pressed his thumb into the slit. Chansung roared - or close to it - feeling his end near and quickly found the lips of his companions. The three man kiss was sloppy and a mess of tongue but it made them feel connected. Each felt that delicious build up sensations burning inside of them and twisted, flicked and swiped at the lengths in their hands; hoping to urge the other on. Wooyoung came first and Junho stroked him through his orgasm. The elder was sure Chansung would make a crack about his ageing stamina later. Chansung came next, the vision of a blissfully sated Wooyoung too much for him to handle. Junho removed his hand from Wooyoung’s pants to lick and suck his fingers clean, the taste of the eldest in his mouth and Chansung’s strong hand wrapped mercilessly around him set Junho off and he came harder than he ever had from lonely late night fantasies. The three shared one more tangled kiss before deciding they needed to clean up before their hyungs showed up - wherever they were.
“Wait.” Junho reached for Chansung’s wrist. “I haven’t got my fill yet.” He moved his hand to Chansung’s waist, brushing past the happy trail, into the other’s boxers. He collected some cum with his finger and brought his hand back to his mouth. “I want to taste you too.”
Woo young and Chansung were stunned. Junho was a kinky, sexy minx. When did that happen? What would “Appa” Jaebum say? Before they could contemplate this more Junho was on his way happily skipping to the bathroom. The two men on the floor shared a look of bewilderment before scampering down the hall after Junho. Well shit.
Junsu was not happy. He wanted to be happy. He should be happy. Why wasn’t he happy? It may have been his pent up sexual frustration that was causing him to act so hormonal. He needed a release, but Nichkhun hasn’t been so giving with his affections.
“You and Jay have a lot in common you know.” Junsu said scooting away from Nichkhun on the floor and sitting on his new bed. Nichkhun looked over to him with a scowl.
“That guy and I have nothing in common - why are we even talking about Jay?”
“Sure you guys have stuff in common,” Junsu continued, ignoring Khun. “You both have problems with showing affection.” Junsu didn’t want to come off as desperate, but kissing just wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He was a man with manly needs!!!
Nichkhun was stunned. Was Junsu asking him for sex? “Junsu, I touch you plenty. I had my tongue down your throat last night.”
Oh Junsu remembered that; Nichkhun’s tongue exploring his mouth and the tip teasingly swiping at the roof. Then Khun pulled away oh so politely and kissed him on the cheek goodnight. “And that’s all we ever do!”
“Junsu I don’t get you.” Nichkhun stood and face his boyfriend properly. “First you’re all sweet and pure. Fluttering around this dorm singing like a choir angel and giggling with Junho. Then you go all domineering and demand a perfect proposal from me and now you’re trying to guilt me into having sex with you? WHAT. THE. HELL!” Nichkhun dropped to his knees, fisted his hair. “I could take over the world if I really wanted to,” he began softly, “but I can’t understand you.” Nichkhun was beyond confused.
“Oh my silly Khun, I’m not so complicated. I promise.” His voice was sweet again, trying to comfort the other. Junsu hurried to Nichkhun’s side. He had never seen the man so distraught and upset and it worried him. That was when he felt shaking arms wrap around his waist and a face pressed to his neck. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Always.”
Khun’s breath on his neck sent a shiver down Junsu’s spin. “Kiss me. Now. Hard.” Nichkhun drew back from him and gave him a lust filled look before crashing down on his lips. The kiss was teeth clashing and lip biting and Junsu couldn’t have asked for better. Nichkhun had moved his hands to the sides of Junsu’s head to keep him in place. Junsu finally had to push away to get air. They were both panting through swollen red lips.
“Shirt, off.” Junsu clawed at Khun’s sleeveless shirt, finally pulling it over his head. He admired the toned body in front of him and sighed in approval. He ran is hands over the smooth planes feeling them tighten under his fingertips.
“God Khun, you are simply gorgeous.” Junsu said still wide-eyed.
Nichkhun smirked. “And here I thought you were after me for my brains and personality.” Junsu looked up at him and for a moment Nichkhun could see that pure version of Junsu that made his throat itch. Ah, there you are, still so sweet. He took hold of Junsu’s hands and kissed his finger tips before removing the other’s sweater.
“I didn’t tell you to do that.”
Khun shrugged, “it was the next logical step.”
“Alright, then undo my pants and give me the best damn blow job you can!” Junsu grinned. Nichkhun narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips; damn did he love a challenge.
“Lean back.” He gently pushed against Junsu’s chest so the man would lean his back against the bed. He could feel Junsu’s heart pounding and smiled to himself. He slid his hand down the lightly tanned chest, savoring the hot feel of it. He undid the belt buckle, keeping eye contact with Junsu, and then undid the button and zipper of the tight jeans. He pushed the restricting garment and briefs down past Junsu’s hips and low enough to free the fully hard cock that sprung to attention. Nichkhun licked his lips, impressed at the ample size. Maintaining eye contact, Khun lowered his head to teasing swish his tongue across the dark pink tip. Junsu’s eye flutter and he fought to keep them open. Neither man wanted to miss the other’s expressions. Khun took the head of Junsu’s length into mouth, tongue circling and playing with it. The desperate whine that leaves Junsu’s parted lips signals Khun to take the rest of the hot flesh into his wet cavern. He bobs his head and sucks lightly, working the base with one hand as the other moved to play with the tightening sack. Nichkhun hollowed his cheeks, sucking with more force and running his long along the underside of the sliding length in his mouth. He relaxed his throat and took in as much of Junsu as he could, humming and moaning around the hardness. Junsu came, gasping Nichkhun’s name.
Junsu fisted Khun’s hair and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He loved the taste of himself in the Thai man’s mouth. “That was pretty damn great.”
Nichkhun smiled into their kiss. “What else can I do for you?”
CONTINUE ON TO PART THREE